The 'N' Word, Book 1 (40 page)

“
D
OES YOUR UNDERWEAR
always match? You seem like the kinda lady that would like Victoria’s Secret, or stuff like that?” He chortled, pleased as pudding to be on the phone with his baby again.

“Yes, I try to buy sets. I do like nice lingerie.”

“That’s good… I’d like to see you wearin’ it.”

“You will, trust me.”

Aaron tossed Dr. Owens a glance, glad to see the man distracted, swimming in his own nerdy world.

“I can buy you all sorts of lingerie, Melissa… whatever you want, when I get outta here.” He cleared his throat and ran his hand discreetly over his budding erection. “Do you like it when a man takes control, darlin’?”

“…Yes.”

“I like to take care of my woman, take care of
everything
… just as it’s supposed to be. That includes in bed.” He swallowed. “You gonna give me some of that pussy when I get up outta here? Don’t try to be stingy now, string it out.” He grinned.

“Yeah…” He could hear the sly smile in her reply. “You know I will.”

“I imagine you naked more times than I should, lookin’ so beautiful, with your long, black hair and silky, cream colored skin… and I grab you ’round your waist, kiss all over that body of yours, take my time… my sweet time… and then I disappear between your legs and eat your pussy…eat it real good, ’cause I’m famished, baby.”

The woman audibly swallowed, her gesture urging him on.

“I’d rub all over your pussy with my fingers and face, bury my face all in it… Shit, Melissa… what I’d do to taste your pussy right now!” He gripped the damn armchair with all of his might as he fell into a hedonistic spell. “Mail me your panties when we get off the phone.”

“What?” She laughed.

“You heard me. When we get off this phone, take those panties off and mail ’em to me.”

“You know I’m not allowed, but it can’t stop us from dreaming, right? Mmmm… I’d like you to be next to me right now, Aaron.”

“Dreamin’…yeah, that’s all I got. It’s what I hold onto. I thought about sittin’ your pretty little ass down on my lap, but in my imagination, you’re wearin’ a dress…”

“And what happens next?”

“I’m pulling your dress up…”

He was met with a band of stilted silence, then he heard the woman gulp. His face creased with a devious grin.

“I’d shove your panties to the side, feel the softness, slick wetness of your pussy lips and then work my fingers inside you… two, then three… spreadin’ you open, thrustin’ in and out of you, deeper and deeper. Your walls feel so soft and warm…”

“Mmmm….”

“And then you’d start riding my hand real fast and hard, but I don’t want my hand to have all the fun, so I’d slide my fingers outta your pussy, suck ’em, lick each one clean, then undo my pants…” He shot another glance over at Dr. Owens who appeared to be in own world, oblivious to the shit he was doing.

“And then what?” she panted.

“You sound breathless, baby. Are you playin’ with yourself? Rubbin’ your pussy real good?”

“Yes…” She moaned.

He smirked with sheer satisfaction. “And then I’d shove my big cock inside of you…”

“Ahhh, yes…yes!”

“Hold you real tight around your waist, keep you steady while I pound real hard and fast up inside you.” He moved his hips, thrusting instinctively upward as if the woman were truly there on top of him, but soon, he checked himself.

Jesus I wish he wasn’t in here!

He shot Dr. Owens a venomous look, letting show his irritation and antipathy toward the man.

“I’ll keep goin’ and goin’… making you take it! Take every fuckin’ thrust! You afraid to let a
real
man fuck you, baby? To have this dick go up inside of you?!” he said between gritted teeth.

“No! Give it to me! Fuck me!” Melissa gasped, and he was certain she’d almost reached her peak…“Mmmmm!”

“Come on, baby! Take this dick! Take this good fuckin’! Take it! Don’t run!”

“Ahhhhh! Ah!…Ah!”

“Ohhh, baby.” He threw his head back. “You have no idea how damn bad I want YOU!” He waited for a moment or two; gave her a chance to compose herself.

“I want you just as much… This is torture.” She swallowed. “I better stop… you’re getting me too worked up again.” She chuckled. “You want to touch me; hell, I want to touch you, too. I would love to wrap you in my arms, Aaron, and give you a hug… and then a kiss…make love to you.”

“I need you so badly, Melissa. I know you ain’t no ordinary woman. I say these things to you, ’cause I love you, but can’t be with you right now. I don’t mean no disrespect. I respect you, you know that don’t you?”

“I need you, too, and yes, I know you respect me. We’re just horny.”

He burst out laughing.

“It’s been a while, Aaron… like a
very
long while. I don’t tend to have casual sex. I prefer to be in a committed relationship…just like what we have.”

“I knew it, and I like that, honey. I like that a lot.” His cock rose high and saluted the damn ceiling.

I bet she’s tight as fuck…

“Melissa, I’m going to get out of here. We’re going to build a life together and I’m going to be your
last
lover. The last man in your bed, the last man you fall in love with, the one you say, ‘I Do’ to. Do you understand me, baby?”

“Yes I do, honey…” she answered breathlessly.

“This is it for you… and me.” He pointed to his chest. “This is a brand new start. When I get outta here, I can’t wait to look you in your eyes and do just that, Melissa. Like I told you at the beginning of this, I’ve been lookin’ for a woman like you for a long time. It’s crazy that I found you while I’m in prison, of all places, but I’ll take it whatever way it comes. Maybe it happened this way so I’d be more grateful, more appreciative. I don’t know. But I’m lookin’ forward to holding you close, to us being there for one another, starting a new life together.”

“I… love you, Aaron. Please remember that.”

“I know you do, baby.” He grinned hard and wide. “I can feel your love in the letters, the gifts you send me, the things you bake for me, your perfume all over the notes, and most importantly, the words you write and say. Even during our argument, I knew you felt like that ’cause you love me… You want what is best for me, and I can’t be mad at you for that; I just can’t. You’re sweet, beautiful… kind. Kindness… Yeah, I think I forgot along the way what that was, what it felt like.”

“Being good to people and giving second chances is important, Aaron. Everyone sooner or later needs a second chance.” The woman’s voice almost sounded as if she were pleading with him, begging him to listen. He was – he was listening closely, hearing everything that rolled out of her mouth.

“Do you believe in me, Melissa?”

“Yes I do, Aaron. If I didn’t, we would not even be talking right now. I love you so much, you have no idea.”

“I need that. I need someone to believe in me, Melissa.” He sighed. “Most people didn’t think I’d amount to anything. But I became somethin’ and now… now…”

“Now what, Aaron?”

“Now, I need to become somethin’ else. I just need to find out what that is…”

Chapter Eighteen

A
ARON COULDN’T BELIEVE
his damn eyes…

There Darryl stood, the big 6’6 son of a bitch with a salt and pepper, bushy beard practically down to his damn knees. His right eye, the color of a muddy turtle, drooped low while the other shined bright blue like Caribbean ocean water glinting under the rays of the sun. The blue one was kissed by God and Satan at the same exact time, for two thick scars framed the damn thing as if attempting to make it a work of art.

My best friend!

“Darryl! My man!” He slapped hands with the guy as they sat outside, under the furious hot embrace of the unforgiving midday light. “What’s going on, man?” Aaron slicked two cigarettes out of his pocket and handed the guy one. Darryl’s deeply tanned face cracked into a smile as he gingerly took the thing, then shoved it into his mouth.

“Shit… same ol’ shit, man.”

A guard came over like clockwork and lit both of their cigarettes before taking a few steps back from the pair who sat on the concrete bench.

“What’s your back up against this time?” Aaron blew out several dense rings of ashen vapor from the side of his crooked mouth.

“Some doorknob shit…” The man smiled, then burst out laughing, exposing a missing front tooth.

“Yeah.” Aaron’s eyes narrowed as he looked directly into the sunlight then surveyed the area before setting his sights back on the guy. “Doorknob shit, huh…”

“Yup…dead ass a damn doorknob…” The man raised his heavily tattooed hands, now the ink a little faded, to his mouth to draw hard on his cigarette, eyes on the table.

“Who was it?”

“Two fuckers at the bar. Shot their asses clean and cold.” His lips curled in a smile.

“You was always a good shooter.” Aaron snickered, though his heart sank, fell low and deep.

Fuck, Darryl! You will never get out of here with charges like that!

…But he kept the down and out thoughts to himself…

“Yeah, they was messin’ wit’ my ol’ lady…”

“Kimberly? What did they do?”

“Tried to hem ’er up in the ladies’ bathroom. She got to squealin’. Arnie heard ’er screamin’ when he was in the men’s room. He came runnin’ outta there and told the bartender that some lady was carryin’ on in the ladies room. He didn’t know it was Kim, but I knew she was the only one in there ’cause Prissy and Kitten had already come back out. Me and Jesse jumped up and busted in there. I saw one of ’em had her up against the wall, shirt pulled up, and the other one was tryna get her pants down. They’d cut ’er cheek, too.”

“Awwww, fuck man!” Aaron grimaced. He’d known Kim for five damn years. She was like a sister, a devoted member of their group. At that moment, he wished he could dig the motherfuckers out of their grave, resuscitate them and shoot them all over again.

“I pulled out my gun and blasted both their asses.” He took another toke of his cigarette, this one a bit harder. His eyes tapered, practically sealed shut. “I ain’t even think twice about it. Not twice, man.”

“Who the hell were they?” Aaron leaned in a bit closer.

Who would dare do something like that in our spot?

“Goddamn meth heads.” The big man shook his head, turned and spit onto the ground. “I’d never seen ’em before. They didn’t know that was our place, I guess. Well, I made sure they found out… They knew soon enough, yes they did…” His voice trailed at the end.

“Damn it, Darryl.” Aaron ran his hand over his scalp and leaned away, shutting his eyes briefly. He needed a minute; hell, maybe two. “How long did you get?”

“Well…” Darryl paused, his stare still fixed on the table. “Since I got me some shit all the way from when I was seventeen and forward, and then that manslaughter charge from 2006, it’s uh… it’s pretty much a wrap for me, man. This is it.”

Aaron’s ears refused to believe what he was hearing.

No… no!

He screamed this shit inside of his head, hurled curses, but kept his face straight, tried to appear calm, not throw gas on the situation. Inside though, he was falling the hell apart, set ablaze and burning down to the ground.

“Death?! But you were helpin’ her! They were trying to rape her! That’s self defense!” Aaron beat the table with his fist. No, this simply couldn’t be! Where was the justice in this? Who the hell let this happen?!

Darryl drew in a deep, slow breath, and exhaled quite the same way. He sure as hell seemed to be taking the shit a lot better than one would think, rolling with the punches, lying close to his fate, spooning and sleeping with it in a comfortable sort of way.

“Yeah, but I ain’t clean, Aaron… you know that,” he murmured before turning to spit again. “They’d been watching me anyway… my business, all of that. I made sure they never caught me doin’ anything, you know that, but… then
this
shit happened. It was unavoidable.”

“They’re
always
watching.”

“You got that damn right…and I hope…”

“You hope what?”

“I hope you understand what’s goin’ down. I hope you remember that
yourself
.”