Power (Romantic Suspense) (20 page)

Never. I hope Fuji brought all of your belongings here.

“No.” I gritted my teeth, not liking that I had to lie to her. “Taking care of Domingo will require some more time.”

“Hmmm. How much time?” She twisted her lips to the side.

I drank in her sexy frame. “It could be a week or more.”

Forever, sweetie.

A long sigh left her while she slowly spun around on the board. “I missed my class today and yesterday. I can’t miss anymore. Will you let me go to class? I promise I won’t—”

“Yes, I trust you. Take Fuji with you. He’s already your goddamned bodyguard, anyway.”

Stunned, she mumbled, “You trust me?”

“Yes.”

I did. However, even if she did go to the police, which I knew she wouldn’t, the cops would do nothing. The police commissioner had demanded that I get rid of both Domingo and Rasheed. I’d compromised with him agreeing to take out one only. Now they both were gone and the cops would be off my back, as well as the mayor. Mary Jane was no longer a liability, just more of a goddamned addiction.

“So let’s discuss this friend that went to get your bag,” I said.

She glided back to me. “Yes.”

“Who was it?” I raised my eyebrows.

“None of your business.”

“I bet it was Fuji.”

“I don’t gamble. So, have fun with that bet.”

“Come here.” I licked my lips and this time when she came close, there was no escape. I had her in my arms, although she still stood on the Segway board. I consumed her. Tasted and drank. My cock got erect with each tangle of our tongues and sucking of our lips. I leaned away and whispered, “You’re taking away my men, one by one. Are you trying to take over my empire?”

She batted her eyes at me. “Baby, it’s already taken.” She beat at her chest. “I run these streets.”

A dark groan left my lips. “Turn around, but stay on that board.”

She quirked her eyebrows, but obliged.

Glancing over my shoulder, I made sure no one else was outside or looking out the windows. They were scared enough to give us privacy. If I heard that anyone spotted a private moment of mine, they’d die. I yanked her shorts down. With that big ass, it wiggled a little—soft cheeks so brown. I spanked them, just because that was what they were made for.

“Really?” She shrieked, but didn’t glide away from me.

“Really.” Unzipping my pants, I took out my hard cock. “Why don’t you show me how much control you have on that board. Make it go back and forth on my cock, like a good girl.”

She glanced over her shoulder and pouted. “And what will I get?”

“What do you want?”

She looked away as if nervous to ask. “Whenever you have time. . .I know you’re busy, and—”

“Just tell me what you want. . .MJ.”

She shook her head. “Only my men call me
MJ
. For now, you can call me
Queen Mary
.”

Her men? Jesus.

I gave her a half bow. “What do you want, Queen Mary.”

“I just want to go somewhere fun with you. If I’m going to be here for a week, I may need a break from your apartment. I get restless.” She glided back and her ass pressed into my cock. “You don’t have to. I mean. . .I know it sounds silly, especially with all the things that you’re going through.”

She had me. Even if I didn’t want to take her out, I would have. I loved the idea. Relished in the fact that I could show her off. Tell people that she was mine.

“You want a date?” I quirked my eyebrows.

“Umm. . .Maybe a tiny one.”

“Okay.” I thrust my cock into that lovely pussy, right out in the open of my back parking lot. Never had I done anything like it.

“Noah, baby what are you doing?” She placed her hands behind her and set them on my stomach, balancing back on me. She rocked her feet, which rocked her pussy on my cock and it was the most glorious sensation I’d ever experienced.

“Oh, Noah, baby. Someone might see.”

“Trust me. They’ll look away, if they get a tiny view.”

“But—”

I beat it up. There was no other word that could describe what I did to her on that board. I abused the pussy like it had done me wrong. Violated me in some way. Hammering and grunting. My orgasm rose in my cock ready to flood her and paint that ass white with hot liquid.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered. When I came close to coming, she jumped off my cock and the board.

“No!” I growled.

“Shh.” She lowered to the ground. My cock jutted out in front of her. I was so unbearably close. She yanked off her shirt, placed it under her knees, and pulled out her breasts, nipples hard in front of me.

Oh, God. What is she doing now?

“Come all over me,” she begged.

I whimpered. “Please, don’t let this be another one of your jokes. I can’t deal with you not being serious right now.”

With an opened mouth and the sweetest look on her face, she whispered over and over, “Come on me, Noah.”

She stuck her long pink tongue out like she wanted me to drop a load right there. Right in the center and let it drizzle hot down her throat. “Come all over these titties, too. Wet me, Noah.”

“Fuck. I’m going to keep you.”

Instead of waiting for me, she jacked off the tip, spitting all over it and stroking over the rim faster and faster. “Oh, yes, baby. Keep me all to yourself.”

I hoped she really wanted it as my body went crazy and on fire. “Grab those titties for me.”

She released me and I took over, working my cock. I wanted to spill all over her. Clumps of white come on her breasts, nipples, and face. She cupped each breast in her hands and bounced them up and down like she was juggling huge melons. The whole time, she flicked her tongue at me and gazed like a nasty little girl.

Oh, fuck. I have to figure out a way to keep her here. No one else can have her.

Not able to control it anymore, white come burst from the tip and landed on her cleavage. She continued to bounce them for me. “Yes. Oh, yes. Right there. Give me more.”

I pushed out another load. Long and white. Like a liquid string it started at her chin and dripped all the way down to a nipple. But I hadn’t stopped yet. I stroked the tip slower, spilling come onto her lips and tracing my cock along her mouth’s outline. She lapped the tip like a nasty girl. “Yes, Noah. So good.”

She watched with amazement as I continued to squirt more her way. “More? Fuck! You’re a beast.”

I rubbed my mushroomed tip on her mouth unable to deal with the craziness of the moment.

She shuddered. “I can’t get enough.”

“Me either, baby.” I leaned back on the car exhausted. “Me either.”

She stays.

Chapter 13

Mary Jane

A professional beggar had been letting his girlfriend think that he was rich and of noble birth. Once, when he was getting a handout at the neighbor's house, he suddenly saw her. He turned around and said:
"Have my dinner-clothes sent here."

–Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)

B
efore
the date, I spent a good two hours straightening my curls with a blow dryer and flat ironing it. If men understood how much women went through to get ready, they’d probably. . .oh, they wouldn’t care.

Curled-up, my hair bounced and barely hit my shoulders. Straightened, the strands almost fell to the middle of my back. I wore a simple sun dress with plain sandals. With my college girl budget, my sundresses tended to serve as formal wear.

Okay. Our first date. This should be interesting. My kidnapper is taking me out on the town. I’m sure there’s a punchline in there.

When I walked out of the room, Noah stared at me for one silent minute and said, “What happened to the curls?”

“I straightened them.”

“Interesting.” He walked up to me and ran his finger through my hair, starting at my scalp and inch by inch, ending around my back. “And when I fuck you tonight, will the sweat make the curls come back or does it stay straight like this?”

I giggled. “It would probably be a little bit of both. Some straight hair and some sweated out curls. You’re pretty much like a tornado in bed, I’m lucky I even have hair with you.”

He fisted the back of my head as if testing the new texture’s ability to withstand his sexual escapades. “Interesting indeed. I like your hair both ways.”

“Good.” I smiled. “Where are we going?”

“The first place is a surprise.”

“O-kay.”

It definitely had been a surprise. We arrived in not time.

I’d never been inside Le Couture, but I’d heard about it. The store boasted high-end fashion with price tags that needed a comma in between several zeros. I’d walked by the place, drooling at the clothes in the window display and dragging myself further down the boulevard to not get depressed.

But on this day, Noah walked me in. “Pick anything you want and not just for today. Pick for several days and many nights.”

“Clothes for several days and nights? I couldn’t do that. Maybe if this was Target, but—”

“Target?” His face shifted to a scowl. “No. Don’t ever say that.”

“But—”

“Welcome, Mary Jane.” A blonde woman handed me a glass of champagne. Silk and pearls draped her body. “When Mr. Brunson requested that we close the store for him, we had no idea what to expect. But then, he told us about you and how he wanted to make this day special.”

“You’re closing the store for me?” I glanced over my shoulder. A black woman with dreadlocks wrapped in white satin, twisted the lock on the front door, went to each window, and slid down large blinds. The store dimmed. A strawberry blonde woman lit candles that sat on every free counter space. And there wasn’t much, because velvet boxes filled with diamonds lay out as if on display for me.

Oh, my God.

Nervously, I turned to Noah. “Can we talk for a minute?”

“No.” His face held a stony expression, but his cheeks twitched as if he was laughing on the inside.

“I think we should, maybe, go outside and talk,” I said. “This is a lot. I was just saying a simple date—like a movie and a slice of pizza.”

“This isn’t the date, sweetheart.” A wicked smile spread on his face. “This is the appetizer.”

I widened my eyes. “Then, what’s the entrée?”

“Oh, we have no time for food.” Smiling, the blond guided me to the back and Noah followed with his gaze planted directly on my behind. She hooked her arm around mine. “A collection came in from Jean Paul Gaultier. He collaborated with La Perla.”

Blinking, I had no idea who either of those people were as I stumbled forward. I felt awkward next to these three women. Instantly, I was that track and field nerd in the high school gym’s locker room, crouching in the shadows while I hurried to change into my clothes—breasty cheerleaders boldly prancing around and tossing me evil glances as if my very existence caused them unease.

I’d never been an
It
girl. But these women in the store, they had been. And now they gazed at me with dollar signs in their eyes.

The dreadlocked one led Noah to a black and white striped lounge chair. More champagne sat on the table in front of him along with trays of cheeses and meats.