GRIT (The Silver Nitrate Series Book 2) (34 page)

Zenith took the microphone from her. People began to talk amongst themselves and meander to the adjoining room for the festivities.

“Hold up! My wife neglected to… Wait everyone!” he yelled into the microphone, making people pause and turn in his direction. “My wife failed to mention that she’s kinda a big damn deal! This woman created a video game called, ‘Musical Stars’, for Xbox and Windows PC, and it hits GameStop in less than two weeks!” Applause and whistling commenced. “I played it. It’s good; she’s really talented…and she made history by doing this! She is the first black woman at her company to create, manage, engineer, and even help market an adult video game that is going into major retail chains. I’m so proud of her.

“So when you see her tonight drinking, eating cake, dancing, and all up on me trying to get a free squeeze,” he said, to much whistling and cheers, “pull her aside and tell her congratulations… ’cause she deserves it.” He handed the microphone back to Javier, as more applause broke out and the crowd dispersed for good. Grabbing her by the waist, he held her tight against his chest.

“You surprised me with that song you sung. What you wrote was perfect,” she whispered. “That really touched me, hearing you sing it like that.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” He looked into her eyes. “You have got to be the most beautiful bride, like, ever.”

“Thank you.” She planted a kiss on his lips but before she could retreat, he gripped her softly around the neck, slid his tongue inside of her mouth, and worked it in slow, winding circles. After a few moments, he released her, then patted her softly on the ass.

“I’ll be over there in a minute to take the photos, baby.”

Walking away, she looked over her shoulder a time or two, then faded into the crowd. There he stood alone, staring at the front row of chairs. In one chair sat a framed photo of Paw, and right next to him, a framed photo of Mawmaw. Next to Mawmaw was a photo of his parents on their wedding day. In the final chair was a photo of a man he’d never met, but in a way, he felt he knew: David. Zenith bowed down to each of the photos and blew his mother and Mawmaw a kiss.

As he walked away, his heart full with the presence of those loved ones he felt around him, he murmured, “There are four seasons for the relationships with the people we love. But none of them are the end, only a continuation of what once hibernated, and is now beginning anew…”

S
heila E sang
‘A Love Bizarre’ on the radio. Silver lay across the bed, gobbling down a bowl of freshly rinsed strawberries sprinkled with a bit of sugar. Flexing her toes, she bobbed her head to the music as Zenith finished his shower. His luggage sat strewn across his side of the bed. The bathroom door opened, and the man walked out, naked as the day he was born. After all this time, she’d still smile and dare herself not to stare.

“What are you lookin’ at?” he asked with a smirk before turning away and opening up a drawer to fish for something inside.

“You.” Switch came on the radio with, ‘I Call Your Name’, and she began to snap her fingers. “My mama played the mess out of this song when I was a kid.” He flung his long, wet hair over one shoulder, then stood in front of the mirror and put a necklace on.

“Yeah? I didn’t hear this sort of music growing up, but I did at school or when I’d go over some of my friends’ houses. I’m grateful for that, because it just spurred me on, fed my love for music.”

She snickered when his ass seemed to do an involuntary twitch. It happened again, and she laughed that time. He kept doing it now, tightening and releasing the muscles to the music.

“I hate you, Zenith! So damn silly!” She let herself fall on the bed with a huff once she realized she’d been set up. “See, you play too much. You’re going to be late for your flight, in here horsing around.”

He turned around and began to dance, swaying his thin hips back and forth, doing the Hustle.

“How do you know how to do the Hustle?!” She cracked up. “You could have at least done the Cabbage Patch or something; you went too far back!”

“Bring your sexy ass over here…” he slurred, grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her towards him. She yelled and giggled, spilling the strawberries everywhere, staining the sheets. He kneed her legs apart, forcing her oversized plain white t-shirt up to gather around her hips.

“You’re going to be late,” she said halfheartedly, but her pussy told her to shut the fuck up… let that mothafucka deal with standby…

“If we start now, I can still be on time,” he said in a husky voice, layering her earlobe with delicate kisses to the tune of Trey Songz’, ‘More Than That.’ Gripping one of her breasts, he began to grind in between her legs, working her up. She closed her eyes, but soon opened them when he brought a strawberry to her lips, the other end of the fruit trapped between his teeth. She parted her lips a tad wider and bit into the thing as his big dick pressed enticingly against her nature. After both chewed their halves of the fruit, he grabbed another and placed it between his lips, then drifted lower and lower, until he lay right between her thighs. He moved the fruit along her clit, up and down, around and around. She sighed and bucked at his skills as her pussy pulsated and her body prepared for liftoff.

With deft fingers, he roamed her garden, opening her flower just so. She heard him swallow the fruit, then felt the light, feathery flick of his tongue at the entrance of her valley.

“Shit…” She sighed, falling deep inside the expressions of their love. Running her fingers wildly through his wet hair, she arched her back off the bed, her sudden climax leaving her spellbound. She froze in mid-motion, whimpering, losing focus and control as her pelvis contracted and her body rocked against his mouth. After a few moments, he rolled her over on her stomach, pushed her legs apart, and gripped a fistful of her hair. Without warning, he entered her, fast and proper, causing her to scream out as his thrusts became increasingly arduous.

“Am I hitting that base right, baby?!” he growled with another gentle yank of her hair. “Reached rock bottom, yet?!”

“Yes! Yes!”

“I’m not convinced!”

“Oh God!” she screamed out.

He thrust unbelievably deeper, and then fell upon her, his heavy weight pushing her down as his groin slapped violently into her ass. Warm, sweet breath rolled out from his mouth, brushing the gap between her neckline and shoulder. He possessively wrapped his arm around her neck and said things to her… things she’d never heard, things that caused her pause…

“I love the shit outta you… I’d go crazy if you gave my pussy away to someone else!”

“I won’t, baby!” She held onto the sheets for dear life. The bed shook and vibrated so loud, she feared they may end up on the ground with a hundred planks of wood around them.

“You better not… it’s
my
pussy!
Say
it!”

“It’s your pussy, baby!” He pulled her hair, jerking her neck back.

“You’re damn right it’s mine! Say it again!”

“It’s your pussy, baby!”

“I’m about to cum all up in this pussy!!!” He stiffened against her, thrust deep and hard a few more times before his molten warmth flooded her, filling her up. After lying still for a few moments, he reached clumsily for her hand. She met him half way, and as they intertwined their fingers, he gave a light squeeze. “I wish you were coming with me… You know I can’t stay more than a day away from you… damn,” he cursed angrily.

He rose from the bed, leaving her. She turned over onto her back, lifted one leg, completely relaxed, and looked him in his eyes. He seemed riveted by her pussy, which she intentionally exposed so he could see the drops of milky white semen he’d left behind.

“I wish I could, too. But someone has to stay back and watch the progression of our house being built and I have—”

“I know, I know, a new project.” He nodded in understanding and walked into the bathroom. She watched him turn on the sink through the open door. Reaching for his washcloth, he leisurely cleaned his dick, then returned to the bedroom. Lying on the bed beside her, Zenith looked into her eyes and began to gently wipe her pussy.

“I made a mess inside of you.” He grinned, but she could tell the damn freak was turned on.

“So, since your house sold before mine, and you have all of your shit in here, I thought—”

“All my shit in here?! You had enough room. Your house looked like you’d still just moved in!”

“Oh, shut up!” she mock chided. “As I was saying, I thought I’d try to speed the builders up a bit. I’m so glad your first tour is only for two months.”

“Yeah, but remember we agreed that you’re flying out to L.A. to be with us for a week while we hit San Diego and Vegas.”

“Yeeees, Master!”

“I’m serious.” He got up from the bed and began to get dressed. “And then you said you’d come to Boston, too; not that far for a couple of days, and then I get another week with you when we hit Tampa and Miami.”

“I have it all in my planner, baby. No worries…”

“Cool, cool…” He slid on his jeans over his boxers, moving faster, undoubtedly realizing how much time had passed. A few moments later, he pulled a white v-neck t-shirt over his head, combed his hair and tied it into a sloppy ponytail. Leaning over the bed, he gave her a kiss.

“I gotta go, baby. I’ll call you when I get there.”

“Okay.” He picked up his luggage and headed out the bedroom door. “You sure you don’t need me to drop you off at the airport, Zenith? It would be no trouble. Would take me just a few minutes to get dressed.”

“Nah, I’m cool. I already called Uber.”

“Alright.”

“I love you… keep the pussy on ice and tell her Papa will be back. We’ll hook back up in Cali!” With that, he slammed the door closed.

“I think you love my pussy more than you love me!”

“…I do!” he called out before cracking up laughing. She heard a horn blow; it had to be the cab. She threw up her middle finger, knowing he couldn’t see it but it didn’t matter. She was satisfied with simply doing it. Then, she fell back down on the mattress, feeling silly, in love, and just plain good. She listened to love song after love song play on the radio and lay in bed for an eternity, the scent of her lover, friend and soulmate lingering in the air. She no longer felt bogged down by the details of life, the things she couldn’t control, the issues she couldn’t change.

No, she felt like a champion of her life. She felt like for the first time, in a long time, she was winning…