by Autumn Sand
“Nah. She said she needed some time out of the house. So she’s out doing who knows what in the city with friends.”
“Who knows what?” Now that I think about it, I didn’t get a chance to speak to Anaya earlier today. We’ve gotten into the habit of checking in on each other several times a day.
“Yeah. You know how women get when they’re with their friends. They like to show they are still sexy and men still want them.”
“You cool with that?” Not sure if I would be cool with Cyma hanging out with the girls doing who knows what. I want her protected at all times; so that means I need to know what what is.
“Fuck no! But hey, I can’t keep her locked up in the house barefoot and pregnant, so I let her do her thing as long as she comes home to papa.” He smirks and I know exactly what he means. Manny just stares at us as if we’re speaking a foreign language.
Something catches Manny’s attention out of the one-way glass behind Tony. Standing, he makes his way over to it. The glass faces the dance floor downstairs. We get a full bird’s-eye view of the floor, but no one can see us. “Well, you two assholes get to know what your ladies are doing after all, and who they’re doing it with.”
Huh? “What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask as I set my glass on the desk and stroll over to where he’s standing. Tony joins us, glancing down on the dance floor. Well fuck me, Anaya and Cyma, dancing center stage and looking sexy as sin. All eyes are on them.
Manny claps us both on the shoulders. “Damn, you two are some lucky fuckers. Your chicks are fucking hot.”
Tony growls at him. I, on the other hand, have no such restraint, and I punch the asshole for looking at my woman that way. Bent over in pain, he slowly rises, still clutching his stomach. “Fuck, man. It was a compliment. Not like I was going to push up on her.” He straightens and winces in pain as he rubs his hand on his stomach.
I slap him on the back of his head and start toward the door. “Bro, you don’t want to do that.” Tony stops me with his words.
Turning around slowly, I narrow my eyes at him. “Why the fuck not? Every fucker down there is staring at my woman!”
“Because they chose this place for a reason. They know we’re here. They know we’re watching. They want us to watch. It’s part of the fun. It’s a chase of sorts.” He lifts his glass to his lips for another drink.
Is he off his rocker? “Chase? Why would I chase what’s mine?” My patience is starting to grow thin with him. The more time I waste talking to him, the more time fucking assholes downstairs are staring at her.
“Trust me. It’s all part of the fun. Think about it. Those jackoffs downstairs all want what’s yours and she knows it. She’s showing them they can want it, but they can’t have or touch it. Give them a few more minutes to show off some more moves before you push up on that. Trust me, it’ll be the best fuck of your life tonight.”
I think about his logic and I know he’s right. Manny scratches the top of his head. “Fuck me. Maybe I should get a steady chick after all.” We laugh at him and go back to staring at our women.
Anaya and Cyma are the sexiest women in the club tonight and everyone knows it. Anaya dances and jokes around with Cyma, but Cyma with her dancer’s body has enraptured everyone with her moves. She isn’t dancing quite as seductively as she would if she was at the strip club, but she’s getting a lot of attention. I understand what Tony means. Some men try to approach them, but they wave them off, all the while staring up at the window upstairs, knowing we’re watching. Fuck me if that shit isn’t turning me on.
Tony quickly finishes his drink. “Ready to claim what’s ours?”
I slam back my own drink. “Fuck yeah.”
“Shit. Now I’m left out of the fun.”
Tony slaps Manny on the shoulder. “Umm, gonna need my office, so if you don’t mind.” I follow Tony out the door to collect what’s mine.
Taking the private elevator downstairs, we watch as our women move their bodies on the dance floor. Tony strolls onto the floor just as Anaya does a spin. Their eyes lock and a knowing look passes between them. Sweeping her up in his arms, he carries her off the dance floor and heads for his office upstairs. Cyma is still caught up in her own world and hasn’t noticed that Anaya has left the dance floor. Her eyes are closed as she gyrates to the music in a micro-mini dress that hugs all her curves.
I move to the music on the dance floor maneuvering through the throngs of people, coming up behind her and placing my hands around her waist. She stills at first, but realizes it’s me when I say, “I love to watch your body move.” She shivers at my words as I keep time with the beat. As she leans deeper into my chest and rubs her ass on my groin, my dick is ready to greet her. The dance floor is crowded and the people who were watching her are now off doing their own thing.
Slowly, I maneuver us to the back wall of the dance floor for more privacy. Doing a slow grind on me, she shimmies to the floor, giving me the perfect view of her ass, and backs up against my body again. Shifting my hand from her waist to her upper thigh, I place my fingers inside her G-string and into her opening. She lets out a gasp. “Damn, baby, you are so fucking wet for me.” Removing my fingers, I teasingly place them in my mouth and suck loudly in her ear with a moan. “You taste like sunshine.” Reaching her hands behind her, she unzips my pants and helps to free Second Tick. No Second Dante tonight. Second Dante makes love to his woman. Second Tick fucks his woman well. As she strokes Second Tick, I let out a hiss as he grows larger in her hand. “He misses you.”
“I missed him too,” she says as she leans her head back on my shoulders. With her stilettos on, we are the same height.
The dance floor is crowded, but our little corner in the back wall offers us seclusion. Seclusion that I’m about to take advantage of. Reaching back under her dress, I tear her G-string off at the seams. She gives me another gasp and my dick stirs to life some more. “Place both hands on the wall in front of you.” She does so without hesitation. “Good girl.” I give Second Tick a few more strokes. A drop of precum coats the tip of my finger. I lift that finger to her lips, and her tongue licks my finger clean. “No condom. You up to date on birth control?” We both got tested a while ago before she left me.
“Already covered,” she says with a gasp as I reach my fingers under her dress again and rub her clit. Fuck, she is so wet and ready for my more-than-hungry dick.
“This is going to be raw and dirty.”
“Just fuck me already,” she pants out as she pushes her ass on my dick.
Well, who am I to argue with a lady who knows what she wants? She spreads her legs as I position myself behind her and slide my way home. We both let out the breaths we were holding. I gently bend her forward more to give me the angle I’m looking for and she lets out a moan of pleasure. The bass from the music is pounding through the speakers as I pound into her. My hands are on her hips to steady her as I drive my cock deeper and deeper into her.
As my climax builds, I grind my hips into her, allowing the friction she requires to send her into orbit. She lets out a moan. Removing one of my hands from her waist, I brace myself on the wall, giving her everything I got, and she takes it all. Her pussy is greedy and hungry for what only I can give her. Her muscles tighten around my dick and I know she’s almost there. As I pump into her three more times, she lets out a moan of pleasure. It’s music to my fucking ears as I release my juices inside of her. Both of our orgasms are intense. As she presses her entire body against the wall, I try to hold her and myself up at the same time. “Fuck.”
“My legs are too weak to stand.”
Placing Second Tick back inside my pants, I pick her up and carry her to the private bathroom. Setting her on the counter, I clean her off the best I can with just paper towels at my disposal.
“How come you didn’t tell me you were coming here with Anaya tonight?”
“We wanted to surprise both of you. Anaya said it’s a fun game to play, and I think you just proved her rig
ht on the dance floor.” Pulling her into me, I kiss her. Before I know it, we’re trying to tear each other’s clothes off.
“If we don’t stop, I’m going to end up fucking you right here on this counter.”
She gives me a come-hither look. “So what’s stopping you?”
And that is all the invitation I need.
Chapter 26
Everything Falls Apart ~ Dog’s Eye View
Cyma
Sitting in the hospital watching television with Lelia, Dante has fit perfectly into our imperfect life. He and Lelia are laughing at a cartoon as I sit back and watch the two of them. It brings my heart joy that Lelia has another person who loves and cares for her as much as I do. Dante has proven that, even though he may not be her biological father, he can still be a father to her. He has started hinting at starting a family in a few years when Lelia is better. I pray our children look just like him and have his heart. Brenda steps inside of the room.
“Time for your medicine, baby girl,” she says, and Lelia scrunches up her nose.
“I don’t like it.”
Dante pats her on the shoulder gently. “You have to take your medicine so you can get better and come home.”
Her eyes brighten at his comment. “I get to come home with you?”
“You get to come home with Mommy and me. Mommy has already started searching for a place with a large yard for you to play in.”
Her big eyes meet mine. “Really, Mommy?”
“Really, sweetheart. So please take your medicine.”
“Okay.” She opens her mouth for the spoonful of purple liquid that Brenda deposits in her mouth. Swallowing, she shakes her head from side to side. “I still don’t like it.”
Dante leans in to whisper in her ear. She giggles and promises not tell his secret. We kiss her good-bye and go home. Once in the car, I ask him what the secret was. He told her he hates medicine as well and cries like a baby when he’s sick. We both get a good laugh out of it. And it makes me fall in love with him even more. Once inside of his loft, we go straight into our routine.
“Honey, what would you like for dinner?”
After flipping on his hundred-and-four-inch television to watch the game, he does a quick stretch. “Up to you. Can you pass me a beer?” He puts his feet up on the coffee table while leaning back on the couch. It melts my heart to see him so relaxed and at ease with being a man with an instant family. I place his beer in front of him and kiss the top of his head. “What was that for?”
“For being you.” I smile and kiss him on the lips.
“How about we skip dinner and go straight for dessert?” I let out a yelp as he pulls me into his lap.
“Promises, promises,” I tease as he unbuttons my blouse. My bra is already off when my cell phone rings.
“Let it go to voicemail,” he says in between sucking on my breasts.
I debate doing that, but my mommy instincts kick in and I stand up to answer the phone. “It could be the hospital or something important.” He nods in agreement as I rush across the loft to get to my phone in time. “Hello,” I answer in a pant.
“Cyma.” Brenda’s frantic voice comes over the line. “Lelia has suffered a setback. You need to come back to the hospital as soon as you can.”
My blood runs cold through my veins as I hear her words. “Cyma? Can you hear me?”
“Umm, yes. Lelia. Setback. Hospital,” is all I manage as my brain and heart try to catch up to Brenda’s words. Dante is immediately at my side at hearing the words that have left my mouth. I’m still frozen as Brenda hangs up the phone.
“Cyma, snap out of it. We gotta go.” But I’m unable to distinguish his words. I feel him placing my arms through my sleeves and buttoning my shirt quickly, and picking me up in his arms when he’s finished. The car ride to the hospital is as fast as a car chase in a movie. He runs through every red light and has broken every traffic law you can think of to get us to the hospital in record time.
We run through the corridor franticly and get to Lelia’s room, but we’re not allowed inside. We’re told the doctors are working on her.
“But how? She was happy and feeling better earlier, just a few hours ago. How did this happen?” I pace the floor as I rub my arms raw.
Dante pulls me into his chest and I rest my head on his shoulders. “Shh, she’ll be okay.”
I close my eyes and allow his words to sink. She has to be okay.
Chapter 27
Machinehead ~ Bush
Tick
We’ve been sitting in the waiting room for several hours. Every time we see a doctor or a nurse come out of that little girl’s room, we jump up, hoping they have news for us. Just when I think I can’t take the waiting and pacing back and forth any more, a doctor comes out. He looks like he just graduated from med school. If he went to Pulse, I would’ve carded him, and he’s supposed to be a doctor?
“Ms. Sawyer, if you’ll come with me. I will give you an update on Lelia.”
We both stand to follow him, but he stops and stares at me with a raised brow.
“Are you the child’s father?” He looks hopeful when he says the words.
“No, but…”
His face drops. “Sorry, I’m only at liberty to speak to the child’s parents. Ms. Sawyer, if you’ll come with me to my office.” Fuck the HIPPA laws, I’m about to grab this motherfucker by the neck, but my woman speaks.
“N-no. He’s not her biological father, but he’s her stepfather. I want him with me.”
“Oh, I see. I wasn’t made aware she had a stepfather. Well then, that changes things. Please, can you both come with me to my office?”
We take a seat inside of his office and wait for him to begin.
“Ms. Sawyer, I spoke to you a few weeks ago about Lelia and how she wasn’t responding to the treatments.”
“Yes, you mentioned her best option was a bone marrow transplant.”
“Exactly. Unfortunately, we still haven’t found a match. So, as you know, we had to start some new treatments to slow down the growth of the cancer cells.”
“She isn’t responding well to that either?”
He lets out a sigh. “No, unfortunately. If she had responded, it would have bought us some more time, time that we’ve run out of.”
Cyma lets out a sob that I feel in my soul. I pull her into me. “So what can we do?”
“Well, if you could locate the child’s biological father, it would be great. We already know he’s a perfect match.”
I stroke the back of her head as she sobs some more into my chest. “Okay, done. I’ll find him.”
Cyma lifts her head off my shoulder. “What? How? I have no idea where he is.”
“Trust me. I got this. I made you a promise that I’ll protect the two of you. Not going to make a liar out of me. I’ll find the son of a bitch and bring him back.”
She searches my eyes and lifts her hands to my cheeks. “I believe you will.”
I give her a kiss before rising to leave. “Stay here with our little girl. I’ll send Anaya over to sit with you.” She nods and I leave.
I won’t lose Lelia the way I lost my son. I have to come through with my promise. My pulse quickens as I try to get my plan of action straight in my head.
I place a call to Tony and Anaya. Anaya promises to stay with Cyma until we get back with that dirt bag of an ex-husband of hers. Tony summons Manny and Magnum to put word out on the street that we’re looking for him. Cyma texts me all of her ex-husband’s old hangouts. Tony and I are on our way to one of his old spots to see if anyone has heard from him.
“When was the last time she spoke to him?”
“Two years ago. Asshole left shortly after Lelia was diagnosed.” I grip the steering wheel tighter as I think that my woman had to go through all this alone in the past.
Shaking his head from side to side, his jaw clenches. “What kind of man would do some shit like that?”
“I don’t know, but when I find him, I intend on
asking.” I continue to grip the steering wheel, imagining it’s his neck.
“You’ll be asking in a friendly way, of course.” Tony smirks at me as he stares at my death grip on the steering wheel.
“Of course.” I smirk right back. Pulling into the parking lot of a bar in the Bronx that Ryan, Cyma’s ex-husband, used to be known to frequent. Tony and I both check our guns and place them in our shoulder holsters. “Follow my lead.”
“Your show, bro. I’m just the extra muscle,” Tony says as he closes the car door.
I’ve seen some lowlife hangouts in my time, but this place makes those places look like five-star establishments. I don’t even think I would ever sit, much less drink, in a place like this for fear of catching something. All eyes are on us when we stroll in. Tony takes a slight step back, waiting for me to begin the show.
I lean on the bar, signaling for the bartender. He comes over to me right away, and his eyes flicker between Tony and myself. “What can I get you?” His tone is more of annoyance than anything else.
“Information.”
Wiping his hand on his already too-dirty dishtowel, he says, “Ain’t got that here.”
Sliding a hundred dollar bill over, I ask, “Does this help?”
Taking the bill, he inspects it quickly and pockets it. “What kind of information you looking for?”
“Ryan Sawyer. Do you know his whereabouts?”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “What the hell would the two of you want with a shithead like him?”
“That’s our concern.”
His shoulders slacken. “He used to come in here a lot. Got mixed up with some really bad people. He hasn’t been around in about six months, I’d say.”
“Address?”
He laughs at my question “Address? It’s wherever he can find a place to lay his head. The fucker is a born loser. You know what I mean?”
Any man who hits a woman is a loser, hands down, but to leave his wife and sick kid is a different kind of monster. “Where was he laying his head the last time you saw him?”
“Fuck, man.” He places both hands on the bar and leans in. “What did he get himself into now?”
