Not Broken-The Happily Ever After

by Meka James

  She wasn’t just standing there, she and Mal appeared to be having a conversation. The look on his face made it clear it wasn’t friendly. Mal looked at Mitch, who shook his head as he drank his beer. The woman’s friend had her attention on the stage, since the first karaoke performer had started.

  “What the ever-lovin’ fuck? Is that the same skank from the bathroom?” Macy started to charge off, but I held her back. She looked at me as if I had grown a second head.

  “Can you not go over there guns blazin’?”

  “Why the hell not?”

  “Because I’m a big girl.”

  She smiled. “All right then, Sally Badass.”

  I wished I felt as confident as I sounded. My heart rate increased, and my stomach filled with anxious flutters. Not just over the idea of dealing with that woman, but also the questions in regards to Malcolm. He was talking to her. Did he know her? Had they hooked up at some point? Why hadn’t he sent her away?

  The woman’s friend hit her arm when she spotted us. Macy walked over to Mitch. He wrapped his arm around her waist when she stood between his legs. The woman turned and had a smirk on her face. I walked around the table, avoiding going past her. The house music started up again while they waited on the next karaoke participant.

  Mal slid over as I approached so that I would take the seat between him and the woman. He gave me a look that was either relief or a plea for help.

  I turned to look her directly in the eye when I spoke, and hoped that the nerves wouldn’t be revealed in my voice. “Not sure what your issue is, and I don’t really care. I’m out trying to have a good time with my man and my friends. I suggest you take your thirsty ass elsewhere, because you won’t be getting a drink here.”

  Macy choked on her laugh. “You said ‘thirsty.’ I am rubbing off on you.”

  Mitch tried but failed to contain his own laughter. “He told you to go on ‘bout your business.”

  I felt better hearing that Malcolm had told the woman to leave. Why was she so persistent in trying to pursue a man that was clearly taken?

  “Sasha, girl, let it go,” her friend said, trying to pull her away. “It’s his loss, anyway.”

  The woman, Sasha, gave me the same glare she’d given me at the bathroom. “You right. He ain’t nothing but a punk, anyway.”

  Mitch tightened his hold on Macy. He knew as well as I did, she was ready to rip Sasha a new one. Malcolm shook his head laughing, but didn’t say anything about her comment.

  “Ready to dance?”

  He nodded. Then he took my hand and led me away from the table, leaving the woman and her friend behind like an afterthought.

  The song was some fast club remix, but Mal wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close as if we were having a slow dance. My hands rested against his chest. As a barrier or as preparation to escape? I didn’t want to think the worst, but old habits were hard to break, and the what-ifs on why that woman had been so pushy ran rampant through my head.

  “How much trouble am I in?” Mal asked.

  “Do you have a reason to think you’re in trouble?”

  His arms tightened around me. “I told her I was with someone.”

  “Have you slept with her?”

  “For real? As hard as I worked to get to this point, you think I’d do that?”

  “I meant before. Before me. Us.”

  “No. She kept insisting she knew me, but I didn’t remember her at first. Remember when G came to town?”

  I nodded.

  “I played wingman for him, ‘cuz he was after her friend. The three of them did whatever at my old spot. I crashed at Macy’s.”

  I recalled the night. Macy’d complained about him showing up the day we’d gone to the zoo.

  According to Mitch, Mal had tried to send Sasha on her way, but for some reason, she wouldn’t let it go. I wanted to believe he’d not slept with her, but what woman in her right mind would boldly attempt to go after a man who was clearly out with someone else? That, coupled with the adrenaline spike still coursing through my veins, made me unable to let it go. Even though part of me was screaming to do just that.

  “That was months ago. You must have made one hell of an impression on her.”

  “What can I say? I’m a memorable guy.” The smile on his face faded when I didn’t. “Come on, are you really going to let some overly forward chick ruin our night? I didn’t even remember her name. She was forgotten the moment I dipped and went to Macy’s place.” He stopped and gave me another smile. “Actually, if you want to go defend my honor, you can. She was extremely pushy that night too, touching all up on me and shit.”

  I tried not to laugh, but he looked like a hurt puppy when he said that.

  “Oh, you think that’s funny?”

  I shook my head and tried to look serious. “No, of course not.”

  “Whateva. You don’t really care about me being treated like a piece of meat.”

  I moved my arms up so they circled his neck. “I’m sorry.” I stretched up to give him a quick kiss. He was right; I shouldn’t let that woman get to me. Malcolm hadn’t given me any reason to not trust him, so I needed to stop the guilty-until-proven-innocent behavior. “And I do care that she made you feel like a piece of meat. That’s my job.”

  His head fell back, and laughed so hard that some of the others around us looked our way. “Does that mean you’re gonna use and abuse me tonight?”

  “If you’re lucky. And if you sing.”

  “What? Come on now? How is that a condition?”

  I said two words. “Lacey, boyshorts.”

  “Where do I sign up?”

  Chapter 54

  Malcolm

  Ginger fumbled with my zipper. I held her with one arm, attempting to open the car door for her with the other. She successfully got the zipper down and quickly stuck her hand into my pants, taking hold of my cock. I grabbed her wrist and slowly pulled her hand free so I could guide her into her seat.

  “I wanna play,” she pouted.

  “And you can, just not in a parking lot.”

  When I reached across to buckle her seat belt, Ginger grabbed my head. Her fingers pulled at my dreads, and she gave me a hard kiss. After disentangling her, I closed the door, fixed my pants, and then headed around the truck. I should have cut her off sooner, but we were out, having a good time. Besides, she was only drinking wine, something I’d seen her drink before, although normally she drank white and tonight I’d picked red. And it’d only been four glasses. I hoped her reason for drinking was just for being out and not because she was still bothered by that incident with that woman.

  I opened the door to the sound of Ginger’s giggling. Sitting in my seat were her panties. I laughed as I picked them up and stuffed them into my shirt pocket. “Let’s get you home.”

  She slid her dress up, and opened her legs just a little. My eyes followed the hem of the fabric. It stopped just before revealing her bare crotch. Ginger bit down on the corner of her bottom lip then ran her tongue along the surface. She looked innocent and seductive at the same time. An act that was making it damn hard to resist the urge of pulling her to the backseat and fucking her, hard.

  “Whatcha gonna do to me when we get there?” She ran her hands up the inside of her thighs and back down again, opening her legs wider in the process.

  Groaning, I reached down to adjust my dick in a futile attempt to relieve the strain against my pants. Leaning over, I pulled her dress down. “Send you to bed so you can sleep it off.”

  Once again, her hand found its way to my dick. “But I’m not sleepy. I’m horny.”

  I eased out of the parking lot onto Piedmont Avenue. Ginger leaned over, and caught the bottom of my earlobe between her teeth. She continued stroking my hard cock.

  “I can tell, baby. I’ll take care of that when we get home. But you have to let me get us there.”

  With one finger, she slowly traced the outline
of my cock through the fabric of my jeans. “You promise?” she asked between kisses on my neck.

  It was a good thing there weren’t many drivers out. Ginger’s lips were on mine, and her tongue slid into my mouth. Keeping my eyes open and on the road above her head took enormous effort. Luckily, the kiss didn’t last long, and she returned to her seat.

  I had luck on my side, catching every light between the bar and home. She’d turned sideways, resting her back against the door. She kept opening and closing her legs teasing me, while she ran her foot across my aching cock painstakingly slow.

  The tires screeched when I slammed on brakes, barely stopping before hitting the garage wall.

  My near accident sent Ginger into a fit of giggles. “Driving while distracted is dangerous.”

  I looked over at her and laughed. I climbed out of the truck and jogged around to her side. “Well, if not for some crazed sex vixen I wouldn’t have been so distracted.” I pulled her from the car, and pinned her to the side. I pressed into her, making sure she knew exactly how distracted she’d made me during the drive.

  Our bodies close, her leg wrapped around mine, and her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me closer. Playful smile on her pouty, pink lips. I kissed her hard. Her lips parted, and she let out a soft moan. The house, mere steps away, but my aching cock couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching down, I unzipped my pants, freeing it from its confines. Our mouths continued their dance, her hands on either side of my face. She gave gentle suction on my tongue when I thrust it into her mouth. I groaned in response, nearly ready to blow my load from that alone.

  Picking her up, I positioned my dick right at her opening before pulling her down onto me. She gasped from the intrusion. I gave zero fucks about the fact the garage door remained up and the light on. I needed her now. Ginger wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck, using me as leverage to move herself along my dick. My hands gripped her ass, keeping her pinned against the car in support of my upward thrusts into her warm, slick body.

  “Oh god, yes! Harder! More. Give me more.”

  I loved that she was so vocal, it fueled me. Pushed me to pleasure her more so I could hear her moan, and beg, and scream my name.

  “You. Drive. Me. Fucking. Wild.” Each word was given with a powerful thrust.

  Ginger’s nails dug into my shoulder, and her body contracted around mine, holding my cock in a vice grip when her orgasm hit. Her head fell back against the truck. Her loud, deep moan reverberated around the garage. I pulled her downward as I thrust up one last time, letting out my own heavy grunt when I came deep within her.

  The garage light clicked off. Ginger rested her head against my shoulder, and I rested mine against the car door, both of us breathing heavily. The grip her legs had around my waist loosened, and I pulled out before lowering her to the floor. She looked up at me with a triumphant smile on her face.

  After fixing my pants, I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. She yelped in surprise and again when I hit her across her ass. On the way in, I hit the button on the wall to close the garage door.

  Inside, I sat her on the island counter. She grabbed my shirt when I tried to walk away.

  “You need some water.”

  “Nope, I jus’ need you.” Ginger wrapped her legs around my waist. “You said you’d take care of me.”

  “Isn’t that what I just did outside?”

  She ran her fingers down my chest and gave a playful pout. “Aww. For all your talk, that’s all you got?”

  I smiled and slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the dress higher. “Is that a challenge?”

  She bit down on the corner of her lip and gave a coy grin. “Maaaybe.”

  I kept my eyes on her while moving my hands higher until they reached her naked pussy. Ginger’s lips parted, and her legs relaxed, opening wider to give me access. Using my thumb, I stroked her center, taking my time. She rocked her hips forward, her head dropped back. She was fucking beautiful. Watching her enjoy the pleasure I gave her, to watch her climax, was a sight I’d never tire of. We’d come a long way from her not wanting me to touch her, to her not getting enough of my hands on her.

  Leaning forward, I placed soft kisses on her neck. Nipping and sucking on the supple flesh. Making slow circles on her clit with my thumb, I slipped two fingers inside her. I slid them in and out at a leisurely pace. Ginger rocked her hips in sync. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and a low moan escaped her lips. My other arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer. At the same time, I easily slid a third finger into her.

  Her hips moved faster. She was close. I stopped my actions and stepped away.

  “What?” she panted. “What the?” She grabbed for me, but I stepped just out of reach. “Fine. I’ll finish myself.”

  “Oh, no, you don’t.” I unbuckled my belt, pulling it off with quick ease. Taking her wrists, I secured them behind her back with it.

  “Malcolm,” she whined, drawing out the syllables of my name. “Stop being mean.” She weakly struggled against her bonds. I hadn’t secured it that tight, and with a little more effort, she’d probably get free. If that’s what she really wanted.

  “I’m not.” I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips as I reached behind her to unzip her dress. “You issued a challenge,” I said, tracing along her collarbone over to her shoulder. With an easy flick of my finger, the fabric fell from her shoulder, exposing one breast. Her harden nipple poked out from behind the black lace fabric of her bra. “I must answer that challenge.”

  I did the same thing on the other side. The top of her dress pooled at her waist. The lower half remained high around her thighs, her legs remained open, exposing her glistening pussy. I licked my lips, fighting the urge to drop to my knees for a taste. She’d come quickly, and I didn’t want that. I swallowed hard, and ignored the painful pressure of the restrictive denim against my cock.

  She looked at me, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her chest rose and fell slowly, and my eyes followed the movement of her breasts. “So, here I am. Legs spread, hands tied, yet all you’re doin’ is starin’. Not much of an answer if you ask me.”

  I laughed. Damn, my Ginger was in rare form tonight. “Haven’t you ever heard the term don’t poke the bear?”

  “Blah, blah, blah. Shouldn’t you be doing less talkin’ and more pokin’?”

  “All right, woman, you just keep hitting below the belt, don’t you?”

  Her gaze dropped to the pronounced erection in my pants. Lifting her leg, she traced the outline with her foot. “I like what’s below your belt.”

  Fuck. I made a mental note to find out the brand of wine she drank tonight and buy that shit by the caseload. Stepping closer, I pulled the straps of her bra down until her breasts spilled over the cups. I leaned down, and caught one of her nipples between my teeth. She gave a deep, throaty moan as I circled my tongue around the hard peak.

  My fingers once again found their way into her warm body while my mouth lavished attention on her breasts. Ginger arched her back, pushing her chest out, eagerly begging for more. I abandoned her nipples in favor of her mouth, kissing her hard, thrusting my tongue in. She rocked her hips faster against my probing fingers. Her head fell back, and I quickly wrapped my other arm around her waist to keep her from falling.

  “Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  Using my thumb, I put slight pressure on her stiff bud, but it was enough. Ginger screamed out when her orgasm ripped through her body. I watched, enjoying the view as the shockwaves shook her form. Watching her climax damn near made me shoot my load in my pants. She leaned forward, resting her head against my shoulder, breathing heavily. Her body shuddered when I gave another slow circle around her clit before removing my fingers. She sat up to look at me, with a pleased, relaxed expression on her beautiful face.

  I gave her a soft kiss then brought my hand up tracing her bottom lip with the fingers I’d just used to get her
off. Her tongue darted out, sliding between my fingers. Our eyes remained locked as I pushed them into her mouth. The feeling made my eyes roll. The gentle suction. The vibration of her moan. My dick twitched in my pants, recalling the feel of her mouth when it was wrapped around my cock. She was going to make me lose my shit. That innocent, coy act of hers was well rehearsed, hiding that inner freak that now was on full display.

  I pulled my fingers from her mouth. Reaching behind her, I released her hands. The first thing she did was pull at the waistband of my pants.

  “You want something?”

  She nodded. I unbuttoned my shirt while she focused on getting me out of my pants. My erection sprang free, and I stepped out of my jeans, giving them and my boxers a kick across the floor. Ginger responded by slipping off the counter and dropping to her knees in front of me. Before she could get what she was after, I pulled her back to her feet, spun her toward the island, and pulled her hips back toward me.

  Ginger let out a loud gasp when I rammed into her. My plan was to take it slow, but that was long since shot to hell. She pushed her hips back, welcoming each thrust I gave. I squeezed and kneaded the soft, meaty flesh of her ass. My cock slid in and out of her well lubricated body with ease.

  “Is. This. What. You. Want?”

  Her hand clawed at the granite counter tops. Her words were muddled, nothing more than a series of grunts and moans.

  I slowed down and gave her ass a loud smack. “I can’t hear you.”

  “Y...yes! I want it. I want it all.”

  I pulled back and thrust forward hard. I spread her ass cheeks and pressed my thumb against her puckered hole. Ginger’s legs began to shake, and her body clenched around my pounding cock.

  She banged her fist against the counter. “Sweet...Jesus...fuck...I…” Her knees buckled.

  Pulling out, I picked her up and carried her over to the couch. Ginger’s body continued to convulse. Putting her legs up on my shoulders, I pushed once again into the sweet folds of her body. My hips slammed into her. The room filled with her incoherent moans, my grunts, and the sound of flesh against flesh. Ginger’s breasts jiggled with each thrust. I leaned forward, squeezing one of the globes and pinched her nipple. She pushed back against the cushions, bracing against the impact on her body. The sound of her moans fueled me. I gave her what she asked for. I fucked her hard and fast, no holds barred.