by T. L Smith
“He’s going to ask me to marry him. What do I say?” She finishes, pulling her dress back down.
“You love him, don’t you?” She nods her head. “Well, I’d think yes would be the easy answer, wouldn’t it? Unless there’s a reason you want to say no?”
She shakes her head then stops. “It’s too early. It’s bound to break.”
It is, but who am I to tell her that.
“Why do you think he’s going to ask you?”
She starts washing her hands and I look to the door which is slightly ajar seeing Creed standing outside waiting for me.
“Because he has a box in his pocket.”
Kissing her cheek, I hug her. Walking out the door, Creed looks me up and down as I walk straight to him. I don’t think as I reach him. It just happens. My hands circle around his neck and my lips connect with him, fast, passionate and intoxicating. He tastes of him, clean with a hint of peppermint. His hands instantly search my body until they come to land on my ass, gripping it, and holding me to him as he keeps his back against the wall.
Our kiss eventually breaks apart, and we both end up panting, but our bodies don’t leave each other. I needed that, needed what he can give me.
“I’m taking you with me.”
I can only nod at his words. He gets out his cell and starts typing something as he walks out the front to his waiting car. “Falcon will collect your things.” He slides in and starts driving.
“Not your place.” He looks to me then nods his head. I can’t go back there just yet. What if he disappeared on me again and I found him the same way I did last time? This time I know I’d run away and not come back. So instead, I keep that thought at bay as he drives to my apartment.
His hands are all over me before I can even open my door, exploring each and every part of me. His mouth spreads kisses over my neck as his hands hold me to him as we walk backward through the door and to my room stripping all our clothes off as we go. He pushes me until my back slams on the bed, and he leans down covering me with his body.
“I’ve missed you, Elicea.”
Closing my eyes for a brief second, I try not to climb him at those words, and the way he says them. But my heart melts. Also, I didn’t think he could miss me. I assumed I was just another girl to him. Maybe I was wrong. His hands glide over my hips and to my bare legs as he then brings them between. When he gets to my inner knee, he pulls them apart separating them, as he leans down kissing my clit then twirls it with his tongue. His tongue dances with my clitoris until I’m grinding on his face. One finger in and I’m moving even faster as his hand keeps my knee in place so I don’t clutch his head with my knees. He flicks me, and the warmth of his tongue mixed with the pressure of his finger and the coldness of the room builds and builds, so I can’t hold a second longer.
My hands reach for his perfect fucking hair, and I grip it as I clench around his finger. My body starts shaking and I begin riding a wave I’ve only ridden when he touches me. Before I can come down he’s there, between my legs, lifting them over his shoulders as my ass lifts so he can slide in. It’s fast and hard, and everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything he can give me. He slides in and out as I start to come down. My legs go softer instead of locked and my hands stop clenching the bed sheets.
His hands reach down and grab my breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers then reaches up to my mouth. He slips his finger into my mouth and I suck it. I can taste myself on it as he fucks me harder. He grips my hips harder, his movements more feverish and strong. It doesn’t take long until I’m coming again, and this time we climax together.
He rests his head on me, his eyes searching mine for something I’m not sure of. I don’t think I even have the answers to what he wants, but I hope he doesn’t find them. I’m too afraid.
23
Creed
She pushes me off her, her bare feet hitting the cold floor, and I watch as she runs to the toilet, dropping down before she starts throwing up. Following her, I pull her hair back as she continues.
“I didn’t see you drink anything.”
She shakes her head as she stops, drops to the floor hugging the bowl as she reaches for a towel, wiping her face.
“I’ve just been sick. Upset stomach.”
Walking away, I go to her fridge to get her a glass of water, and when I come back she’s brushing her teeth as she looks at me. “You need to put some clothes on.” She looks away, rinsing out her mouth as she mutters, “Said no girl ever.”
Making me smile, I like to know the effect I have on her. That I make her as crazy as she makes me, and that’s totally batshit fucking crazy.
“As long as you don’t put on any clothes.”
She reaches for the glass I have in my hand as her eyes roam me. “You’re saying for you to put on clothes, I have to stay naked?”
I nod my head, giving her the same body assessment she just gave me. When I reach her eyes she’s watching me, smirking. “I’ve missed you, too, Creed.”
Stepping forward, I pick her up so her legs wrap around my waist. She brushes her lips over mine, kissing me as I walk her to the bed laying her down and climbing in next to her. She curls herself into me, and I can do nothing but stay perfectly still as her breathing starts to even out and she falls asleep.
Looking over her shoulder on her bedside there’s a picture, the same one that’s behind her television. Her brother stands there in the shirt she usually has on, smiling at the person taking the picture. Looking back to her, I brush her dark curly hair from her face, kiss her lips and close my eyes.
And hope when I wake up, I’ll be back in heaven instead of hell.
My eyes open, feeling like they’re being pulled open and it’s too early for me to wake up. But when I do, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve had in a very long time. Elicea’s sitting on me, smiling at me.
“I’ve been sitting on you for five minutes, are you always this heavy of a sleeper?”
“I hardly sleep,” I moan pulling her down to me. She giggles as she falls on me then kisses my chest.
“I sleep too much, but I love it.” Her breathing evens out as we stay in the same position, my eyes close and I know I’m about to fall asleep again until she speaks. Her hair in my face, her body now stiff.
“Would it have ever worked?” she asks.
I’m not sure if she is asking herself or me. But I answer her anyway, “Yes.”
She turns to face me, I stroke her hair to keep it out of her eyes. It’s wild and curly and a bit damp, she must have showered.
“Why do you believe that? We come from different worlds. Yours is awfully black, and I struggle to see any light in it.” I know she’s referring to what I do, but that’s who I am, it’s how my business has become so big. If I didn’t do it someone else would have to, and some people just aren’t cut out for that kind of work.
“Because not once have I felt for another human what I feel for you.”
“We’ve gotta go slow this time. Very slow.”
Slow? I don’t even know the meaning.
I don’t answer her.
She sits up and looks down at me, her hands touching my chest as she drags them down. “I’m amazed at your body, were you born this way?”
Reaching behind her, I grab her ass hard, bringing her forward so she falls into me and I kiss her lips. She giggles into my mouth then slides her tongue in. She only has on a shirt, the same shirt she always wears. As she sits up, I tear it off her head then come back down, connecting our lips once again, like it’s the only way we can breathe.
She starts grinding on me, back and forth, and I feel her wetness on my cock. She smiles as she moves and bites my lip, hard.
“Did you have a good birthday?” I ask. As she lifts her lips from mine, I reach between us so I can finger her clit. She moans and nods. Then I stop. “Answer me with words.”
“Yes, yes,” she screams as I move. She pulls backward as my hand drops to my cock while she lifts and
I position myself right at her entrance. Her smile is tauntingly gorgeous as she slowly lowers herself onto me, unhurried and steady. So slow I’m about to lose patience until I lift my hips up, taking her and making my name leave her lips in a gasp. She stops and so do I until she catches her breath. When she does, I grip her hips so I can take the control back.
“What was your favorite part?” I ask her. She looks down at me as if wanting to know is strange. She attempts to move her hips to distract me, and usually, that would work, but I really do want to know what her favorite part is so I can make it even better next time. She growls loudly when she realizes I won’t let her move.
“Answer me.”
She looks down at me. “It’s the kiss, it’s always the kiss.”
My hands let go of her waist and reach for her face. She comes willingly as I kiss her lips. She starts moving her hips as our lips connect, her breathing becoming heavier, her movements speedier. She breaks away, her hands going to my chest as she uses me for leverage to move even faster. Gripping her ass, I pull her back and forth helping her move even quicker. It’s my favorite position because I get to see her come undone. The way she moves, to the slight dip of her mouth when she parts her lips, and as she starts to reach her spot makes me almost come undone. She tightens around me but I don’t want her to come yet. I want to drag it out so I can have all of her at once.
Her nails dig into my chest and I know she’s close. Lifting her, I spin, dropping her back to the bed and staying in her as I’m now on top. Her legs lift up and remain wrapped around my waist as she waits for me to move. I see a slight disappointment in her eyes. Reaching up, I brush her lips with my fingers then move, my hips thrusting into her, taking it at my own pace, slow and steady and building her up. She tries to get me to move faster, and harder. But it’s the moments we miss when we go fast that sometimes you have to slow things down for. Like the way her hair falls in her face, sticking to her lip as she nears her orgasm. Or the way her perfect blue eyes lighten just a fraction when she’s completely lost.
Or her hands that roam my body until she finds the perfect spot to grab hold and not let go.
That’s what she’s doing right now, and right now is when I give her what she wants. Faster. Harder. Until she digs in so hard that my skin will bleed, and her pupils dilate as if she’s on a high. I want to watch her fucking fly and never come back down, it’s pure fucking ecstasy watching her.
At the last moment, she holds her breath. Her hands leave my body and find the sheet below her fingers as she grips, riding the wave that suffocates her.
A wave I fucking created.
What a fucking lucky man I am.
It takes her a moment to open her eyes, to see me. And when she does I fucking ride the same wave she was just on. Then come crashing back down with her.
This time not letting her go.
24
Elicea
“You’re still sick?” Tracey asks sitting next to me on my couch. Creed’s still in my bed asleep. I just told her about last night. Well, most of the night anyway, not the details that happened in between that and this morning. She doesn’t need to know the details.
“I guess my stomach isn’t agreeing with something I’m eating.” I get up to make her a coffee.
“Or maybe you’re pregnant,” she mutters as my feet come to a halt. I freeze on the spot, unsure of what to say as I start to count in my head the times I’ve missed my period. How long has it been since my last? “El—” Her voice is wary, and before I can say anything to her, the door opens to my room, and a shirtless Creed steps out rubbing his head, arms flexing as he does.
“Holy shit!” Tracey watches Creed, her mouth dropping open. Creed doesn’t even care, his eyes are on me.
“You need to leave.”
His hand drops from his head, and he looks at me unsure.
“Now. You need to leave. Now.”
He turns, walks into my room, picks up his shirt then comes back out pulling it on. He goes to reach for me, but as he gets closer, I step back putting distance between us.
“Please, leave.”
“I’ll come back later.”
I nod my head at his words anything to get him to leave. He does so closing the door softly. Turning, I drop to the floor, my head falls between my legs and I start breathing heavily.
“El, what’s wrong?”
I don’t answer her question, as I work out exactly why I’ve been sick. Why my jeans are getting tighter on my belly, and why my boobs have been sore.
“El.” Her hands touch me trying to pull me up.
“I need a test, Tracey. I need a test.”
“What kind of test?”
I look up, my face wet with tears. I didn’t even realize I was crying. “A pregnancy test.”
She steps back then turns, reaching for her bag, and runs out the door. I stay exactly where I am on the floor, my head between my legs as I wait for her to come back and pray that it’s all in my head. That maybe something is wrong with me.
Tracey finally returns ten minutes later with two packs of tests and I grab them, running to the bathroom and peeing on the first stick, then another just in case. Tracey pushes the door open as I hover over the sink waiting for it to tell me negative, but what comes up makes me gasp.
“Positive.” Tracey echoes the words from the first test.
I push it off the counter listening to it as it falls to the floor before watching the second one.
“Positive,” I say this time.
This time it’s me that falls to the floor.
“I can’t have a baby. Babies and me are not meant to happen.”
Tracey falls to the floor with me, hugging me from behind as I start to rock back and forth.
“We should go to the doctor, just to be safe.”
I manage to nod as she pulls her cell out and speaks into it.
I stay away from home knowing full well he’s going to come back and that I can’t face him right now.
I’m due to go to work today and I want to go. I have to go, especially after the results from the doctor. “Pregnant,” he said with a smile. Like I was meant to smile back at him. I sat there contemplating what I was going to do with my life. How I was going to survive. I was already three months pregnant. There’s no going back for me at all, and soon everyone will know I’m pregnant. Even the one man I don’t want to know, Creed.
I spot him at the bar and turn in the other direction so I can avoid him and hope he leaves.
Hilary, one of the new girls, bumps into me. I apologize and she looks over my shoulder where I was looking. “Are you avoiding?”
I nod my head and she smiles. Looking to the bed in front of me, one of the girls is in there, her hands tied to the rings which hang from the ceiling as the guy with her fucks her from behind, pinching her nipples and slapping her pussy. She cries out in pleasure as she watches me watching her.
“It’s not so bad, sometimes it’s fun.”
I forgot Hilary was next to me. Turning back to her, I see a young girl who’s beyond pretty. I wonder what choices she made to end up in this line of work.
“By the way, he’s walking this way.”
My body locks up as hands touch my belly—the one place I don’t want his hands.
“Remove them.” My voice is shaky but firm. He listens and takes them off me without a second warning.
Hilary walks away and I turn to face him. He’s searching my eyes for something he can’t get. I won’t give.
“Please don’t touch me again.”
Creed doesn’t move an inch. It annoys me that I can never read his emotions, that they’re always hidden from the world. Sometimes if you’re lucky you get to see something, but it’s very rare and hard to work out.
“Elicea.”
I shake my head at him, then I turn to see Johnny looking my way. My shift has started and I’m talking to Creed who I planned to avoid. “I have to work.” Walking past him I try not to touch
him, but the brush of my arm on his makes every hair on my body stand still. He does that to me, he always has.
“I won’t let you avoid me,” he whispers. It almost sounds like a threat. I ignore him and keep walking to the bar. Johnny offers me a small smile as I get to work. It helps we’re mostly busy, so I don’t have to think about what’s currently growing inside my belly.
Looking to my left, he’s standing at the end of the bar watching me.
It hits me then, harder than I’ve ever been hit before.
How did it take me so long to see it? That what I have for him isn’t some random boyfriend feeling. What I feel for him is strong, stronger than I’ve felt for anyone in my life.
That scares me. That feeling scares me more than the child growing in my belly. A child would love me, even if I’m not cut out for this life.
Creed, well, I don’t think Creed loves anyone but his mother.
Glancing away, I try my best not to look up at him for the rest of the night. Even if he doesn’t move from his spot making it even harder on me.
“He’s gone. Go now, El,” Johnny says handing me my bag. He doesn’t know what’s going on between Creed and me, but he isn’t dumb either. I’m sure he’s noticed how he comes down here more often now than he used to. Or how I lost my smile for almost two months while I didn’t speak with him.
“Are you sure?” I ask grabbing my bag.
He looks past me then back to me with a nod. “Go.” He kisses my cheek and I do just that. I start to run out the door without glancing back, not even until I reach the apartment which stops me in my tracks. Because Creed’s leaning against the door looking sexy as hell with his forehead scrunched, his eyes narrowed as he waits for me seeming very impatient and pissed off.
“I knew you’d go the minute I wasn’t there. I was right.” He pushes off from where he was standing and straightens. He makes me feel small. “What changed in the time I fell asleep until waking up, because the last thing I recall was you screaming my name. And I didn’t hear any complaints, Elicea.” He says my name and I have to remember not to give in to him, that just because he puts me in a trance, I know I’m strong enough to break it.
