Maximum Velocity

by Kelsey Elise Sparrow

  When I open the front door, I immediately spot my “damsel.” He’s surrounded by a crowd of over eager women who are waiting for him to give them the “all clear” then take them to bed. None of them seem to care that he can barely lift his head from the bar.

  I step into the bar and instantly regret what I threw on to come pick this man up. I may as well have put on my cat suit. I’m wearing the equivalent of one. This is beyond annoying. My fitted jeans are accentuating my ass. The tank I slipped on is like a second skin on me which means I might as well have my breasts on display. I’m a walking piece of eye candy to the inebriated souls in this room. It’s evidenced by the numerous leering looks I receive as soon as I am in the light of the room. A man brushes up against me a little too closely when he walks by to exit.

  That one I ignore. The one I can’t ignore is the one who openly grabs hold to both of my ass cheeks and squeezes. Before I can turn to give the man a piece of my mind, he is lifted off his feet and slammed into the nearest wall.

  “I am not in any state to curb my need to tear your body apart. My advice is to apologize now or be without balls for the rest of your natural life.”

  The man’s eyes look huge as he realizes the truth of his situation. Trevor has a knife at the seat of the man’s pants and is pressing upward

  Chapter 3

  Marietta, Georgia – Zoie’s Condo

  Trev

  9 months ago

  M

  arietta, Georgia is not where I expected to end up when I got on my bike this morning and decided to go for a drive. I was riding to clear my head. It isn’t working. In fact, I feel as if things are getting worse before they are getting better.

  This thing with Zoie is messing with my head. I would’ve bet money I called her in a moment of weakness last month. My thoughts are always on her. They tend to be heightened when I mix a little alcohol with my need for her. She’d been in my thoughts a hell of a lot more on the night in question. I’d wanted her so bad that I could taste her.

  My thoughts had me believing I had. The woman is a delicacy if her scent tells anything about her. She’ citrus and floral combined. I should know. I breather her in every damn chance I get. I’m sitting on my bike just outside her building trying to muster up the courage to ring her bell. I have a package for her.

  Moms said I should. She actually had a hell of a lot more to say than that. I just boiled it down to the gist of the conversation.

  “Tag, don’t be a fucker. Get your balls out your ass and ask her to get naked with you or whatever.”

  “Ma, what the hell? That’s not how these things work. Damn.” I pause and collect my thoughts “Why would ... when did it ever ... I’m not going to ask because you’ll tell me the answer.”

  “Do you like her?”

  “Yeah Ma.”

  “Do you want her?”

  “What? Ma, come on.”

  “You know. Do you want to fuck her?”

  “I can’t believe this question is coming from my mother.”

  “Believe it, Cher. Your mother has never been one to curb that base need to speak her mind. Whatever enters her thoughts is short-circuited to come out of her mouth. “Don’t do it, Nik. You don’t have to do it. You should be sleeping. You have students to see. Tomorrow afternoon, but that’s not the point here. This has disastrous consequences written all over it. This is NOT the opening you’re looking for.”

  Adélaïde Delphine Dennis is my marraine or my godmother. I used to call her Aunt Addy when I was younger, but now I call her Marraine. Every so often I slip back into the endearment. She talks about my mother not having a filter when she is just as bad. Aunt Addy is technically my aunt because she is the first wife to my father’s brother. She couldn’t handle the lies. Some say she had him taken care of because no one knows what happened to Bruce Dennis. I wouldn’t be surprised if Bruce and Bobby—the man who donated sperm to my mother and quite a bit of Tennessee—weren’t off together in hiding.

  Both know better than to surface anytime within this lifetime. I’ll be gunning for Bobby. Aunt Addy’s crew will finish what they started with Bruce. Addy is the head queen of everything in Louisiana. She’s from New Orleans. All three of us are, but she still lives there. The woman speaks too many languages to count. She was born in the French Quarter. The woman has survived things that would make grown man weep. Addy is a beast in the kitchen, the best baker I know and is wicked skilled with knives.

  She has an older sister named, Cherie, who is just as bad ass. The Moreau Sisters are well known in the Quarter. Moms became an honorary member when she and Addy met in high school. They both decided to venture out and travel the country together. Where my mother got caught up in the biker gang madness, my aunt refused to be used.

  My mother and I owe our lives to Aunt Addy and Cherie. To this day, we don’t know what was said to give us our freedom, but we walked away from that life and lifestyle and never looked back.

  It doesn’t stop from feeling the taint of my past. It’s the main reason I’m not delivering this basket of Creole goodness that the aunts prepared. My phone rings and I don’t have to pick it up to know who is on the other end of the phone.

  Chapter 2

  Atlanta, Georgia – Recreational Center.

  Zoie

  4 months pregnant

  D

  umb, dumb DUMB! I can’t believe I did that. Who does that? Seriously! I cannot believe just how easily the lies flew out of my mouth. That’s not me. that’s not him. that’s not who we are to one another. Who does that? My goodness. I can’t believe this.

  Way to go, Zo! Way to bag the guy you want. NOT!

  I immediately head to my office upon arriving to the center. Just yesterday I was doodling, excited to share the news once I heard the results. Stupidly, I deviated from my plan as soon as I saw him. My siblings’ names are listed on a sheet of paper along with my own. Mine and my sister’s names mean life. Lucian and Sheridan’s names mean light. Ziaire is a name my mother liked the sound of, so she went with it. I don’t want my babies to have that odd connotation.

  “It just means you’re unique.”

  That’s what she used to tell him. she said that because she didn’t have an answer to the question. The damn name has no true meaning. My brother took the ambiguous name and ran with it.

  I don’t want these little precious bundles of my soul to have to endure such a thing.

  Ending the call, I place my phone on the desk where I’m working. It immediately begins to vibrate. Groaning, I pick it up then smile when I see Trevor’s name float across the screen (Rec Center – call after lie told in the kitchen

  Chapter ??

  Regular weekly lunch – Atlanta Breakfast Club

  Zoie

  4 months pregnant

  Y

  ou know you actually make my balls hurt and not in a good fucking way at all," I say as I gather my art tools.

  "Hold on. You don't have balls. That's not the equipment you were born with unless there's something I need to know?" Cherry asks me as she shares a look with Max.

  "That should tell you just how much your ass and everything else about you is irritating me right now."

  Max, Cherry, and Yaz laugh out loud as I put the last of my equipment into my bag.

  "Zo, you've been spending too much time with Trev's crazy ass if you're adopting his sayings. That sounds like something that is all Trevor."

  Max rubs ointment on her newest tattoo as I ponder the truth of their words.

  "Suck a dick, all three of you. There's no such thing as too much Trevor."

  That statement makes them laugh even harder.

  “I’m happy we’re doing this. We all need it. A lot of sad has been going around since Sam left. Plus, I want to gossip.”

  Yaz’s excitement level makes me want to jump for joy. It’s a palpable entity in the room.

  “Where’d you take them. I know you had somewhere special that night.”

  “Ther
e’s a rooftop downtown that has this fantastic view of the skyline and all of the buildings below. We did a little sightseeing prior to and picked up some food on our way there. I keep a bag hidden up there for times when I want to escape the world. It turned out to be the perfect spot for something fantabulous.”

  I clap my hands together.

  This gone be good.

  "Finish HIM!" Yaz yelled in her best imitation of one of the hottest guys we'd ever encountered, causing all of us to jump in response. "Catch growled in my ear before placing a line of kisses up my neck to my ear. I had a feeling he wouldn't have minded taking my place working his friend into the frenzied state he'd been in."

  “Yasmin is a dirty bitch,” I state as I shake my head in response to the phone conversation I just finished with one of my closest friends.

  “Come on. Not that sweetheart of a woman working the front desk,” Ilona states as she puts down her menu.

  My sister’s surprised expression makes me want to howl with laughter. Ilona doesn’t want to believe what I’m telling her about our dear, young Yasmeen.

  “Max, will you tell her?”

  Max pauses her motion of devouring the cheesy biscuits that were just delivered to our table to look then toss an apologetic look my way before smiling at my sister.

  “Oh, the dirtiest. I mean, who else do we know who would stoop to telling her best friend's dad she would blow him something nice if he took her virginity?”

  Ilona laughs and almost chokes around the piece of bread she just popped in her mouth.

  “You're lying. How long ago was this?”

  “She was in high school. It's the truth. Scout's honor.”

  I cross my heart. Max settles back and prepares to enjoy the tale again. Ilona is still chuckling while chewing.

  “I love it when she tells this story. She's so animated,” Max states before taking a sip of her tea.

  I laugh before adopting a serious look looking around to make sure no one is paying attention to me.

  “Seventeen-year-old Yaz determined in her mind she was tired of being a virgin, so she was going to get rid of it.”

  Maxie snorts then coughs since she was still chewing.

  “Like it was something to toss out with the trash?” Ilona asks.

  Max nods as she responds, “Yep. convinced herself she was missing out in something special. Max begins to smirk because she knows what’s next. I swear the longer she's married the more she and Deck look alike. “Anyway,” I interject.

  “Yaz said she'd always liked how this one guy looked when he was out and about working on keeping his body in shape. She would see him on his morning run and liked the way his muscles bunched and corded as he moved,” I pause for dramatic effect. “Who does she see directly after she's made up her mind to no longer be the inexperienced teen she was?”

  “The running dude was the friend's father?” Ilona asks in a voice that’s clearly states she’s caught up in the story.

  “One. In. The. Same.” I pause as I take in Max’s scrunched up face. When she notices my expression, she waves her hand for me to continue. “Yaz told us she didn't initially know he was her friend’s father When she’d called him to ‘help her’ with something in her parents' yard. He was just some random hot guy. Yet, he’d dutifully followed her across the long expanse of the front lawn to the backyard where she proceeded to lead him to an apartment above the garage that was vacant at the time.”

  “She'd had very little time to prep, so the items she'd thrown together were literally tossed into the front entrance,” max adds before we all pause to place our orders. Each of us orders our food then we wait a beat before I pick up where Max picks up where left off. “What most people don't know about Yaz is the fact that she has no filter. She's blunt as hell and those tits of hers she’s had since she was fourteen.”

  “What she said,” I add as I finally get to taste the biscuits I’ve been craving.

  “Damn,” is all that Ilona can add as she stares blankly off into space for a moment before looking expectantly at me.

  “I know right. Jealous. Party of one. Whatever.” I shake my head as I pop the last of my biscuit in my mouth. “She has them and knows how to use them. Our girl said her opening line was something cheesy like ‘You're all wet. Want to see if I am?’ He didn't initially reply. As a matter of fact, he turned to leave. Her follow up statement was, ‘You'll want to stay for this.’ To this day, she says she doesn't have a clue what made him turn back around to face her.

  She guessed curiosity got the better of him. When he turned around, she was bare from the waist up and playing with those perky globes. The second she asked if he wanted to feel them in exchange for feeling what was barely hidden beyond his joggers, and he nodded stupidly, she knew she had him.

  All she had to do was whisper in his ear that her never-been-touched-by-a-man cunt was waiting for a man-sized, experienced dick like his and he was on board.” I took a moment to take a drink of my lemonade then smiled at the expression of shock written all over my sister’s face. “Yaz promised to swallow him whole if he relieved her of that one little thing.”

  “He actually did it?” Ilona looked between myself and Max as if that would help her process all of what I just shared with her. She looked confused then a questioning look crossed her face before she put voice to it. “Did he know she was?”

  “He did. He even said Valerie was going to kill him right before he drove deep within her. It must not have bothered him too much. He still stuffed her full of his cock. Repeatedly. She said they worked up such a sweat after he popped her cherry she felt like she'd gone for a run right along with him.”

  “Oh my gosh! Wow, that's ... wow.”

  “Yeah, that's what we said.”

  Ilona sat back and exhaled.

  When Max spoke next, Ilona actually jumped.

  “But wait there's more.”

  “There's more? What?”

  I nod my head before I continue the story. “He didn't settle for that one morning into afternoon with her. He kept it going for almost three months. Her friend walked in on them one day after a shopping trip with her mother, his then wife.”

  “That put an end to it.”

  “You’d think,” Maxie says, while picking at her salad. “Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” Smirking, Maxie eats a carrot strip.

  “Anyway, they'd been fucking in the main hallway.”

  Max’s chuckle causes me to laugh, giving Ilona the time to absorb what I just said.

  “Shit.”

  “Yep, that's what she said after she got off, Maxie,” I tell my sister.

  Max, full-on, laughs at her own statement. Ignoring her, I continue.

  “It gets better.”

  “Better than that?”

  “Oh yes?”

  “What happened?”

  I take another sip of my drink then hold another beat. Ilona blows out a breath of frustration.

  I’m loving it!

  “On the floor was a bag. Nestled on the edges of the open bag were pregnancy tests.”

  “Noooo!”

  “Oh yes. Positive pregnancy tests.”

  “Shut the front door,” Ilona gasps and her expression makes me snort because she is in a state of complete shock.

  “Yep, sister girl was pregnant and had gone to the house to share the good news with him. He'd been so excited he'd started stripping her right there.”

  “He wanted to get caught,” Ilona tells us.

  “He did. The husband hadn't been happy and was too much of a wuss to just let his wife go. Yaz had been riding him when the wife and friend opened the front door. She was also in the middle of an orgasm. He later told her that the mother and daughter stood staring for at least two minutes before the daughter stormed off. The wife remained quiet and watched until he finished.”

  “The wife asking if this was who he'd been regularly fucking the husband. His wife wasn't. That information had been surprising to everyone
including us when she told us the story.”

  Max’s phone rings. Standing, she takes the call while getting our waitress’ attention.

  “His answer was a calm and easy ‘yes.’ The wife then asked him if fucking Yaz was worth throwing away a fifteen-year union.”

  Max returns to her seat, smiling. I laugh because her grin tells me she just got off the phone with Deck. They’ve finally reached a place where a call from him doesn’t send her into stupid, girly mode, but she still can’t fight the smile hearing his voice brings to her face. She picks up as if she never left.

  “Again, he said ‘yes’ to answer her question then proceeded to proclaim the baby he and Yaz created was more important than either relationship.

  Wifey then asked something that floored the two of us when Yaz shared it with us.”

  “What did she ask?” Ilona asks with far more enthusiasm than any of us expected.

  I look over at Max and she nods. The nod is to tell me I get to be the one to reveal this juicy tidbit to my big sister.

  “Is she better at it than me?” I roll my eyes and suck my teeth in response the wife’s question. It’s an automatic reaction every time I hear or tell this story. “Again, he answered honestly. ‘It's fucking fantastic with her because she’s willing to learn what I like and what gets me off. Her sucking my cock is a thing of beauty.’ The man had balls of steel to say all of this while naked from the waist down and still inside of Yaz.”

  “The wife went on to ask even more questions like: Would you have stopped fucking her if I would've been more willing to budge ...?’ The wife asked the question, but Yaz said her ears perked up. She suddenly felt like she should really tune in. Mind you, Yaz is still seated on this man’s lap,” Max adds when I pause to take sip or three of my drink.

  I don’t know why I was all of a sudden so thirsty. Regardless, I take a few sips then I’m ready to

  “She’d been desperately trying to be as motionless as possible it was her naïve way of trying to be invisible while being fully visible the husband’s response was to say, ‘No. we tried. We had our run. We’re done. I’m ready to move on. You should be too.’ The hurt Yasmeen saw written on the wife’s face broke her heart. She had to check herself because she was still full of the husband’s dick.”