AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories) (19 page)

Chapter Five: Bulldog

“Did you handle things with that mechanic?” I asked immediately after noticing that the call on my cell phone was coming from TNT and connecting the call.

“I put him on an installment plan,” he responded.

I knew that the installment plan meant that we were taking over the business with 50 percent interest and that Arty would probably never be able to crawl out of the hole that he was in. I’d rather have had the cash, but in the long run we’d make ten times more out of the deal than what we had sold the parts for in the first place. “How’d he take the news?”

“He wasn’t saying much when I left.”

I was pretty sure that TNT hadn’t killed him. He might have beat him unconscious and left him lying on the floor, but he was still alive if he was on the installment plan, so I wasn’t really concerned with why Arty wasn’t speaking when TNT left him. “What was his excuse this time?”

“Business has been bad,” TNT replied. “The same typical shit.”

“Surprise, surprise,” I muttered.

“He offered a little cash, trying to save his bacon.”

“You take it?” I asked.

“Nah,” he replied. “I decided to give him a little hope. See if he wants to straighten up and fly right.”

There wasn’t really much hope, but getting the cash for those parts and keeping a steady supply flowing into his shop was still a better option for us. The mess that we would have to go through to take over the shop, sell everything off and get our money—though it was more money—was an enormous pain in the ass. “Probably better that way. So, why hadn’t that other dumb-fuck been able to make that arrangement?”

I’d sent “Squeezer” out to handle collecting the payment, but he hadn’t come back with anything, even an installment plan. I was beginning to get the feeling that Squeezer was losing his nerve. It was probably time to reassign him to something else.

“I guess he didn’t ask nicely enough,” TNT answered.

“I have my doubts that you asked nicely.”

“There are different gradients of nice.”

One of the reasons that I had been so impressed with TNT in Baghdad, and the primary reason that I wanted him doing the job that I had him doing, was that he was a coolheaded mother with plenty of grit.

The Marines in Baghdad had a saying about TNT: “Not only can he defuse an IED, but he can make the thing like it.” The saying, like so many that jarheads come up with, made absolutely no logical sense, but after getting to know how smooth he was at operating, I had begun to understand why they’d come up with it.

TNT could go from one extreme to the other. He could be the smooth, easy-going, life of the party who you loved in one moment and the most dangerous motherfucker on the planet in the next. The combination, in my mind, was almost schizophrenic in nature, but he was far from being crazy. It was a rare combination of qualities that no other person I knew possessed. It had made him perfect for the role that he played in the Hell Dogs.

“I’ve got something that might not be quite as nice,” I replied after several minutes, returning to the conversation, but changing the subject.

“Alright,” he grunted.

“This one may take a little less nice and a lot more force,” I replied.

“Denny?” he asked, reading my mind.

“Denny,” I replied.

“How far you wanna go?”

“Use your judgment, but I think Denny is to the point where he can be shut down.”

“Are you shutting him down?”

“You know I’d rather keep him open,” I said.

“But…”

“I don’t think Denny wants to stay open.”

“Does he know it?”

“I think he does,” I responded. I wasn’t necessarily ordering a hit, but I wasn’t against it if things turned out that way. Hits were messy. There had to be a lot of scrambling done to cover them up. Whenever you were trying to stay under the radar of the law enforcement community, messy didn’t really help.

“He didn’t seem to agree with the rather persuasive argument that I presented last time.”

Denny had gotten a pretty good look at TNT’s nasty side. My understanding was that Denny spent a week in the hospital and a couple more waddling around the house after he got out. After having been given such a very direct warning, Denny still hadn’t gotten the message. The stubborn bastard considered himself to be a badass. That had worked out well for a while and been useful to us, but it didn’t work well when he turned it back toward the Hell Dogs. He would be on his toes and loaded for bear on TNT’s next visit.

“You need some reinforcements?” I asked.

“For?” TNT replied.

“Cocky bastard,” I replied.

“They just get in the way, make a lot of noise and make it harder to clean up the mess.”

He was certainly right in that respect. “Suit yourself, but he’ll probably be ready for you.”

“Nobody is ever ready for me,” TNT chuckled.

“Alright,” I replied.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“That’s not enough?”

“Just checking,” he answered. “I’ve got a couple of other collections to make in Salt Lake, so I’ll pay him a visit while I’m there.”

“I’m thinking about a quick trip to Vegas in a week or two. You know, just to get the hell out of here and do something different for a change. You up for it?” I hadn’t been on a ride out of town in a while and I was thinking that it might be nice to get a little change of scenery, maybe take Peach with me. God knew she could use a break too.

“I hardly ever turn down a party,” he replied.

“Give me a call when you’ve wrapped things up in Salt Lake.”

“Roger.” He disconnected the call and I stuck the phone back inside the pocket of my leather jacket.

I had just started to pull out of the bank parking lot after making my deposit when he’d called. It had actually been perfect timing. It was a great place to sit on my bike and talk to him without looking suspicious or worrying over someone eavesdropping. There was no reason to believe that anyone was too worried over what we were into, but it just paid off to be discreet.

After disconnecting the call, my thoughts turned back to Peach, her shower, the lotion on her smooth skin and the oversized t-shirt covering her naked body. She’d had enough time to get settled in, so it was about time to drop in for a visit, maybe even suggest that Vegas trip to her. “Who the hell are you foolin’?” I asked myself, grinning. “You just wanna get laid.”

Chapter Six: Peach

I loved it when Bulldog lifted up my hips, spread my ass cheeks and buried his face between them. He seemed to have a tongue that has been specially designed for getting me off and he was using it in full force.

“Oh god, baby, that feels so awesome,” I moaned.

I received no verbal reply, but he stepped up the intensity of what he was doing.

My fingernails dug into the sheet and my eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the waves of pressure becoming more and more compact behind my swollen clit. His tongue was drawing every ounce of energy from my entire body into the one, small area. He had a way of pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking on it, but still stroking it with it tongue. The effect was out of this world and the pressure built into an explosion.

“Oh god!” The moan started as a low growl inside my chest and rose to a scream as the sensation that had built up around my clit suddenly released, and wave upon wave of warm, tingling pleasure radiated throughout my body. That moan and scream wasn’t enough to make him stop, however, and it nearly blew my head off. I had to use my legs to pry his face away from me.

“You liked that, huh?” he grinned.

“God, yes,” I purred. “Now give me that hard on.”

“You gonna make me do all the work?” he teased.

“Fuck you!” I shoved him on his back. “I’m gonna ride that thing until it falls off.”

“You’re welcome to try.”

I had built up my out-of-control state earlier, while thinking about that hot gambler in Reno Gold. It had reached a point by the time that Bulldog arrived that there was little time wasted in preliminaries. In fact, he was barely through the door before I was towing him along behind me toward the bedroom.

Needless to say, with that build up and the amazing tongue job he’d just done on me, I was soaking wet. I lowered myself onto his thick shaft, tilted my head back and groaned deeply as I felt his head part my lips and fill me up. I took him to the hilt, squeezed him and then began to roll my hips back and forth, allowing his fullness to move inside me while my clit got plenty of attention rubbing against him.

Bulldog reached up and started to play with my nipples while I was lost in a world that was centered around the fullness inside of me. His touch sent zingers racing through my body, and I dug my fingernails into his thighs. In response, he squeezed my nipples harder, to the point where they started to hurt. I loved it when they hurt. It did things to me that went well beyond crazy.

“You wanna play rough, then?” I asked, pulling my feet up under me and reaching for his throat. I gripped his thick neck in my hands and squeezed while my ass moved up and down on him like a jockey riding in the Kentucky Derby. My hands were so small compared to his massive neck that they had little effect on blocking his airway, but it damned sure increased our intensity.

In response to my increased pace, he started thrusting up into me as well, nearly throwing me over his head each time. The hammering of his thick head deep inside of me sent me over the edge again. “Oh shit, yes!”

I was still trembling from the orgasm that I’d just had when he flipped me over like I was nothing, jerked my hips up from the bed and plunged that thick rod inside of me from behind. Damn, he could reach deep in that position. At times, it felt like he was going to drive that piece of steel right up through me and out my mouth. He hammered on me for a while and then slowed his pace until he came to a complete stop. I knew that it was my turn again.

Bulldog liked to watch me work my hips on his cock. So I started off slowly, rolling them in circles as I moved back and forth on him. I gripped him with my pussy and pulled on his erection as I moved my hips away and then released that grip and slammed back into him.

“Jesus, Peach, that’s the most beautiful sight on the face of this Earth.”

“You like that?” I purred.

“I love it,” he replied, bringing a stinging slap down onto my left cheek.

We’d come up with a little game in that position. I would start off slow, just like I had, and when he wanted me to speed up, he would slap my ass. That sting would be my signal to speed up. I picked up the rhythm and kept milking his cock.

Smack! That time on the right cheek.

I started working him a little faster.

Smack! Smack! I was increasing my pace to the point where it was difficult for me to concentrate on squeezing him, and my thrusts were beginning to make their own slapping sound against his hips. The frequency of his slaps began to match every thrust I made and he was helping me along with the movement of his hips as well. Something like that might have been awkward for first timers, but Bulldog and I had worked out our rhythm. We both knew exactly how far to thrust or pull away.

After the intensity reached a level that pushed me over the edge again, he grasped my hips, thrust deep inside of me and held my ass against his hips as he emptied his cream deep inside of me.

“Oh god, Peach, Jesus that’s good,” he moaned, trembling a little bit as he lost all of his senses and focused only on the sensation of shooting his load.

“You didn’t get enough while I was gone?” I teased when we were catching out breath.

“There’s never enough when you’re not around,” he replied.

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I didn’t really care. Bulldog was a great lay. I liked his power, the size of his Johnson, oh, and I can’t forget, the way he used his tongue. I can’t say that I had become totally exclusive to him myself, but whenever I really needed to have my ashes hauled, Bulldog was the go-to guy. To take care of my physical needs, even to the point of providing me income, he was a great match, but there was a deeper need growing in me that he couldn’t take care of. In a lot of ways, I hadn’t defined it well enough to know how to take care of it myself.

In short, I was restless. It wasn’t a completely new feeling. It had been there for a while, but I hadn’t noticed it until I got out of the shower. Something had started eating at me. My thoughts were interrupted by a snort and the deep rumbling of a slumbering bear coming from the open mouth of the big man beside me. Though I’d just screwed the guy, I realized that I really didn’t like him or respect him. It wasn’t something that I had really considered before.

The same thoughts that had been in my brain earlier that afternoon returned. How was it that someone so ignorant had so much to show for himself and someone like me had so little? Why was I allowing myself to be used, though paid for what I did, for his purposes and not enjoy a slice of the pie for myself? Why not enjoy the whole pie? That first little twinkle in my mind had taken root. I wasn’t sure how I would go about snatching that pie away from him, nor if it was even a good idea to try. I only knew that I wanted it. And I knew that what I wanted, I would get.