Chapter 9
I was awakened by the feeling of lips on my shoulder and hands caressing my thighs. Last night, Maceo had pissed me off so bad that I’d put pillows in between us on the bed. I didn’t need him thinking he could make it up to me by sliding in my pussy at some point during the night. I’d taken my sweet time preparing a night in, just for him. I’d cooked, set the mood, and slipped into something sexy, all for him to leave me hanging and horny.
I looked over my shoulder at him with a frown.
“Good morning, love,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.
I shrugged him away. “Get off of me.”
“You really still mad at me, Sharina?”
“Yes, and as long as I’m mad at you, my pussy is mad too.”
I tossed back the covers and climbed out of bed. I heard him mutter a curse as he fell back into the pillows. Ignoring him, I went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Much to my dismay, he followed behind me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he tried.
I said nothing as I dried my face off and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. He stood there watching me in the mirror as I handled my oral hygiene. For the whole five minutes it took to give my teeth a thorough cleaning, he stood there with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.
“You know how I feel about that silent treatment shit,” he said as I finally wiped my mouth clean.
I spun around to face him. “You stood me up.”
“I said I was sorry. I lost track of time. It wasn’t intentional, Shar.”
“Intentional or not, you hurt my feelings, Maceo. I spent the whole day preparing. I cleaned the house, got my hair done, cooked a delicious dinner that was spread across a beautiful tablescape, and I put on something sexy, just for you. I planned something special for us, and it went to waste.”
He reached for my hands, but I snatched them away. Maybe I was being a brat, but my feelings really were hurt. We were always around other people. If it wasn’t his family, it was mine or the crew. I wanted us to have a night where it was just us, uninterrupted.
Maceo stepped close to me and rested his hands on the counter behind me, caging my body between it and his.
“I apologize,” he said gently. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You know how much I love you, Shar. And you know how much I love when it’s just us because we don’t get that a lot. I saw what you did, and it was a beautiful gesture. Thank you for thinking of us, mama.” He leaned in and pecked my lips. “Can I get a smile?”
I frowned, and it made him chuckle.
“That’s how you’re gonna be?” he asked, kissing my neck. “Smile for me. You didn’t even let me cuddle with you last night.”
I laughed. He would never admit it to anybody, but he loved to cuddle, especially when he was the little spoon.
“I should tell your brothers you said that,” I mumbled.
“Deuce’s ass like to cuddle too. Don’t let him fool you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. “You forgive me?”
I rolled my eyes. “I guess.”
“Then give me some love.”
I tilted my head up for a kiss and was met with the softness of his lips. His skilled tongue slipped into my mouth as his hands gripped my ass. I could feel his dick growing hard against my thigh. As much shit as I talked about not giving him any, my horniness from last night hadn’t fully left me yet. Even when he pissed me off, my pussy still got wet for him.
I reached between us and slipped my hand into his boxers, finding him thick and hard.
“You wanna give me a proper apology?” I whispered against his lips.
“Assume the fucking position.”
I smirked as I turned my back on him and lifted my shirt over my head. Beneath it, I wore nothing but a thong. He stared at me in the mirror as he gripped the flimsy fabric and ripped it right from my body. As he came out of his boxers, I propped my left leg up on the counter. He reached out and ran his fingers through my slickness before sucking them clean.
“Shit, baby,” he mumbled, stroking himself.
He slapped my ass before spreading my cheeks and sliding into me with one quick thrust. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he delivered slow, methodical strokes to my middle. The deep frown on his face as he punished my pussy never failed to turn me on. He knew she was good, and he knew she was his.
“Fuck, Shar…” He groaned as he repeatedly plunged into me.
I smiled and closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of his length massaging my walls. His large hand clamped around my throat, forcing my eyes back open.
“Eyes on me, mama. You know what that shit does to me.”
“Yes, daddy.”
He smirked. “Good girl.” He leaned forward and growled in my ear. “Good. Fucking. Girl.”
He reached around with his free hand and pinched my nipple, causing me to whimper.
A chuckle came from him. “I love the way your pussy loves nipple play,” he said, pinching it again. “You feel her juicing up for me, baby?”
“Yes… shit!”
“You taking this muthafucka too.” He gave my ass a hard slap. “You love when I fuck you like a slut, don’t you?”
“Yes… yes… Oh God!”
I threw my ass back at him, letting him know I wanted him to go harder. He lifted my leg from the counter and held it so he could go deeper. His other arm came around my middle to hold me in place as he thrust upward into me. The curve of his dick was killing my G-spot.
“M-Maceo… oooo shit!”
He paused for a moment to lift my other leg in the crook of his arm, holding my back against his front.
“Put that shit back in,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate to reach down and guide him back into my wetness.
“Watch.”
It was a simple command and one of my favorites. I stared at our reflection in the mirror as he bounced me on his dick. Everything about watching him fuck me turned me on.
The sex faces.
The way my juices coated his length.
The way my titties bounced with every stroke.
This man knew my body inside and out. He catered to her. There had never been a time where I didn’t get mine before he got his because he always made sure I was satisfied first.
“Look at that pretty pussy,” he said. “Got my dick glistening and shit. Play with that clit for me, mama. I want you to make a mess.”
If there was one thing he loved to make me do, it was squirt. He didn’t care about the mess I made; he’d happily clean it up. I reached between us, feverishly strumming my clit as he thrusted into me. The pleasurable sensation flooded my middle, immediately sending spasms throughout my body.
“Oooo shit…. oooo fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
“Hell yeah, you are. I feel this shit juicing up. You’re gonna pull this nut right outta me.”
His pace quickened, and his thrust became harder. The harder he thrusted, the faster I strummed the sensitive bundle of nerves. Finally, my body began to convulse as the orgasm that began at my toes worked its way up to the apex of my thighs. My body erupted, spilling my juices all over his thighs, the counter, and the floor. Maceo came right behind me, his seeds coating my walls to the point of spilling out of me.
“Fuck!” we both yelled.
Now that was a proper apology.
With our bathroom sexcapades over, Maceo and I showered and got dressed for the day. Much to our surprise, when we got downstairs, his siblings plus Salima were waiting. As we hit the bottom step, they all looked at us and shook their heads.
“I thought he was killing your ass for a second,” Smoke said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes. “Well, y’all wouldn’t have heard shit if you didn’t just roll up in here. I’m changing the locks.”
His brothers looked at each other and laughed.
“You forget who we are?” Steel asked. “We all know how to pick locks.”
Deuce shrugged. “I’ll kick the damn door in. A lock ain’t ever stopped me.”
“Whatever.” I looked around the room. “Where is my baby?”
“Her grandaddy stole her last night,” Salima said. “He said he was lonely.”
Smoke snorted. “Maddie fine ass ain’t giving him no play since they broke up.”
Mia smacked him with a pillow. “Stop talking about my mama. Y’all’s daddy don’t need to play with anybody for a long time.”
“So he’s our daddy now?” Deuce asked.
“He’s y’all daddy when he’s acting like a whore, just like y’all.”
Maceo clapped his hands. “Would y’all shut the fuck up! Damn. A nigga ain’t even ate breakfast yet, and y’all come over here disturbing my peace. What the hell y’all want?”
“We have business,” Deuce said, turning serious.
That was my cue to head to the kitchen. Jaeda, Mia, and Salima followed behind me. They all took a seat at the huge kitchen island as I grabbed the ingredients to make mimosas for us.
“I think I’ve gotten over being an only child,” Salima said. “This is much more entertaining.”
Mia waved her off. “Girl, they are a bunch of aggy, overbearing cockblockers. You see how they did me at Mama Stephanie’s reception. I was this close to the dick, and they ruined it. That man wouldn’t even look at me the rest of the time.”
“Well at least he looked at you,” Jaeda mumbled, looking down at her phone.
Mia snatched it from her. “I told you to stop talking to those niggas online. You’re gonna get catfished, and then we will have a body on our hands ’cause nobody is about to play in your face like that.”
Jaeda rolled her eyes. “You’re trigger happy, just like your brothers.” She turned to me and Salima. “Sometimes I wish I could live a normal life like you two. And I don’t mean that in a bad way.”
“Normal is vastly overrated,” Mia said, yawning. “I need excitement.”
If only they knew that Salima was the only one living a semi-normal life. She had this mom and wife thing down. To everyone, I was just running behind my man. They had no idea what I was doing.
“Anyway!” I said, passing out the drinks. “We should do brunch and bottomless mimosas. I’m starving.”
Mia smirked. “You should be, all that screaming you were doing. I know my brother ain’t hitting it like that.”
“Yes, he is, girl.”
She pretended to gag. “I would say I’m living vicariously through you, but that’s nasty. Ugh! I’m so sexually frustrated that I could cry.”
Jaeda rolled her eyes at her sister’s dramatics as she stood. “We doing brunch or not?”
We answered her by downing our drinks and standing as well. As we strutted through the living room, the guys stopped talking and looked at us.
“Where y’all going?” Deuce asked.
“Brunch and mimosas,” I answered, grabbing my purse from the hook by the door.
“Aye, don’t go out there getting drunk as hell.” We all waved him off. “Y’all heard what I said.”
“Boy, bye,” Mia said, opening the door. “You are Darlyn’s daddy, not ours.”
We walked out of the house, laughing at them. After swinging by their houses so the girls could grab their purses, we left the compound and headed to the downtown area. We ended up at an upscale rooftop bar and grill called Copper and Oak.
When we got there, the valet greeted us with a smile as he took Jaeda’s keys. Inside, the hostess led us up to the roof, where we were seated right next to the railing overlooking the city. The perks of being affiliated with a Dillinger meant that we didn’t have to wait with other patrons. Mia called ahead and told them to have us a table ready. It was the only decorated table in the space.
The women around us glared and whispered as we took our seats. I was used to it at this point. A group of beautiful black women would always be intimidating to a bitch who wasn’t secure in herself. Our server came over with the first round of mimosas and a menu.
“You ladies, take your time. I’ll be right back.”
As she walked away, Mia pulled out her phone to snap a picture of the four of us. A few seconds later, all our phones chimed with a notification. She’d tagged us on her Instagram with the caption You can’t sit with us #ABrokeBitchCouldNever. I had to laugh.
“You are a mess,” I said.
She giggled. “That’s for the hating hos that stay in my comments. They keep talking like I won’t have my sister look them up and pull up on them.”
Jaeda rolled her eyes as she looked up from her phone. “Don’t drag me into your drama. What do y’all think about him?”
She turned the phone around to show us a picture. There sat this fine ass, nerdy looking man with glasses and tattoos named Quaid. He looked like he could potentially have a roughneck side, and that was the balance my girl needed. Someone she could talk codes with one minute and fuck like rabbits the next.
“He’s cute,” I said. “You matched with him?”
“No. He just keeps popping up in my recommendations. I haven’t decided what to do with that.”
“Sis, you need some dick more than any of us,” Mia said.
Salima and I murmured in agreement, “Yeah…”
“I’m not looking for a good time. There is more to men than penis?—”
Mia cut her off. “See, that’s how I know you need some. Don’t say penis. It’s dick. And if it’s big, it’s dick , dick.”
Jaeda sighed. “This is why I don’t talk to you about men.” She picked up her drink and took a long sip. “I don’t want to be a conquest. I don’t want a fuck buddy or a sneaky link. I want love. Real, meaningful, unconditional love with a man who’s my best friend.”
I smiled at her innocence. “You’ll find that, Jae.”
“He’ll be lucky to have you,” Salima added. “You’re a sexy little nerd.”
“And if he acts up, we’ll shoot him,” Mia said.
We all broke into laughter. She was definitely a Dillinger.
The waitress came back a short time later, and we placed our orders. Within thirty minutes, we were four mimosas deep. I was feeling a little buzzed but great. For a moment, I thought I might have had too much to drink because my eyes had to have been playing tricks on me. There was no way I was looking at Charity walking through the door.
She looked nothing like when we found her. She wore a skintight dress with heels. Her hair was bone straight and hanging down her back. A designer shopping bag hung from her arm as well as an expensive handbag. Somebody had made a come up in the last week since leaving the safe house.
“What are you looking at?” Salima asked, following my line of sight.
“Just someone I know,” I said, standing. “I’ll be right back.”
I walked over to where she’d been seated. She was so busy in her phone that she didn’t even notice me. I quickly snapped a picture of her before she saw me.
“Charity?”
Her head snapped up, and her eyes widened in surprise. She quickly recovered and smiled as she stood to hug me.
“Sharina! Hi! How are you?”
“I’m fine… Looks like you are doing well.” I motioned up and down.
“Oh… well, I met someone that wanted to spend a little money on me.”
“You just moved out yesterday.”
She giggled. “You know how men are. When they want something from you, they are willing to cash out.”
I crossed my arms. “Right…”
“Listen, I hope I didn’t get Maceo in trouble with you the other night. He was such a great help in getting me settled in.”
“I bet he was.”
“I’ve never had anyone take care of me like that. I told him if there is anything I could do to repay him, to let me know.”
Oh, she wanted me to go upside her shit. Did this bitch solicit my man?
She smiled. “You’re a lucky girl, you know.”
“Uh-huh.”
I stared at her, and she stared back with an awkward grin on her face. Something was up with this bitch.
“Did you need something?” she asked.
“No. I just wanted to come speak.”
“Well, here I am. Listen, we should do lunch sometime. Maybe you can show me around the city. Maceo gave me a job?—”
“I’m aware.”
A slight smirk appeared in her smile. It was only there for a second, but I caught it. She looked past me, and her smile widened.
“My lunch date is here.”
I looked back to see a tall, dark, and devilishly handsome dread head man approaching the table. The closer he got, the scarier his presence became. It didn’t help that he had this long scar along his left cheek that gave him a rugged, dangerous look. I swallowed hard as he came to stand next to her.
“Sharina, this is Blane. Blane, this is Sharina.”
He looked at me for a moment before extending his hand. “Nice to meet you,” came from a voice so deep, I felt the vibrations.
“Nice to meet you too. Well, Charity, I’ll let you get back to your date.”
“About lunch?”
I gave a tight-lipped smile. “Sure.”
“Great. I’m at The Cardinal, room 756.”
Oh, so this nigga put her up in a luxury hotel? Bet.
“Duly noted.”
I gave her and Blane a final once-over before heading back to my table. I had a feeling about this one. Somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I just knew she was up to something. I wasn’t sure if she was selling pussy or what… but it was something.