Chapter One
“Good morning,” X whispered and moaned, smiling with his eyes still closed. He inhaled Shona’s scent, feeling her warm skin against his face with her body tucked tightly underneath his.
“Good morning.” She covered her face, embarrassed. After months of brief run-ins, she allowed him to run up into her with no protection. They knew very little about each other, but the magnetic pull was no joke. He brought her backside to his center, his hard member causing her to pull away.
“Naw, stay,” he whispered, closing the space she created with a firm hold. He needed a few more minutes of this crazed, yet calm place. He wasn’t fooling himself, but anything that temporarily snatched him from his chaotic world worked for him.
He kissed her on the back of her neck, moving her hair out of the way. He felt goose bumps on her skin against his lips as she pulled her neck back, giving him more access. A soft bite followed and her pussy pooled from excitement. He heard a subtle moan, holding her even more.
“That’s for me?” he asked and smiled, as he opened his eyes. The room was dark but lit just enough to see her smile, reaching to cover her face once more. “Cover your face all you want to. I’ve been inside of you now,” he said. She squirmed a little, feeling the soreness he’d created.
To Shona, his lovemaking skills were beyond amazing. She wasn’t sure if she'd imagined it all or because she hadn't had many people to compare him to. Still, Xander “X” West received the dick of the year award as the swollen folds between her legs cheered.
“What?” she said bashfully as she snickered, peeking through her fingers.
“You heard me. I’ve seen and felt all your womanly parts. Tasted them, too.” The more he whispered in her ear, the more her mind ran wild. Soon, however, panic began to set in.
“Shonnnna!” they heard Kaleela yell outside her door, interrupting them. “Bitch, are you dead in there?”
“And there it is,” she mumbled. She then exhaled, silently thanking God her sister had.
Loosening his hold just a little, Shona took a deep breath and turned to face him. Reality had set in for her, so there was no need to pretend this was more than what it was. He most definitely had fucked the dog shit out of her, and she loved it. Yet, even dogs were sent home, so he had to leave.
“There what is?” he whispered in between the small pecks he placed against her forehead.
“Life as we know it,” she said very casually even though the nerve endings screaming for more from her center were anything but calm. “And if either one of them asks, nothing happened,” she said sternly, ignoring the scowl that followed thereafter. “Cool?”
Hell naw, he thought to himself.
He sat up so fast, he almost knocked her on the floor. “Nothing happened?” he repeated, reaching down and grabbing his dick.
“Uh, wait—”
“You see this big motherfucker?” he spat roughly, jumping up.
He was disgusted she was trying him after the things he’d shared with her. It was more than just fucking. He told her personal things about himself, his father and what a screw up he was. Instantly, the headache that led him to her bed had returned. Rubbing his temple, he closed his eyes.
“X, I’m just saying,” she attempted to plead her case, hoping to offer clarity.
“No, don’t say shit. We’re good. As you said, nothing happened,” he retorted, giving her his back. She couldn’t see his dick, but unconsciously licked her lips. She imagined it swinging in the air as he started searching for his clothes.
The light that did seep in allowed her to see his firm back and abs he used when he stretch her wide and had her calling out to heaven. She was stuck between telling him to stay or to leave, feeling like the fool after playing the fool for so many years with her ex. Either way, when he swung to the right to grab his shirt, his long dick swung with him and she winced. she fucking winced.
“Now that I know you’re just into fucking, you saved me some time,” he said under his breath, snatching his tie and slacks off the floor.
“Whoaaaa,” she said, sitting up at full attention. “Are you fucking serious right now?” she asked when Kaleela knocked on the door again after hearing their voices elevate. From what she heard, she knew they weren’t fucking. This was a brawl ensuing. She loved Reagan, but she’d pop her brother’s ass about her sister.
“Shawty, don’t fucking play with me,” he shot back, stepping into his boxers before he opened the door.
Kaleela’s eyes traveled down to the tent in his shorts, then up at Shona. She was mad he was letting her sister see that as he briskly walked past her.
Peeking in but afraid to go in, she looked in cautiously. “That bitch is dead, huh?”
Eager to tell Reagan what went down, Kaleela took off while Shona buried her face in a pillow. By now, Reagan was gone, leaving in her feelings. Once X and Shona called it a night, to bask in a fuck session, Reagan knew then what she knew all along. She wanted Gator.
She’d been missing him terribly, hoping he’d pick up the cell that remained unanswered. It had been months, but seeing her brother finally make a move in a new direction was a wake-up call for her. Life waited for no one.
While Kaleela fussed in her room unable to get through to her, X stepped out of the bathroom to go grab his keys. Unfortunately, he’d left them in the bedroom and had to endure the face of rejection one more time before he left.
“So, that’s it?” she asked him with much attitude, hating he was so fine. He was in need of a haircut, but his short, wavy hair along with his five o’clock shadow beard gave him a rough, hood look. Even dressed in his slacks and a dress shirt, X clearly wasn’t a slouch when it came to the streets.
His cufflinks, easily costing him a grand, were platinum along with the Movado watch on his left arm. She had no clue what he did for a living, but it didn’t matter. X had turned her the fuck out in one night.
He caught her watching, yet remained unsure as to why she'd switched up on him but he couldn’t ignore the signs. She wasn’t ready and he wasn’t chasing her. He had too much pussy to choose from to do that. Even if that meant fucking his crazy ex Avery who was indeed a freak.
“Look, X,” she started to say yet stopped as he took his chance and approached her.
He looked her up and down full of frustration, yet stroked her cheek. Without hesitation, she leaned in it, but said nothing as she fought hard with the war going on inside of her. He so wished she would let him in, but he knew himself. His wrath would destroy the little identity of herself she still had left. He couldn’t and wouldn’t do that, so he was conceding.
“Naw, it’s cool, Shona. You asked me if this is it. So, yeah that’s it.” While it appeared she’d won the battle, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d lost the war. Especially when she heard the hint of dismissiveness in his tone.
“It was good though,” she managed to say just loud enough for him to hear. Then shrugged her shoulders.
“Pfft, just good? Barely sitting now with a sore pussy, but it was just good? A’ight, holler if you ever just want to fuck again. I’m up for that.”
He walked out and slammed the door, hearing her curse him out. He didn’t have time to coddle a grown woman’s feelings after fucking her the way he just did. He laughed loud enough for her to hear, but on the inside he was starting to unravel.
Whenever that happened, it was clear anyone in his path wasn’t safe. Besides, he didn’t carry a gun he wouldn’t use if need be just like anyone else she dealt with, delving more into her history. He was quite familiar with The Crew, but he had his own. They were just as lethal. The only difference was they were on the legal side of the law. Well, as legal as they could be and Shona’s pussy could easily make a man like him commit a crime.
Once he got to his truck, he bit his bottom lip, wishing things ended differently. He hadn’t slept that good in almost a year and just like that, it was gone. He had resigned within himself that he was going back to random pussy, but sadly, random pussy would never just do. He knew he was fucked.
“Fuck her. Yeah, fuck her. Her loss,” he said to himself, pulling off.
Once he did, he deleted all her information from his cell. If he was going to be an asshole for the rest of his life, all the women could blame Shonasia “Shona” Bradley for that.
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