Believe in Me (Strickland Sisters Book 2)

by Alexandria House

  I stared down at her, thinking to myself that she was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen in my damn life. “Take everything off,” I commanded.

  She pulled the blouse over her head and tossed it aside, then did the same with the bra. I let my eyes take her in, brown skin that nearly matched mine in tone, soft-looking stomach, round, full breasts, thick thighs. She spread her legs again, and I rested my hand on my crotch as I licked my lips. “What do you want me to touch it with?”

  She didn’t answer me, just spread her legs wider.

  “What do you want me to touch it with?” I repeated.

  “Whatever you want to touch it with.”

  I lifted a brow. “Really?”

  “Yes, but I need you to touch it now.”

  I pulled my clothes off, and she gasped as her eyes roamed my body. Joining her on the floor, I spread my body over hers, settling between her legs, my face even with hers. I took my hand and slid my erection over her clit. She shuddered as I repeated the act while devouring her mouth. Then my mouth left hers as I kissed my way down her body, flicking my tongue across her clit while easing a finger inside of her. She grabbed my head when I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked it like it was a third nipple.

  She grinded against my mouth, squirmed and wiggled and writhed and whined until I felt her go stiff as she spasmed around my fingers. I lifted myself, giving her a deep kiss she eagerly returned. Reaching up on my desk for my wallet, I pulled a condom out, covered myself, and seconds later, I was inside of her.

  She screamed my name, grabbed my shoulders, and threw her head back.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I grunted.

  “Yes—Zo!”

  I thrusted deeper, tried not to lose control, but she felt so damn good and tight and wet and hot, I wasn’t sure how long I would last. “Damn, Doc! What you got in this thing?” I asked.

  “Oh!” she yelled as I sank into her over and over again. “Ohhhh!”

  I held my lips to hers, murmured, “Doc…shit!”

  She opened her mouth and licked mine, sending me into overdrive.

  I thrusted deep and hard, giving her more and more of me until I gave her all of me with each stroke, causing her to scream with each thrust. She clawed at me, closing her eyes and whimpering as she spasmed around me. Finally, I closed my eyes, plunged into her so deeply that she yelped, and I roared as I filled the condom. When I opened my eyes and looked at her, she was knocked out cold, so I smiled, slid back down her body, and licked her until another orgasm woke her up.

  *****

  I was standing at the stove, cooking us a couple of steaks for…shit, I wasn’t sure what meal it was supposed to be. We’d made love twice on my office floor, once in my shower, and had slept for hours in between. Night had fallen, we were both hungry as hell, and this, all of this, just felt good. Her being in my kitchen wearing one of my t-shirts, perched on my kitchen table watching me cook. Me at the stove in my boxer briefs working my culinary magic. This shit felt like something I’d been missing my whole life messing around with Veda and her contemporaries. Doc was just different with a pussy that was absolutely addictive.

  “I should probably go home soon,” she said, as I flipped our steaks.

  “Why? Tired of me?” I asked, shooting her a grin.

  “No, but I have work in the morning. I didn’t bring any clothes with me.”

  “I can send Rell to buy you some. What do you need?”

  “Scrubs, underwear. Rell is not buying me underwear.”

  I chuckled. “All right. I guess I’ll let you go.” I walked over to her and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around me. “But you better come prepared to stay next time.”

  She grinned. “Will do.”

  I kissed her again, reached between her legs, and slid a finger inside her.

  “You’re gonna burn our food,” she murmured against my mouth.

  “Mm-hmm,” I said, as I pulled her to the edge of the table and gently pushed her onto her back, placing her legs on my shoulders. I kissed her leg as I pulled my erection out of my underwear and glided inside her.

  “How could you possibly feel this good every time?” she asked, as I eased out and back into her.

  “I was wondering the same thing.”

  18

  One week earlier…

  I woke up the morning after the benefit dinner with one thought in my mind.

  I’m tired of this shit.

  I didn’t like the feeling of not being in control of the direction my life was going in. I wanted Doc, and I wanted her bad, and hell, she obviously wanted me, too, but we couldn’t have each other because of the actions of some asshole named Robert Mattison. This asshole was not only making this whole divorce thing drag on, he was also making Doc miserable. I could see it in her eyes. Hear it in her voice. He was breaking her down. And that? That made me want to tear some shit up. She was a good woman, kind and caring. Had probably taken way too much off of this ingrate before she left him, and I suppose he was doing what he was doing because she’d stopped taking shit from him.

  My mind started going places I’d shut it off from years ago. I mean, I started having some extremely fucked up thoughts about dude. And after a day of obsessing over the whole situation, I knew I had to do something. I had to fix this for her and for me.

  *****

  I sat in the dark for hours, waiting, biding my time, exercising a level of patience that was rare for me in situations like this. When I finally heard the garage door open and a car pull into it, I scooted to the edge of the chair in anticipation. Clasped my hands together because I was almost too excited, too ready.

  The kitchen door opened, and I heard him mumble, “I thought I left this light on.” Before he could flip the switch, Rell stepped out of a corner and knocked him out with one blow to his head.

  *****

  Three hours later, I sat in his kitchen glaring at Rell, who just looked at me. “Damn, did your heavy-handed ass kill him?” I asked. “He should’ve woken up by now.”

  Rell shrugged.

  I sighed, leaned back in my chair, and shook my head when Rell pointed at the sink. “Nah, water will only work if you uncover his face. I don’t wanna uncover his face yet.”

  Rell seemed to think about this for a second and then shrugged again. After another hour passed of this dude still being unconscious, I instructed Rell to dash his ass with water and quickly cover his face again.

  That woke him up.

  His shirt was wet as he gasped under the black hood, and yelled, “What the hell? What…where am I?”

  “You’re in the comfort of your home,” I said softly. He was only sitting a few feet in front of me, and he sounded and looked terrified as he jerked his covered head toward my voice.

  “Who…who are you?”

  “You don’t know me. You don’t need to know me. All you need to do is listen.”

  “Hey, look. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t have a lot of money. You can have what I have, though. And you can take the TVs or whatever else you want.”

  “I don’t want your shit.”

  “W-what do you want then, man?” He sounded like he was about to cry, or was already crying. I knew he was a bitch ass…

  “I want you to listen.”

  “Look, I haven’t seen you, so why don’t you just go and we’ll act like this didn’t happen and you won’t get arrested for holding me hostage.”

  I nodded at Rell, who snatched the thick black hood off his face.

  His eyes met mine for a second before he squeezed them shut, and said, “Shit! Please, man!”

  I stared at his weak ass for a moment. A long moment. So long that he opened his eyes and whimpered, “What do you want?”

  “I want you to stop fucking with Renee.”

  His eyes widened. “What? She sent you here? That bitch must’ve lost her mind!”

  My eyes shot to Rell, who was already on him, waiting for me to give him the go-ahe
ad to slap the shit out of him. So I did.

  In response, Renee’s midget-ass husband yelped.

  “You wanna call her a bitch again?” I asked.

  “N-no.”

  “Apologize for that shit.”

  “I’m-I’m sorry.”

  “No, say, ‘I’m sorry for calling Renee a bitch, because I’m the bitch.’”

  He frowned. “What?”

  I sighed and looked at Rell. “I guess his ass can’t hear now. Wanna help him out?”

  Rell lifted his hand to slap him on the other side of his face, and Renee’s husband screamed, “Wait, wait! Can you repeat it? I-I didn’t quite get it all.”

  “I’m sorry for calling Renee a bitch, because I’m the bitch,” I said slowly.

  He repeated the phrase word for word.

  “Very good. Glad to see you can follow directions, because I have a few more for you, so listen carefully.”

  He nodded, and then I noticed him tugging on the zip ties that bound his wrists to the chair. I shook my head, and muttered, “This motherfucker is trying to get loose.”

  Rell sighed and thumped the fool on the back of the head. He yelped again and then started crying big old crocodile tears.

  “Robert—is it okay to call you Robert?”

  He nodded vigorously.

  “Robert, my associate here is a very strong man. Until now, I’ve tried to be patient with you by holding him back. I’ve tried to be nice, but you’re beginning to piss me off and it’s getting harder and harder for me to even want to restrain him. So you better sit your ass there and listen. Only listen, nothing else. I mean you better sit your ass there and act like I’m one of those pornos you undoubtedly watch all the time, because you just look like the type who would have a woman as fine as Renee and still be watching porn like a damn moron. I mean, how do you let a woman with a pussy that sweet leave your ass?”

  His mouth fell open and he blinked so many times, I almost thought he was having a seizure. He wanted to say something so bad it was killing him, but he was so damn scared he quickly shut his mouth.

  I smiled. “Mmm, my mouth is watering just thinking about her pussy. It smells good, too. Don’t you agree, Robert?”

  He frowned slightly, but didn’t speak.

  “DON’T YOU AGREE, MOTHERFUCKER?!” I shouted.

  “You ate my wife’s pussy?” he asked. I guess he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

  “I ate the shit out of it, and I would like to eat it again. But your ass is keeping that from happening, and that really upsets me, Robert.”

  “Uh…”

  “And you didn’t answer my question, so I have to assume you disagree and you don’t think her pussy smells good, and I don’t like it when people disagree with me.”

  “No, no! It does smell good, real good. I love the way it smells.”

  “Doesn’t it?” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees and clasping my hands together. “Hey, you know what else I love about it? It’s bald. Not a hair on that motherfucker. Woo, shit! Now that really makes my dick stand at attention!”

  “Sh-she still shaves it?”

  “Yeah! You miss her pussy, Robert?”

  “Yeah, I really do,” he confided.

  “Wish you could have some more of it?”

  “Yeah. I love Renee’s pussy. I told her that.”

  I raised an eyebrow at Rell, who punched him in the gut this time.

  “Don’t you even think about her pussy again, do you hear me?! Erase that sweet, tight, good-smelling motherfucker from your damn memory!”

  “What do you want from meeeee?” he wailed.

  “Glad you asked. I want you to leave her the hell alone. Stop fucking with her. Sign the damn divorce papers. Give her whatever she wants. I don’t give a fuck if she wants custody of your damn nuts. You better cut them bitches off and hand them to her with a smile on your face. Got it?”

  “Yeah, yeah. I got it.”

  “And you better get on this shit as soon as your lawyer gets to his office in the morning. You have one week. One…fucking…week to get this done, and I mean I want it finished. Finalized. I have a judge who’s willing to sign off on it ASAP.”

  He nodded. “Okay. Whatever you want.”

  “And understand this, you tell no one about me being here today. If you call the police, I’ll know it. If you talk about this shit in your sleep, I’ll know it. If you even think about what happened here tonight, I will know it. And your ass will not like the consequences of me knowing it. I will wake you up out of your sleep dead in the middle of the night and fuck you up! I don’t give a damn if you move to Iceland, I will find you.”

  “Okay, okay!”

  “Robert, I want you to be clear about something. The only reason your ass is not dead right now is because I want Renee, and I want her bad. I don’t have time for her to mourn you. So you get to live. Consider it a gift.”

  His eyes were wide as he stared at me.

  “You don’t think you should thank me for my generosity, motherfucker?”

  “Yeah…th-th-thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. And one last thing, don’t you open your mouth to say another thing to Renee for the rest of your life. I mean, if I find out you even said hi to her, I’m coming back. I’m going to disable that weak-ass alarm again and be sitting here waiting on your ass, and next time, things won’t be so pleasant for you.”

  “O-okay.”

  “I prefer ‘yes, sir.’”

  “Y-yes, sir.”

  “Good! See, that wasn’t so bad, little man, was it?”

  He hesitantly shook his head.

  “One week. One damn week. One.”

  “Yes, sir. One week,” he repeated.

  I sat there and stared at him for a few minutes, just to make him uncomfortable, and then I nodded at Rell who knocked him out again, cut the zip ties from his wrists and ankles, and drove me home.

  19

  Now…

  It took three days for me to realize maybe I needed to slow things down with Lorenzo, because he had me doing stuff I just didn’t do. I’d gone to that man’s house the second after we signed the divorce papers and basically handed my vagina to him on a silver platter with all the trimmings…repeatedly. I didn’t sleep with Robert for months after we started dating. Months. And it wasn’t like Zo and I were getting to know each other better by spending all this time together. For three days straight I’d only been three places: work, home to grab some clothes, and Zo’s house. And we’d basically done nothing but have sex—hot, steamy, intense, wonderful, incredible, and as Nicky would put it, nasty, sex. In between the sex, we talked about how good the sex was, which led to more sex. Or we’d eat something because we were famished from the sex. Or we’d take a shower to clean up after the sex and end up having sex in the shower. Or we’d sleep because we were exhausted from sex. But we didn’t have even one real conversation about anything else. Nothing else. Not my job or his writing or our respective families, but I knew his body like I knew the back of my hand—his tall, thick, solid, big-penised body. Zo was muscular, but not in a chiseled, everybody’s man crush Monday way. His body looked like he’d once worked out religiously but had stopped. He was still fit, still fine, but his muscles weren’t overly defined. See, I can’t even stay on topic. I was supposed to be talking about how we were moving too fast, but Lorenzo just had this weird effect on me.

  I sat in my office and stared at the third bouquet of flowers he’d sent me in as many days. Wild flowers.

  Wild.

  That’s how I felt around him. Carefree, spontaneous, and wild, all words that would’ve never accurately described me before him. Oh, and sexy. Very, very sexy. No woman could be touched the way he touched me, or be told the things he told me during sex, or have his eyes drink them in like his did me and not feel sexy. A supermodel didn’t have shit on my size eighteen ass when I was in Lorenzo’s presence.

  Of course I didn’t want to put any distance betw
een us but felt like I needed to, especially since on the third night I spent with him, he mentioned us having dinner with his mother.

  His mother.

  I’d hated Robert’s mother, because she’d openly said she fully expected her son to marry someone much lighter skinned than me. And throughout our marriage, she doted on his brother, Ken’s, biracial (white and Chinese) wife and their tri-racial children. At one point, during the height of my fertility issues, she suggested we “borrow” some eggs from Ken’s wife, Amy, so she would be assured another pretty grandbaby. I remember wanting to scream at her that her son was the ugly one, and hell, if we were real about the situation, I was taking a chance on having an ugly baby. My lineage was full of gorgeous people. My parents, my sisters, and me. I’d been called a lot of things in my life, but ugly was not one of them.

  Anyway, despite my misgivings about mothers-in-law, I was sure Lorenzo’s mother would not be the supreme bitch Alice Mattison was to have raised a man like him. My major concern was what a request like this meant about his frame of mind considering our fledgling, totally sexual relationship. Men don’t want you to meet their mothers unless they’re serious. Zo was obviously serious about me, a woman whose divorce was less than a week old. He didn’t even know my address or my middle name, and he was serious about me. And that scared me to death.

  So I panicked. And for the next two days and two nights, I pretended to be swamped at work and too tired to see him. Well, work was hectic, but I definitely wasn’t too tired for him. I even missed him, but I really thought this was the best thing to do.

  *****

  Another day of my self-imposed exile from Lorenzo had passed when Janine’s voice sounded through the intercom in my office. “Renee, there’s a gentleman here to see you. He won’t tell me what it’s about, but he says it’s urgent.” She lowered her voice, and added, “It’s a big guy in a suit.”