by Turner, Xyla
Shiz
Addy was still laughing at me, the situation or whatever she found funny. I didn’t ask. However, that laughter dropped completely when Uno came into the shop.
“May I help you?” she said with a straight face.
“Yes, I’m here to see Shiz,” he said in that proper way of his.
“Shiz,” Addy called even though I was standing at my normal post and could see the both of them.
Rounding the booth, I came towards the two of them and said, “Addy, this is one of my Guardian brothers, Uno.”
She eyed him up and down before saying, “He’s a biker?”
“Well, technically no. However, you don’t need to be a biker in order to be a Guardian,” Uno informed her.
She looked at me and said, “Really?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s our thing. We want people in all professions to be in our group. Uno, here, is an accountant. Has been with us for years. He’s a brother. Trust him with my life.”
Addy looked impressed, when her eyes turned back to him. Then the gleam twinkled in those green eyes.
“So is your wife okay with you being in a biker club and you’re not a biker?” she asked.
Uno smiled at her, adoringly and replied, “There is no wife in the picture yet. However, I would hope that she understood that I want to help people and if I can use my skills or career to do so, then my ideal wife would love that about me.”
Addy looked at me as if the man was a unicorn. With a, do you believe this guy, expression. I nodded because I did know Uno.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind you being in a biker club,” she smirked. “So you’re single, huh?”
He smiled, looked at me and nodded, “Yes, yes I am single. Are you?”
“I sure am, Guardian.” Addy made her black lips pop.
“Would you care to go out with me tonight? I know a great steak place near Lancaster. Not a chain, but equally as nice. I’d like to pick you up, if that’s okay.” Uno forged on.
Addy looked again as if she was in disbelief before nodding like a classic girl.
“Yes, I’d like that Uno,” she answered. “Wait, why is your name Uno?”
He laughed and said, “I’m an accountant, so I deal with real numbers and that starts at one.”
Addy blinked, then mused, “Well, okay then.”
“Please take my number so we can connect.” Uno was sealing the deal. “What time do you get off?”
On that note, I gave them their privacy, so they could coordinate their schedules. Partly relieved that they both hit it off and also happy that Uno could have his magic too. Addy was good people and always came off as weird, but the right one would recognize a jewel.
Hell, that sounded like something Razor or one of my love sap brothers would say. They were all bitten by Cupid and willed it on me. I’d been fighting them and it until her. I swear besides her grabbing my bike and crushing it like a rodent, she nabbed my heart too and I prayed she wouldn’t break it.
I had one more client, who wanted a tat of a piece of flash that they picked out earlier in the week.
Newbies weren’t my specialty due to the patience it required to calm them down, they’re not familiar with the needle on their skin, and the scabbing that will come later. It requires a lot of the hand-holding and the only hand I wanted to hold was at home waiting for me.
Once I finished her, cleaned the arm and gave her care instructions for the new tat, I nearly flew out of that shop. Addy knew what to do and with Zero and Meg being on duty, the shop was in good hands. Running home to shower and groom myself for what I knew was to come had me on fucking edge. I never groomed because of someone else before. Nobody impressed me enough to make an effort and here, the woman already had me on a leash. Zooming to her place, I texted her and shared that we were going out to eat for dinner, so she should dress accordingly. When I arrived, she met me at the door with a bright yellow dressed that made the colors in her warm brown skin brighten.
It was pure perfection.
She was beautiful, and I dared not climb those steps because we would not make dinner.
It was important that she knew I wanted to do something besides have sex. Hell, I wanted that because it was included with the package that belonged to having her.
“Hey there,” she took one step out of the doorway. “You changed.”
My head nodded as my eyes squinted to see her with the sun settling on the east.
“Yeah, wanted to take you out.” I nodded. “You’re beautiful. Ready?”
The smile that spread across her face made me pause at the bottom of her steps. If I went up there, it was no telling if either of us would leave for a couple of days. At the minimum.
“Yes, one second,” she said before disappearing into the house and returning with a small purse in her hand. “Ready now.”
Avery took each step down carefully because of the three-inch strappy sandals that made me want to take each of them off so I could suck on those yellow painted toes that matched her outfit. Hell, I’ve never even thought about sucking a toe, but I would suck anything on her body. When she reached the bottom, I held out my arm and she laced her fingers with mine.
“Where are we headed?” She asked.
“Going to Mika’s Seafood. Over in Lancaster,” I answered.
She nodded and we rode almost in silence until halfway there, Avery said, “Shiz, I didn’t know you owned a shop. That’s really awesome. Like, you’re further along than any twenty-eight-year-old I know. Own multiple homes, have your own shop. I’m just impressed.”
The left side of my mouth rose up in a smirk but I didn’t look at her, just answered, “Thanks. Means something that you feel that way. It’s the club mostly. It was Razor’s vision. He wanted us to be able to not only be Guardians and guard, but sustain ourselves comfortably and legally. We have a lot of ventures but he’s all about entrepreneurship and even mentioned something about expanding. So I’ll have more shops.”
“Wow,” Avery said with awe. “That’s a great club to be in. I wish women could join. You know, maybe we ladies can start our own club. The female guardians. Ohhhh! No, the Lady Guardians.”
I outright laughed because the reality was, they sort of already had their own thing going in a club-like way. It didn’t sound like a bad idea.
“Might be on to something,” I replied. “I’m sure the ladies might be all over that.”
“Speaking of clubs, I was thinking of joining those self-defense classes at Bronx’s gym, RIGOR.” She threw her left fist out in a jab while making what I assumed was a punching grunt. “I think I can do it.”
“Somebody after you?” I asked with a laugh because the woman was seriously silly.
She turned towards me and said in a low voice, “Not yet. Cause after I get finished with…”
The car rolled to a stop, causing her to cease speaking.
“Oh my God, Shiz.” Avery gasped. “This place is so nice.”
A smile was on my face, I knew and couldn’t really help it. She brought that out in me, smiling and laughing and not at anyone else’s expense except she was fucking hilarious.
“Come on,” I said as I opened my door.
We entered the seafood restaurant and sat in a booth sharing childhood memories. The club and how I came to join. I shared about my brothers and the mission. Avery told me about growing up with her family, what she wanted to do, and how she planned to get there. She asked about different people she’s met in the club or even affiliated. I caught her up on the various stories of my brothers and her new sister group. Then I took her back to my place, which was only thirty minutes away from the restaurant.
“Had this all planned out, huh?” she teased when we walked into the three-bedroom house.
“That bother you?” I ask, while locking the door.
“No,” she said and made herself at home. “Wow, Shiz. You have some awesome taste.”
Her eyes feasted on an image above the side table
in the foyer. I did not share that I created it but murmured, “Thanks.”
“You don’t like compliments, do you?” She turned towards me. “You just act like I said the sky is blue or something.”
There were a number of snarky things I could have said, but now that she was in my house, in my space, I felt like an unleashed animal. As if I was free to go out into the wild but was never taught how to be civil. Pushing her up against the wall would probably scare her. Turning her over my knee and spanking her ass until I saw the reddish tone would probably get me slapped again. Therefore, I moved towards the kitchen and breathed the best I could, in what seemed like stifling air.
“Shiz,” she called and followed me. “Is everything alright? Did I say something?”
Fuck.
“No um, just feeling kind of off, that’s it,” I shared while opening a beer and getting her a bottle of water, which seemed to be what she wanted at the restaurant.
“I can leave, if you want. Uber is pretty close to this area,” she offered and went for her phone.
Dammit.
Taking a quick swig, I went to her and said, “No need.”
I took her hand and moved her towards the couch so we could sit.
“I’m not used to this,” I confessed. “The whole date thing and you’re this gorgeous creature that I’m a little scared of because I don’t want to mishandle you. Yet, I want to devour you and I’m feeling a bit on edge. Don’t want to scare you, sweetheart but that’s just the honest truth.”
I took another long pull from the can and put it down on the magazine table. With certainty, I knew she had already pressed the button for the Uber ride. However, when I looked up, the phone was in her purse, on the couch. Her face was unreadable but the glint in her eyes seemed a little mischievous.
Avery stood up and I swear I was ready to tackle her and make her stay. Then she did the most unexpected thing and the beast growled within me.
The woman walked back towards my stairs, while bending down to flip the dress over her head and cast it aside on the banister. There she stood in a camisole type shirt and a thong, showing off her short curvy body, beautiful round ass and those legs that were encased with straps on a heel. My cock came to life within seconds and that was when I realized, she was teasing me. Testing me. Wanted me.
“You don’t scare me, Shiz,” Avery said before turning around and walking up the steps.
In the motion, she tore off that little excuse for a shirt and threw it, which was my breaking point. Fuck the lights, shutting the house down, the beer or the stain it was bound to make on my table. I was on the move, three stairs at a time until I had her against the wall with her face pressing against the drywall in the hallway.
“You like teasing me, don’t you?” I breathed in her ear with my arm wrapped around her chest. “Like making me into a madman, huh?”
“Yes,” she exhaled.
“Averyyy,” I groaned as I pressed my cock into her back.
Her butt backed up into me because she was asking for this. Allowing my hands to roam over her creamy skin was unleashing the beast within me. She needed gentle and someone under control. I was neither.
“Shizz,” she moaned. “I promise not to bite too hard.”
Holy fuck.
Enough.
Tossing her around and throwing her over my shoulder was not done in the gentlest way but I was beyond niceties. Kicking my bedroom door open, I threw her on it and as soon as she landed with a couple of bounces, I was on top of her, caging her in. My mouth was on hers, those hands were all over me and I was grinding my cock into her wet thong-covered heat.
When I came up for air, I said through gritted teeth, “Bite, hit, nip, smack, or slap as hard as you want.” I nipped her lip. “I like it rough.”
Her fingers combed through my hair, right about my ears while she said in a low voice, “Good to know.”
Ripping off my shirt, pulling my jeans down and grabbing for the condoms, was a Sonic the hedgehog move. Then I slowed down to kiss and slap each of those perky nipples until they stayed at attention for me. Swollen from my bites and abused from each touch of my hand. Then I spread those short legs as far as they could go, ripped her thong off and latched my mouth on her glistening, pink pearl. It was just sitting there, wet and hiding behind her hood. With plump lips encasing my treasure, I continued to suck and inserted two fingers inside of her wet heat.
Damn, she was tight.
Avery’s hands curled into my hair as her body began to move up and down, chasing her release. I would deny it, like she had been teasing me but it would happen only when I allowed it. Oh, my sweet girl didn’t like that.
“Fuck,” she whined. “Why’d you stop?”
With her legs wide open and he swollen pearl more prominent in between her legs, I smacked her pussy with four fingers and Avery fell apart as I rubbed it sideways.
“Oh my Godddd,” she said while coming. “Ahhhh.”
All I could do was smile and watch my hellion fall under. Sliding on the condom, I began to work my cock in her tight heat, but the woman was literally virgin tight.
“Fuck, Avery,” I groaned.
Her hands circled around my neck, pulling me down to her and whispered in my ear, “You’re my first. You can have it, Shiz.”
Oh hell.
Fuck me.
The beast did not unleash but went back into its cage. As I started to disengage, Avery pulled me back.
“No, no. I want this.” She was pleading.
“Avery,” I murmured as I shook my head and tried to pull back more. “Why are you just telling me?”
Having to use special maneuvers to get away from her hold, I fell down on the bed to face her. Her eyes were bright with confusion and unanswered questions, but that bit of information took me for a loop. Avery West of the Westonians was a virgin and she wanted me to claim it.
Fuck.
Man.
I wasn’t too sure about that shit.
At all.
“Why’d you stop?” she asked. “Why is that different?”
“You’re a virgin,” I spit out. “That’s serious shit Avery. Not to be played with. That will impact your whole life and not something you can just give back. It’s fucking serious.”
She jumped up, nabbing the sheet so it covered her and yelled back, “You don’t have to tell me, Shiz. I know.”
Then she jumped from the bed and marched out of the room. Disposing of the condom and throwing on some boxers, I went after her to find her on the phone with the dress on.
Oh no.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped.
“Going home.”
“Nope,” I said and snatched the phone from her. “You don’t get to leave, sweetheart. We talk about this like adults but you’re staying here tonight and you’re staying in my bed, even if I got to make you.”
She took one step towards me and I knew, I was one smack away from flipping her over my knee.
“You don’t tell me what I can and cannot do, I’ve already explained this to you before, but my father lives in Mt. Pleasant and he don’t even tell me what to do. Therefore, the man who won’t take my virginity, you really don’t.” She was looking up at me with steely determined eyes but beyond that, there was hurt.
I dipped down and kissed her lips.
“You think I don’t want to be the first?” I whispered against her lips. “Woman, you’d make my life. I just want you to be sure. Stay. Okay? Stay, give it the night to think about it and then we talk.”
I kissed her again and I could feel my cock come alive but I kept taking whatever she’d give me. Leading her back upstairs, I pulled her under the covers and got in behind her.
“Get some rest and tomorrow we talk,” I said to her.
“Mmmhmm,” she agreed and soon after fell asleep.
I prayed by the morning, I could make my own decision if I was going to pursue things with her. Shit, I don’t even know why I stopped
. She was fucking with me on so many levels, I wasn’t able to think straight, act right or anything. I needed to talk to someone. Why the hell would her being a virgin deflate everything. Literally.
I was a head case.
Over a girl.
Fuck, I was turning into my brothers.
The Guardians.
* * *
The next morning, things were no clearer, but I wanted to see where Avery was in her own mind about everything. If she wanted to, I’d push it off and if she didn’t then what did that mean. I wasn’t willing to let her go but I …fuck.
My hand landed on something soft but it wasn’t warm and it wasn’t Avery.
Pressing harder, I felt nothing but cushion causing me to turn back the covers and see a pillow. The sweet aroma of coffee filled the room, which brought a semblance of comfort that maybe she didn’t bail.
The kitchen light was on but there was coffee and the faint smell of bacon that lingered in the air. On the counter was a cardboard note over a plate that read,
Morning, your breakfast is in the microwave.
Thanks for everything.
Avery West
Why that pissed me right the hell off, only someone smarter than me could know what the fuck it was. A dismissal. She wasn’t in the house, she had left in the middle of the goddamn night.
She’d bailed.
Goddammit.
Chapter Nine
Avery West
Before I was anything, I was a woman. More importantly, I was a West woman and there was a damn good reason I was a virgin because of my West status. Meaning, Lenora West did not play when it came to education about one’s body, emotions and sex. Just like she wanted us to know about race relations on another level, she also wanted me to know about women relations and my responsibility to myself above anyone else.
A man unsure of what to do with a woman like me, was not worth giving it up to. It didn’t take a genius to know that Shiz was familiar with the ladies. They eyed him all the time and those looks were of longing and knowing. He didn’t return them when he was with me but I saw it.
Yesterday was amazing as we learned more about each other but the mere look in that man’s face when I shared my virgin status. He was scared, panicked even. He didn’t want a relationship or commitment.
