Word of Honor, Book 2 (11 page)

And she was no longer the ‘N’ word in his fiery eyes…

“Uhhhhh.” She lost her grip as he hastened his pace, delivering cavernous plunges that took her breath away. He pushed her back into position, then laid a gentle, most delicate kiss against her cheek as he caressed her chin with his index finger and thumb. Wrapping her legs around his back, she locked her ankles in place, and then… nearly passed out…

“Ahhhh, ahhh!”

“You like that, baby?!”

“Yes!”

She’d been wrong.

He had
not
been giving her maximum impact—no, he’d moved her legs in a way that had stopped him from thrusting as deeply as he could, until
now
…

“Ahhh, Oh God… Aaron…” She wasn’t sure how much she could take as he rocked hard within her, teeth gritted, pushing his entire cock in and out of her harder and faster at each pass. The slight discomfort and immense pleasure merged together, crafting an extraordinary concoction as he stroked her good and hard.

The.

Man.

Could.

Fuck!

He was a force to be reckoned with. Expertly, he moved his hips, pushed in and out, around and around, keeping a steady rhythm that left her more than gratified. He nestled his prickly chin in the crevice of her neck then began sucking her flesh, slow and hard.

“Mmmmm…”

She ran her fingers over his scalp as he devoured her neck like a vampire in search of her very life force. He poured everything in her; she could feel it from the way he moved, from the monstrous, ferocious noises he made and the intermittent light sighs when it seemed to all become too much. Every now and again he’d slow down, look her in her eyes, and let his gaze talk. Those eyes said everything that he could not.

She moved and grinded her hips to his movements, joining him fully in the experience—not wishing for him to feel or believe that he was alone in this sensual voyage. The sweet ache between her legs dulled as her pussy relaxed, became more accustomed to his size and delivery. Her pussy throbbed and held him in, held him close, and it cursed the notion that the loving he showered her with would eventually have to end.

“This isn’t a mistake; we’re
not
a mistake,” she whispered in his ear as he found a good tempo and kept at it. No, this man needed a reminder, just in case his brain started to wander and play tricks on him.

He slowed then stopped, his gaze piercing and somber. He gripped her jaw like a child refusing to pay attention. “I know that.”

Their lips almost touched as he spoke those three words. She took a good look at his face up close and personal; he was perfect in his own way. Hard, beautiful jawbones, dark brows, cropped hair, ears that showed signs of being previously pierced and a layer of thin sweat that covered his brow and gathered in his cupid’s bow.

“You ain’t no mistake, Mia. I’ve known that some time after the truth came out, before I even agreed to come over here. That’s been part of my problem with wrapping my head around this thing. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s gotta make sense, because it’s right, and it’s happening.”

“Not everything or everyone can be defined, Aaron.” She leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose, forcing a slight smile to crack his previously stern expression.

“I’m where I’m supposed to be, doin’ what I’m supposed to be doin’, and gettin’ what I’m supposed to be gettin’. You’re a lesson learned and a gift earned, Mia.”

“So are you, baby. So are you.” She shivered as her orgasm unleashed.

“I’m declaring you as mine now!”

He thrust again without warning, taking her off guard.

“Ahhh!” Her back hit the wall repeatedly as every perfectly molded muscle in his incredible physique appeared to tighten and stiffen against her. He cried out, as if he were falling apart within her. Wrapping a heavy hand around a fistful of her hair, Aaron yanked on her tresses a time or two as he came so hard and rough, their bodies banged against one another. Despite having on the condom, she could feel the warmth within her as he shot inside of the thing.

His hips compressed in rapid fire as the last of him released until he was completely spent, with no more to give. After a few seconds’ rest, he mustered the strength to pick her up in his strong arms, laid her delicately onto the bed, and slid beside her. Aaron pressed his lips against her forehead as he cloaked their naked bodies with the comforter and wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her near…

An hour later, she awoke, not realizing she’d even fallen asleep. When she came to, he was looking down at her, smoking a cigarette and wearing a crooked smile. Ringlets of smoke rollicked about his form, producing a surreal image, as if he had been on fire and was just freshly extinguished. How odd; how strange the way the room appeared to make way for him, carve him out a special space and frame his limbs with linear smolder…

“Do you know you look like a damn angel when you sleep?” He blew out a cloud of smoke, lazily turned onto his side and tapped a few ashes inside of a pewter ashtray before facing her once again.

“No, I didn’t know that. No one has ever told me that before.” She smiled up at him as she rubbed her eye with the back of her hand and sat up straighter to better take in the view.

“I’ve never seen somebody look so peaceful when they’re sleepin’, like you didn’t have a care in the world. But,” he cocked his head to the side and expelled a loud sigh. “We both know you got a lot of cares, a lot of concerns, so that ain’t true… you just look okay despite it all.” He pulled her close, so close, and wrapped his muscular leg, covered in dark hair, around hers, possessively pinning her into place.

Don’t ever let me go…

“I only made one mistake when it came to you.” He looked towards the window, hidden by heavy curtains, which afforded them the privacy they so needed. He then slowly set his gaze back upon her as he ran his fingertips up and down the curve of her hip.

“And what was that?”

“If I had known what was waitin’ for me, how wrong I was about so many things, I would have gotten myself together a hell of a lot quicker, got to the bottom of my own shit. If I’d done that then I could have been open to finding you sooner in my life instead of wastin’ all this goddamn time. ’Cause I been waitin’ a long while for someone like you, baby… a
real
long while.”

Framing the sides of his face in between her palms, she made him stare her in the eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for you too, Aaron. I just didn’t know it until I fell in love with you. I would’ve liked meeting you sooner but everything happens for a reason, when the timing is right. I tend to think things happen the way they’re supposed to, you know?”

“I’m not so sure about that, baby. I think sometimes we get in our own way, screw everything up. We make our own realities and live by our own rules, even though most think that shit just happens to us out of the damn blue. Ain’t no such thing as random. Most of us just don’t figure the shit out until it’s too late. I don’t buy
any
of that shit. Yeah.” He blew out more rings of smoke—perfect ovals, thick and airy, that made her fall into a quick daydream and drift into another layer of comfort.

I wonder what secrets of his they are carrying away?

“Nobody is promised tomorrow, honey… nobody.” He said the shit grimly, but how could she argue about such a thing?

“That’s true.”

“So, that’s why I say I made that one mistake. I shoulda met you sooner, Mia, so I coulda loved on you longer.”

He offered a deep, husky laugh, paired with a drop of melancholy, the kind that made her pussy pulsate and dance to the rhythm of his words. His sexiness was mixed with something that simultaneously tickled her anxiety, got her fur up like a cat afraid to round the dark corner. Even his damn laugh could make one afraid. There was something unnerving about him, the way he hid his true self from the world, blended in when desired and morphed into whatever he needed,
whenever
he desired. He had an uncanny way of controlling his urges… but now, he was exposed, willingly showing her his sparkling wares. You could look at the man and never know for sure what he was thinking; but he’d let her in and she could see both the beauty and the horror within him that she knew were for her eyes only…

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, beautiful?” He smiled down at her and caressed her shoulder, drumming his fingertips against her skin to the beat of the music.

“You scare me a little, Aaron, but I know you’d never hurt me. That sounds strange, doesn’t it?”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and his lips twisted in a partial smile. “A little bit, but I suppose I can understand it.” He tapped his cigarette in the ashtray once more. “You don’t have anything to be afraid of though, sweetie. I don’t hurt the people I love. I’m loyal to them, take care of ’em, and I don’t love that many people Mia so…” He shrugged. “That makes it much easier for me to manage.”

She nodded in understanding.

“I don’t like that though.”

“You don’t like what?” She sat up a bit higher in the bed and fluffed her pillow before settling back again.

“I don’t like you tellin’ me you’re afraid of me. That’s not the way it’s supposed to be. All of my adult life people have been afraid of me and I liked it, I fed off it. I
still
like it; I don’t think that’ll be changin’ anytime soon and I’m fine with that, but I don’t want the woman I love to feel that way… that ain’t right. That ain’t right at all. You supposed to feel real comfortable ’round me. I need you to help me work on this, help me change it so you feel okay.”

“I don’t believe it’s your fault, Aaron… it’s just something I’m picking up on. It could all be in my head, but…” and then she drew quiet as she stared at his cluster of intricately designed tattoos. “I still know deep down it’s not directed towards me, but whatever it is inside of you that I think I see, that I think I feel, seems real.”

“What do you think you feel?” He placed the cigarette to his lips once more, causing the embers to burn as bright as the fire in his eyes.

“Coldness… aloofness, like you could turn on a dime and not care at all.”

“Hmmm.” He smirked. “You might be right, but I can’t have you feelin’ this way, Mia.” He kissed the side of her neck as he tugged at her body and a slight growl, dipped in what sounded like definite lust, escaped from his lips.

“It’s just that we’re so connected is all. We know each other, but there is still so much more to learn.”

“We’ll get there… we’ll get there, baby.” He leaned over her and pressed his lips against hers, allowing the yearning to finally have its way. He slipped away from her for a brief spell to extinguish his cigarette, then, without a second’s notice, lay on top of her and wiggled slow and easy between her legs. The head of his cock bumped lightly against her zone as he increased his pace.

“Mmmm,” they jointly sighed. He teased and teased her, forcing his throbbing groin into her own, but never pushing further, delving inside, entering her.

“I love how you feel inside of me… I never felt that way before, not with anyone else.” She gripped him by the shoulders to press him down onto her, uncaring that his heaviness perhaps would consume her. Resisting her pull, he offered himself the right hand of freedom until he had her damn legs wrapped around his neck, and then let her arrest him once more, in the most intimate of ways.

“Ahhhh… baby!” she cooed.

He gripped her right leg by the calf, kissed up and down her ankle and massaged her lower stomach with his other hand until his fingers had wandered to her pubic bone and floated against her pussy lips. He was quiet for so long, so very long, and then, he smiled and laughed lightly as he continued to stroke her…

“You’ve got a beautiful body, you know that? God knew what he was doin’ when he made you. Whew.” He whistled as if doing a catcall.

“Thank you.” She winked up at him. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah, I like it, but it ain’t the first time I took a look at it… I saw you at the basketball court, Mia.”

She swallowed when a feeling of shame washed over her for the umpteenth time. The inner dispenser of mad self-judgment reared its ugly head and reminded her once again of the abysmal, unethical crime she’d committed.

“You did?” she managed to choke out.

“Yeah, that’s part of how I’d put two and two together, actually. You see, I asked one of the guy’s there who you were when I saw you lookin’ at me, starin’… and he told me your name.”

She nodded in understanding.

“I’m ’bout to tell you somethin’ … somethin’ I thought I’d be taking to my grave.”

“What?” Her brow rose with the utmost curiosity.

On a deep breath, he traced her right collarbone, and glared at it long and hard, too. “I was attracted to you right then and there… I knew it the instant I saw you.”

She tried to hide her smile, but it proved damn near impossible.

“I hated it, you know?” He gazed at her. “It wasn’t the first time somethin’ like that had happened though. I’d seen other black women from time to time that I thought were attractive. It didn’t happen a lot, but it did every once in a while. Yet with you… with you, the feeling was the
strongest
. I couldn’t stop lookin’ at you. I kept telling myself to turn away, to act like I didn’t notice, but I couldn’t seem to get it together.” He paused for a moment. “Nevertheless, I felt you should know… I was sweet on you before I even knew who you were.”

She laughed lightly, certain she was blushing by the warmth that heated her cheeks. “When I first saw you on that basketball court, Aaron, all I could think was, ‘Damn, he is fine!’”

They both burst out laughing, then drew quiet for a few minutes.

“Mia…”

“Yeah?” She wrapped her arm around his waist and looked into his eyes.

“I got another confession…”

“Yeah?”

“I would jerk off to how I pictured you in my mind, but you surpassed all of that… Sometimes, I’d lie in my bed in that cell, Mia, strokin’ my dick faster and faster as you took over my brain with your words, your perfume… Daydreamin’ about you, fantasizing about all the ways I’d make love to you when I finally got the chance.” His voice lowered, the nasty utterances getting ready to spill out. The man turned into an animal right before her eyes, down to his most basic; she could see it all over him and her pussy called to him, wishing and wanting for him to take her there.