GRIT (The Silver Nitrate Series Book 2) (15 page)

“Yes, baby!” she hissed. “Give it to me! Give me that big dick, Zenith!”

“I’m going to keep giving you
all
this dick, baby! You love this big dick pushing in and out of your pussy, don’t you?!”

“Yes! Cum in me baby. Let me feel it.” He gritted his teeth and gripped her neck as he slammed into her over and over… speechless. He could see in her eyes she relished the power over him.

She’d driven him crazy, and she had to know it. Silver’s pussy was premium, but now they’d taken it to a new level, and he’d never be satisfied with anyone else.

She’d ruined him for the better…

He exploded then, his hips locked as he shot deep inside of her. He heard himself groaning as he came, talking and cursing at the top of his lungs, but no longer had any idea what he was saying. She made him feel like a king of her throne with the sexy things she whispered as he spilled inside of her.

“Keep on… I can take it… that’s right, baby…” she whispered.

His eyes glazed over, yet he could still see her big, wide smile. With a grunt and a growl, he fell down upon her, pushing his cock in and out of her at a slower pace, the last of his cum trickling out… He didn’t want it to stop, for he’d never cum so hard in his entire life; he was flying on cloud nine.

Taking a deep breath, he rolled onto his back, his slightly tangled hair wet with sweat and his body tingling all over. Bringing her close in his embrace, he kissed her in the middle of her forehead. He couldn’t say the words; he was too inside of himself, unable to articulate what was on his mind. But his heart knew the truth, and it whispered to him as they lay there together, drifting to sleep, deeper in love than he’d ever imagined possible…

I’ve met my best friend. That’s you, baby… You’re going to be my wife. I just know this. I never even thought about marrying anybody, even the women I loved before you. But I’ve never loved anyone as much as you, either. I feel like a kid with you, like I can just be fucking free. It’s so liberating. Your kiss is my magic pill. Your arms around me when I can’t tell you how angry and upset I am bring me a cure. The way you look at me when I make love to you, shit… it hits me right here, right in the heart. The way we argue sometimes, and then bust out laughing a few minutes later like nothing happened…it’s magic. You finish my sentences, my thoughts, and answer my prayers. You’re my silver lining and good luck charm. I ain’t going nowhere without you…

T
he Bantu knots
atop her head began to itch, but they looked so good! She dared herself to not drag her nail across her scalp and give it a good scratch, especially while sitting at her desk, crammed against the wall of an aggravating deadline.

Still, things were going well. After meeting with a Japanese animator, who she’d had the pleasure of picking his brain, she’d set the wheels in motion. She was top secret on the shit; no one was allowed to know what she was cooking up, but she promised glitz, glamour, a touch of murderous mayhem, the works. Simone called her in for frequent meetings, trying to pull information from her but Silver refused to budge. Work was what was needed, for it fueled her, made things a little easier especially after the entirely unexpected events of previous evening…

As she wrapped her scarf around her neck and grabbed her car keys to drive to her bi-weekly, grief group meeting, she was stopped in her tracks by her longhaired lover… There Zenith stood on her steps, his complexion reddened as if he were embarrassed beyond belief. His thick, dark eyebrow shot up as he briefly turned away, looking towards the street, then back in her direction.

“A, you want some company tonight?”

“Yeah, sure, come on.” He got into the passenger seat of her car, being rather quiet as they drove. The music of Jeremih’s ‘Planes’ filled the tight space. Uncertain what had prompted his cooperation, she stopped herself short from asking the question each and every time she started to say the words. Besides, did it really matter? He was there… and that was the most important thing. She held his hand, their fingers interlinked, and kept on her route until she reached the library. He got out the car quickly, left her scrambling to get her seatbelt off.

Thrusting his hands in his jacket pockets, he jittered about, uncertain what to do with himself. He widened the gap between them and looked around, as if he were walking alone and preferred it that way. Silver gave him the occasional side glance, but didn’t dare speak. Besides, she recalled all too well feeling out of sorts during her first meeting as well, and nothing anyone said or did had made it any easier. Soon, they were inside.

The scent of fresh newspapers and bubble gum filled her nostrils as they entered a back conference room lined with two bookshelves chock full of unsorted paperbacks. Several people were there; most gave an acknowledging nod or a gentle wave of the hand. She spotted two seats side by side, and made her way across, hoping Zenith was right behind her. A small part of her feared he’d stay back, possibly even retreat. Her sweetie wasn’t afraid of much, but she was certain the prospect of talking about the dead amongst the living made him a bit uneasy. He hadn’t spoken another word, and from his tight expression, he had no intentions of doing so anytime soon. They sat side by side and a few moments later, the group leader, a black man by the name of Tyrese, leaned forward and smoothed out his red and blue striped sweater.

“Hey everybody, hope everyone is keeping warm tonight,” he said, scooting his thin-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his long nose. He offered a crooked grin.

Several responses and pleasantries rolled over one another as people adjusted and attempted to get comfortable in a room that was entirely too cool, devoid of adequate heat. Tyrese had lost his partner in a car accident about two years previously, and this had sent him into a tailspin of depression. The two were engaged to be married, but that never happened. He was easy to talk to and everyone seemed to like him, which only made the process that much easier.

Easier… Zenith didn’t look relaxed or filled with anything short of a mountain of anxiety.

Several people shared tales from their workweek, while others disclosed their state of mind and any difficulties they’d faced in dealing with their grief following the death of a loved one. A certain sense of awkwardness made its presence known when she realized she was next up to speak. She had never spoken of her ex-husband around Zenith since their last discussion about him, months earlier. She’d gotten used to purging in front of these people, but Zenith… well, she’d removed him from the equation a bit. She forced a smile and began.

‘Last week, I went through some old court papers of David’s… There were always court papers.’ She shook her head and made big work of rubbing an invisible spot of dirt from her right palm with her thumb. ‘It’s funny how, when we know something is bad, we accept it, but then… we sometimes forget some things over time. I don’t know if I forgot this out of convenience, or because I felt I had to. All I know for certain is I forgot in an effort to forget the feeling of responsibility, too. Responsibility for his death… I know I wasn’t to blame now, I knew it in my mind, but… you know how the heart is. It does what it does.’ Several people nodded in agreement. ‘I’m not sure where I was going with all of that, and what I was going to do with it, but I didn’t think there was any way to really get rid of it until someone came into my life.’

She looked over at Zenith, and didn’t miss the smile that budded across his face even as he looked down at the ground.

‘I wasn’t looking for him, and he wasn’t looking for me, but we found each other anyway… and I liked what we discovered. He told me one day that he didn’t do threesomes.’ A few people chuckled, causing her to smile. ‘I knew what he meant, and I’d never really thought of it that way. He was right, and if I wanted him and me to even have a friendship, then I had to deal with this. It was affecting me at work, and it was messing up my personal life in ways I didn’t even recognize.

‘My attitude was deteriorating. I didn’t trust people; I didn’t trust myself, either… so,’ she said with a shrug, ‘I just stayed away. But with a bit of time, with someone loving me and caring for me as a person, I began to learn the steps to look at this in a different way, and forgive myself for not being able to save him from himself. David…’ She looked down, away from everyone. ‘David is dead. But I’m still alive, and so is my boyfriend… He’s shown me how to love again.” She sniffed and wiped a tear away. A warm flood of applause followed, and he took her hand and kissed it. After the clapping died down, he slowly got to his feet.

She looked up at him in surprise.

“Oh, do we not stand up?” he asked upon seeing all the blank looks.

“No, but you can,” Tyrese said around a smile.

“Uh, okay… sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Go right ahead… however you feel comfortable. It’s on you.”

Zenith nodded. “My girlfriend, Silver, invited me to these meetings a while back. I didn’t want to go and instead of seeing that I needed this, I did what I guess they call deflection, right? Like when you want to take the focus off your own shit, but, oh wait, sorry… Didn’t mean to cuss.” He put up his hands as if in surrender.

“It’s okay,” Tyrese said pleasantly. “Just speak from the heart.”

“Okay, well, I just didn’t want to look at what was going on with me so I just put it all back on her. I think I made some valid points to her but that didn’t change the fact that I was still holding on to some stuff. I never really have gotten over my parents’ death, and I’ve never told anyone the whole story, what REALLY happened.’ He took a deep breath then continued. ‘In my culture, certain things are taboo. All cultures have their things, right? Well, in Seneca tradition, the elders are important. But, there is something going on that the elders don’t want to talk about—one is HIV and AIDS and the other is suicide.’

Silver looked at him curiously.

“My father cheated on my mother. I don’t know why but by most accounts, they were happy and in love. I was just a little kid when they died, but I remember them showing each other a lot of affection, and loving one another. I just think some people cheat,’ he said in an even tone. He shrugged. ‘As men, we do stupid shit like that, even when we got somebody down by us, treating us right. Doesn’t mean we don’t love who we’re with; we’re just selfish. In this case, I guess he was thinking he could do as he did and it would be okay, ’cause my mother wouldn’t find out. I’ve cheated before, not with a wife but a girlfriend, yet I was young then and it happened… I didn’t exchange any vows. That’s really serious to me. Don’t make what I did right, but I guess maybe I take marriage more seriously than some, including him.

‘Anyway, he cheated with a woman that was HIV positive, or had AIDS—I really don’t know which one but she had the disease. She knew she had it, but she wanted my father anyway. From what I understand, a lot of women wanted my father, but he was in love, right?’ He shook his head. ‘So he and this chick had an affair, right? He didn’t know she was infected and he ended up givin’ it to my mother. By the time he found out what was goin’ on, he had full blown AIDS.’