Hitta's Tea Maker 2

by Edwina Fort

  Mmmm…there was such need in his eyes and I was thrilled to see it.

  My tank top had ridden up a bit in all the frenzy and he brought his rough hand to rest gently on my soft stomach that was exposed. And for a moment, neither of us spoke, we just stared down at his scarred hand as it made lazy circles around my belly button.

  “I missed you so much, shawty.” His words were so low that if I wasn’t in tune with him, I may not have heard them.

  “I missed you too…” My breath caught in my throat when his head slowly lowered to my stomach where he lapped at my belly button with his tongue.

  But a squeak left my lips when he nipped me.

  “So, you decided to tease me with something I’ve been starving for over the last week, huh?” As he spoke, he continued to plant kisses on my stomach raising my shirt up farther with each one.

  Biting my lip, I nodded.

  “Didn’t nobody ever tell you that little girls shouldn’t tempt wolves?”

  I held up my arms so that he could pull my tank over my head. “No, nobody told me. Am I in danger?”

  Chuckling, he unsnapped my bra. However, when my breasts sprang free the smile left his face and a groan escaped his lips. Gently he palmed both of them in his hands.

  “Damn, I missed these.” He muttered to himself taking his time to massage my soft flesh. He rubbed from the base to the sensitive tip, pinching them gently between his fingers. I wanted to press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was building in my core.

  His gaze came to mine. “Every time I make love to you, I tell myself to be gentle. I tell myself you ain’t ready to meet the real me, but after not having you next to me for a week, I can’t be gentle, shawty. Let me just apologize now.”

  My eyes grew wide in excitement. “Apologize for what?”

  An evil grin settled on his face. “You awakened a wolf.”

  And then his hungry mouth closed over my tender nipple drawing it strongly between his teeth. The pleasure of that caress caused my back to arch up off the bed. I clutched his head as he fed from me.

  True to his word, he was not gentle. I’d never seen this side of him. And let me tell you, if I thought that I was sprung from the way he’d made love to me before, I was now completely ruined. He didn’t make love as much as devour.

  But first, he gave me a lesson in teasing, causing my world to shatter twice before ever entering me. And when he did, he lifted me in his arms growling for me to wrap my quivering legs around his waist. Then he proceeded to take me in such a way that I thought for sure would tear me asunder.

  When my world shattered that time, the scream that came from my throat was unrecognizable. The only thing I could do was pray that Wayne, Carmen, and Jessie were still out and about, because if they weren’t, there was no way they wouldn’t know what was going on in this room.

  I had no way of knowing how much time passed, the only thing I knew was that I had awakened a beast and he was hungry for me. When finally he growled his release and his warm seed filled me, I thought that he was done, but he was nowhere near done.

  He picked up my shattered body and carried me to the chair and took me again in the same ravenous fashion, relentlessly driving into me until I screamed as another staggering release washed over me. After that, he helped me to the shower, at that point I was a quivering mess. But Hitta wasn’t done, he took me again in the shower.

  When at last he let me rest, I collapsed on his chest well satisfied. The last thing I remember thinking before I succumbed to the sweet darkness of sleep was that now I could rest, because Hitta was here to keep me safe.

  Hitta

  Her little short ass passed out as soon as her head touched my chest. And now I felt bad for the way I took her. I’d been holding myself back when I made love to her. She was so small and soft; I’ve always been afraid of hurting her.

  But she’d showed me tonight that my fears were in vain. Not only did she take all of me, she gave as good as she got, meeting each of my strokes brazenly, purring and responding beautifully to each of my caresses. She was so damn sexy when she came apart for me. The thought of it was giving me another f**king erection.

  Not to mention her taste.

  Poor Stanly… if he’d ever gotten even a sample of it on the tip of his tongue, he was hooked. I chuckled. Sh*t, it had been the death of his goofy ass.

  Her taste was enough to drive a sane man crazy with want. I’d never in my life had anything like it. She ate so many of those little flowers they were coming through her pores. When I licked her stomach it tasted like it, when I sipped from her lips the taste was even stronger… but if I began to think of the place where it was the strongest I would be waking her up, so I forced myself to think of something else.

  It was bad enough she was clinging to me like she feared I would leave her in her sleep, pressing all her soft lush curves against my body. The love we’d just made was nowhere near enough to soothe the appetite I had for her. And to think, she’d tried to tease me.

  Can y’all believe that sh*t?! After the f**king week of hell I’ve been through.

  While she’s been here living it up on the f**king beach, I’d been back in Chicago tearing up the streets looking for her. And then after all that, she’d gotten in her head to f**king tease me. She had no idea how much I needed her. Hell yeah, I let go on her.

  But now I felt like sh*t for doing it, especially after the information I’d found out during the plane ride here. Maddox and Lannox had gone to explore Stanly's house and the sh*t they found shocked the hell out of me. That mutha f**ka was sick.

  The twins had found thousands of pictures of Angel that were taken without her knowledge, some while she was asleep and some while she was in the f**king bath. He’d hidden a camera in her bathroom and recorded her as she showered. They’d found several boxes of tapes.

  They’d even found a few pairs of her panties in the boxes. I balled up my fists wishing I could bring his punk ass back and kill him again. My movement must have disturbed her because she wrapped her arms tighter around me burying her head deeper in my neck.

  “Hold me tighter…” she muttered without waking.

  Smiling, I did as she told me, pulling her closer inhaling her scent. Damn, I missed this. I haven't f**king been able to sleep because I didn't have her little ass draped over my back.

  “Where have you been, Hitta? You left me alone,” she continued.

  I frowned down at her and although I knew she was talking in her sleep, I felt a need to respond to her.

  “I was looking for you, Teacup.”

  She snuggled deeper in my arms, digging her nails in my back. “You better not leave me again.”

  Her bossiness made me chuckle. “I won’t, baby. That’s my word. I will never leave you again.”

  She was clearly stuck in one of her nightmares. She told me before I came along that she didn’t get much sleep because of them. I wonder if that’s why she was sleeping so hard right now.

  Could this last week have been as rough for her as it was for me?

  It didn’t matter. This sh*t was never happening again. By nightfall tomorrow, she was going to be my wife, and I’d like to see her short ass try to walk away from me then. I wasn’t lying to her, I ain’t never letting this sh*t happen again. My heart can’t take it. I’ll be the youngest nigga in the hood to have a massive f**king heart attack and drop dead on the sidewalk.

  If y’all wondering how the hell I’m going to get her to agree to marry me, then wonder no more. I’m going to do whatever the f**k it takes, even if that means lying to her.

  Yeah, you heard me. I got a little trick up my sleeve.

  You see, the twins found out what Stan’s b*tch ass was using to control her. Apparently, that mutha f**ka found out about Trina and was threatening to take custody of Jess if Angel didn’t agree to leave me.

  He somehow got her mother in on the sh*t too, convincing her to come to the gym and feed me that bullsh*t ass story
about Angel going to him to help her leave me, which would explain why he had to ghost her in the motel room.

  Everybody knew a crackhead was only as loyal as their last high. However, the only thing his stupid ass accomplished was giving me the perfect leverage to convince Angel to agree to a speedy marriage.

  Rome had finally gotten back to me just in time to assist me with my little plan. He was able to find some camera feed that put Stanly boy at the scene of the crime. And thanks to an anonymous tip to the CPD, the good doctor was now wanted for murder. Rome also cleared out all of his bank accounts so that it looked like he made a run for it. Maddox and Lannox will make sure his body never sees the light of day.

  Wayne and Kennedy, my attorney, were already working on custody papers for Jess; I just needed to convince Angel that the courts would be more comfortable granting her custody if she was married.

  Now, before y’all shake yo’ head at me and sh*t and start talking about all that I need to be honest bullsh*t, let me remind y’all of the sh*t that had just went down.

  Angel need a nigga like me for a husband. You see how easy Stan was able to manipulate her? And what about her b*tch ass brotha? I swear, if that mutha f**ka show his face again, we gon’ introduce him to some hood justice. Ima beat his ass so bad, he gon’ disappear and never f**king come back again, which is just how the f**k I want it!

  Period!

  My phoned dinged on the nightstand next to the bed. Careful not to wake my girl, I grabbed it.

  Rome: After doing a little more digging, found out yo’ boy been very busy. He purchased 8 milligrams of Digoxin three weeks ago from a very questionable source. So, I decided to check out the toxicology report from his wife’s autopsy. Came back squeaky clean. Too clean for someone with stage 4 bone cancer. I also found it very strange that it came back so fast. Did a little more digging and after poring over hours of hospital footage, got yo’ boy Stan bribing the hell out of a technician in the medical examiner’s office. Didn’t take long for me to find the original report and guess what it shows!!!! (Dramatic pause)

  I exhaled shaking my head. Rome had a brilliant mind, but his brilliance came with a lot of unnecessary theatrics. When we were kids, he used to drive me nuts because the nigga had a playlist for every situation. He used to blast classical music while he kicked my ass in chess. Often, I wanted to strangle him and his f**ked up music.

  Me: What, nigga???!!!

  Rome: Tsk, tsk tsk… Nigga, is a word that minimizes all my possibilities. You’ve place me in a box, to do so is dismissive--- Yada yada yada.

  Not it the mood for his crap, I put my phone back on the stand until he got down off his soapbox. He’d given me the nigga speech a million times and I didn’t need to hear it again. Hell, I think he was the reason I didn’t use the word as often as most of the folks around me.

  The phone dinged after another two minutes, shaking my head again at his nonsense, I picked it up.

  Rome: You put the phone down, didn’t you?

  Me: What the f**k you think?

  Rome: (sighhhhh) Fine, continue to be a barbarian.

  Me: What the report show, bastard!?

  Rome: Lol, it showed that Mrs. Diana Baker died from a staggering amount of Digoxin. Yo’ boy killed his wife. I went on and forwarded the information I found to the detective on his case. Stanly is now wanted for the murder of his wife and Angel’s mom. You’re welcome!

  I smiled; This sh*t shouldn’t be this easy.

  Me: Thanks, Bo

  Rome: This message will self-destruct in 3, 2, 1

  The reel on which he and I were texting went black before a bunch of laughing skeleton faces appeared, followed by a dancing naked lady with a bangin’ body that held a sign saying, Brought to You by Rome. And then it went completely blank. When I turned my phone back on, it showed no evidence whatsoever of his and my texts.

  See what I mean with this one? Unnecessary theatrics…

  Chapter 18

  The Marriage

  Who Does Find A Capable Wife? For She Is Worth Far More Than Rubies. The Heart of Her Husband Shall Trust Her, And He Has No Lack of Gain. She Shall Do Him Good, And Not Evil, All the Days of Her Life. She Shall Seek Wool and Flax, And with Delight She Works with Her Hands. She Shall Be as The Ships of Tarshish, She Brings in Her Food from Afar.

  Proverbs 31:10-14

  Angel

  We’ve been walking along Interstate 57 for many days now. Because it was too dangerous to travel at night, Hitta always found somewhere not too far from the road to make camp. As far as I know, we were still in Illinois, but it felt as if we’ve been walking for months.

  Our number has grown tremendously; we were now over fifty strong and seemed to be growing by the day. Hitta and his men, including our oldest son were securing the area he’d chosen for us to camp tonight, making sure there were no blood fiends or stray travelers looking for trouble nearby. This they did while everybody else pitched tents and built fires so that each group could start preparing their dinner.

  The tents were truly a gift from on high and one of the many blessings the Ancient of Days has bestowed upon us. A few days ago, we came across a fallout bunker that was well-stocked with supplies, tents, food, water, weapons, ammo, medical supplies. Amazingly, that had been the second Apocalypse bunker we’ve come across since setting out on foot leaving Chicago. But sadly, like the first one, we found the owners’ dead bodies closed in with their stash.

  What is the irony? They’d managed to store enough food and water to hold them over for a while, enabling them to survive the flare, blood fiends, and the looters should they happen to cross their path only to then succumb to that strange flu that was going around. It had killed a mother and daughter who had been traveling with us last week.

  We crossed some travelers who were heading west, and they told us that they’d just buried their parents who had both succumbed to the sickness. Many of the folks in our group had wanted to stay at the bunkers we’d found, but Hitta refused, saying we will only take what we can carry but that we had to keep moving east.

  “If these walls can protect you from what’s going on out there, then why are these people dead?” he’d asked, gesturing to the owners of the bunkers. “Anybody that want to stay is more than welcome, but me and my family is continuing east.”

  I looked down at the dead bodies with a heavy heart. These poor folks were called preppers before the flare hit. I used to see TV shows and movies about them. They’d spent most of their lives prepping for the Apocalypse but had no way of preventing the plague from seeping through the cracks of their doors.

  That night as Hitta and I lay in our tent with our two youngest children asleep on either side of us, I asked him to explain further to me why he didn’t want to stay there at least until the supplies ran out.

  “Many were misled and gathered food and water to prepare for this day when the only preparedness that was required was obedience. The time has come, and all will be held accountable for their ways. There is nowhere to run…” He kissed the top of my head. “And there is nowhere to hide. We need to continue east, Teacup.” And continuing east we have.

  Every day I have to battle the fear that my three children will starve or get that strange flu that’s going around, but my husband doesn’t seem to be worried at all. He says the Heavenly Father will not let us be without and that Yah had not brought us this far to leave us now. Hitta's assurance gives me the strength to be brave when all I want to do is curl up into a ball and weep.

  Miraculously, we came across the first bunker after the few supplies we’d taken from Chicago ran out. Hitta never lets us take more than we can carry, although some of the folks with us tried to be greedy and take more anyway. Of course, their actions incurred his wrath and I don’t think they will do that again. It’s funny because I don’t know who they fear more, Hitta or the blood fiends.

  We came upon the second bunker when the supplies we’d taken from the first ran out. Do you guys think that is a
coincidence?

  I don’t, I think my husband was right and that we’re being guided by the Heavenly Father. So remember, if you find yourself making this journey, have faith. He didn’t bring you that far to leave you.

  Rubbing my hand gently over my daughter’s head that was resting on my lap, I watched as the little old Italian man who was traveling with us, stirred a pot of spaghetti over the fire he and I had built for our little area. Before the flare hit, Alessandro and his wife owned a restaurant in downtown Chicago, so he’d taken to cooking for us.

  I assured him that he didn’t have to, but he insisted, saying it was the least he could do since he was too old to fight with the warriors. Hitta had not only been kind enough to put him under his protection, but he’d also let him break bread with our family so he wouldn’t be lonely.

  Although we traveled as one big group, when we camped down for the evening, everybody still split up into smaller groups. Most wanted to be with their families and friends, struggling to hold on to the last bit of life as they remembered it.

  Unfortunately, we had a few like Alessandro, who was all alone. His wife had not survived the flare, she’d been out in their yard when it hit. We’d crossed his path on our way out of Chicago. He’d been sitting all alone in what was left of his restaurant; Hitta and Wayne had gone in to search for food to take with us. Alessandro said when he looked up and saw Hitta, he knew that the Heavenly Father had answered his prayer. Not only did he have tons of food for us, but he'd also pledged himself to be Hitta’s personal chef for saving his life.

  So many had died because they’d been outside or in their cars when the blast happened. For some reason, it had a worse effect on some structures than it had on others. It was only a blessing that when it hit, we’d been having something of a get-together at the gym and its walls had withstood the impact.

  However, the streets were full of charred vehicles and bodies that were burned past recognition. When we finally made it back to our home, it was to find it in ruins along with a few other houses on our block. But then there were some we passed that withstood the impact perfectly. It was quite confusing and none of us could figure it out. It was almost as if when the blast hit, there was some kind of shield over certain structures, protecting them.