Heels of Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series)

by Phoenix Rayne

  When we made it back to the truck, I wrapped up into him and kissed him slowly. Someone cleared their voice behind us, interrupting our passionate moment. There was a beautiful Native American woman with dark hair flowing down her back. She was holding up an obviously drunken, grey-headed Native American man. Beside them, a younger version of the woman and a buzzed cut Caucasian man stood next to her. Jyme sucked in a deep breath, and then he said something to them in a language I didn’t recognize. I watched his mouth, but my ears didn’t understand a word of it. He said a few more words, and then they all looked at me. He turned to me and introduced everyone to me. Brad was the Caucasian man’s name, Patty was the younger woman’s name, Jenimine Julin was the beautiful woman’s name, and Big Samson was the drunken man’s name. I shook everyone’s hand except for the drunken man. I froze after Jyme spoke his name to me.

  “This is your family?” I asked.

  “Yes.” Then he introduced me to them by my name and nothing more. Jenimine Julin looked me over and then she spoke that language again. She apologized immediately, and then she called me a good luck charm. She kissed Jyme on his check and said, “So you finally found one.”

  She turned to me and said, “Call me JJ.” The drunken man mumbled something, and then they all laughed, well everyone except for Jyme and me. They said goodbye and walked away from us. JJ called out to Jyme from a distance. “Bring her to me this weekend.” He nodded and helped me into the truck.

  Once we made it out the parking lot, I started. “Your mother and sister are so beautiful,” I stated. He said nothing in response to me. We rode in complete silence back to the condo. He pulled up-front and my heart dropped. I was hoping he would stay the night tonight. I needed him to stay with me tonight. He opened my truck door for me, and I slid out into him. I pressed all of myself onto him, melting into skin. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on my cheek.

  “You’re not coming up?” I breathed out.

  “No, not tonight.”

  I pulled back from him so I could get a better look at his face.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

  “No, not at all, my workweek starts tomorrow. We fish all day Thursday and go to the markets on the weekend,” he explained.

  My feelings were now officially hurt. I pulled away from him, and headed towards the door. He caught my arm before I reached the door. “Come here,” he breathed.

  “Look, don’t start something you’re not going to finish,” I explained.

  I left him with a double meaning and walked into the awaiting opened doors of the building. I crossed my arms and kept my head down as I passed the front desk. When I stepped into the elevator and the doors shut, the tears starting falling. He was supposed to have followed me into the elevator, and he was supposed to be rubbing and tugging at everything while I unlocked the condo door. Then, we should be peeling each other’s clothes off. Then, we should be making some hot passionate love. Instead, I was stepping out the shower pulling my bathrobe on and collapsing on the bed.

  The next two days were monstrous. D’Artagnan was acting like a wounded puppy, and I hated it. O was out sick at the office, and the temp kept calling me instead of sending all of my calls to my voicemail. Plus, I hadn’t heard from Jyme in over forty-eight hours.

  I drove to Chelle’s on Friday night so I could pack some more of my things. Ayashe was there, and we opened a bottle of wine. Chelle lit a fire since it was a little chilly outside. She served bruschetta and a chocolate cake. We sat on the floor surrounding the coffee table with dinner forks. That cake didn’t have a chance in hell.

  Chelle and her current Boo were on the outs. He lied to her about his whereabouts a few days ago. She said a friend of hers snapped pictures of him at the bar with some slut. Ayashe’s ex was tripping with the child support. She said he was determined to give her exactly what the State demanded him. He told her someone had told him that she goes out every night to the clubs on his dime. So he stopped giving her the extra money he used to. Her ex was slick though; he had four different businesses, but he was only claiming one of them to the authorities. She promised him a long time ago that she would never tell and he agreed to always take care of her. He was now going back on his word and she barely had a leg to stand on. Ayashe said she knew if she told on him now, he would just quit his jobs and then she wouldn’t get a dime from him.

  Then, I had to fill them in on my drama. They looked me over a couple of times, and then they both asked me if I had called him. I thought about it, and then I realized I hadn’t contacted him at all, not one time in the now fifty-two hours we hadn’t spoken to each other. I excused myself and went into the restroom. I dialed the now-saved number in my phone, and it rang once.

  “Cricket?”

  “Hi.”

  “I’m really sorry about the other night. I should have followed, and we should have…” he drifted off.

  “It’s okay.”

  “No, it’s not. It’s my family; they make me crazy. Can I come see you?” he asked.

  “I’m not in Seattle,” I said.

  “Where are you? I can come to you.”

  “I’m in Olympia for the night.”

  “I can come there. I don’t mind the drive,” he pleaded.

  “No, it’s kind of late.”

  “Meet me somewhere, anywhere.”

  “No, not tonight.” I said.

  “Are you getting back at me for the other night?” he asked.

  “No, not at all,” I assured him.

  “Will you come and see me tomorrow at work?”

  “Where is work?”

  “I’m working in the University District tomorrow, right next to that department store you shopped in,” he explained.

  I thought for a minute. He had said that he had business to take care of over there, and he was telling the truth. I thought he was just being facetious. “What time?”

  “Come at twelve.”

  “Alright, I’ll see tomorrow,” I said.

  “I can’t wait to kiss you,” he whispered, and there they were, the tingles.

  Ayashe and Chelle tagged along with me the next day. I insisted on them bringing a change of clothes. Being in Jyme’s presence, there was no telling where we would end up. When we got to the market, we grabbed a map from the information booth. The market was extremely crowded, and we barely made it through. We went down one row, then two rows, and then three rows. We went back to the information booth, and the two women inside asked what we were looking for. I told them Jyme’s name because he had never told me the name of his fishing company. Both of women looked at me and started laughing, asking if we had ever been there before.

  “Keep walking down this street, and trust me you can’t miss them,” the older woman said.

  We walked and walked and then walked some more until we could see a crowd of people at the end of the street. We pushed our way through, and then we could hear music and some sort of chanting. All of a sudden, there was flying fish. Fish were tossed and thrown into the air, and the crowd went berserk. We finally made it to an opening, and then I got the full effect of the show. There were nine men standing before us. Two were out front, and the other seven were behind tables under a big tent. One guy had a wireless microphone across his head, and his voice belted through the large speakers. He threw a fish at the man standing directly across from him and that man threw the fish at the first guy standing next to him behind the tables. All the while, the microphone man chanted, “If we drop it we buy it.”

  The first man threw the now clean fish to the second man. The second man then threw the now skin free fish to the third man. The third man sliced the fish right down the middle and threw that fish to the fourth man. The fourth man had a huge hatchet-like knife.

  Just then, I got a good look at him, and my heart stopped. Jyme was the fourth man with the big hatchet. He wore a white tank top with khaki carpenter shorts and sneakers. You could see his biceps and all of his arm muscles
perfectly. He looked scrumptious. All the men wore the exact same get up, but Jyme looked hella hot.

  There was a man standing right next to him, and I saw that I knew him, too. Jyme handed Kanoke the fish, and then Kanoke did something to the fish and threw it to the next man. I knew this man, too. Loon did something else to the fish as he tossed it to the last guy. All of this happened in less than thirty seconds. There was a huge digital clock hanging over the tent above them that said so. The sign over the tent read, Samson and Son. This went on for the next four or five minutes or so. I was in awe at the performance, and I couldn’t keep my eye off Jyme.

  He finally looked up when it slowed down. He searched the crowd, and then his eyes landed on mine. He gave me a big grin and started chanting something that sounded like Poke. They sung the name repeatedly throughout the crowd. All of a sudden, a man who looked identical to all of them ran from behind the tent and took Jyme’s spot. The crowd whined and shouted, NO!!!! Jyme smiled and placed both hands over his heart. The women fucking lost it then. I hate to admit it, but I was a little disappointed for his departure as well. That was until he nodded for me to follow.

  I pushed through the crowd with Chelle and Ayashe on my heels. The guy with the mic looked us over, and then Kanoke chanted something at him. He opened the small gate for us to pass through. We went around the back and a saw a mobile home stretched out, the door wide open. As we stepped up into the mobile home, the wood grain almost blinded us. The mobile home was kickass, and it had all the trimmings. Two guys dressed in the same identical gear as everyone else sat in front of a big flat screen, playing some gaming system. Ayashe called out to one of them, and he stood and walked towards her. He hugged her and nuzzled his nose into her hair. Chelle walked over to the dining area with Ayashe. I stood in the kitchen and heard, “pissst.” I turned completely around and saw a cracked door. Then, a finger beckoned me. I went to the door and was yanked in. I was pressed against a wall, and then I felt his wet skin all over me.

  Jyme had showered and was not wearing anything but a towel. His hair was wet and wild. His hands and fingers searched for any gathering of my skin.

  “I missed you, Cricket,” he growled.

  “I missed you, too.”

  Jyme licked and sucked on both of my ears, and it drove me crazy. He squeezed both cheeks of my butt. I reached under his towel. He froze and pulled back from me. He saw that look in my eyes, and I didn’t say a word. He reached over and locked the door then led me over to the bed with him. He sat down and pulled me on top of him. I could feel him straight through the thick fluffy towel.

  I bent down to kiss him, but he drew back. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered. I nodded at him, still trying to meet my lips with his. He pulled back again, and I closed my eyes, I tried to push down the heat coming from that juicy place.

  “Open your eyes and look at me,” he whispered. I obeyed, and his face was calm and soothing. He wrapped both arms around me. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he explained.

  “K,” I breathed.

  “We’re not going to do that here.”

  My mouth fell open, and I sucked in a breath.

  “We can do some things here, but not that,” he stated.

  I was still shocked; I couldn’t believe he was setting me up for failure.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. He pressed my worry line flat on my forehead. “I’m gonna hook you up,” he assured.

  “Now?”

  “Right now.”

  I wore a white, V-neck t-shirt with a pair of khakis shorts. I still had my dark denim jacket and Ugg boots on. Now, I could never ever get away with an outfit like this back home, but this was the norm here. I pulled my jacket off and let it drop to the floor. I stood up and pulled my shorts off and repositioned myself right back over him. He pulled both of my cups down from my black lacy bra. He started sucking and biting, and I bit back my moans. His hands cupped both cheeks of black lacy panties. He slipped a finger in and then another. He pushed his fingers in and out and in and out. I was going crazy straddled on top of him. He was still calm and cool, and I was loving having that shit.

  I opened his towel, and I literally had to use both hands to massage him. He closed his eyes and parted his lips a little. The more aggressive I got, the more he liked it. I licked both of my hands thoroughly, and he watched me with wide eyes. “Cricket,” he called out.

  I went right back to work on him, and he started squinting. His fingers slowed, and I started rubbing up against them myself. This was making me so hot, and I knew I only had maybe about a minute left. “Oh...Oh God,” I whispered.

  “Wait for me,” he breathed. My head was spinning, and I was feeling so light headed. I knew it was about to happen and oh my, it was going to be a good one. “I...I can’t, I can’t,” I whined.

  “Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait.” his mouth and eyes opened wide. He moved his fingers as if they were on a mission now. “Okay, come on,” he whispered.

  I dropped my forehead down onto his. We were both panting and sweating. Jyme turned my head, and now his lips were against my ear. I didn’t know what he was about to say, but his breath up against my ear was going to be the end for me.

  “Cricket,” he growled.

  “Oh God, Jyme. I’m cumming,” I whined.

  “Will you be my girlfriend?” he strained.

  I gripped him so hard and tight now; he raised us both from the bed, turned us around, and then my back pressed against the bed. He was grinding into me so hard. We couldn’t get close enough; we both tugged and pulled at each other. Both of us were so crazed and hungry for the other. We were now humping like horny teenagers. He yanked my head to the side and sucked my ear lobe, and that was it for me. He pulled back a little and started murmuring in my ear.

  “Will you be my girlfriend?”

  “Yes, oh GOD yes!” I shuddered.

  Jyme followed right behind me; he buried his head in between my breasts, and I couldn’t move. He let me shower first and then got back in. I clung to the big fluffy towel for dear life. He had entered the bathroom buck naked without a courtesy knock. I was not ready for him to see all of this yet. I slid back on my stain-free panties underneath the towel and carefully put on the rest of my attire. I had to use one of Jyme’s ponytail holders to pull my hair up. Wearing it down was no longer an option.

  I stepped out of the bedroom, and there was not a soul in the mobile home. I pulled my phone out, and I had a message from Chelle. We went to get something to eat in the market. Jyme came out of the bedroom, pulling me against him. He wore a black t-shirt and denim jeans.

  “Did you mean it?” he asked. I could taunt and play around with him, but I could tell this was not the time or place. There was something there in his eyes that warned me not to.

  “Yes.”

  Just then, someone burst through the door; one of the guys dressed identically to everyone else entered. “Man that was the easiest three hundred bucks I’ve ever made,” he explained.

  One of the two guys behind him said, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” They all froze when they saw Jyme and me standing in the kitchen. They started backing up and apologizing saying, “Sorry Lil Samson.”

  “You cool,” he answered.

  Two of the guys looked everywhere but at us, they sat down on the couch connected to the wall. The first guy that burst through the door just starred at us. He finally shifted and turned when one of the guys behind him cleared his throat. He walked over towards the fridge and pulled out a soda. There was an awkward silence in the mobile home. I gave Jyme a kiss and told him I was going to go find the girls.

  “Let me get some shoes.” He left me standing in the kitchen with the two guys watching a documentary. They both looked bored and out of place. I stepped out the mobile home and shut the door.

  As soon as I turned the corner to the side of the tent, Jyme called out to me. I spun around and ran smack into him.

  “Why did you leave?”

/>   “I just stepped out to get some air.”

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine” I answered. I pulled out my phone and texted Chelle. She told me they were on their way back. After a few silent and very awkward minutes between Jyme and I, staring at everything but each other, I saw Chelle and Ayashe walking back up to us. I started walking towards them, and Jyme pulled me back.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” I lied.

  “Did I do something?”

  “No, nothing,” I said.

  Chelle and Ayashe walked up. “Chelle, this is Jyme: Jyme, this is my bestie, Chelle.” They shook hands and then we all stood there in silence. “Well, we better go,” I said. Chelle and Ayashe looked weirdly at me, and then they turned away from Jyme and me. “Call me later?”

  Jyme shook his head slowly, and I started to walk away from him. I made it maybe two steps, and he stepped in front of me, making me stop in my tracks. The tears were just surfacing, and he knew it.

  “What the fuck did I do?” he pleaded.

  “Nothing,” I rolled my eyes.

  “You didn’t mean it.”

  “I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I asked. He nodded a slow nod, and I speed walked to catch up with Chelle and Ayashe. No one said a word until we got to the car.

  “Cricket, I’ve never seen you this emotional over a guy. What the hell happened?” Chelle asked.

  “I don’t know why I’m so emotional about him. He is just so different from anybody I’ve ever met. The way he makes me feel it scares me so much. I like him too much.” I cried.