“No,” I say, startling her. “Not tonight. I need more than that from you tonight.”
This is different from the role-playing routine we have done dozens of times. I’m supposed to proposition her with the idea of riding my cock cowboy style behind one of these buildings. She’s supposed to tell me I have to cook her dinner. Then, we’re supposed to run off deeper into the alley and fuck like rabbits with the possibility of getting caught by the old lady, which excites us both to no end.
“What…what do you want to do then?” she plays along until I drop down on one knee. That’s when her eyes start glowing brightly.
“I have the best proposition for you yet,” I say.
“Oh really? What’s that?” she counters with a glimmer of lust in her eyes. I can see the wheels turning in her mind as she contemplates what kind of excursion I’m about to take her on.
“I want you to be mine, officially. Will you be my wife, Yandy Ari Martin? Will you marry me?”
“Blaze, are you serious?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I say and produce a ring from my back pocket. “I’m very serious.”
“Oh, my…Yes. I will marry you. Yes! Yes! I will.”
I begin to slide the ring onto her finger.
“Hurry up and put it on so I can kiss you already,” she demands.
I stand up and take her into my arms, and we melt together, my lips crashing down onto hers. “Thank you, for making me the happiest man alive.”
“Thank goodness,” the old lady says from a window behind us. “It’s about time somebody married that girl. Poor thing’s been out here for months trying to catch somebody’s attention. Now, will you take her to your house so she can stop loitering in front of my building? Make an honest woman out of her for everybody’s sake in this building.”
“Mind your business!” I say, angrily. For some reason, I take the old lady’s words to heart, even though she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
“No, what she’s saying is true, Blaze. Thank goodness, you’re making an honest woman out of me. With this ring, you can have me all night every night. You can take me to your apartment and do all kinds of things to me, along with taking me up against the alley wall,” Yandy says in a tease.
“Oh, goodness, he’s going to give you a place to stay too,” the lady says jokingly. “You better get going now, girl.”
“Hey, what are you two doing?” Sloane asks in a grunting whisper as he walks up. “Are you trying to run all the action off from this block, or what? This isn’t love connection. She’s working,” he adds with an attitude as he glares at me with contempt.
“So, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now. The first thing we need to clear up is, when you see me talking to my woman, there is no reason for you to step forward and say a damn thing. I can and will protect my woman from any issues that may arise. Secondly, I know she’s working, but she’s a grown woman and can speak to me when she wants me to leave her alone,” I bark at Sloane.
I don’t give a damn if he’s upset about seeing me out there with Yandy. He knows we’re a couple, and I don’t like the way he’s always butting in with an opinion. This conversation is long overdue. He’s too protective of my woman, and I’m the only man she needs to protect her.
Ever since I started dating Yandy officially, I’ve been watching her back out here. In coordination with the FBI, we’ve taken hundreds, if not thousands, of men off the streets in the past six months. My main concern each day is not only bringing criminals to justice and rescuing young girls who may be forced to be out here, but also to make sure no one harms a hair on my woman’s head. That is my job now, and it’s time Sloane gets it through his thick skull.
“I don’t know what she sees in a punk like you anyway. Fucking NYPD?” Sloane says on a laugh.
I can feel the veins in my head swell until they’re about to pop out. This guy doesn’t know he’s close to catching an ass whipping like it’s the flu.
“Sloane, you are out of line!” Yandy yells and then pushes her partner in the chest. “What the hell is your problem?”
“Why are you coming after me? Talk to the cop about how he’s out of line for being out here. For fucks sake, he should know as well as we do that you don’t come on an undercover prostitute’s corner proposing marriage. That shit is whack as hell,” Sloane yells back at Yandy while looking incredulous.
“Back off, Sloane!” she urges.
“No, I won’t back off! I’ve been here for you for years, and he strolls in, and now you’re in love?” He stands close in her face as he speaks. The way he is looking at her makes me lose what’s left of my mind.
I step to him and push him out of her face; then, I land a good shiner onto his right eye. “Don’t you ever stand flat-footed in front of my woman and yell at her. Do you fucking understand me, boy?” I say, punching him again.
He strikes back, somehow maneuvering to his feet. “She’s more my woman than she is yours. I care about her more than you do.”
“Oh my god. That went downhill fast, but this is juicy stuff. Who will the prostitute choose, the handsome lover boy or the man who’s always stalking her?” the old lady yells from her window.
“Shut up!” we all yell to her at once.
She quickly closes her window after talking about how she’s about to call the cops.
“Sloane, I am not yours, and you know that already. Blaze just proposed to me, and you, of all people, should be happy for me,” Yandy tells her partner.
“How can I be happy seeing you with him? When I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you? The only reason I didn’t say anything was that you’re my partner, and I try to be professional, but seeing you out here frolicking around with him, and now accepting his proposal, lets me know it’s time I let you know how I feel. I love you, Yandy,” Sloane pours his heart out.
“It doesn’t matter how you feel,” I say, stepping in front of Yandy to protect her. “She is mine!” I yell, not caring who hears my pronouncement of her being mine.
Yandy moves around me and touches my chest. Her touch soothes me a bit, so I let out a deep sigh. “Hold up, Blaze. I can handle Sloane,” she assures me with a look in her eyes letting me know I can relax a little and let her handle it. Still, I’m on edge. “As soon as I get into the station in the morning, I’m asking to be taken off this assignment and to be assigned to a new partner. There is no way we can work together any longer,” she tells him curtly.
“Oh yeah?” Sloane asks. “If you’re going to go in there and tell them about me, make sure you tell them everything you’ve been doing the past eight months.”
I move toward Sloane again, and Yandy pulls me back. I’m ready to spaz over what was supposed to be a freakishly beautiful moment turning into a war with her partner. But, I’ve always had a feeling his supposed protectiveness of his partner was something much more profound. Take him seeing her home every night, for example. Even though the man knows I’m there for her, he still stalks around her house at unwanted times of the night. Now, the cat is out of the bag, his feelings are exposed for all to see.
“Tell them what you want, Sloane. I’m asking for a new partner tomorrow, and I’m marrying Blaze.”
***
Yandy
In all the time I have known Sloane, I’ve known him to be a domineering man, always having to be in control of every situation he encounters. Yet, I never knew he wanted to be with me intimately. To hear him out here professing his feelings, after Blaze proposed to me, is mindboggling.
I talk Blaze into taking me back to his place, but it’s hard to get him to drop it with Sloane. He looks like he wants to kill him as we walk away. We slide into Blaze’s blue SUV and ride to his apartment in silence.
“Has he ever touched you?” is the first question out of Blaze’s mouth as soon as his front door closes with him pinning me against it.
“No, never,” I say. “But you already know that.”
“
It just makes me want to smash something, knowing he came out there intending to start something with me. You know we’ve never clicked,” Blaze admits. “I’ve always been courteous to him, but I never really clicked with him. It was like something was holding him back from being cordial, so I dropped it. I’m not here for him anyway.”
“You should have told me you had those feelings about him. Maybe I would have seen it sooner,” I surmise, though I know this is no one’s fault but Sloane’s. What he did was uncalled for.
“I don’t like to insinuate things I’m not sure of. It was just a nagging feeling I had,” Blaze admits.
“You know what? Enough about him. You proposed to me,” I said smiling.
“Yes, and now that that’s been tainted, I’m going to have to figure out another way to surprise you and do it all over again. I want it to be perfect. You know, middle of a dark alley type of perfect for us.”
I chuckle. “Oh Blaze, it was wonderful. No one can take that away from us.”
“I wanted to take you somewhere and celebrate in public. You know how we do,” he insinuates, causing me to grin widely.
I look over at his balcony window. “I see the perfect place for us to celebrate right here, right now.”
He smiles at me wickedly.
I run over to the window with him following close behind me. Before I reach it, he spins me around and starts kissing me.
“I love your mind, pretty woman,” he says, his hands reaching down to cup my ass.
Blaze helps me out of my clothes, and I help him out of his. I marvel over the sight in front of me; my man is fine. Scratch that, my future husband is sexy as hell. I feel like I’ve won a prize that grants me the ability to see all of this beautiful nakedness every day for the rest of my life. I’m such a lucky girl.
“Blaze, now that we have our clothes off, what’s next?” I ask in a teasing way.
His eyes glaze over, a clear sign that he aches to be buried deep inside of me. “You’re making me want you even more than I did before. How is this even possible?” he asks.
“I don’t know.” I sashay over to the window and bend over in front of it, leaving my ass tooted up for Blaze to consider whether he wants to talk about his desires or indulge in them. I look back at him and wiggle my finger at him in a come hither motion.
“Oh my god, woman!” he growls, and within seconds, he’s all over me, his hardness resting against my slick entrance.
“You’re going to get me pregnant if you keep sexing me raw,” I tell him, to which his reply is to grip my hips and thrust so deep inside of me that I gasp for air. Reuniting with Blaze is the next best thing close to a slice of heaven.
“I want you pregnant. I want you to have all of my babies,” he growls out as he thrusts inside of me.
All? I think, but I can barely tell the difference between my eyelids and the street down beneath us as he moves in and out of me.
“Blaze. Oh, baby,” I moan out his name as he claims me with each stroke. It is no doubt in my mind that I belong to him and he belongs to me. “I love you so much! Oh, I love you, Big Blaze!”
“I love you more,” he mutters, bending over to drop the words close to my ear. He plunges into my heat over and over again, biting down on my shoulders as I try not to explode from the feel of him filling me completely.
“Ask me again,” I murmur.
“What, baby? Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he murmurs.
“Ask me again,” I say, gripping his cock within my walls tightly.
“Yandy, baby. Yandy—Ari,” he says, sounding as if he’s about to succumb to our passionate lovemaking. “You’re driving me mad!”
“Ask me!” I grip his manhood tighter.
“Will you marry me? Baby, please will you marry me?” he says as he grunts his pleasures loudly.
After hearing his proposal, I can feel my juices flowing out of me and running down my legs. I’m seconds away from squirting all over his floor.
“Yes! Yes, I will marry you,” I say, trembling and gripping onto his manhood with every tremor. I give him myself freely, and all of me, saving nothing for myself. He rams into my heated core, taking all that I have and depositing his all, along with our future baby inside of me.
“Say you’ll stay with me, forever,” he mutters as he spins me around into his arms.
“Forever,” I murmur.
“I mean it, Yandy. I want no moments to pass where we are not together. I want you with me, forever.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say and hold him close to me. “I’m yours.”
He kisses my lips; a kiss meant to hold me right there, rendering me unable to move from that very spot for as long as he wants me there.
I don’t want to think or feel anything else for as long as I live. No one and nothing can tear us apart, and our purpose to make the world a better place will only bring us closer together. Right now, all I want is to be right here with Blaze to experience moments such as this.
THE END
UPDATE ON THE DANGEROUS BONDS SERIES:
Safe Place 1 & 2 will be combined into one book that will release on my birthday May 21st!
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