Pink Lips (8 page)

“I don't even know you.” She opened the door to the car.

“You can get to know me.” He smiled at her.

“If it were any other time, then maybe.” She closed the door as she climbed into the car.

“No number?” he asked as she rolled the window down.

“I'll make a deal with you; if I ever see you again in life, it's a date,” she said through the window as the car sped off down the street.

Craig stood there captivated by Willow's beauty. He had never seen a woman so beautiful in his whole twenty-three years of life.
He had a main shorty back home, but for a woman as breathtaking as Willow, he would have replaced her. He wondered if he would ever see her again.

A ripple of screams escaping the doors of the building grabbed Craig's attention. People running from a mass hysteria, falling and being crushed by others stampeded out of the door. Craig pushed through the crowd as expressions of panic filled the room.

Craig stepped into the room that he saw waitresses point toward as he felt its icy gesture as the air adjusted around him. Sprawled on the ground, covered in blood, was Melee. He looked around the room and eyed the other dead bodies covering the floor.

Ring-Ring-Ring!

The realization struck him like a bullet as his phone started to ring and Rock's name appeared on the screen. He couldn't tell him that his attention was focused elsewhere and as a result, his baby girl was murdered. There was no way he could mouth those words to Rock without digging his grave.

He ignored the call as he reached down and picked up Melee's lifeless body. He needed to get her out of sight before the police showed up and discovered the massacre. The last thing he needed was to be caught on the scene of a bloodbath.

He looked down at Melee's face as he walked through the emergency exit doors that led to an alleyway. The blood from her wounds stained his white shirt as he walked and thought of a plan. He had to figure out what to do by morning. If he stepped one foot on Philly soil without Melee, he would be killed immediately.

“Y
ou know the plan for Philly, right?” Willow asked Kail as they walked through the double doors of Honolulu International Airport.

“We lay low for some months,” Kail opened her Louis Vuitton luggage to grab their tickets, “then we resurrect The Pink Lip Bandits, and start making some crazy dough again.”

“I mean lay the fuck low, Kail,” Willow warned as they approached the terminal. “We don't need to make our presence known until shit here cools down.”

“I know.” Kail nodded in agreement. “So are we going to meet up with Nicole, Choice, and everybody else we use to fuck with when we were kids?”

“In due time,” Willow assured.

Kail nodded her head as they stood in the long, bustling terminal. Willow could sense the excitement of tourists and vacationers waiting to be flown to their far-flung dream destinations. But, she couldn't share that excitement because she was saying goodbye to a place that she had called home for the past fourteen years of her life.

They queued at check-in desks. Willow could see groups of people all with their suitcases talking about the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to travel and what they would do while they were
staying in Hawaii. Their faces brimmed with happiness, grinning like Cheshire cats.

As they approached the check-in agent to retrieve their boarding passes and check in their luggage, Willow could feel her stomach pulsating as a piece of her didn't want to go. She was thinking of all ways possible to tell Kail that they should stay. She wanted to make a scene and scream that she had a bomb just so they wouldn't board the plane. But, she knew there was nothing left for them in Hawaii, and Philly would be their fresh start. Philly would be the beginning of their new lives.

After passing through the security checkpoint, they settled in the waiting area.

“G-15 is departing in fifteen minutes. G-15 is departing in fifteen minutes.” The speaker called out to let them know it was time to board after they had waited an hour in the uncomfortable blue connected chairs.

After boarding, the flight attendant pointed toward first-class as Kail and Willow located their plush seats.

“Would you ladies care for something to drink?” she asked with a smile.

“Something strong.” Kail yawned as she leaned back into her neck pillow that she had brought on the plane.

“And, for you?” the same flight attendant asked.

“She'll have Grand Marnier,” a voice interrupted from behind.

Willow turned her head as Craig walked into first-class, his eyes locked on her. She smiled on the inside, never changing her facial expression. She eyed him as the sound of the Timberlands stomping on his feet got closer and closer. She basked in his scent as he took the seat across from her. His smooth, dark Egyptian-like skin shined as he made himself comfortable for the eight-hour flight.

“Now if I recall, you said if we ever met again in life, it was a date.” Craig smiled at Willow. “So what's up, shorty?”

“I said that had it been a coincidence, but it seems like you're stalking me.”

“Stalking? Girl, I am Philadelphia. What you know about my city?” Craig asked as he looked at the flight attendant. “I'll have—”

“Hennessy,” Willow finished his sentence.

“You remembered?”

“I have the mind of an elephant, Craig.” She looked at Kail, who was now snoring. “I remember everything.”

“I see.” He looked past Willow. “Damn, shorty cuttin' up.” He laughed.

“Hey, now leave my baby sister alone.” Willow chuckled. “She's tired; we had a very long day.”

The sound of the captain advising everyone to fasten their seatbelts over the intercom interrupted their conversation. Willow could hear the engines start to roar as she got pushed gently back in her seat as the plane accelerated to over 140 miles per hour.

When the plane lifted in the air, she could feel a slightly different push against her seat since the plane was accelerating forward but also upward. After a minute, the engines started to quiet down and slowly level off.

Willow watched out the window as the plane started to reach its altitude. She wanted to lie back and relax, but knew she couldn't with Craig sitting across from her and Kail snoring next to her.

Craig was not paying attention to her at the moment. He was playing with his sunglasses that hung from his shirt's front pocket. He was waiting for the plane to get up in the clouds. He loved the view of the beautiful sky. When Willow took a deep breath and looked out the window again, they were high in the sky, and she could see what had silenced Craig. Her breath was taken away.

“This view is relaxing,” Craig said. “It gives you a reason to take yo' mind off that other bullshit.”

“I know what you mean, and right now I need something to clear my mind,” Willow said as she continued to gaze out of the window.

“What could be pressing a woman like you who seems to have it all?” he asked.

“I told you earlier that you'd be surprised about the life that I live.”

“You'd feel the same way about me,” Craig assured. “Damn, I wish I had some Mary Jane right now.”

“You got a rillo?” Willow raised her eyebrow at him.

“Straight up.” He looked at her. “If you about to ask me what I think you're about to ask me, you truly are a completely different shorty than what I thought.”

“I told you.” Willow pulled a small sack of dark green leaves out of her clothing and tossed it his way. “Don't judge the inside of a book without having read it.”

“How we gon' fire this up?” he asked with a smile.

“Here,” she said as she tossed him the pack of matches that she'd pulled the staple out of to get it past the detectors, “roll that shit up.”

“You crazy as hell.” Craig threw the weed and box of matches back at her. “You gon' have a nigga in some handcuffs for real, fucking with you.”

“Scared?” Willow questioned.

“I'm just smart, shawty.” Craig pulled out two pills from his pocket and handed one to Willow. “This will do the same thing that weed will do.”

“What is it?”

“Something that won't have the air marshal harassing us.” Craig put the pill in his mouth, using the chilled Hennessy as a chaser. Willow followed his lead.

Willow and Craig talked almost the whole flight as they enjoyed each other's company. Secrets that they'd promised never to tell anyone were discussed with no judgment with how they made their money being the exception. In a matter of hours, they went from feeling like strangers to potnas that had known each other since the sandbox. Their chemistry was magnetic.

“That pill made me horny as hell,” Willow blurted out as she reached over and touched Craig's leg while sipping the liquid that danced around the glass she was holding through a straw. She had paid the two first-class flight attendants to keep the drinks coming, and they were doing just that.

“I feel you.” Craig put the rim of the glass to his lips and sipped. “You should let me handle that fo' ya.”

“You wouldn't know what to do with it.” Willow seductively stood up. “I have to use the little girl's room. I'll be right back.”

Willow swayed down the aisle as Craig's eyes watched her booty go up and down in the small dress around her frame. He stood up, letting lust take over his mind as he walked down the aisle following her every move. She could feel him behind her; it's exactly what she wanted him to do.

“It's one at a time.” Willow looked back at Craig with her glossy eyes; his body on hers as they stood outside of the small airplane bathroom.

“Go inside.” He moved her body with his from behind. “I wanna show you something.”

Willow willingly accepted his offer as they went into the small, compact room. They were standing close together facing each other; the room was warm. He gazed into her eyes, gently kissed her forehead, then she raised her head to the kissing position, put her arms around him and was breathing heavily with her head resting on his shoulders. His hands wandered toward her breasts,
and she moved a bit tighter with her lower limbs, and heaved a huge sigh.

He brushed his fingers across her shoulders, letting the straps of her dress fall. Pulling her into a gentle embrace, his lips caressed hers as they tumbled into the toilet, her long hair framing her perfect face. Running his hands down her curvaceous body, Craig looked deep into her greenish-brown eyes and knew that in a matter of hours, he had fallen in love. Slowly, they took turns removing each other's clothing; until all that separated them was Willow's excited breathing blowing gently on his chest.

Craig leaned down and licked on her breast as his fingers explored the diamond between Willow's legs. He slowly went in and out with his fingers as he felt her body tense up. He took his fingers out of her pussy as he picked her body up, her pussy now directly in his face. He licked on it, and slowly nibbled on her pearl making her lose her senses until he felt her release her juices onto his tongue.

Craig massaged all eight inches of his massive manhood as he slowly guided Willow onto it. Sucking and biting on her breast, he went in and out of her, her moans soft and gentle as she fucked him back and rode him with intensity. She could feel him in the bottom of her stomach as the feeling was electrifying.

Willow turned around on Craig's pole with it still inside of her. She started throwing her ass back into his dick as she controlled her muscles to get tighter. As Craig sped up, so did she, knowing that he would nut soon. Grabbing her hair, Craig went as far in her as he could go as he released his spawn deep inside of her.

“I don't usually do this.” Willow looked back at him, his member still inside of her. “I don't want you to think I'm a hoe.”

“I know what kind of woman you are.” Craig pulled out of her
and wiped himself off with an undershirt he had planned to dispose of.

The captain buzzed over the speaker. “We will be making our landing into Philadelphia International Airport in approximately twenty minutes. Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your trays are in an upright and locked position. Do not leave your seats until we are safely at the gate. Thank you for flying Honolulu Airlines.”

Craig studied Willow's face for a moment as she put the strap of her dress over her shoulder. Her eyes seemed to roam around the tiny restroom as if she was expecting something to happen. She stood there as he saw regret on her face. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy it; it was good. It was the fact that she was feeling him just as much, and felt like she'd given it up too soon.

“Ma'am, sir, you have to return to your seats immediately,” a flight attendant ordered as she knocked on the door.

“Fuck.” Craig opened the door. “We are about to return now.”

“Also,” the attendant looked past Craig and at Willow, “this is a restroom, not a motel!”

Willow rushed by Craig as embarrassment took over her. She didn't make eye contact with anyone as she strolled down the aisle. Her high coming down, she sat down, looking straight ahead until she connected the navy seat belt around her waist.

She could see Craig sitting in his seat out the corner of her eye. Embarrassment wasn't present on his face, but Willow could sense that he shared the same feeling as her as eyes stared at them. She signaled for him to put on his seat belt.

The 727 tilted slightly to the left and began a slow and steady turn. Down below, the ground looked like square plots on a huge map of some kind. Gradually, everything began to come into view. As
they neared the ground, small cars heading down the black ribbon of long highways came into view, as well as various colored homes of different sizes and shapes. A sudden bump alerted the landing gear was released. Willow jumped slightly at the sound.