Take My Hand (Interracial Erotic Romance) (5 page)

“Of course,” Gracie said and took a sip of her drink. She dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin and considered where to start. “I suppose my love of poetry started in high school. We didn’t take it as a course, which I think is a travesty, but that’s
beside the point. Anyway, my English teacher, Mr. Clarke was a very nice man and I would often spend time after class chatting with him. I told him how I found most fiction boring but that I still craved the escape a good book allowed. He recommended I read some poetry and even gave me my first book. It was a collection of Robert Frost’s work and I was hooked from Jump Street.”

The limo hit a
pothole and Gracie bounced forward. Tyler reached out to catch her and his hand brushed against the side of her breast. He looked down at her and smirked. “Why are you so jumpy Gracie? I thought we were just getting to know each other?”

Goosebumps
formed on Gracie’s arm and she hesitated for a second before jumping out of Tyler’s embrace. It was a second too late.

Tyler took her chin in his hand and guided her mouth towards his.
Their lips met for what felt like an eternity but was in fact only a split second.

“Tyler, I can’t.
At least not right now, anyway. The timing just isn’t right.” Gracie fanned herself off and took a sip of her drink.

Undeterred, Tyler leaned forward and placed a hand on Gracie’s knee. “What’s wrong, Gracie?”

“It’s a personal issue. My sister…”

“Yes?”

“Well, my sister has a drug problem, and… wait, I shouldn’t be telling you this.”

Tyler removed his hand and sat back. “I understand and I
apologize for prying into your life. I thought perhaps you were just having monetary problems, I didn’t realize you were dealing with a tragedy.”

Gracie’s nerves began to calm. “You don’t have to apologize, Tyler. I know you’re just trying to be nice.”

Tyler nodded. “Dealing with family can be a tricky business. I have a brother who is an alcoholic and it hurts me deeply. He's one of the smartest people I have ever met in my life, but he just can’t stop drinking. So, I can empathize with the pain you’re feeling. We should get you home so you can get some rest. Where do you live?”

“East 103rd and 3
rd
.” Gracie’s attraction to the man festered inside her. His compassion in regards to Tamika had caught her off guard and for the first time she began to seriously consider sleeping with him.
If
he would still have her after finding out she was still a virgin, that is.

Tyler pressed a button on the side panel of the limo and spoke into a speaker. “Paul, can you please drive to East 103rd and 3
rd
? We will be dropping Ms. Johnson off at her home.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Scott,” the box crackled back. Tyler turned his attention back to Gracie. “We should have you home in no time. I don’t want to keep you out late, sleep is very important during times of high stress.”

Sadness at the thought of being alone crept in Gracie’s head. Now that she didn’t have to worry about fending off Tyler’s advances, she wanted nothing more than for him to try again. The feeling of his hands on her body drove was damn near the only thing that took her mind off Tamika. “Tyler, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“How do you do it? How do you go along with your life while a loved one is destroying theirs, right in front of you?”

Tyler sighed. “Well, it’s very difficult and truth be told I still spend a decent amount of my day worrying about Jimmy. I suppose what helps me most is focusing on becoming a better person instead of worrying about him. That way, when he finally decides he wants some help, I will be in the best position as possible to help him. Does that make sense?”

Gracie nodded. “A lot of sense. I wish I was as strong as you, because right now I can’t get Tamika out of my head. I am so worried about her.” A tear trickled down Gracie’s face and she wiped it away. “I just hope she’s okay.”

Tyler grabbed a Kleenex and moved across the limo to sit next to Gracie. “Here, relax Gracie. Everything is going to be ok.” He wrapped an arm her shoulder and cradled her in the nook of his arm.”

Gracie let it all out. She wasn’t sure if it was because of Tyler’s admission about his brother, the alcohol she drank or the fatigue she felt in her bone, but she let the walls she had built for protection down and cried on his shoulder.

Tyler held her tight and swayed her gently. “It’s going to be ok, Gracie, let it all out. Everything will be ok.”

Gracie sniffled and looked Tyler in the eye. “I love her so much, Tyler. I don’t want to lose my little sister.”

“It’s going to be okay, Gracie. One way or the other, everything will be ok.”

Gracie wasn’t sure she believed him, but let his soothing words calm her anyway. She looked up into Tyler’s dreamy eyes and then at his thick lips. The emotions inside her fought a war inside her stomach and eventually the craving for human contact won out. Gracie reached up and gently kissed him on the lips.

Tyler accepted her invitation and took her by the chin. His kiss was deep and when his hand found the back of Gracie’s neck he pulled her tight. The moans of anticipation filled the interior of the limo.

Heat spread from Gracie’s pussy. Never before had she been on fire like this. She found the feeling more intoxicating than a night of drinking. She placed her hands behind Tyler’s back and squeezed his thick back muscles with force.

Tyler broke the kiss and leaned his head back to meet Gracie’s gaze. “I want you so bad Gracie, you can’t even imagine. You are one of the most attractive women I have ever met in my life.”

Gracie shifted her legs and her soaked pussy lips rubbed against each other and caused a pleasurable ripple to flow through her body. Is this it? Will I finally lose my virginity? Will he want someone as inexperienced as me?” “Tyler wait, there is something I have to tell you.”

Tyler leaned forward and began kissing Gracie’s neck. He brought his mouth to her ear and flecked her lobe with his tongue. “What is it Gracie? You can tell me anything.”

Gracie’s hands were resting in her lap and when Tyler twisted his body her hand grazed the side of his rigid cock. Without thinking she grabbed him by the base and began stroking.

Tyler moaned and placed his hand on Gracie’s chest. “I love your curves. You are so sexy.”

Gracie looked down at the massive tent in Tyler’s trousers and began to worry about what was in his pants tearing her to shreds. “Tyler, I have to tell you something, please stop.”

Tyler pulled his head back and pushed his frazzled hair out of his face. “What is it?”

Gracie dropped her gaze and her already quickened pulse bumped up a notch. “I’m a…. virgin.”

A look of shock registered on Tyler’s face. He pulled back and took a deep
breath. “Really?”

Feelings of rejection rattled in Gracie’s head and once again she looked away in
embarrassment. She hated living in a society where woman were so free with their pussy and began practically giving it away before they were even legally allowed to drive a car. It made her look like a prude, and she wasn’t. Far from the case, actually, as her fantasies were about as filthy and nasty as they could get. “Yes, really,” she finally responded.

The car came to a stop and the speaker crackled. “
We’re here, Mr. Scott.” Tyler reached back to press the intercom. “Thanks Paul.” He turned his attention back to Gracie and watched as she gathered her purse and reached for the door.

“I’m sorry, Tyler, but this is a mistake. I have to go.”

Tyler’s eyes went wide. “Gracie, what is it, what’s wrong?”

Gracie stopped to
explain but couldn’t form a coherent thought. She opened the door and looked back. “I’m sorry, I just can’t right now. I’m sorry.”

Tyler began to protest but Gracie shut the door on him before he could.

The evening air nipped at Gracie’s flush face and she rushed to the entrance of her building. She wanted to get inside before Tyler convinced her to do something she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Or maybe it was something she was very ready for.

It didn’t matter. She needed to be inside and
more importantly
alone
…

*

Gracie slammed the door to her building and pressed herself against the hallway wall. A strange cocktail of emotion and lust worked its way through her body and she began crying.
Why am I such a hot mess?

She began replaying the whole evening in her mind and questioning each decision she had made. Should she have accepted Tyler’s invitation for a ride home? Or should she have just stuck to her guns and avoided the man at all costs? Gracie’s mind was filled with stressful thoughts and anxiety rattled her body.

She decided it was best to get inside and take a long shower. Let all the stress from the evening wash away and hopefully gain some insight as to what was going on inside her body and what she could do to retain control of herself.

A flickering light near the elevator pulled Gracie from her slumber and she wiped a warm tear from her face. The elevator opened and off stepped a drunk, happy couple with their hands interlocked.

Gracie flinched used the back of her arm to wipe away her tears and put her head down as the couple shuffled past. The sight of the happy couple made her feel even more confused than before. Can I have that with Tyler? Or does he just want to use me for sex?

The man and woman smiled at Gracie as she did her best to avoid eye
contact. “Is everything okay?” the man asked.

Gracie peeked up as she squeezed by the couple in the narrow hallway. The couple had a genuine look on of concern on their faces and she didn’t want to worry them. “I’m
fine, thanks. I’m just having a long week is all.”

The woman, a white lady in her late 20’s, placed a hand on Gracie’s shoulder. “Is there anything we can help you with?”

Gracie felt like a fool. The couple, even though they meant well, were making her feel like a useless little girl. Here she was a grown ass woman, a strong one at that, and she couldn’t even control her emotions.

“I’m fine, but thanks for asking.” Gracie shuffled past and looked back over her shoulder. “You two have a great night.”

The woman nestled herself in her man’s arms. “We hope you feel better,” the man called out.

“Thanks, I’ll be fine.”

Gracie darted onto the elevator and pressed her floor. The door closed and she began she slow ascent to the tenth floor. She leaned against the back of the elevator and closed her eyes. Now what?

She had a dilemma on her hands. Tyler Scott was obviously trying to seduce her and while she was flattered, Gracie had to
remain focused on her current priorities. Which were, in order:

1) Tamika

2) Her poetry

3) Her job

4) Tyler

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slowly opened. Gracie stepped off and headed for her door at the end of the hall. Once inside she checked her house phone for messages. There was one, from her aunt Joanne, asking how her and Tamika were doing. Gracie sighed and made a mental note to call her in the morning. She began to dread informing
Joanne that yes, once again, Tamika had relapsed and was out running the streets.

Her aunt would, no doubt, began to ask questions to decipher why Tamika relapsed. Gracie was not looking forward to the idle speculation, especially when the answer was obvious. Tamika relapsed because she wanted to, pure and simple.

Gracie stripped in the hallway and turned on the shower as hot as it would go. She hoped the heat would help relieve the growing tension in her neck and as she eased her way under the hot water Gracie began to relax. A little, anyway.

As steam rose around her and hot water pounded against her flesh, Gracie began to ponder her situation and develop a plan going forward. Now was clearly not the time to be getting involved with a man and she would have to politely inform Tyler that he would have to leave her alone, for the time being at least.

She hoped he would respect her decision and stop trying to seduce her, because quite frankly, Gracie wasn’t sure how much longer she could fight the man off. And if he managed to break down her defenses and they became intimate, her life would become even more complicated. That was the last thing she needed, considering she could barely manage her life now.

Damn you, Tamika. I pray you’re safe but one of these days I might just have to lay an ass whipping on you!

Gracie lathered her body and the stress from the evening began to dissipate. The heat between her legs, however, only grew stronger and before long she was spreading her aching lips with her long, manicured fingers.

“Oh, Tyler,” she moaned. Gracie had promised herself to not sleep with the man, but she didn’t say
anything about fantasizing about him, now did she? She knew keeping the man on her mind wasn’t such a great idea, but as her fingers began to work themselves in and out of her snatch, she didn’t care.