9. Charisma Rae Jones
CHARISMA RAE JONES
Oasis lay across the couch with her head resting on my lap.
I absentmindedly played with her hair, not even paying the movie playing on the screen any attention.
Hearing a jingling key, I glanced up to see the doorknob turn.
The alarm beeped when Kalm pushed the front door open and stepped inside.
He closed the door, locked it, then reset the alarm.
I noticed he winced when he lifted his hand to do it.
He turned in surprise when he saw us sitting in the living room.
I gulped down the emotion bubbling in my throat.
We hadn’t spoken since I blew up on him a few days ago, and the tension was thicker than some sourdough.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to him, but I didn’t know how to start the conversation.
Foxy was a sore spot for me, and anytime she was around, I was triggered.
Neither my grandmother nor my mother before she passed away really did anything for me in my life, but they always liked to act like they did, and I owed them something for it.
If it weren’t for them, I would’ve never known what a trick, whore house, or anything like that was.
They ruined me, and I was still fighting my way out of the darkness.
I was angry she had the audacity to beg for money just to protect me from Bry.
Even worse, she’d offered herself to Kalm, and while he played it cool, it made me sick to stomach.
Maybe, deep down, I was embarrassed to know that was what I came from, and he had to see it with no filter and totally unprepared for the truth.
“Oh, hey. I thought y’all would be sleep already,” he spoke lowly while hanging his keys up on the wall.
Sissy sat up and stretched her arms over her head.
“I was waiting up for you to get home first. Pretty just kept me company.” She shot up and walked toward him.
He opened his arms for a hug, and she crashed into him.
I wished I could walk up on him and hug him like that too.
Just like Oasis, I needed his comfort. We both noticed him wince when she wrapped her arms around him.
Stepping back, she eyed him suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you?”
He shook his head, offering her a close-mouthed smile. “Just trained a little hard today. I’ll be good once I soak in the tub and get some rest.”
She hummed with a nod. “Okay, well, since I’ve laid eyes on you, I can go to bed now,” she said, sounding like somebody’s mama.
His eyes landed on me when I snickered at her. I froze in place, licking my now dry lips. “Aight, get some sleep, baby girl. I’ll be here when you wake up. We can go out for breakfast if you’re up for it.”
She clapped her hands excitedly. “Okay, deal.” She stuck out her pinky that he wrapped his around. He pulled her forward to kiss her on the forehead, then she left for her bedroom.
I sat silently on the couch, watching him limp into the kitchen. Standing from my seat, I crept over to the wall and peeked around the corner to find him bending down in the fridge. He hissed when he lifted with a bottle of water in his hand.
“What did you do tonight?” I questioned, startling him.
He looked like a deer in headlights when he glanced at me. “Nothing,” he replied quietly, popping the top on his bottle. “You finally talking to me again?” he asked, trying to change the subject. He kept his eyes leveled on me when he spoke, making my nerves become a jumbled mess.
I ignored his question as I closed the distance between us. Without asking for permission, I lifted his shirt to find his midsection was full of dark-colored bruising. I gasped with a quick glance to find his eyes. “What happened, Kalm Alexander Savage?”
He stared at me with his lips tucked before he finally sighed. “I accepted an underground fighting invitation for some extra cash until my next professional fight.”
“Kalm. . .” I whispered with tears in my eyes. “Why did you do this?”
“I just told you, extra cash.”
“But—”
“No buts, Pretty. I’m good. I’ll bounce back in a day or two.” I glanced up from his bruised ribs to the tight expression on his face.
“No matter how hard you punch, it won’t make the pain go away,” I whispered.
“How you going to talk to me about how I deal with my pain when you’re still burying yours?
” His words made me ball my hand into a fist. I turned away from him, ready to walk away, but his arm around my waist snatched me back into his chest. I began to breathe heavily from a mixture of our proximity and anger for the way he called me out.
“Where the fuck you think you’re running off to? ”
“Let me go, Kalm,” I said, trying to hold back my tears. “Stop thinking you can save me, because you can’t.”
The more I fought against him, the tighter his grip on me became.
I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his lips graze the top of my ear.
“If a nigga can’t save you, then at least let me provide for you and protect you.
Let me give a fuck about you because now I understand that you’ve never had someone do that before.
” He spun me around before I could fully finish processing his words and continued to wiggle his way into my heart.
“I’m here now, Pretty, and I’ll never let you live like that again. ”
I shook my head in an attempt to keep my tears at bay. “Everybody always says that, then they disappoint me.” My voice cracked as I spoke my truth. I had heard so many promises that were never fulfilled. Why would I believe he would be different?
He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his top lip curled in a snarl like I’d offended him. “Well, I ain’t everybody, and I’m not the type to say a bunch of empty words. The things I do will prove I’m the one you’ve been praying for.”
My bottom lip trembled, and the taste of my salty tears mingled with my saliva.
Unable to say anything, I gripped his shirt in my hand and yanked him toward me.
Stars exploded behind my eyes when his lips crashed into mine.
The brick wall around my heart began to crumble with every stroke of his tongue.
His hands wrapped around my waist while mine went around his neck.
When he finally released me, it was to deliver the final blow to my hesitation.
“I know you have a past, and I’m not here to judge you for it.
Since the first time I saw you, I’ve had this urge to take care of you that I can’t ignore or get rid of, so let me, Pretty.
Stop fucking fighting me, and let me take care of you. ”
The next thing I knew, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and our lips were glued together with no desire to ever be separated again.
He carried me through the house, and with each step, the fire between us grew bigger.
His hands seared my skin everywhere he blessed me with his touch.
I tossed my head back in pleasure when he began to suck on my neck.
Once we made it to his bedroom, he kicked his door closed and walked me over to the bed.
When he laid me down, he stood over me with steady eye contact, and I swore my heart went from being housed in my chest to my throat.
His shirt was tossed to the side, and my lips parted while I downloaded every detail of his chiseled body to memory.
His chocolate skin looked good enough to eat.
Unable to stay away, I sat up and yanked him closer by the waistband of his sweats.
My lips landed on his abs, where I began to softly kiss each ridge.
There was nothing but pure muscle beneath the surface, and my nerve endings tingled in response.
I flicked my gaze upward and clashed with his heavy, brown eyes and him sucking on his bottom lip.
Without a word, I slid his sweats and boxers down.
His dick sprang forward excitedly, and the sight pleased me.
Gripping his thick base, I traced his tip with my tongue.
His skin was smooth, and he smelled fresh.
In a quick motion, I took the entire length in my mouth, loving the way his manicured pubic hairs tickled my upper lip.
When I released him, I took a deep breath then went to work.
Saliva slid from every opening in my mouth the more I suctioned my mouth around his dick.
Kalm moaned with fingers that gripped onto my hair. I bobbed my head up and down, spitting and sucking vigorously and thoroughly, enjoying the sight of his legs growing weak. “I need to taste you,” he murmured in a daze.
Since I was wearing a muumuu, it was easy to lift over my head and toss to the side. We got on the bed in a sixty-nine position, and his hands wrapped around my waist seconds before his tongue began to lap my leaking hole.
I lost my breath from the sensation of his feast. Unwilling to be outdone, I took him in my mouth and gobbled like a turkey.
My ass bounced on his face, and the slap he delivered to my cheeks was exhilarating.
Satisfaction flooded my veins when his toes cracked from me massaging his balls in my hand.
I gagged when he hit the back of my throat and only had a few seconds to control my reflexes.
My voice reached peaks I didn’t even know it was capable of from how well he devoured my pussy.
He gave my clit not a moment of rest, and each suck sent me closer to oblivion.
I gripped his thighs for support because his mouth was weakening me.
I tried to hold it, but the tremors came, and I knew it was over with.
“Ahhh!” I yelled, seeing stars behind my eyes.
He chuckled darkly, sending vibrations through my nerves. After a smack to my ass, he said, “Let me see you ride it.”
Instead of turning around, I hovered over him in the reverse-cowgirl position.
His legs were hanging off the bed with his feet planted on the floor.
I placed him at my entrance then slid down and sang a tune from how good he felt.
With my hands on his knees, I began to find a delicious rhythm that had us both howling to the moon.
I hoped Sissy was passed out, asleep, or else she surely could hear everything happening in here.
Kalm reached forward and placed a vice grip on the front of my throat.
His warm breath tickled my ear when he spoke.
“What you gonna say the next time somebody asks you if you’re my girlfriend?
” With his other hand planted on my hip, he thrusted upward, hitting my spot with precision.
My pussy gushed loudly then clenched tighter around him.
“Fuck, Pretty.” He tightened his grip again and forced my head back. “What you gonna say?”
My teeth chattered from the way he plowed into me. “I-I’ma say yes, that’s my dick.”
He pinched my nipple so hard I hissed from the pain before it was erased by the pleasure.
“Good girl. You’re mine now, and I am yours.
” He placed the pad of his thumb on the side of my clit and began to rub small circles that sent shockwaves through my entire system.
“That’s right. Cream all over your dick, Pretty.
” His deep and sultry voice in my ear sent me over the edge of ecstasy.
“I’m going to take care of you, Pretty. I’m going to protect you, Pretty. I’m going to fucking love you, Pretty.”
His words sounded like marriage vows while his every stroke gave him complete and total control over my body. I saw no use in fighting against what he was saying because deep down, I wanted to believe in someone. I wanted to finally be able to exhale and trust that I wasn’t alone.