Page 38 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“This shit is crazy,” he said in disbelief, standing back to his feet.

“What’s her name?” I asked.

“Katherine.”

I smiled and squatted beside her chair, watching as her eyes followed me.

“It’s nice to meet you, Katherine. I love your gloves.” I complimented her.

The gloves she wore were obviously crocheted by hand with miscellaneous items attached that made noise I assumed for sensory purposes. Despite her condition, Katherine was a beautiful woman with short ginger red hair that was styled in a bob. Her eyes were identical to Ethan’s. The shade of blue was so hypnotizing. She was a little on the frail side. but that was understandable, considering her circumstances. She was clean and dressed immaculately. I knew that if she were healthy and able to get around, she’d be a force to be reckoned with.

Gently, I tucked her loose hair behind her ear and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before standing back up.

“She likes you,” Ethan spoke.

I couldn’t do anything but glance at him with a smile. I understood his reasoning for bringing me there, but I hated that both he and his mother were dealing with something so tragic. It did make me think about my situation with Rob. I would never want my baby girl to go through what Ethan had to go through. It wouldn’t be fair to her emotionally and mentally. I was actually glad he opened my eyes to what could happen.

In my mind, God was sending me a sign right through Ethan, and the only thing I could do was take heed and appreciate the warning.

We sat with his mother for about thirty more minutes. Halfway through that time, she had gone back to the state she was in when we first arrived. The sadness in Ethan’s eyes and his demeanor caused me to hug him tight. To be honest, I didn’t want to let him go.

After saying our goodbyes, we went to pick up something to eat, and unexpectedly, he took me back to his place.

“I’m well past my lunch break. I’ve already had a run in with Trenton because I was late this morning, and now you’re trying to get me fired.” I said and bit into a mozzarella stick.

“What you talking about?” His eyebrow lifted.

“One more slip up, and he said I’m fired. So, I’m sure, I’ll be hearing his mouth as soon as I step into the building.” I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t sweat it. You good. As bad as he wants to pretend he does, his bitch ass doesn’t have any authority when it comes to that company. I’m top dawg. He can’t do shit without running it past me. You’e not going anywhere unless I say so,” he assured me.

“You’re a good man, Ethan. I appreciate you and how you go out of your way to make me feel good. Although I’m sure business shouldn’t be mixed with pleasure.” I smirked.

“Who said that? We’re both grown, and we can do whatever we want. Who’s gon’ stop us?” He licked his bottom lip.

That raging feeling I had the night he took me home rushed over me. Lust sizzled its way throughout my body as I took in his appearance. He was right. We were grown, and it had been a minute since I had a decent sex session. My body was yearning and calling his name, and he knew it. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close to me. My breathing increased as I initiated a kiss that started out slow and smooth. The way he sucked on my lips had me wondering what it would feel like for him to suck the pair between my legs. As if he could read my mind, he started unbuttoning my pants. I wanted him in the worst way, so I allowed him to take control.

Before he got my pants off, he picked me up and took me to his bedroom. Tossing my clothes to the floor piece by piece, I noticed he was examining my body. A part of me felt so embarrassed as he witnessed the bruises that still covered my upper arms, ribs and legs. Instead of speaking his mind, he placed sweet and gentle kisses on every single wound. My anxiety was at an all time high because I knew we were about to go all the way, and there wouldn’t be any turning back. Besides my dildos, Rob had been the only person to enter my garden of Eden.

When I felt Ethan lightly blow on my entrance, my eyes closed as I relaxed my body. His tongue dancing against my clit had me squirming. This man took his time, and ate me up as if I was wounded. Well shit, technically I was. He was so gentle but the pressure of his tongue held so much power. I was taking deep breaths as if it would be my last because he had me in a frenzy. His tongue made love to me in a way I’d never felt before. As my legs began to involuntarily shake, I held onto the back of his head while rotating my hips.

“Be still. Don’t move unless I tell you.” He bit the inside of my left thigh.

The way his tongue attacked me, it was hard not to move around. He removed my hands from his head and held them down as he feasted.

“Shit! You have to stop!” I squirmed.

I could feel myself about to explode, literally. Huffing, he shot up with a look of irritation plastered on his face.

“I told you to stop moving,” he said before getting up to walk across the room.

He fumbled around in a dresser drawer until he found what he was searching for. With a smirk on his face, he dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of me.

“Put your arms above your head and grab the bars on the headboard,” he instructed.

I always wanted to try some kinky shit, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready at that moment. I must’ve taken too long to follow his instructions because he did it for me. The cold steel clamped around my wrist tight enough for me not to slip my hands out. I watched as he paced the room as if he were deep in thought.

Finally, he came back over to the bed and leaned in close to me. His baby blues searched my eyes as I waited for him to speak his mind or at least continue what he had started.