by W. S. Greer
“You feel it, baby?” I ask, beginning to pick up speed.
“Yes, baby, I feel it. I feel all of it. It’s so good.”
I love how she sounds when she tells me how good it feels. But, I want more. I want to hear her scream for me. I want her to shout that her pussy is mine and no one else’s. I want her to know that no one will ever give it to her like I give it to her. I want to own it. I want to own her memory forever, so that she never forgets this. So, I start to thrust harder, and I can hear the sound of our pelvises smacking together and the pitch of her screams climbing.
“Yes. Fuck me, Kelvin. Just like that!” she bellows, wrapping her arms around my neck like she’s holding on for dear life. “Yes. Give it all to me, baby.”
I want to give her everything that she’s ever desired, and I feel more driven than ever. My heart pounds in my chest and my lungs feel like they’re on fire, but I want nothing more than to feel her come again. I want to make her feel how sorry I am for everything that has happened between us these past two days. She has to feel how much I love her—how much I want her, how much I need her.
“Goddamn it, it’s so fucking good!” I hear her say as her legs tighten around my waist. I hear her breathing becoming heavy again, and I’m filled with excitement that makes my cock even harder.
“You know what I want, baby. I want to feel you explode all over my cock. Come for me, Lilliana. Let me feel how wet you get for me!”
Right on cue, Lilliana takes a deep breath, and I see her neck brighten from the flush of blood coursing through her body as she lets out a window-shaking scream. Her head comes forward and she buries her face in my neck as I continue to fuck her, doing my best to lengthen her euphoria.
I focus on long, deep strokes, and before I know it, I feel the sensation of my own orgasm teasing me. I know that if I keep moving, it’s going to happen, so I try to slow down, but Lilliana knows me all too well.
“Don’t stop, Kelvin. Let me feel it. You know I want to feel it,” she says, still breathing heavily.
She knows I’m close, and just as I try to slow down, Lilliana tightens her legs around me and arches her back, and begins to thrust her hips back and forth. At first, I’m shocked at how well she’s able to move, even without her feet touching the ground. However, the perfect flow to her movements feels better than I can put into words. My body tightens all the way down to my feet and I feel my toes curl down into the carpet.
“Damn! That’s it, baby. That’s so good,” I exclaim. “You’re gonna make me come. Shit!” I’m hit with one of the strongest orgasms I have ever felt. Every muscle in my body flexes and I let out a deep roar that stings my throat. Then, my body goes limp and I finally let Lilliana’s feet touch the floor.
Both of our shirts are soaked in sweat, and I struggle to walk back over to the bed with my pants still down around my ankles. I collapse onto the bed, smiling from how good it was, and from the fact that Lilliana and I are back to normal. I hate that we had to have those two days apart, but there’s nothing better than knowing that we came out of the other end as a stronger couple.
Lilliana sits down on the bed, and then lays down next to me, resting her head on my back while I lay on my stomach. I feel her fingers slide across my back as she rubs me, and I feel like my smile has taken over my face.
“What?” she asks, smiling herself.
“What?”
“Why are you smiling like that?”
I can’t help but to let out a small chuckle. “I just missed you, that’s all.”
“I missed you too. That was a great way to make up.”
“That’s pretty much the same thing I was thinking. I don’t know if I’ve ever come that hard before.”
“You? I don’t think I have either. It was so good. I love the way we have sex.”
I laugh again. “Me too. Nobody does it better than us, babe.”
“Damn right.”
Lilliana gets up and moves up to the pillows. I pull up my pants and follow her lead, and she lays her head on my chest once I’m comfortable. I move her hair and rub her neck softly, enjoying the sensation of my skin touching hers once again.
“So,” Lilliana continues, “where do we go from here?”
“You mean with my father? Or, do you mean, where do we go from here?”
“I’m not worried about where we go from here, as long as we go there together. I think we’re on the same page again.”
“I agree.”
“Good. So, where do we go from here with your father and his drug shit?”
“I don’t even know,” I say with a sigh. “I haven’t gotten any word from them since we left the airstrip last night. I’m sure they’re still working out the details of how much is gonna go where and who’s gonna sell it. I’m not really sure what I’m gonna do about that yet. How the hell am I supposed to make a decision like this? Sell drugs or give up the penthouse. That’s a hell of an ultimatum.”
“It’s bullshit, that’s what it is. You think he’d really kick you out on the streets like that? You’re his son for goodness sake.”
“We both know my dad is a heartless asshole.”
“Yeah, I know. Be that as it may, this is taking it too far. Selling drugs isn’t something we need to be a part of.”
“I know. It’s not something I ever thought I’d ever even have to consider. This isn’t something that I’m okay with, but what if he isn’t bluffing? What if he kicks us out and cuts me off from everything?”
“What if you get caught selling heroin and get arrested? You have to think about that too.”
“I know…” I begin, but I’m interrupted by the sound of my cellphone ringing in my pocket. I pull it out and glance at the display, keeping the phone positioned so that Lilliana can read the name too. When she recognizes the name, she looks as nervous as I feel. “Looks like we’re gonna get answers sooner rather than later,” I say, then I slide my finger across the screen to answer the phone. “What’s up, Uncle Clarence?”
“Junior, we’ve got plans for tomorrow morning,” Uncle Clarence growls. “Eight o’clock, at the Red Chip warehouse. You’ll be taking on another delivery.”
“You know I just had a delivery a few days ago. There’s no way we’ve unloaded all that already.”
“I’m sure you haven’t, but we still need to put some of this new shit into your stock. We’ll probably have to keep some of it at the airstrip until it we have more room at the establishments. But we want to top off all the establishments, and then stash what we have left over. So, eight o’clock tomorrow. Okay.”
I let out a loud sigh, and then respond with an annoyed “I got it.”
“Okay. Also, your father wanted me to ask you if you’ve given any thought to what he asked you last night. You know.”
“Umm, I’ve had a lot on my mind. Been pretty busy today. So, I haven’t had a lot of time to think about it yet.”
Uncle Clarence pauses for a second, and I know he doesn’t like my answer. Neither will my father.
“I see,” he finally replies. “Well, you should know that tomorrow we’ll also be discussing your future.”
“My future? What are you talking about?”
“Your future with the family. I understand you’ve been busy today. That’s fine. However, I suggest you spend the night thinking about what it is that you want to do.”
“You’re saying I’ll have to have decided by tomorrow morning?”
“Just think about it, Junior. Either you’re in or you’re out. Either you’re a part of the Carter family, or you’re not. It isn’t complicated. So, do whatever it is that you need to do, but tomorrow, either you’re with us, or you’re not.”
“They won’t like that you’re here.”
“That’s okay. I’m not worried about what they want. We’re together, and I want to be by your side when you make your decision.”
Kelvin and I drive up to the warehouse in the Challenger with the windows rolled down. I feel the br
eeze whipping across my face, but it does little to help me calm down. It’s been a crazy few days, and now that Kelvin and I have made up, I’m standing by him as he makes a decision on whether or not he’ll sell drugs for his father and uncle. Now that I know everything, I have no place to try to tell him what to do. I’ve chosen to support whatever decision he comes up with, regardless of how it makes me feel. I know that if he does choose to sell the drugs, it’ll just be a means to an end. It’ll be temporary, and it’ll be so that we can get what we want out of this. It’s all about the Red Chip. It’s not about how this craziness makes me feel, so I’m trying to push my own feelings to the side.
I have to admit, however, that I’m definitely concerned about what Kelvin told me about the murder of that Derrick guy. I’ve only seen Kelvin emotional a couple of times, but it usually has something to do with us. I remember him being emotional when he told me that he was connected to the mob, and he thought that I was going to leave him because of it. Other than that, he does a good job of showing his manliness and keeping his emotions in check. That’s why it caught me off guard when he I saw tears rolling down his cheeks as he told me about how Clarence killed that kid in his own house. I know that Kelvin wanted to help him, and I know that it eats him up inside, probably even now as we drive towards the Red Chip warehouse. He never meant for anybody to get hurt, and he certainly never expected anybody to die. He was just trying to prove himself to his crazy ass father.
What happened to that guy wasn’t Kelvin’s fault, which I told him about a hundred times between last night and this morning. I know that if Kelvin was anything like his uncle or his father, he would’ve killed Derrick the moment he saw that he was trying to steal those drugs in the first place. His goodness is what kept him from doing that. He’s nothing like them. He’s a Carter, but he isn’t. He’s so much better than them, and now that he’s told me everything, I know just how much he needs me. He’s going through something incredibly tough, and he needs my full support and understanding. I have to admit that I’m terrified of seeing Clarence after hearing about what he did to Derrick, but I won’t let that show, or keep me from supporting Kelvin. I never want us to go through another day of not getting along ever again, so no matter what happens, I will be there for Kelvin. No matter what.
All the doors to the warehouse are closed when we pull up. I wait in the car as Kelvin gets out and knocks on the personnel door on the corner of the building. After a few seconds, the door opens and Kelvin walks in, leaving me outside by myself. I look out through the open window and see that we’re fairly secluded out here on the outskirts of the city. I always thought the warehouse was actually close the casino, but I see now that they’re very separate. The warehouse is pretty plain looking and doesn’t attract too much attention to itself, which I assume is done on purpose. The personnel door is a plain gray color, while the big warehouse doors are white with windows at the top—about fifteen feet high—to let in some sunlight, but too high for anybody to be able to see through.
As I’m looking up at the windows, the personnel door opens up again and Kelvin leans out of it, waving for me to come inside. I feel a rush of anxiety pierce through me, but I push it aside and climb out of the car.
I step over the metal threshold and see a wide open space. There really isn’t much inside the warehouse, but I can’t help but notice the gigantic eighteen wheeler parked in the middle of the room. I also recognize the beautiful Bentley that Kelvin picked me up in when we went out on our first date together, and Clarence’s black Mercedes. Senior and Clarence are standing in a circle behind the open doors of the eighteen wheeler. There are countless boxes stacked up on the floor, and I see Kelvin’s friends, Phillip and Trey, opening them up and pulling out the casino chip cases. From my numerous conversations with Kelvin, I know that the heroin is in the casino chip cases, but as I walk in, I just play dumb and keep my mouth closed. I know how intense everything is about to get.
As we drove over here, Kelvin still hadn’t decided on whether or not he was actually going to help his father sell the drugs. He said that he was still on the fence, and that he’d make a decision in the moment once we got here. So, just like Senior and Clarence, I have no idea what Kelvin is going to do. All I know is that the butterflies in my stomach are as big as bats.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting this,” I hear Senior say as Kelvin and I walk towards the group. “I’m glad that you’re here, Junior, but what is Lily doing here?”
“I don’t see what the problem is. She’s my woman. I’m not hiding anything from her. From here on out, Lilliana will know everything. I won’t hide from her,” Kelvin says confidently. He looks like a new man today. The broken man I saw yesterday and the day before is a distant memory. Just like us, he’s back to normal now.
“Well, aren’t you noble,” Senior declares with a fake smile. I can tell that he doesn’t like that I’m here, but just like Kelvin, I don’t give a shit.
“Nice to see you again, Senior,” I interrupt, displaying nothing but confidence. “You too, Clarence.”
Clarence barely even acknowledges me with a nod of his head.
“I suppose it’s nice to see you again too, Lily,” Senior says. “I’ve gotta admit that I didn’t expect to see you here, though.”
“I didn’t necessarily expect to be here either, but Kelvin and I had a long talk about everything, and I want to be here for him. I want to support him no matter what he’s doing.”
“Down ass chick. I like that,” Clarence jumps in with a grin. “Nothing better than a down ass chick. That’s hard to come by, Junior. That’s why I’m still single. You better hold on to that one.”
“I know,” Kelvin replies. “I’m never letting her get away.” He looks over and smiles at me, and I wonder how it’s possible for him to be so charming, even with so much tension in the air.
“Great. That’s all sweet and junk, but maybe we should get down to business. I’ve got shit to do, and I don’t feel like being here all day talking about how you love each other’s butts,” Senior interjects with an attitude. “As you can see, Junior, we’ve got a lot of product here. Let’s get this shit opened up. I need to see how much of it you can take.”
“We’re not gonna be able to take much of it. Like I told Uncle Clarence last night on the phone, there’s no way we’ve been able to unload that much in the few days since we got the last shipment,” Kelvin says.
“That’s what I was trying to tell them,” Phillip says, still unloading boxes from the truck. “I told them we wouldn’t be able to take much of this shit. The guys that are dealing aren’t fucking magicians, so I don’t know why they’re expecting them to magically sell all of the shit that we got last time we got a shipment. We don’t usually take this much product in such a little time.”
“And I told you not to worry about,” Clarence replies. He has a deep, grisly tone to his voice, and he already looks perturbed. “Just keep unpacking the shit. If we can’t fit it all here, you’ll put it all back in the boxes and reload it in the back of the truck.”
“The hell I will!” Phillip exclaims with an animated expression on his face. “Look, no disrespect to Mr. Carter, but I’m not reloading this shit after I just unloaded it. Especially after I told you that we wouldn’t have room for it all. If you want it put back, I suggest you use those big ass gorilla muscles and do it yourself.”
My eyes bulge at the audacity of Phillip. He’s always been outspoken, but he might be taking it a little too far for his own good. The look on Clarence’s face confirms my suspicions.
“You’ve got a big mouth,” Clarence replies. I feel heat rush through my body, accompanied by more bat-sized butterflies in my stomach.
“Hey, just roll with it, Phil,” Kelvin chimes in. “I’ll just go ahead and start filling it up, and we’ll pull more out of the truck if we need to. It doesn’t make any sense to unload everything just to put it all back.”
Phillip looks at Clarence like he wants to say so
mething else, but he just shakes his head and starts walking with Kelvin towards a little green door in the back of the warehouse. When they get to the door, Kelvin unlocks the padlock and then opens it. There’s more boxes inside of the little room that looks like it’s supposed to be a janitor’s closet. Phillip and Kelvin start pulling out the boxes, and I notice that they look extremely light, like they’re empty. Once all the boxes are pulled out, Kelvin bends over and pulls out the rug that I hadn’t noticed was on the floor. Once the rug is gone, Kelvin unlocks another door that’s in the floor, and pulls it up. I can’t see what’s down there, but I’m not dumb. I know this must be their hiding spot for all their drugs.
“Shit. I knew it,” Phillip says under his breath.
“What is it?” Senior says to Kelvin, who’s kneeling, looking down into the hole in the floor.
“We’re damn near maxed out, Dad. I can only fit another five or six keys down here. I’ve gotta be able to close the door, obviously. There just hasn’t been enough time between shipments.”
“Five or six keys, that’s it?” Senior replies, his voice increasingly aggressive.
“Yeah, that’s it. It’s too soon.”
“No, the dealers just aren’t pushing enough out, and you’re not helping them. That’s the problem.”
I hear Kelvin sigh as he closes the secret door and stands back up. I look over at Trey as he stops unloading boxes, and I can tell that even he knows things are about to get tense.
Senior walks over to one of the open boxes and opens up a few of the casino chip cases. He pulls out six bricks of heroin and drops them all on the floor in front Clarence.
“Here,” he says, looking back at Kelvin. “This should top you off completely. I except turnaround on this in a week or so.”
Kelvin scrunches his forehead as he and Phillip walk back towards the group. “Turnaround? What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about. We just had this discussion a couple of nights ago at the airstrip. I need you to start helping us push this shit.”
