Scandalous Heroes Box Set (72 page)

Vanessa leaned forward and this time she kissed him, possessively, urgently. Scotty sighed and lifted her, never breaking the kiss as her legs locked around his body and her arms clasped his neck, clinging to him as she lapped and sucked and devoured his lips.

He walked them up the stairs to the loft bedroom. His hands clutched her perfect ass, the thin summer dress rising so that he discovered that his virginal love wore no panties. He groaned so low in his chest that it sounded like a growl and a moment later she was lying on the bed watching him as he quickly tugged off his shirt. Scotty paused as he took in the way she laid there watching him with hooded eyes and swollen lips and legs that rubbed restlessly along each side of his body.

Her dress was now hiked up around her belly and the dark patch of hair that marked the V at her apex burned an indelible memory within him. This was his Vanessa, so ready for him that he could scent the aroma of her desire. Scotty quickly pulled off his pants and then stood there between her spread legs, patiently allowing her eyes to explore his nudity.

Vanessa felt herself begin to quake only it began in that special place between her thighs where she had fantasized and dreamed that Scotty would one day possess. He stared down at her, eyes no longer cornflower but now a violent violet. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, both shielding and framing his handsome face. She allowed her eyes to drink in his hard muscular torso and the lines that defined his taut belly. Her eyes finally rested upon the erection that had tormented her for so many weeks. This was a part of Scotty that her imagination had not done justice. It was a beautiful part of him that was perfect to her, even while it seemed impossibly big.

Vanessa arched her back and slipped off her dress. Scotty’s breath caught in his chest even before he saw what was beneath the dress. It was because of the way that she moved so sensually as if her body understood what was to come…Once the dress was removed she reached behind her and undid a sheer bra, translucent enough that the image of her darkened nipples were visible. Once it was removed Scotty was in shock at how totally magnificent she was. She was perfect in every way, from breasts that swelled larger than her clothing had ever hinted at, to a slender waist that led to café au lait legs.

No longer willing to wait even one more second, Scotty placed his hands on her knees and gently spread them until he could lie against her body. At once, her legs moved to wrap around his body when his mouth covered her nipple.

Vanessa’s body reacted without thought or urging. Her back arched and her mouth opened, searching for her next breath because somehow it had disappeared. She felt Scotty’s fingers lightly tugging the other nipple and suddenly the air slammed back into her in a ragged moan.

The sounds coming from her forced him to grip her hips while he slowly gyrated against her, pushing as close to the heat that rose from between her thighs as he dared. He looked down between them at the way their bodies met, rolling and arching sensually against the other.

Vanessa quickly learned the way that Scotty’s hips moved against her, mimicking it she discovered that if they made concentric circles it sent explosions of pleasure coursing through her body. She grabbed Scotty’s shoulders, her fingers digging into him as her need began to build to a crescendo that had no outlet without him truly inside of her.

“Please…” she gasped.

Scotty reached between them and felt her slick wetness. It nearly caused him to spiral out of control. Quickly he lined himself up with her opening, holding himself at bay until she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“…love you so much…” and then he thrust inside of her, pushing past her barrier in one smooth motion. He closed his eyes against the flash of pain that he saw cross her face and didn’t move again until her grip on his shoulder eased. He flexed his hips slowly and she sucked in a sharp breath. He met her eyes.

“Okay?” He would stop. He would wait, whatever she wanted.

Vanessa saw Scotty’s brow furrow with concern for her and she quickly kissed him, silently urging him to make it feel good again. Scotty moved slowly and rhythmically until something in her rose up higher than the pain. She rolled her hips and gasped in delight when the tiny explosions returned. They took her breath away and she found that they were growing bigger and stronger. 

The sounds coming from Vanessa were going to send Scotty over the edge but he could tell that she was so close. He wanted her to find her way to it. So he closed his eyes and grit his teeth and kept a steady rhythm, listening for her passion to spiral out of her control. Soon her breath came in rapid gusts and he rocked in and out of her, gently but firmly.

When Vanessa finally caught up to her tiny explosions she realized that what was actually waiting for her was far more powerful than anything that she had ever felt or could have ever imagined. With an uncontrolled wail Vanessa rode the crest of it and distantly heard Scotty’s guttural moan. Together they continued until all that remained was their labored breathing, sweat soaked bodies and exhausted limbs intertwined in a lover’s embrace.

~***~

Vanessa wrapped the blanket around her waist and then quickly dashed to the bathroom. “Bring me my bag!” she yelled to him. He got up and glanced at the mess on the bed and then closed his eyes for a moment. Forgot the condom…how could he have totally forgotten? He had even packed two boxes knowing full well that they wouldn’t go through them all in just two days…but he’d been hopeful.

This was the first time that he’d allowed himself to enter a woman unprotected, and now he knew that there was no comparison. Maybe they could talk about the birth control pill because he didn’t see himself ever wanting to sheath himself while buried inside of her.

He suddenly envisioned a little girl that would look like a combination of Vanessa and himself and a slight smile tugged at his lips…maybe one day, but not yet. He would be more careful in the future.

Scotty went downstairs naked and grabbed her purse and bag and then carried them to the bathroom. When he tried to open the door he found that it was locked.

“Why’d you lock the door?”

“Uh…I’m using the bathroom. Just leave the bag outside of the door.”

He smiled and did as she asked while he went about changing the bedding. When she returned, this time wrapped in a towel he was lying in bed. She blushed shyly at him and then dropped the towel and quickly jumped into bed and under the covers before he could stare at her nakedness. He put his arm around her but slipped the covers from their bodies.

She gasped in surprise but before she could reach for them and cover herself again Scotty kissed her.

“You are too beautiful to hide this body.”

She made a face. “I’m too skinny.”

“No. You are perfect.” He kissed her and heard her faint whisper.

“No, you are…”

They napped and when Vanessa woke up she saw Scotty watching her. He had such a serious look on his face that she rubbed her eyes and propped herself up on her elbow.

“What’s wrong?”

“Will you marry me?”

“Uh…” Her mouth dropped.

“I want to watch you sleeping every night.”

She smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “Where’s my ring?”

“You only get the ring if you say yes.”

“Yes.”

He reached under her pillow and withdrew a red velvet box and Vanessa looked at it in surprise, thinking of the Princess and the Pea and wondering why she had not felt it beneath her pillow.

He opened the box and withdrew a perfect diamond ring. It was not too big, nor too small. The simplicity of it held her captivated and then he placed it on her finger and she pulled her gaze from it. Vanessa threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, I will marry you!”

Scotty achieved his wish to create a perfectly romantic birthday for the woman that he loved. They spent two days in the chalet, learning each other in a new way; as lovers. When their sweet vacation ended Vanessa knew that she would now have to face her grandmother before she could go forward with her life. They drove back to Cincinnati and Vanessa felt both nostalgic and brand new. She was eighteen and her life spread out before her in limitless possibilities. With the wind in her hair and Earth Wind and Fire playing from the stereo Vanessa looked at Scotty and remembered sitting on the back of his bike, clutching him around his waist in awe that she was so close to him. She smiled thinking everything is everything not because what you see is what you got, but because life was just one big circle that repeated itself continuously.

TO BE CONTINUED…

EPILOGUE

Garry James stood by the worn Formica table watching the production of crack cocaine. Although he was proud of his achievement, it was difficult for G to look at the drug drying on various trays. The urge to smoke himself into oblivion was always present. He wanted it again even moments after smoking a rock. His eyes became glazed as he watched and without realizing it he began to fantasize about the yellow nugget consumed in a flame, and then the sizzle and pop as it caught. His throat tightened as he pictured the blooms of smoke rolling across his tongue and into his lungs where he would hold it until they burned. By then the head rush would have hit and moments later perfect clarity and then sweet numbness.

G pulled himself out of his reverie when the apartment door opened and Donald Miller and several guys entered the room. He needed to focus on the three new crew members that Donald had recruited. G had never particularly cared for Donald who was a loud and unpredictable young man--just as he had been a brash and mean spirited boy. But Donald had something that G needed; clientele. And if he was going to get the crack business off the ground, then the more people he exposed to the rock, the more that would return.

G had a fleeting thought about his ex-partner who had always wanted to keep the crew small and tight. He was still pissed at Scotty for bailing just when he needed him the most. Everything had changed once Scotty’s half of the cash was no longer in the equation. He’d had to start making his purchases on consignment through Dawson—something he and Scotty had said they’d never do. Now the old prick was in his business with demands that were hard to meet. Bitterly he thought about how he had been left to make it work on only a portion of what they were used to having in order to make the purchase. He’d had no choice but to partner up with Dawson and add more workers. But he had an idea about expansion and he was positive that it would allow him to regain control of the business again.

G slapped hands with the new arrivals, anxious to be done with this so that he could fire up a rock.

“So G, these are my boy’s that I was telling you about. They know the streets, the fiends, the cops, and they can make us some big money, baby!” Donald laughed, showing off a gold tooth.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” G’s face lit up in a greedy grin. Scotty had refused to let Donald Miller into their crew all because of some vague shit like not trusting him. But G figured that he was just pissed about that little scrap they’d gotten into years ago. It wasn’t enough of a reason to him not to allow the dude in—especially when he could broaden their customer base.

Feeling good about his decisions to remedy the problem—and needing to mellow out a little, G offered the men a sample of the product. Just like him, they had never before seen a crack rock and were curious. He set each man up with a glass pipe and they retreated to the bedroom to smoke in private.

Donald said, he’d take a hit off someone’s pipe and G had laughed at him and said, “Youngblood, if you can stop after just one toke, then more power to you.”

A loud-mouthed dude by the name of Dante laughed bravely and was the first to fire up. Donald continued to joke about them turning into a new kind of dope fiend from messing around with some ‘unknown dangerous shit’ and announced that he would just lay back and watch them enjoy themselves. Soon the men were raving about the quick and powerful high. After G’s mind began to mellow again, he questioned whether it was wise to encourage the young fools to sample the product. After all, he didn’t know them other than through Donald…and truthfully he didn’t completely trust the man.

He lit up another rock even as the smoke lingered above his pipe and quickly forgot his previous concerns as the addictive numb engulfed him once again. The new crew members were considerably more enthusiastic after indulging in the free high. They discussed how much product would be needed and how quickly it could be unloaded. Mentally G was doing the math, concerned mostly with the cash that he was sure to make. Scotty had been the one to look at all of the other angles. He called it logistics or some shit that G didn’t quite get but it had amounted to the pros and cons and Scotty’s thoughts were that expanding out into other areas meant that they would have to get a lock on something that was already claimed by someone else. “That’s a sure fire way to get yourself killed,” Scotty had warned.

Well fuck him and fuck that bitch he was with! He wasn’t planning to lock down any other area—he would just be a minor alternative source for the crack rock only.

G sat back, his eyes slowly closing and then quickly opening as he tried to listen to the younger men who were talking about bitches and money and being gangsters. He wanted to laugh at them. They had no idea what it took to be a real gangster.

“Yeah, I’m not getting why the bitches have to start talking,” Dante, the loudest dude in the room laughed. “This bitch I mess with keeps going on about how she goes to the school of performing arts and how she’s got all these aspirations and I’m thinking, bitch please use your mouth for something more than talking!”

The other men in the group laughed and G glanced at the door ready to tell them to keep it moving. And then because he knew he had the attention of the group, Dante continued on about the girl he was screwing.

“This sketchy bitch think I don’t know she’s straight up lying. First she says her name is Vanessa and then she says it’s something else,” he blew out an amused breath. “Bitches be trippin’.”