middle of the empty room.
He walked over and flicked the lighter and got the candles glowing,
then lit the wood and paper he had setup in the fireplace. Last, he
walked over and hit the button on the small radio and had soft
music flowing in the empty room.
“When did you have
time to do all this?” She walked into the room and straight to the
flowers that sat on the fireplace, burying her face in them and
breathing deeply.
“Just before lunch.
I wanted to celebrate your new job in style. I know we ate a lot at
the Jordan’s, but I hope you saved room for dessert. I’ll be right
back.” He walked towards the kitchen as she looked around the
room.
When he stepped
back in, she was still standing by the fireplace, watching
him.
“Here, take a
seat.” He set the dish down and pulled out her chair. “I hope you
like chocolate.” He picked up the plate and set it in front of
her.
They ate cake by
candlelight and listened to soft music playing while they enjoyed
each others company. Then he pulled out a soft blanket and laid it
in front of the fireplace. He kissed her and pulled her down until
he could run his hands over every inch of her. Then he ran his
mouth over the same trails. She’d worn her green dress; it was one
he’d seen before, but he couldn’t get over how sexy she looked in
it. It was low cut and the front crossed over itself. It was all
tied together with a green belt, so that when he moved one side of
the dress down, the other side fell open. Soon he had her breasts
exposed for his viewing and tasting. He ran his mouth over every
inch he’d exposed and continued downward, pulling her dress away as
he went.
He rolled her
stockings down her legs and kissed the path. He’d never tasted
anything as good as the inside of her thighs.
“Robert,” she
moaned as he moved closer to the inside of her
thigh.
“You taste so
good.” He used his fingers to pull the silk aside and enjoyed the
softness of her skin underneath. Then he dipped his head and ran
his tongue across her. She bucked under him and he played his hand
over her while he lapped at her sweetness. He could drown in her
taste, her sweet scent, her softness. She was moaning and making
sexy little noises when he traveled back up and entered her
slowly.
They made love for
tow hours, before he took her home. He hated that she had to leave
and realized as he drove her home that he knew what the next step
he wanted to make was. So he could secure his and her
future.
He was so
preoccupied by his thoughts, he didn’t see the man standing at the
bottom of the dark stairs to his apartment until he
spoke.
“Well, well, if it
isn’t little Robby. All grown up, I see.”
Chapter
Eight
T he old saying goes
that when you’re mad you see red. Well, Robert could attest to
that. Not only did his vision turn red, but he heard a loud buzzing
in his head. He had Roy rammed up against the brick wall so fast he
could see the instant fear in the older man’s
eyes.
“Roy, what the hell
did you do with my mother?”
The man laughed and
Robert could see he was missing half his teeth. The other half were
black and almost rotted out of his mouth. He’d seen the footage in
Vegas, so he knew Roy had lost weight and gotten older, but nothing
could have prepared him for the crazy look in the man’s
eyes.
Instantly he could
tell he was high. Most likely crack or heroine, if he had to guess.
He was so grossed out by the stench coming off his clothes, he
almost lost his hold on his shoulders.
“I didn’t do
nothing to your mama. She left on her own, I swear.” He could tell
the man was lying, he could see it in his eyes. “I just came here
to check up on you. I heard you was looking for me in Vegas. Big
shot cop-boy looking for me.” Robert watched the man’s eyes almost
roll to the back of his head as he slurred his words
together.
“That’s it,
He walked over and flicked the lighter and got the candles glowing,
then lit the wood and paper he had setup in the fireplace. Last, he
walked over and hit the button on the small radio and had soft
music flowing in the empty room.
“When did you have
time to do all this?” She walked into the room and straight to the
flowers that sat on the fireplace, burying her face in them and
breathing deeply.
“Just before lunch.
I wanted to celebrate your new job in style. I know we ate a lot at
the Jordan’s, but I hope you saved room for dessert. I’ll be right
back.” He walked towards the kitchen as she looked around the
room.
When he stepped
back in, she was still standing by the fireplace, watching
him.
“Here, take a
seat.” He set the dish down and pulled out her chair. “I hope you
like chocolate.” He picked up the plate and set it in front of
her.
They ate cake by
candlelight and listened to soft music playing while they enjoyed
each others company. Then he pulled out a soft blanket and laid it
in front of the fireplace. He kissed her and pulled her down until
he could run his hands over every inch of her. Then he ran his
mouth over the same trails. She’d worn her green dress; it was one
he’d seen before, but he couldn’t get over how sexy she looked in
it. It was low cut and the front crossed over itself. It was all
tied together with a green belt, so that when he moved one side of
the dress down, the other side fell open. Soon he had her breasts
exposed for his viewing and tasting. He ran his mouth over every
inch he’d exposed and continued downward, pulling her dress away as
he went.
He rolled her
stockings down her legs and kissed the path. He’d never tasted
anything as good as the inside of her thighs.
“Robert,” she
moaned as he moved closer to the inside of her
thigh.
“You taste so
good.” He used his fingers to pull the silk aside and enjoyed the
softness of her skin underneath. Then he dipped his head and ran
his tongue across her. She bucked under him and he played his hand
over her while he lapped at her sweetness. He could drown in her
taste, her sweet scent, her softness. She was moaning and making
sexy little noises when he traveled back up and entered her
slowly.
They made love for
tow hours, before he took her home. He hated that she had to leave
and realized as he drove her home that he knew what the next step
he wanted to make was. So he could secure his and her
future.
He was so
preoccupied by his thoughts, he didn’t see the man standing at the
bottom of the dark stairs to his apartment until he
spoke.
“Well, well, if it
isn’t little Robby. All grown up, I see.”
Chapter
Eight
T he old saying goes
that when you’re mad you see red. Well, Robert could attest to
that. Not only did his vision turn red, but he heard a loud buzzing
in his head. He had Roy rammed up against the brick wall so fast he
could see the instant fear in the older man’s
eyes.
“Roy, what the hell
did you do with my mother?”
The man laughed and
Robert could see he was missing half his teeth. The other half were
black and almost rotted out of his mouth. He’d seen the footage in
Vegas, so he knew Roy had lost weight and gotten older, but nothing
could have prepared him for the crazy look in the man’s
eyes.
Instantly he could
tell he was high. Most likely crack or heroine, if he had to guess.
He was so grossed out by the stench coming off his clothes, he
almost lost his hold on his shoulders.
“I didn’t do
nothing to your mama. She left on her own, I swear.” He could tell
the man was lying, he could see it in his eyes. “I just came here
to check up on you. I heard you was looking for me in Vegas. Big
shot cop-boy looking for me.” Robert watched the man’s eyes almost
roll to the back of his head as he slurred his words
together.
“That’s it,
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