Chapter 12 #2
Wicked paused and looked into my eyes. “As long as you have this on, I’ll always know where you are and be able to get to you if you need me.
” I looked down, admiring the necklace. The chain dangled down to my navel, and because it had diamonds, it looked like an expensive piece of jewelry, not a tracker.
Wrapping the chain around his hand, he pulled, tightening the choker around my neck and using it to pull me into his chest. Gasping, I gripped his thighs as a moan escaped me.
“Being able to do that is my favorite feature though.”
“Mm, mine too.”
Our tongues connected before our lips did.
I don’t know what came over me—what this man brought out of me—but I was getting nastier and nastier each time I let him inside of me.
With haste, we discarded of our clothes, and before I knew it, I was in the air, legs wrapped around him, as he bounced me on his dick until I squirted and came.
Wicked pressed me against the wall, strokes shifting upward in a way that allowed him to keep hitting my spot.
Even if I wanted to be quiet, I couldn’t. The second time I came, it urged his orgasm to come as well. Quickly, he pulled out of me, and I got on my knees. My mouth opened widely, and I sucked him as he came and jerked. His hand wrapped around my hair and pulled as an animalistic grunt escaped him.
“Fuck, bae,” he moaned, trying to pull himself out of my mouth, but I continued to lick and suck.
I looked up, and our eyes locked. He looked so good biting down on his bottom lip with sexy, pleasure-filled, lazy eyes. When he pulled away again, I allowed his dick to pop out of my mouth. Wicked pressed me against the island and filled me from behind.
His thumb eased into my asshole, and every time his dick filled me, he’d pull his thumb out.
And when his thumb was deep, his shaft slid out of me.
The double pleasure left me speechless, gasping for air.
I couldn’t breathe until his free hand smacked my ass and he commanded me to.
As soon as I inhaled, I came again, harder than I ever had before . . .
When Wicked told me his auto shop was having a small company party tonight, I had an expectation that was nothing like what he planned.
Clearly, we had different definitions of small.
Though there was less than fifty people in attendance, the event planner Wicked hired had gone above and beyond.
She had the ballroom looking like it was fit for royalty.
Wicked had what he called small gifts of appreciation for his staff, because they were basically working for a man behind bars temporarily, which he more than appreciated. So much so that the small gift was a ten thousand dollar bonus for everyone in attendance.
As I two stepped with a drink in one hand and a blunt in the other, my eyes zeroed in on a woman running her hands down my man’s chest. Wicked wasted no time pushing them down and putting space between them, but she clearly didn’t get the message.
I could tell she was drunk based on how she wobbled and how low her eyes were.
Drunk or not, that gave her no excuse to be touching my man.
Making my way over to them, I prayed to God for strength.
The last thing I wanted to do was have to beat this bitch up at Wicked’s company party—the first one at that.
“Nah, Mesha. I gave you a warning when I first got out and told you nothing was going to happen between us. Since you can’t seem to get that through your head, you fired,” Wicked said as I stepped between them.
I was glad to hear he was handling the situation, but I was also prepared to take over.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, looking back at him.
Wicked sucked his teeth and pulled me behind him. “Nah. She was just leaving.”
I returned my attention to Mesha, hands cupped in the center of me as my head tilted. “Bye, Mesha,” I almost sang sweetly with a syrupy smile.
Her eyes rolled and she flipped her stiff bundles over her shoulder. Sucking her teeth, she looked from me to Wicked.
“So this is the reason you’ve been rejecting me?” She smiled. “I knew it couldn’t have been because you weren’t attracted to me.”
A bark of laughter escaped me as I looked her over.
She wasn’t ugly. In fact, she was cute, but she definitely felt like she was prettier than she was and didn’t put too much effort into her appearance.
Her hair was stiff, like she’d used dry shampoo instead of washing it, and her lace was shifted back.
She didn’t have on any makeup except a red lipstick with a blue undertone that didn’t work for her skin.
It highlighted her hyperpigmentation and made her teeth look dull.
If she’d put a little more intentional effort into her ill-fitted outfit and selected pieces that worked for her pear shape, I might have been able to take her seriously.
“Do not insult my man’s taste by suggesting he’d want anything to do with you. That would put you on the same level as me, and that would be impossible.”
Her mouth dropped before she bit down on her bottom lip and growled. When she swung at me, it caught me by surprise, but I was still able to avoid the punch, push her arm down, and pop her in her face. Mesha hit the floor, head bouncing off it in the process.
“Fuck!” Wicked grumbled from the sight of her being knocked out cold.
He lowered himself and patted her face before pushing her eyelids back.
Looking back at me, he shook his head. “I ain’t gon’ yell at you for defending yourself, but don’t do that shit no more.
When I’m around you, you have absolutely no reason to fight. ”
“She swung at me first,” I reminded him, as if it hadn’t just happened seconds ago in front of him.
“You should’ve let her hit the air and I would’ve handled her.”
My eyes rolled as I took a step back and huffed. “I get that you want to always protect me, Wicked, but—”
“Be quiet,” he snapped quietly but with enough force to make me shut up. “I’ma handle your ass when we get home. For now, go sit in the car and wait for me while I get this girl up.”
“Ugh,” I groaned before stomping away.
“Fix ya attitude, or that’s gon’ make it worse for you,” he warned as I walked away, and for some reason, that made me smile.