Remember Me : Hitter Squad Series Novella

by Blue Saffire

  “Thank you,” I reply, lowering my lashes.

  “Come on, Rev. Let’s get me married before she changes her mind,” Dallas chuckles.

  I look up to see him watching me with mirth in his eyes. I can also see nervousness. Not for the first time, I feel sorry for dragging him into this. I still plan to settle that debt for him. Skull will have what’s owed him. Now, if he still wants to come for us, that’s his funeral. A year doesn’t last forever.

  Dallas

  I’m married. I keep repeating it in my head, waiting for it to become reality. The relief I see in my wife’s face is well worth it. It’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen her.

  Sure enough, as soon as we said I do, the money was wired to her account. We already have a flight booked off of this island in the morning. We decided not to stay the two nights.

  We’ll pay out the reservation to make it look like we’re here, but Anita and Norris will be on that plane headed to Columbia. No one knows the name I knew her by as a kid. Norris was the name on the passport Anita had shoved in her bag with my face on it.

  I don’t know if I should be alarmed or impressed that she was prepared with documents with my face already on them. Her thinking ahead will make moving around a hell of a lot easier.

  “Why do you keep looking at me like that,” she says softly, while looking up at me through her lashes.

  “I can’t stop thinking about that kiss,” I reply.

  I hadn’t planned to do more than peck her lips for the camera after we said I do. However, the moment my lips touched hers, sparks flew and I couldn’t help devouring her sweet mouth. It took everything in me to pull away and not mull her right there on the beach.

  “Um, hey, that was something,” she breathes, her eyes falling on my lips.

  I take a pull of my beer. We’ve been drinking in the little outdoor bar for the best part of the last two hours. A little wedding celebration of sorts.

  “I look forward to a repeat,” I say after swallowing.

  “I’ve been Mrs. Steel for almost five hours now and my husband has only kissed me once. Either I did something very wrong the first time or I’m not his type,” she says with a little sexy grin on her lips.

  I place my beer on the bar top, reaching for her with my other hand. Cupping her face with my now free hand, I tilt her head up. When I capture her lips, I feel that zing of electricity that zips through me.

  Her flavor is robust. Like aged whiskey that rolls down the throat smoothly and warms the belly. I want to drink from her lips until I’m drunk off of her essence.

  I pull her closer, until she’s standing between my legs, chest to chest with me. Her arms go around my neck, clinging to me like a man worthy of a woman like her. I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest if I don’t have more of her.

  My hands slide down to her ass and begin to knead her lush curves. I have two hands full of her globes and it feels damn good.

  “We should go to our room,” she purrs into my mouth.

  “Only if you plan to play with your pussy for me. I never did get to finish watching that show,” I rasp back.

  “Careful what you ask for. You may get more than you bargain for,” she replies.

  “I think we still have a part of this arrangement to fulfill,” I remind her. “I’m clean. If you want to wait to find out.”

  “I have the results to your last examination a month ago,” she says sheepishly.

  “I’m starting to feel at a disadvantage. You’re going to start filling in some of the gaps to level the playing field,” I grumble.

  “Stop pouting,” she chuckles. “Let’s go. I’m dripping down my thighs from that kiss.”

  “Damn,” I growl, squeezing her ass in my palms.

  Chapter 9

  Mr. and Mrs.

  Havana

  Dallas has me wrapped around his waist the moment we walk into the room. The man kisses like he can taste my soul through my lips. His tongue leaves no surface in my mouth untouched.

  I love the way his hands search my body in a possessive way. As if every curve belongs to him. It’s intoxicating. He nips at my chin, then licks from the base of my throat back to his starting point.

  I shiver in his hold. My back hits the wall beside the door. He reaches for the straps of my dress, pulling them down my shoulders and arms. Goosebumps cover my skin as his fingertips graze my flesh.

  “Dallas,” I sigh.

  “Keep calling my name like that we’re going to have a problem,” he rasps.

  “Dallas,” I say again, challenging him.

  He hisses, pushing my dress the rest of the way off my body. He pins me to the wall as he lowers to hook my legs over his shoulders. I claw at the wall behind me as he lifts me up it. His mouth covers my sex through my panties.

  I forget finding purchase behind me, locking my fingers in his hair. Dallas places one hand on the wall, while the other locks around my thigh. He sucks and licks at me until the fabric between his mouth and my center is just a wet scrap.

  His tongue hooks into my panties, pushing them aside so he can reach the dripping lips awaiting him. He uses his face to gain the access he needs, like a skilled professional pussy eater. I ride his face for every red cent he’s worth.

  I look down to watch him, my mouth hanging open as my face twists in awe. His head bobs and rolls into my core like he’s having the most passionate, intimate conversation of his life. His eyes are locked on me the entire time. The sight turns me on so much.

  “Damn, you better eat that shit,” I moan.

  He groans into me, delivering on my demand. My head falls back against the surface behind me, my eyes rolling up towards the sky. I try to climb the wall to get away. It’s too good.

  “Play with it, Kitten,” he pulls back to croon.

  “Mm,” I hum.

  Reaching between my legs, I rock my hips against his face at the same time that I play with my clit. The orgasm that rocks me almost sends me jerking from his hold. Dallas tightens his grip and lowers me down the wall.

  When his lips capture mine, my flavor assaults my mouth. I suck at his lips and tongue. I cup his face to hold him still while I clean his face of my essence.

  I hear and feel as he frees himself of his pants, shoving them down his waist. He reaches to tear out the crotch of my panties. His thumb finds my nub, while two of his other fingers probe my center. He pumps those fingers in and out of me.

  “Please,” I plea.

  “Been wanting you long enough. Time to put us both out of our misery,” he grunts before aligning himself and driving home.

  He stills and releases a loud groan. His cheeks redden, a vein pops in the side of his neck. My fingers tremble as I reach for his shoulders to steady myself. I’ve never been so full.

  Dallas is reaching places that have never been touched. It’s right on the edge of pain and pleasure. I bite my lip and look into his eyes.

  His palms reach to squeeze my ass, starting to guide me up and down his length. We moan in unison, curses ripping from his lips. I clench around him and his head falls back.

  Dallas sets a punishing pace, only to slow down for long drawn out tortuous strokes. If a man could talk with his dick, this man would have perfected the art. His eyes seem to punctuate each stroke with a message.

  I watch his eyes as I feel him lay claim to my pussy. I have no question as to who’s owning my body stroke for stroke, pound for pound. Trust, I know who’s it is. The question is written on his face as he lifts a brow at me.

  “Yes, Dallas,” I cry.

  “Damn, you’re so wet,” he grunts. “Pussy this tight is a sin, baby. I’m going to need a whole lot of saving after this.”

  He’s one to talk. I’m sure I’m losing my sanity with each stroke of that fat beast between his legs. His fine ass has me drooling, literally. I reach to wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, but he stops me. Leaning in, he licks my face where the drool is running.

  “Ain’t
never had pussy this good. You’ve got me doing stupid shit,” he breathes against the corner of my mouth.

  Burying his face into my neck he bites me. I yelp and come all over him. A rumbling sound comes from his chest. He pulls me from the wall. I cling to his shoulders as I convulse on his rod.

  My back hits the bed with a bounce. He reaches behind me to release my bra. My breasts jiggle free. His head dips so that he can latch onto my nipple. My toes curl from the strong pulling and sucking he places on my peak.

  He starts to rock inside of me again and I can feel the buildup roaring to life once more. I rock my hips with his, determined to ride it out with him. My breast pops free from his lips. He shifts to lift my legs to his shoulders, planting his palms on the mattress.

  At this angle he starts to slide in deeper connecting with an entirely new spot. I can’t help screaming my head off. It’s so good. I reach for his hands, digging my nails into the top of his skin.

  “Tell me what you like,” he commands.

  “I want you to hit it from the back and I don’t mean my pussy,” I pant.

  Dallas

  This woman is going to slay me. I’ve heard shit talking about black girls being less willing to take it in the ass. Of all of my white girl friends only two were brave enough to try me there.

  Hearing Anita request me there has my balls so tight I think they might explode. I hate stereotypes. They’ll keep you from some of the greatest experience of your life. This is one experience I’ll never forget.

  I’ve never had a pussy that sucked me in like a trap door with no release. The more I pound the more she squeezes and I can’t get enough of it. I can feel the tingling in my toes.

  As her words sink in, turning me on to the point of losing what mind I have left, I pull out. I get ready to flip her onto all fours, but she moves faster, knocking me back onto my heels. I watch as those sexy lips wrap around me.

  I love a woman that enjoys the taste of her own cream. I watch as she sucks me dry, then soaks my cock all over again. A nasty girl after my own heart. My hips pump to assist her in her gifted snatching of my soul.

  My hands grip the sheet as a low rumble rises from deep within my chest. I reach to massage her back as she works us both into a state of euphoria. Her enthusiasm for giving head is reward worthy.

  I want to come, but not in her mouth. Reaching for her shoulders I interrupt the best blowjob of my life. Cupping her jaw, I meet her half way to take her lips. I kiss her hard, demanding more of her sweet mouth.

  Breaking the kiss, I shift to reposition her on all fours. I dive at her ass, taking a bite. She moans and wiggles her cheeks in my face. I give one a hard slap.

  “Dallas,” she purrs my name in that sexy voice.

  Spreading her cheeks for my view, I bite my lip shaking my head. What a beautiful sight. I dip to taste her again. She’s so sweet and juicy. I lick her from front to back, lingering when I get to her puckered hole. I start to feast there preparing her to receive me.

  “Please,” she pleas.

  “You’ll get it soon enough,” I chuckle.

  I lift to shift behind her, sliding into that wet, tight, warm goodness again. My pelvis slaps against her lush round ass as I drill into her. It hits me that I’m fucking my wife.

  The woman beneath me that’s allowing me to have my way with her body—while enjoying the best sex of my life—is my wife. This gorgeous full figured, smart and lethal woman is mine. Maybe not in the conventional way, but at this point I don’t give a shit. She belongs to me.

  The need to claim and possess all of her fills me. My thumb becomes intrusive at her forbidden hole. I prime her for the real thing. My own breathing increasing with the anticipation of it all.

  When I feel her come all over me once more, I know it’s time to set claim to the only part of her I haven’t been in. I pull out and align with her tight ring. I spit on my cock, rubbing the tip against her.

  When I start to ease my way in, her sweet whimpers are like music to my ears. I want more, more of her, more of her cries for me. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I have no idea how I’m ever supposed to give her up after this.

  After a few easy, shallow strokes, I find myself seated to the hilt. My neck tenses and my toes dig into the bed. I bend my head to lick up her back and nip her shoulder. When I start to plow into her, we both go insane.

  “Fuck,” I hiss. “This ass. Damn, come for me. I’m not going to last.”

  “Harder, Dallas. I can handle it,” she cries out.

  I give her what she asks for and we both rocket across the finish line. I come so hard I feel it in my brain. I blink the spots away as I collapse over her.

  “Now, that’s how you consummate a marriage,” she giggles.

  “Damn, right,” I murmur.

  Chapter 10

  Remember Me

  Dallas

  “You were so tiny, but you were bossy even back then,” I chuckle.

  “Me, bossy?” she gasps. “You told me I was going to be your friend that first day.”

  “I was stating a fact. After you called those kids out for making fun of me, I knew we’d be friends,” I shrug and begin to rub my hand up and down her back.

  “I only told him the truth. How could he keep calling you dirty and stupid when he had on dirty holey clothes and he couldn’t spell idiot? He had no right calling you one,” she says of the memory.

  “You were the only one to ever stand up for me,” I muse.

  “You were a sweet boy. You were the only one that would play with me without picking on me,” she shrugs, turning her face up to look at me. “I guess we were a pair.”

  I search her eyes, getting lost in their depths. Her words strike a chord inside me. I’ve always gone through life feeling and thinking I was alone. I like the sound of being a pair with her.

  I lift up to dip my head to capture her swollen lips. I don’t think I’ll get my fill of this woman. We’ve spent most of the night burning up these sheets and here I am hard as a rock wanting more of her.

  “I want you, but we better get ready to catch our flight. We can sleep on the plane,” I say against her lips.

  She releases a loud groan, rolling off of my chest on to her back. I chuckle following her, instead of getting up to get ready. I can’t help being close to her. I reach for her thigh, pulling it over my hip.

  “You remember so much about us, but you don’t remember your family or that night?” I ask the question that’s been rattling in my brain.

  “Yeah. Augustine said I hit my head pretty bad. I was lucky he found me when he did,” she says.

  “But you remember me?”

  “Yeah, I don’t know. I always had memories of you. I think it was a happy time for me. I started to remember more once I found out who you were,” she replies thoughtfully.

  “I’m glad you remembered me. I might be somewhere with a bullet in my head if you hadn’t,” I blurt out.

  “You’re debt is paid. You don’t owe Skull a thing. I had the lawyer take care of it. Doesn’t mean trouble isn’t still coming for us. You’re just square on what you owe,” she informs me.

  “Thanks,” I nod.

  She gives a warm smile. It lights up her pretty brown eyes and places a glow on her brown cheeks. I reach to run my thumb across her full lips, wishing I could bottle that smile to carry with me through my life.

  I wouldn’t dare dream that any of this will last past a year or the time it takes to get us out of danger. I’m still in awe of her allowing me inside of her. I feel like I’ve touched the edge of heaven and now they’re coming for me to claim the price of my transgression.

  “I paid off your student balance as well. When we get back, you’ll have your degree waiting for you.”

  I focus in on her words and her eyes. I have to swallow down the lump in my throat. I worked so hard to get that degree. I’d been damn proud to make it to the end. When I was told I had to pay five thousand dollars before I could gradu
ate and get my degree in hand, I felt like I was being laughed at for trying.

  It was the beginning of it all being taken from me. I try to find the words to thank her, but they don’t come. She’ll never know what this means to me.

  “You did the work. The money was a small thing compared to that,” she says as if reading my thoughts.

  I take her lips in a passionate kiss, allowing my tongue to say what my mind won’t allow me to formulate into words. We’ll get ready, it will just be in a little while. First, I need my wife to feel me.

  Chapter 11

  Answers

  Havana

  “Havana, where are you?” Aisha rushes into the phone.

  “I can’t tell you that. I don’t know who I can trust. Did you get the money I sent?”

  “Yes, but we’re all worried about you,” she says.

  “I’m sure. I need answers. You’re the only one I told about the money and what Augustine did. How do I know you didn’t set this all up?” I accuse.

  “You can’t be serious,” Aisha gasps. “I would never put you in danger. And there’s something you should know. Will, Rich, Tristan, Bastian and Theo all already know. Apparently, Augustine made sure they knew as well.

  “They’ve been waiting for you to tell them. I know there’s more you’re all not telling me, but I find it odd that they knew. Why wouldn’t Augustine tell me or the others?” Aisha’s words are filled with hurt.

  I believe her. Aisha wouldn’t benefit from getting rid of me. Augustine made it clear that the others needed me to get the money. Aisha has as much to lose as the rest of us. If I die the money is gone. It was in the rules.

  Which has my thoughts racing. If Will, Rich, Tristan, Bastian, and Theo know everything, then they would be fools to want me dead. Something isn’t adding up.