“Good. We need doctors of your caliber serving the community and not flying off to the big city like Birmingham,” he says as only one who’s decided to stay in a small rural town could ever think of Birmingham as a big city.
“Yeah, the people need me more here than they do up there or in Nashville.” Lourdes gushes. I guess chatting with Alexander Soaring-Eagle is not the only thing she’s interested in doing these days.
“Well, enjoy your evening,” Lex says, giving us both an enigmatic smile. Then I remember the young women saying about the doctor coming to take the babies, and my stomach turns, almost making me spew the contents of my drink on the pristine white shirt-clad back of the doctor.
Turning to Lourdes, I’m determined to get to the bottom of this mess. “Hey, I need to ask you something —”
“I thought that was you over here.” Comes the calm, cultured and deeply southern baritone of Bahir Carrington. He’s looking mighty fine in all black, from the Stetson he grips in his big hands, that’s reserved only for church, highfalutin social events and the juke joint — to his nice-fitting black Wranglers and gleaming python boots.
“Y’all wanna dance or are y’all just out here looking pretty?” Lucien, his brother, coming up beside him, asks, his deepdimples making the sinful look in his eyes almost seem innocent. Almost, but not quite. That man is dangerous as any of his other six male siblings.
“We came to celebrate my bestie being matched with her top choice.” I inform them, not happy to have my question cut off, but if it had to be by anyone then these big, fine men who went to battle for me, Kandie and the Love family, couldn’t be a terrible choice. Perhaps I should be out here keeping my options open instead of looking to the past with a person who obviously either let me believe a lie out of spite or is the worst sort of human.
Not feeling like parsing the truth at this moment, I give in to the liquor as it settles in, giving me a nice warm feeling down to the tips of my toes, allowing soothing sensations to take over instead of the anxiety the twins’ words stirred in me..
“Well, let’s get this celebration started then.” Bahir pulls me behind him onto the dance floor that’s already filled with couples two-stepping.
We fall in line. In seconds he’s twirling me around him, lifting me, following along with the rhythm of the song. I laugh, having more fun since before I left Senegal.
“You’re a pretty little thang, you know that?” Bahir says, biting his lip, looking down at me with the promise of pleasure in his eyes. He’s not as tall as Snake and I curse myself for even taking note. He’s more than tall enough, and his dark brown skin is so luscious and dark it gleams almost blue under the dark lights of the club.
“So, I’ve been told.” I say, trailing my finger across his chest as I strut around him in a circle like the dance calls for.
“How’s your art healing?” I ask after he catches and then twirls me as the song ends.
“Good. No fever. You did a great job.” He nods, a question in his eyes. I mean, if I felt more than sisterly affection, I wouldn’thesitate. Plus, this town is messy as hell. I don’t want to cause more problems than people think I have already.
“Whew, that was fun.” Heading back over to the bar, I notice Lourdes is still dancing with Lucian.
“You want a drink? I got you.” Bahir offers.
“When I get back from the ladies’ room.” I throw the comment over my shoulder at him, feeling the pressure in my bladder.
After I finish my lady business and wash my hands, I charge out to make the of this evening with my bestie and the new friends.
Hard hands snatch me, pulling me into a dark alcove. “Why are you in such a rush, ti touman mwen?” I look into the hard gaze of Snake as he snarls down at me. “It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten who the fuck you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to you.” I try to push past him only for him to slam me back against the wood grain of the wall.
“Let’s think about that, shall we — I’m the only man who’s been inside you. Will be the only motherfucker splitting that sweet little pussy open. It’s best you understand that before you get a well-meaning guy’s head cut off ‘round here, muchacha.”
“Let go.” I pull.
“Nah, I don’t think so. Seems like you need reminding.” Firm lips crash into my mouth, allowing no dissent. In all honesty, any resistance flees the moment his lips touch mine. When his tongue tangles with mine, making me take him as he fucks my mouth, my pussy slicks with essence ready to welcome him. He has me trained for him in every way. His touch evokes a ritual of pleasure.
His heavy body leans into mine. I feel his heavy dick pressing into my belly insistent. I moan, buckling under the pressure.
“Open more, sweet girl, give me that mouth.” He growls as his big hand cups my throat. tilting me so I have no other recourse but to allow him to do whatever he wants.
“Umm,” I moan as certain ecstasy dances on the precipice of my reality. His being inside me, me, a certainty if we continue in that moment. I can’t say that I’d want to stop him.
His hand trails down, rucking up the frilly skirt my bestie insisted I wear. Warm fingers graze my thighs. My breath hitches.
“I know this kitty is going to be drenched for me.” A wild smile kicks up at the corner of his mouth as his fingers dip into my boy shorts.
“Fuuuck,” he groans when his fingers meet the evidence of my desire. Two long, thick fingers sink inside me. “This fat motherfucker juicy, lil’mama.” He growls, his gaze snagging mine.
“Saban.” I freeze upon hearing Lourdes calling my name. “We need to go.”
