I watched as he leaned in until his mouth met mine, and my eyes instinctively shut. The magnetism that flowed through our first kiss made me want to show off my kissing skills. Trek needed to know that I wanted to kiss him just as badly as hewanted to kiss me. To hell with my sweaty ass hands. I needed to feel his toned, rich-brown skin.
Our bodies were free of jackets, so my hands caressed up-and-down his muscular back. From the feel of the hard ripples in his back through the shirt, it was evident that Trek didn't miss a day inside his at-home gym, which was surely a perk for me.
The heat from his big body warmed me. I relaxed under his touch and basked in the fluid motion of our tongues moving as one.My god, he could kiss.
Trek's hand trailed across my chest and gripped my neck. My body was on fire. He was for sure a passionate lover. Rolling mills filled my head. How could a kiss ignite me like a furnace yet calm like a gentle breeze? I could kiss him for hours. Our tongues coiled together, hands groped the warmest parts of our bodies, signaling that this passion was long, long overdue. Trek's hardness bumped against my thigh, and my eyes popped open.
What the hell? That man packed more artillery than the US military. At my stillness, a devilish smirk made his cheeks rise. He knew exactly what was going on.
Trek released me and took a couple of steps. My eyes went right to the bulge in his pants, and I could not believe my eyes.
"Yeah, Travel, it's like that, but only for you. Thank you for a beautiful first date. Have a good night."
He walked away. Damn, I couldn't wait to fit in the space between his bowlegs. When his big body was about to pass the room next to his, I called out to him.
"Trek?"
"Yeah, beautiful?" he turned and faced me.
"When are you going to show me what's inside that room?"
He smirked and twisted the knob. Trek looked back at me and ushered for me to see for myself. I swallowed and took slow steps toward him. When I made it, he made room for me to step inside.
It was pitch black inside until I stepped in. Like clockwork, all the lights turned on automatically. I inhaled a deep breath of air. I was not prepared. It was as if someone had thrust me into aFifty Shades of Greynovel.
My eyes scanned the dark burgundy room in awe and interest. Sex toys of all kinds lined the shelves on the walls. There was a huge bed that sat on a circular disc in the middle of the room. A few feet away was a sex swing that could seat me perfectly.What the hell? How did I get involved in this?
The room was lined with wall-to-wall black carpet. There was a music system set up and rows and rows of more sex toys and lubrication. I had words. Loads of words were stuck in my head and lodged in my throat.How? When? Why?
Why didn't he tell me that sex play was an interest of his? I've read books on BDSM, but I never thought about exploring. Mook wasn't into kinky sex. Only the basics were good for him. Things were surely different with Trek.
I exited the room and stepped in front of him. I went to speak, but he stopped me. "We'll talk about it later. Let this room marinate in your head overnight. I'll see you in the morning." He kissed my forehead, closed the door, and then entered his room, leaving me in the hallway by myself.What a fuckin' night!
Chapter 6
Trek
Ididn't want to leave Travel or Deshoni, but duty called. It was my job to transport various goods, except narcotics. I refused to fuck with that shit again. Dealing with that shit was how I almost missed Junior's birth. I'd been locked up a few times for possession before and after he was born. The last time I was released, I vowed never to fuck with it again. It's been close to eight years, and I hadn't dealt with that shit. I had no desire to mess with narcotics anyway. The real money was in transporting cases of cash to the right owners or transporting people on the run. Dirty money needed to be transported as undetected as possible, and I was the man for the job.
Once I got out of the petty street thug life, I cleaned up my act. Travel made me book smart while I upgraded my street smarts. I met a guy who knew a guy, and ever since then, I've been successful at being a transporter for the past ten years. My money was stacked for years, but what I mainly craved was to spend it on my best friend.
God, I was in love with that woman. Travel had no idea how much I loved, adored, and admired her. She was so much and still some more after that. I wasn't sure if she believed me or notabout how I felt about her, but I had plans to spend the rest of my life showing her.
While I drove to a seedy bar in Ohio, my fingertips traced over my lips, as if I could still feel her lips on mine. It was the best fuckin' kiss I'd ever received. I wasn't prepared for how skilled she was at kissing. I could honestly kiss Travel all day long and wouldn't spend a second worried about exhaustion. Under her was where I wanted to be for as long as I could. What a blessing it would be to share a life with her, not to mention having her tied to my bed in my sex room, would be the highlight of my life. She was interested. I could feel that she was.
It was already a privilege to share the same space with Travel. Now it was only a matter of time before I convinced her to be a part of my life. I'd accomplished all my goals except one... Travel.
I'd had too many dreams of waking up to her in the morning and going to bed with her. She was the first and last face I wanted to see whenever it was time to close or open my eyes. Not to mention, I'd wanted to wake her up with the best morning head and sex ever. She deserved not only to be adequately loved but also sexually pleased to the fullest capacity. Travel was statuesque with a slim-thick, curvy build. A body like hers should be worshipped day and night, which was what I planned to do once given the green light. For now, it was time to focus on my job.
I pulled into the parking lot of the shitty bar and killed the engine. Apparently, that small joint was the largest money-laundering operation known to those who needed to know. All I had to do was pick up my delivery and drop it off in Indianapolis. I'd be back in time before my babies woke up.
While I tucked my piece in the back of my waistband, my eyes scanned the dark parking lot. There were about ten to twelve cars parked. However, the sight of a gray and slightlytinted SUV caught my attention. It was cloudy as hell in there, so they were clearly having a hotbox session. I was still on guard, though. You could never be too cautious in this business.
There was a red license plate cover over their plate, and I made a mental note of it.
I climbed out of my sports sedan, which I used for transportation, and proceeded to the building. My suit was sharp, so I felt good tonight. When I stepped inside, it looked exactly as I'd imagined. The customers were spread out. Their stereo system was probably ten years too old, and the tables and chairs were wooden and had probably been here before I was born. Everyone looked as if they were regulars, and the spots they sat in were theirs only.
My eyes landed on the bartender. She was brown-skinned and looked middle-aged, with her long weave ponytail. The directions were to ask her for Skinny Lou.
