Unzipped: An Urban Erotic Tale (8 page)

“We’re gonna get caught …” Pearl whispered, looking over her shoulder like a criminal, but her titties were singing and she damn sure didn’t want him to stop.

“By who?” Cole muttered. “Ain’t nobody else out here and both of us got badges, remember?”

Pearl didn’t protest as he turned her around and yanked the back of her shorts down. He massaged her fluffy ass cheeks, then parted them with both hands. Pearl bent her knees and lowered her stuff onto his rod. It was thick and hot, and she had to wiggle her hips around just to get the head inside.

“Damn,” Cole sighed. He balanced her heavy cheeks in the palms of his hands and helped support her until her pussy adjusted and opened up for him. He could tell Pearl was ready when
she started moaning and her pussy got slick, coating his shaft as she raised and lowered herself to a nice slow rhythm.

Two seconds later Pearl was bouncing in his lap, taking dick like a champ, riding all nine inches of Cole’s thickness, and making soft fuck noises with each thrust.

Cole gripped her slender waist and stared at all that ass as it jockeyed in his lap. Pearl had the most beautiful body he had ever seen. She was born to fuck, and she loved dick, and every inch of her body was the stuff of a man’s dreams.

Cole slid his hands up her sides and squeezed her breasts. He slammed her down hard and thrust his dick up in her deep, loving the feel of her warm ass on his thighs.

Pearl’s pussy was soaked. She squeezed her legs together and gripped the sides of the bench. Tooting out her ass, she rotated her hips in a tight hard circle, grinding her gushy all over his lap.

Cole moaned and nibbled at the skin on her back. He tasted the salt of her sweat and licked his lips, wanting more. Reaching around in front of her, Cole found Pearl’s juicy clit and stroked it, coaxing the little man to jump outta his boat. He trapped her clit between two fingers and squeezed it gently, all the while deep-dicking her from behind as she swirled her hips around like a tornado.

Pearl felt a storm raging between her legs. Her clit tingled deliciously as her pussy clenched and throbbed. Right about then she didn’t give a damn if the entire police department rolled up. Her breaths got shorter and she fucked back harder, loving the hell out of what Cole’s fingers and dick were doing to her at the same time. She swallowed hard and tried not to scream, but one tore from her throat anyway. She couldn’t help it. Cole was giving it to her nice and deep, and her gushy felt like it had a warm bubbly creek running through it.

They came at the same time, Cole biting softly into her shoulder as Pearl moaned and shuddered in his lap, squeezing her legs together and moving Cole’s hand aside so she could massage her own clit.

When they were all fucked out they headed home slowly, holding hands the whole way. Cole walked back barechested and sweaty since Pearl had used his T-shirt to dry herself with. Pearl loved the way her body felt after being sexed so good. Cole had a bamming package, and the sexual chemistry between them was off the charts. Thirty minutes later they were back at Pearl’s apartment and Cole had immediately gone in for round two. They’d taken a shower together and this time instead of going straight for his, Cole had kissed and licked Pearl exactly where he knew she liked it, and when she screamed out his name at the height of her orgasm, Cole didn’t even try to get him a nut. He simply broke out in a big smile.

And now he was standing in front of her about to ask the most important question of his life.

“Pearl Janay Baines,” Cole said, reaching into his jacket pocket as he stared into her eyes. He came out with a small box from a very expensive jeweler and flipped it open. “I already ran this by your pops and he gave me the go-ahead to slide this little shine on your finger, so will you marry me?”

Pearl was speechless.

Cole Jackson was from a Brooklyn political family that had tight connections and deep pockets. Although they’d both come up in boroughs of New York City, they’d met during FBI training in Virginia and worked together out of the D.C. field office. Pearl was on a hostage rescue team and Cole was an agent who investigated gangs and criminal enterprises. Pearl’s family came to visit her in D.C. all the time, so she rarely came back to Harlem anymore, but there was a lot to celebrate this weekend, and her
mother had wanted her to come home. Since Cole had a little surprise of his own planned for her, he’d offered to drive her to New York so she could spend her twenty-second birthday with her family.

But Pearl’s twin sister Diamond hadn’t shown up for their birthday dinner. Pearl had sent her a text the night before and Diamond had texted back promising to be on time for their family dinner, but by seven o’clock Diamond hadn’t shown her face and was nowhere to be found. Pearl thought it was strange since Diamond’s boy Menace had shown up with gifts for both of them.

“That damned girl,” Irish had said with a worried look on his face. He sat at the head of the dinner table grimacing and drumming his fingers nervously as they waited for Diamond.

“It’s all good, Daddy,” Pearl said. She reached over and rubbed his arm. She hated to see her father pressed out about anything. “Y’all said Di’s been doing better lately, right? I mean, her hands are all healed up and she’s almost back to normal, right?”

Irish had grimaced.

“What the hell is
normal
when it comes to your sister, Pearl? Who knows what normal is for her! If getting both your damn thumbs and all eight of your fingers smashed up don’t slow your stroll, what the hell will?”

Pearl’s hands had actually throbbed and cramped up when she thought about how, a few months back, some thug niggahs had knocked Diamond on her ass and then slammed both of her hands in a car door. Every one of Diamond’s fingers had been broken in at least two places, and both of her hands had stayed in casts for almost two months.

Pearl could definitely feel where her father was coming from. Loving Diamond was hard, and all of them suffered for that love. Pearl knew Irish took great pains to keep her as far removed from
her sister’s drama as possible. From the time Pearl had left for college, Irish had deliberately kept her in the dark about a lot of shit that went down, both with the running of his center and with Diamond’s street capers.

“If you wanna work for the government one day then you can’t be involved with all the shit that goes on around here, Pearl,” Irish had told her. “You might get in a position where you need one of them top-secret clearances one day. Them folks will dig into your life and sniff out everything you did since kindergarten, baby. The less you know about the niggahs on these streets the better. That’s why I want you to stay outta Harlem, Pearl. Ain’t no telling how far you gonna go with your career, baby. Me and your momma want you to be able to go all the way to the top.”

Pearl didn’t always like being kept in the dark about what was happening at home, but when Irish made a decision about something it was almost impossible to budge him. It had been Zeta who had called to tell her that Diamond had gotten hurt, and Pearl didn’t even wanna imagine the kind of pain and agony her twin must have gone through as those niggahs left her laying in a gutter with over twenty broken bones in her hands. Somebody had rushed over to No Limitz and told Irish that Diamond had been taken to Harlem Hospital by ambulance. Zeta had sounded like she was having a heart attack when she called Pearl and told her that her twin had been brutalized by a posse of street nigs.

Zeta had begged Irish to go to the cops, but Diamond had nutted up and played dumb and pretended not to know who had fucked her up so royally. Even Pearl, who only got bits and pieces of the story down in D.C., knew that was a lie. She figured her sister had finally stolen something from the wrong niggah, and breaking her fingers was his form of payback.

Pearl had really been looking forward to seeing her twin for
their birthday celebration tonight, but with dinner getting cold, Zeta had insisted they sit down and eat, and said she would fix a plate and wrap it up just in case Diamond showed up hungry later.

It had been a long time since Pearl had eaten her mother’s home-cooked Louisiana-style seafood, and she had dipped everything in butter and slobbed it down. And after dinner, when Cole announced that he wanted to take her out to get some ice cream, Pearl had been surprised as Zeta practically pushed her out the door.

“Gone, Pearl,” her mother had insisted, grinning her ass off as she switched toward the door in her sexy little jean skirt. At thirty-nine Zeta was still beautiful and her body was fitter than most women half her age. She worked at a rape crisis center and could have passed for Pearl’s sister instead of her mother, although she was wise and mature and had obviously come up on the streets. “Let that man buy you some ice cream, Pearl! Hell, that boy’s daddy is
paid
. Let him buy you any damn thing he wants!”

“But Sasha and Chante might want some ice cream too,” Pearl had protested, thinking of her young daughter and her niece. The two little girls looked and acted so much like her and Diamond when they were little, and like their mothers, they had also been born on the same day. “They can go with us, and I’ll bring you and Daddy back some butter pecan in a cup too, okay?”

Zeta had waved her out the door.

“Nope. Sasha and Chante don’t need no ice cream and they ain’t going nowhere but to bed. This night is for you and Cole. Go ahead, Pearl. You can bring me and Irish back a whole butter-pecan cow if you want to, but you and Cole are going outta here by yourselves tonight.”

And that’s how Pearl ended up sitting in Baskin Robbins with
the stupid look on her face as Cole Jackson slid a crazy-phat rock onto her ring finger that glinted under the lights and damn-near blinded her.

“Me?” Pearl asked like she was hearing voices. “You wanna marry
me
?”

“Hell yeah, pretty girl,” Cole said quietly, and at that moment something about the way he was holding her hand with his hard dick all in her face was sexy as hell. It made Pearl feel truly wanted. “I love you, Pearl. And I wanna marry you and make you mine, and only mine, forever.”

Pearl couldn’t even answer as that big hunk of ice glinted on her finger. Like every chick from the hood she had grown up dreaming about falling in love and being swept off her feet by a strong, handsome man one day. And the fact that Cole had an education and a bomb career and didn’t want to just bang her as a wifey, but had felt enough to put a ring on her finger, signified love and a whole lot more in anybody’s book. But giving him an answer was still hard, because Cole didn’t really know her, he only thought he did. When he looked at her all he saw was the wavy hair, the gorgeous skin, the dimpled face, and the sexy, round ass that most dudes saw. He only saw what Pearl allowed him to see. The big fat front that she put on for the world so she could hide who she really was.

Cole mighta been from Brooklyn, but he didn’t know the hood like she did. He had no clue that Pearl had spent her early years timid and afraid and living in a rat-infested homeless shelter while her father pulled a bid in a cold upstate prison for committing vile acts of violence against his fellow man. He didn’t see her as a scared fourteen-year-old guttersnipe who hid her fears and anxieties by running up and down the streets, wildin’ with thugs and hoods until she messed around and got pregnant by a local drug dealer. Or the crazy young chick who, a few months
later, found the heart to beat the shit out of her twin sister when she too had popped up pregnant by the same grimy drug dealer, a man who Pearl had later chased down and sliced up with a 007 flick knife.

The person Cole saw sitting before him today, the beautiful, confident, well-cultured, educated sister with the banging ass that he liked to ride deep in the middle of the night, was the reformed version of Pearl Baines. He saw the smart chick who had turned her back on both her drug dealer boyfriend and the streets of Harlem, and found the courage to leave the hood life far behind.

What Cole saw was a fighter and a survivor. The new-and-improved, strong, capable, and fearless Pearl Baines, totally reborn.

Cole was staring at her with a funny look on his face, still waiting for her answer. Pearl’s lips moved but no sound came out. She had mad love for Cole and she really dug what they had going on. Even though Carlita swore all out that he was nothing but a controlling-ass future stalker with a big dick.

And in some ways Carlita was right. Cole
was
spoiled and possessive. He was a pretty boy, and he liked to throw his weight around when shit didn’t go his way. But none of that mattered because Pearl had only met one man in her life who she even considered committing her heart and her life to. One man who had the street cred of her father, the intellect of her mother, and the courage of a thousand gorillas. And even though that man had once fucked around and betrayed her, no other man, not even Cole, could stack up to him in Pearl’s heart or in her mind.

“I-I … umm, I—” She was struggling to give Cole an answer but couldn’t find the right words, then suddenly she didn’t have to bother as her cell phone rang and she snatched it off the clip, flipped it open, and pressed it to her ear.

“Hello?”

It was Menace.

The sound of his voice made Pearl’s heart bang in her chest.

It had been crazy sitting across from him at the dinner table earlier that evening. Pearl always stayed as far away from Harlem as she could, so she hadn’t seen him in a minute. She had shot him mad shitty looks over dinner and flirted with Cole like his dick belonged on a hot dog bun. Menace tried to act like he wasn’t sniffing her vapors but Pearl knew he was bent. That gaming-ass nig had had the nerve to bring her a gift that looked professionally wrapped, and Pearl had smirked as he held it out to her with a smile on his face.

“Happy birthday, Pearl,” he’d said, and even though her eyes were flashing daggers at him, Pearl’s heart had swelled up like a balloon in her chest. They had moved in different directions in their lives, with Menace leaving Harlem after graduate school and going to work for a major financial management firm before opening his own company in Philly, and Pearl booking out of Harlem for good as she headed off to college to study pre-law. She hadn’t thought about him in a long time, and she told herself that she hadn’t missed his low-post ass neither. She remembered her father mentioning that Menace came back to Harlem a few times each month to put in work at the center, and according to Irish and Zeta, the young man could do no wrong.