Saint And Sinners (110 page)

“I know I
put that tool kit somewhere in here,” Saint mumbled in frustration as he sorted through
mechanical odds and ends in the garage. This was a perfect, quiet time to repair Dakarai’s
bike. Despite it being winter, the persistent boy reminded him constantly of its broken
brake and looked forward to the pending springtime when he’d promised to remove the
training wheels, and let him have a go of it. It didn’t help that a bike shop happened
to be near their house, and that they passed by it practically every damn day on his
way to school. Such would always jar the boy’s memory, remind him that Daddy had still
not fixed the broken part. Saint knew he could fix the damn thing himself, in the
peace and quiet, especially since the children were out and about this afternoon.
A nice young woman Xenia had befriended at the radio station spoke of a Children’s
Musuem event, and Hassani, Dakarai and even Isis had seemed excited to attend. Xenia
dropped off the children at the bus pick up, and returned sooner than he had anticipated.

“’Sup, baby…” He could hear her behind him, simply standing there as he turned over
more boxes and raided their contents. “I’m looking for my yellow screw driver. Since
we’ve moved, I can’t seem to find anything.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” He got a whiff of her perfume, paused, then continued
with his search.

“Tryna fix Dakarai’s bike.” He chuckled. “I figured he’d be surprised when he gets
back home…damn!” Saint pulled out two shoe boxes filled with more odds and ends, but
no screwdriver.

“What would you like to do after I get this finished? I thought maybe we could go
get a late lunch or maybe just take a drive around. Maybe even visit my dad and stepmother.”

The woman remained eerily silent, which took him a bit off guard. He slowly rose and
took a good look at her, and realized they weren’t on the same page. Hell, not even
in the same book. By the look in her eyes, she had other things in mind…

“I want to get dirty…” She slicked her tongue real slow over her lips, then proceeded
to remove her damn clothes. He stood there, gripping a musty cardboard box, daring
himself to blink and miss any of the action playing out.

“What did you have in mind?” His voice cracked as his dick jerked about in his pants.

“Fuck me next to your toys.”

“Hmmm?” He paused, taking a long gander at her.

“You want to go into the red room? Oh yeah, that’s cool.” He set the damn box down
on the workshop bench and proceeded to go back into the house.

“No, your toys…your prized possessions…your cars…”

“You want me to fuck you in the garage?” He couldn’t help but smile, feeling himself
float on the damn notion itself.

“Yeah, on top of your silver Lamborghini…the one you almost act like is even more
important than me.” She smirked and pointed to herself.

“My limited edition? You want me to put you on the hood of my baby, and
fuck
you?” he repeated, getting off on the whole damn thing. But he’d play the game…oh
yes, he’d play to win.

“Yup.” She crossed her arms, sass in her attitude as she popped one hip out in a daring
gesture.

“I don’t know who you think you’re fuckin’ wit!” He grabbed the woman by the arm and
tossed her over his damn shoulder, causing a ruckus and rumble of laughter to emit
from her perfect lips.

She kicked her legs back and forth, beating him about the back as he made his way
to the sweet, silver lady on wheels, and placed Xenia onto the hood of his girl, Platinum
Pearl…yes, she had a name. He looked down at her with an intense stare as he pushed
her legs apart and lay between them. The woman squirmed about, balking about the coldness
of the metal against her nude body.

“…Shoulda thought about that before you dared me to give it to you nice ’nd good.
He unzipped his pants, his fingers flying as he released the beast that roared for
her pleasure.

“Uhhh!” Without preamble, he shoved himself inside of her, pinned her down, made her
take it.

“Ohhhh God!” He bounced her body, making her slide up and down the damn thing as he
thrust in and out. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy. The garage remained dimly lit; only
one bulb in the corner gave a fraction of reflection. The odor of motor oil served
more as an aphrodisiac than a turn-off…and he could see that she, too, felt the same,
as her brows bunched and her pussy quaked around his thrusting cock.

“Uhhhh! Gimme that pussy, come on, now! Uhhh!” He thrust harder. “Work this dick like
a gear shift, baby. You wanted to get in the driver’s seat, so drive, damn it, drive!
Uhhhh!”

“Ahhhh…” She dug her fucking nails into his ass cheeks as she gyrated against his
form, twisting and turning, making him sink even further inside of her.

Saint was losing control again; so much so, he somehow managed to turn the damn car
on from the animalistic way they were taking one another. Pearl’s engine purred as
his energy poured into Xenia, and made a mess of the vehicle’s circuitry. “Oh shit!”
she cried out while looking into his vibrant eyes that glowed just a bit brighter
than before. The woman rotated her hips harder and gripped him around his neck, holding
on, causing him to strain and curse.

“Fuck me, harder, Saint! Harder!”

He gripped her hips with all of his might, sinking his fingers into her fleshy, curved
thighs.

“Uhhh! Hard enough for you?! Uhhhh!”

“Shit! Yes! Like that!”

“Uhhh! Uhhhh!” She slid up and down the car hood, banging against it as he took her
there. “Uhhhh! Hard like that, baby?! Uhhh! You want
all
this dick, huh?! You missed it? I didn’t give you enough this morning, huh? Uhhh!
Want me to drive
all
this cock inside of you! Make my nuts slap your pussy lips silly, huh?! Your wish
is my command! Uhhh!” She bounced like a ping-pong ball and soon felt her nails digging
into his wrists as she shook against him, cream running down from between her legs,
coating her quivering thighs—and her eyes vacant, distant, as she drifted far away.

He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it, anchoring himself as he went full steam
ahead, pressing his chest onto hers and slicking his tongue inside of her mouth. He
held her steady as they stared into each other’s eyes. While the woman gently gripped
his ass with both hands, he pushed within her to the max, his dick throbbing deep
inside of her, inclined to detonate.

“Baby…” he whispered in her ear as he enfolded his arms around her waist. “Surprise
sex is some of the
best
sex. What a beautiful afternoon gift. You never stop amazing me.” He beamed, causing
her to do the same as she kissed him lovingly and gingerly moved strands of his disheveled
hair out of his face. He bent a bit lower and kissed her collarbone, then let himself
go.

“Ohhhh…uhhhhh…” He moaned, pumping his hips ever so slowly, allowing his cock to thrust
and push with its own vibration, firing liquid warmth inside of her. “Ohhhhhh baby!”
His body jolted forcefully as he continued to cum, filling her up, holding her close
to him, ever so tightly. They laid there quietly for a good while, wrapped around
one another like ropes.

“You want to help me fix Dakarai’s bike?” He already knew the damn answer. Xenia would
be asleep soon but it couldn’t hurt to try.

“That’s his Daddy’s job,” she teased, giggling so.

“Well then, get in the kitchen and make a sandwich since you wanna go down that road!”

She cackled, playfully hit him across the back. Sluggish, he lifted himself from her
naked body, reached between them and gently removed his cock from her sweet pussy.
Xenia sat up, too, slid off the car and redressed. He watched her, pretending to be
engrossed in finding the screwdriver once again.

“I love watching you get dressed, but I love you taking off your clothes more,” he
flirted, not missing her smile as she slung her purse back over her shoulder. “Ahhh,
here it is!” He grasped the Phillips-head and proudly waved it in the air as if it
were some prize. “After I fix this bike, I’ll meet you in the red room, baby. I’m
in the mood for a little light weight bondage.” He winked at her and his dick thickened
all over again, happy with the prospect.

Yawning, she feigned to not be interested as she approached the garage door, surrounding
the knob with her fingers.

“Oh, I might be busy. I may have some things to do.”

“I agree. You got some shit to do all right; that’ll be
me
!” He joked, causing her to laugh.

“All right, you got it. I’ll be waiting.” She blew him a kiss as she exited.

He looked at the closed door for a while and tapped the tool against his open palm.

Ain’t nothing in this world sweeter than my woman… There’s nothing more lovely than
her laughter and her smiling face. Nothing sexier than her orgasm… and there’s nothing
more beautiful than the way she makes me feel…

*

I
biza Kids became
the terrific shoe-shopping haunt of the family. The shoe store that catered to tiny
tots turned out to be an all time favorite for Isis and Dakarai. Hassani remained
rather indifferent; he’d have much preferred a fresh pair of new Nikes. Saint stood
outside the place, looking down at his watch. He shivered a little when the cold dropped
what felt like an additional ten degrees. Xenia was taking her sweet, buttercup time,
sashaying here and there, but he promised to be on his best behavior, and even hold
her purse on occasion. As he stood there, he noticed the snowflakes were particularly
fluffy and large, almost like clusters of artificial sweetener. He’d never really
studied them before. He took them for granted, for in his lifetime, his mission was
to never stand out in the snow and be taken under. No, East Coast winters were painfully
miserable at times. He’d rush here, there and everywhere, just to escape it all—but
right then, at that moment, he rather enjoyed it.

They say no two snowflakes are exactly alike…

He stuck out his tongue, unable to resist the urge. A flash memory of Xenia doing
something similar many years earlier came to his mind. That same evening, a little
over a decade past, had started as wonderfully magical but ended in a nightmare when
he was shot, his life thrust on the line. Earlier that fateful day, he’d made love
to her against an alley wall. It was fucking freezing, but their body heat, and the
way she looked into his eyes, had made it all worthwhile.

A few moments later, he was jerked out of his happy mood and mixed-emotion memories.
He got a whiff of something unsettling, off-putting. Turning to his right, and then
his left by the ‘Don’t Walk’ blinking orange sign stood two people—Demon Children.
Much to his surprise, they simply gave a wave and briefly bowed their head in acknowledgement.
Saint smirked as they crossed the street and went on their way.

Players gone play…

Just then, the door of the storefront opened, and out bustled his family, meeting
him on the sidewalk. Xenia’s arms were now full with two oversized bags. Saint immediately
grabbed them, but not before placing a kiss smack dab in the middle of her forehead.

“Why thank you, baby!” She giggled. “Isis wants to go to the bakery. They have those
lemon cupcakes she likes.”

“Are you sure they aren’t strawberry cookies from the cute, little Marco?!” he hissed,
full of immature venom.

“You can never just let stuff go!” Xenia laughed, hitting him playfully on the shoulder.

“I can never let
you
go…so if that is what you mean, you’d be correct.” He grabbed her gloved hand, feeling
the leather around her fingers, and took Isis by hers—tiny hands covered in soft,
sage mittens, while the boys walked on either side of them.

It was a good day. It was a damn good day…

*