Chapter 14
A fter the night with Blake at his house, Emon decided he was, in fact, going to link with her brother Brooks.
He was serious about Blake and never wanted her to feel like what was important to her wasn’t important to him.
He knew that her brother helped raise her, even if she was almost legal when her father passed.
It was still him handling business for the woman he now loved and that loved him.
Maybe he didn’t owe Brooks anything, but it wasn’t about that.
He wanted to do this before the cookout tomorrow so he could ease her mind.
Blake had been screaming about being nervous, ready to pull her hair out.
Going on about what if the only family they had didn’t accept them.
I never gave a fuck about that, but she wanted ease. He got it.
Emon had called Brooks and invited him to come down to the pantry.
When word got out about him and Blake, he knew weird shit was going to happen.
People just couldn’t mind the business that paid them.
He wasn’t trying to impress Brooks, but he was trying to be crystal clear that his sister was good with him.
Not only that, he had some inventory stuff to handle.
Emon checked his watch and noticed it was about the time Brooks said he would be pulling up.
“Meredith, did Mr. Pelt drop off those canned goods he called about?” Emon loved all his businesses, but this was his baby because it was his way of giving back.
He didn’t make any money from the store; it was run on donations and grants.
His contribution was time. The pantry needed that and people with a heart like his.
Brooks walked in and humbled himself, seeing the store while searching for Emon. Taylor had given him a mouthful of cutting the crap by looking for reasons to dislike Emon. This was him doing that.
“Over here, bruh,” Emon called out from behind a stack of boxes he was sorting. He wasn’t going to stop working just because Brooks was there. That wasn’t his style.
Brooks made his way through the aisles, taking in how organized everything was. He was ashamed to admit that he hadn’t been in, nor had he supported, but he would change that.
“So, this what you do with your time?” Brooks asked, watching an elderly woman thank Emon as she left with her groceries.
“One of many things.” Emon straightened up, wiping his hands on his jeans. “But yeah, this matters to me. The same way your sister matters to me.”
“That’s why I’m here?”
“Nah. You here because I respect what you mean to Blake. But let’s be clear, I ain’t asking permission. I’m letting you know my intentions.”
Brooks nodded slowly, appreciating the directness. “And those are?”
“To love her right. To build something with her. To make sure she never regrets choosing me.” Emon started moving boxes again as he talked. “I know what people say about me. I know what you probably heard. But that ain’t who I am to her.”
“Niggas ain’t getting shot for no reason though.”
“Maybe not but that’s been handled. Ain’t nothing to worry about.
” Emon said it with the kind of confidence that came from knowing dead men told no tales.
Brooks knew the code. That was why Emon’s certainty made sense, even if he didn’t say it outright.
But he remembered Taylor’s words. Your sister’s happy. Let her be happy.
“You ain’t asking permission, and I ain’t ever going to play about my sister, so let’s be clear and one hundred with one another.
Blake is to be treated like a queen. No hands will be placed on her, and no harm is to come to her.
There’s just a certain way Bishop women should be handled, and I need to be sure you can do that.
” Brooks didn’t have a real problem with Emon.
If he said he was legit, then he’d let that truth stand until it became a lie.
Brooks understood the life. He was body out but pinky toe still in if called upon.
“I hear you.” Emon stopped what he was doing and faced Brooks fully. “But you need to hear me too. I love your sister. The type of love that makes a man change his whole life around. She ain’t just some girl I’m trying to impress. We past that. I asked her to move in with me. She’s it for me.”
“That’s big talk.”
“Nah, that’s real talk. I also respect her enough to let her move at her own pace.”
Brooks studied him for a moment. “You know she got a big heart. Once she love, she love hard.”
“Good thing I ain’t planning on giving her a reason not to. Bruh, I ain’t no big brother or anything but all that I don’t need. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I didn’t know Blake’s worth. I wanted you to hear what we had going on from the horse’s mouth.”
“I respect the call and you doing that.” Brooks didn’t have a choice but to respect it.
He’d have to wrestle with his feelings of worry and replacement in private.
Brooks needed to understand that this wasn’t about placement or ownership.
Emon and Blake just were, and they were doing whatever this was on their terms. If he didn’t understand that when he found the love of his life, he would.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a truck backing up outside.
Emon looked out to see Blake directing a delivery driver.
She was dressed casually, in distressed jean shorts that showed off her thick thighs, a simple graphic tee with THAT GIRL sprawled across the front, and cute sandals that showed off her fresh pedicure.
Her hair was in a high ponytail, and designer shades were perched on her nose.
Even on her off days, his woman stayed ready.
“What you doing here?” Emon called out, unable to hide his smile. He’d never tire of seeing her.
“I was up last night thinking about how to return all the ways you show me you care. What do you give a man who has everything?” She pushed her sunglasses up, her brown eyes twinkling as they met his. “Then it hit me. You give him support. I know this place is your baby, so it’s my baby too.”
“And here I was thinking you didn’t love me,” he joked. “How you pull this off?” Emon pulled her by the arm to him and held her so tenderly that a shiver went down her spine.
She pointed to the boxes being unloaded. “Called in some favors at the hospital. They were about to trash perfectly good supplies: bandages, first aid kits, basic medicine. Figured your community could use it more than a dumpster.”
Watching her take charge of the delivery, Emon felt that familiar tightness in his chest. Everything about her turned him on. Her mind, her heart, the way she matched his energy without even trying. Plus, them pretty toes were doing something to him.
“Oh, and I made you lunch,” Blake added, pulling out a small cooler from her car, “since I know you forget to eat when you get busy here.” Blake just wanted to be sure he knew she loved him just as much as he loved her.
She hadn’t been completely sure she’d shown it.
This was all new to her in a sense. Emon was a rare breed, and he couldn’t be handled the way she handled others.
He deserved king treatment as well. He needed to know that someone trusted him and believed in his path. She wanted to be that for him.
Emon shook his head, that smile still playing on his lips. “See what I’m talking about?” he said to Brooks. “Your sister is just different.”
“Hey Brooksie, what you doing here?” She had hardly noticed him standing there.
He’d been silently watching them interact, thinking maybe, just maybe, he was starting to understand what this was all about.
Blake looked refreshed and content, and so did Emon.
He believed there was nothing in this life that Emon would allow to take him away from Blake.
Nothing that he couldn’t handle, at least.
“Just handling some business,” Brooks said, glancing at Emon, who nodded and extended his hand. Emon and Brooks shared what felt like a brotherly moment before Brooks headed to his car.
“Good business?” she asked, looking between the two men she loved and moving closer to Brooks.
“Yeah, all good.”
“Thank God,” she muttered before hugging her brother.
“Proud of you, Blake,” he said. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d told her that. “I’m about to head out though. Y’all be good.”
“What did you do?” she turned and asked Emon.
“Something I should’ve done a long time ago, but girl, you got a nigga feeling like mush with this. I’m touched for real, baby.”
Blake grabbed Emon’s hand. “Show me your office.”
“What you got in mind?” He already knew by the way she was on biting that bottom lip of hers.
“Just want to make sure you eat your lunch,” she said innocently.
“Come here then,” he took her hand, leading her down a hallway to what turned out to be his office. She was impressed it was way nicer than she expected.
The moment the lock clicked, Emon had Blake pressed against his office door. His hands found her thighs, lifting her easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You know what you do to me?” He breathed against her neck. “Coming here looking this good, supporting my vision...”
“No, tell me,” she whispered against his ear.
She hadn’t come here to have her toes curled.
She came to do the toe curling. After the way he had handled her at the hospital, she needed some payback.
Blake tapped his shoulder, and he put her down.
On her feet, she pushed him off her and into the office chair behind him.
“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish,” he warned, but Blake was already dropping down to her knees, her hands making quick work of his belt.
“Oh, I plan to finish what you started in that supply closet.” She looked up at him through her lashes, that innocent act from earlier completely gone. “You thought you was gone have me at work thinking about you all day and I not return the favor?”
His dick sprung free, making her bite her lip in anticipation. There was something about the way he stood at attention for her that made her feel powerful. Thick, proud, and all hers, just like the man himself.
Emon’s head fell back against the chair as her lips kissed the tip before sliding down his length. Blake’s head bobbed up and down, coating his shaft with her wet mouth. The suction drove him crazy. “Shit, baby—”
“Shh,” she teased, enjoying having him at her mercy for once. “Don’t run from me.” Blake had Emon fucked up, but he was going to play her game for now. He liked games too, and she knew that. She also needed to be careful before he had her ass in a swing with nowhere to go.
“I missed you,” she said, kissing the tip before swallowing him whole again.
His hands grabbed her ponytail tightly as she took him deep, a groan escaping his lips.
Blake took her time, savoring the way his body tensed under her touch.
She hummed against him, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy.
It had been two days since she’d seen him, and she missed him. All of him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip tightening. “I love an eater. Eat that dick up.”
“Did you miss me?” she asked him. Before he could respond, she went back to work, her tongue doing things that had his toes curling in his shoes. She was deep-throating, gagging, spitting, twisting, and thoroughly enjoying watching him come undone.
“Blake...” The warning in his voice only made her more determined.
“Blake what?” she asked, glaring at him.
The eye contact had her leaking and messing up the seat of her panties.
She wanted to feel Emon, but today was about him.
Her needs could wait. Fortunately, that was not how her man operated.
He wanted to be deep inside of her, thanking her for her contributions.
In one smooth motion, he pulled her up and spun her around, pressing her against his desk. “You think I don’t know what you need?” His hands found the zipper of her shorts. “You think I can’t tell how wet you are just from having me in your mouth?”
“This ain’t about me—”
“Baby, it’s always about you.” His lips found her neck, and his fingers traveled between her legs, confirming what he already knew. “Now let me show you how much I appreciate that support.”
“I got girls’ day today,” she said, reminding him like he cared. Blake was going to have to run home before she linked with Paige and Taylor. She’d gotten ahead of herself, and she hoped her girls understood.
“So, what that got to do with the here and now? You came in here playing with me, right?” Emon couldn’t understand why she would ever think he’d pass up an opportunity to be inside of her.
He tugged at her shorts and soaking wet panties until they dropped to the floor and pooled at her feet.
Slowly, Emon entered his woman and groaned.
“I did miss you, though. Two days is a long time.”
Emon’s hands found her neck while he had her bent over his desk. Fuck the papers, fuck the volunteers, fuck the patrons, fuck the world. If it wasn’t about Blake, it wasn’t about shit. He had one mission and one mission only to make his woman cum all over his dick.
“Show me how much you missed me,” she muttered, airway constricting in the most deliciously dangerous way.
She wouldn’t want to potentially pass out any other way though.
Blake knew how much he liked for her to use her words, and she knew that would pay off.
He was going to make her cum, cream, and squirt. She deserved it.
“You deserve that,” he said, pulling out of her to ensure her nectar was coating his dick how he liked.
Seeing her juices made him go harder. He gripped her hip with one hand and the other toyed with her clit.
The sensation of double pleasure had her on the verge of screaming, but she knew she couldn’t.
Emon worked her center slowly until he felt that familiar feeling.
The goosebumps riddling Blake’s body let him know they’d be reaching their destination at the same time.
“Blake...”
The warning in his voice only made her more determined. She’d ground her hips into him, causing him to see stars, like the roof of a Maybach.
“Let go for me,” she breathed out, giving him a taste of his own medicine. “Because I’m about to let go for you.”
And with that, they released at the same time, allowing love to wash over them. “You dangerous, girl. Real fucking dangerous.”
Blake couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. It was Emon who moved first, dick still swinging as he entered the bathroom connected to his office. He turned on the shower for her and came back to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the shower.
“I love you,” she yelled from the shower. Blake sighed, content and thankful real niggas were back in style.
“I love you too, baby.”