Down the street is Rizzo’s Pizzeria. I’ve been there a couple of times, but it’s been years. King holds the door for me. My heart flutters at his chivalry. Once we find a table, settling into the booth with its red and white plastic tablecloth, a silence settles between us. King really is a gorgeous man. His tattoos stretch from the top of his shirt, playing peek-a-boo, reminding me slightly of The Incredible Hulk.
His eyes dart up from his menu, catching me in mid-stare. “What are you smiling at?”
“I wasn’t.” I glance back down at my menu, wiping my face into a blank slate.
“I can’t believe it.”
I roll my eyes, but keep them trained on the Italian words in front of me. “What?”
“I do believe that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile, Ronnie Hawley.”
Now he has my attention. “No. That can’t be right.”
“A smile that stunning? I’d definitely remember seeing it.”
“Aren’t you a sweet talker?”
“Not normally.” He licks his impossibly full lips. I wonder what it would be like to sink my teeth into them, to nibble on them between wet, passionate kisses. “But there’s something about you.”
“You’re not scared?”
“You’re a little abrasive, but overall I’d say your attitude turns me on more than I care to admit.”
“No.” I huff out a laugh, realizing that maybe King’s right. Maybe I haven’t smiled before tonight. “Scared about my dad being who he is.”
King sets down his menu. “I don’t have much room to judge. But I’ll tell you one thing, my situation was very different from his.”
“So I hear.” I bite at my inner cheek, twisting my mouth to the side. “Did you mean to kill that man?” If he’s surprised by my question, he doesn’t show it.
“I would’ve.” He says without missing a beat. “When I turned the corner that night, and saw him choking his wife…” His eyes focus on something I can’t see. “Something took over. Something raw and primal, and I knew I had to stop it. Even if the two of them were complete strangers. I saw my own parents all over again. All the times my father would come home drunk and beat my mom.” His arms flex, fists balling up against the table. “Until I got big enough to fight him.”
“So you snapped?”
His eyes flicker to mine, like he’s just remembered that I’m here. He nods, tight-lipped. “I don’t remember anything after the first punch. I didn’t fully come-to until I was in custody. And when they told me that the man I beat up was in critical condition, I couldn’t have given two solid shits. They looked at me like I was a fool when I asked about the woman’s condition instead.”
I stretch across the table, taking his hand in mine. “I may have been wrong about you, King.” I press my lips against his knuckles, hoping to absorb a little of his anger, his pain. “You’re nothing like my daddy. You’re a good man, King. And you deserve a second chance.” And before we have a chance to order, King sweeps me out from my side of the booth and leads me out the door.
5 King
The minute we hit the night air I pull her close, taking her face in both of my hands. I hold her gaze for only a moment seeking some sort of permission. When I know the answer is yes, and the fight has drained from my precious hard-willed woman, my lips crash down on hers, I gently part her lips with my tongue, finding my way inside, tasting her sweet mouth.
“Let’s get out of here,” she moans. She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
“I’m right down the street.” I can barely get the words out before her mouth is back on mine. Pulling away from her is rough, but being behind closed doors means I will finally have her all to myself. It’s worth the wait. She’s worth the wait.
With her hand in mine I lead her to my place, stopping to make out every few feet or so. I’m so hard, I may burst through my pants. I unlatch myself from her lips, unlock the door, and lead her inside. The only light illuminating us is the streetlight shining in through my living room window. I want to turn on every light and watch her, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to take it.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” I say unbuttoning her cute little top. She wiggles into my touch allowing me to remove the fabric with ease. Standing in her bra, Ronnie looks like an old school pin-up girl. Her peachy nipples poke through the fabric of her bra, they grow into tiny diamond peaks as I draw circles around them. I can’t help but growl.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Over the fabric, I take her peak into my mouth, running my hands all over her exposed flesh. She shivers beneath my touch. It’ll be a miracle if I can keep myself from coming before I’m buried deep inside of her.
I unhinge the clasp, watching her ample bust bounce against her ribcage. I fill my mouth with her flesh, nearly choking in the process, but I don’t care. Death by Ronnie’s delicious round orbs wouldn’t be the worst way to go. I kiss her again, letting my hand find its way between her legs. She gasps at the sudden contact when I rub her over her jeans.
“You like that?” I ask. “I bet you do.”
“I love it, King. I want you so bad. I have since the minute I saw you.”
“You’ve been mine since we locked eyes, Ronnie.” My hand dips into her waistband and I find her silky smooth center, dripping and ready for action. I rub her until my fingers are soaked in her juices, then I pull them out and suck them dry. “Even your taste belongs to me.”
Ronnie’s teeth gnash into her bottom lip. I lift her up by her waist and carry her into the bedroom. When I set her down, she shimmies out of her jeans and panties, standing before me with nothing but air between the two of us.
The ache below my belt hurts something awful. I take a deep breath, watching her paw at her own swollen nipple for me, licking her lips. “Does this turn you on?”
“What does this tell you?” I unzip my pants, freeing my length from its own prison. Ronnie’s eyes widen, a gasp escaping her mouth. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I don’t know if I can…it’s been awhile.” She says, vulnerable as a lamb before the slaughter. I take a step toward her and cup her dripping mound, letting her stew in her own juices.
“Ronnie, it’s been a long time for me, too. Five years to be exact. I’d waited so long that I thought I didn’t need it anymore. But the minute I saw your fine ass.” My hand moves around her back, groping one of her ripe, round cheeks. “I’ve been dreaming about your tight little pussy squeezing me senseless until I shoot every pent up ounce of desire deep inside of you.” Ronnie gasps, arching her back and turning her head in my direction so that I can kiss her pretty mouth once more. “And here we are,” I groan into her mouth.
Gently I push her back until she’s sitting on the bed, and begin kissing up her inner thighs. My tongue finds her silky slit and dances all the way up to her tiny little pink bud. I give it a long, hard suck and insert one finger inside of her. Her desire drips down my hand, and into my mouth. I can’t lap it up fast enough as she soaks my comforter with her delicious nectar. It doesn’t take long until her hips move in tandem with my mouth, pelvis tilted forward, giving me access to more of her. Her knees drop open wider and her breath arrives in short, staccato spurts.