AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE: A Thug to Remember (Hood Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (African American Urban Contemporary Short Stories) (3 page)

“Sure you do.  I’m thinking you’re a beautiful woman and I’m happy that you’ve brought joy to my dark world of mayhem and treachery.  Now, let’s dance shall we?”

“I thought this was a classy place?  No dancing or…”

“It is a classy place.  Classy dancing.  Slow dancing.  Come on, Miss Grayson.  I won’t move too fast.”

“Yeah…like I believe that,” she said with a guarded smile.  She eventually accepted the offer and joined him on the dance floor.  It was a quick dance before dinner but it did give the two opposites some time to feel the attraction.

Whatever it was, it felt real.  Polar opposites forced to reconcile and compromise, all the while envying the other person with desperation.  She admired his power to get things done.  He admired her class and position of prominence, legitimized gangsta shit he called all this talk of politics.

Of course, as the night progressed they hit upon the stubborn reality of their respective worlds.

“So, you are involved in organized crime?”

He smiled and took a drink.  “Two opposite trains, my lady.  The real difference between us, between all successful black families and a bunch of ghetto niggas is that we fight for different teams.  It’s like the play offs or like your favorite Marvel Comics superhero. Except in the adult world, in that harsh, cruel world of motherfuckers with no souls, it’s all about which gang you choose.”

He peered into her eyes with a smile that would tickle the devil.  “If you’re a kid from the ghetto then your only chance is to make peace with the Crips or the Bloods.  But if you got clout, if you come from a rich black family, then you have options.  You can join the better gang of the U.S. military.  Once you graduate and prove yourself, you can join the bigger gang of the Democratic or Republican parties.  And when you prove yourself a real gangster nigga that nobody wants to fuck with, you become President Barack Obama, H.N.I.C.”

Thelma nodded and scoffed.  “You have a very cynical view of the world.”

“War is in our nature, Miss Grayson.  Nobody’s going to get out of this game alive.  What matters is that you don’t abandon your team.  You are kind to the orphans and widows.  You stick up for the people who can’t fight back.”

“That sounds…confusing,” she said.  “That’s exactly what I intend to do.”

“I know.  What did I say?”

“But…you break the law.”

“Would you ever bend the rules if it meant helping one homeless person out?  One ghetto kid sentenced to die in a drive by or liquor store robbery?  Would you offer him nothing but prayer?  Or would you offer him protection.”

Thelma shut her mouth and resisted talking.  It was hard to argue with the man’s logic even if he was a tad theatrical.  Finally she took a drink, giving herself the extra oomph to ask another question.  “Do you kill people?”

“Does the president order troops to go into Afghanistan?  What are we doing to fight ISIS, Miss Grayson?”

“Well…”

“Now what if ISIS was located in your own city.  Only instead of a towel head coming after you, you got fifty other niggas with automatic shotguns who want to see you dead.  Because of something your brother said to his sister.  Bullshit is what it is.  But trying to negotiate with men who want to kill you?  A lost cause.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“I’m sorry that the world is what it is.  But who else is going to help the projects?  Who’s fighting for the ghetto?  All we do is give them hope.  Saying they can rise up out of the ghetto if they really will it to be.  But we hardly lift a finger to help them.  If the government looks at my track record, they will see that they have murdered more innocent men than I have.  I take care of my boys.  I am Robin Hood.  Luke Cage in the flesh.  I operate outside the law and I answer to no one.  But no one can tell me that I’m immoral.  If I had the opportunities you had, Miss Grayson, maybe we would have been soul mates.”

“I know who Luke Cage is,” Thelma said with a smirk.

“Really?  Comic book geek?”

“When I was younger, my father let me read some of his collection.”

“Niiiice.  Gotta love a woman who knows her superheroes.”

“And is that what you consider yourself, Anton?  A superhero?”

“I like that.  Never thought of it that way, but that sure puts a nice spin on it.”

Thelma laughed hard.  Over the course of dinner, she had a few glasses of wine, all on the house of course, as Anton considered himself the perfect gentleman, even if he did have the sex drive of a restless street mutt.

“I love the way you laugh.  You’re so pretty when you let loose a little bit.”

“Mmm-mmm, I’m not a loose kind of girl.”

“Why’s that?  Got a reputation to uphold?”

“It’s not that, it’s just that I’m not that easy.”

“The way I see it, women deserve the respect to be passionate just like men do.  I think it’s a damned shame that a man can enjoy himself with the company of many fine women and not hear one word from a brother, but a woman’s got to wait to fall in love before she can party.  What kind of bullshit is that?  Life is short and the more love we have to give, the more we’re going to enjoy it.  You know?”

“I agree with that…in theory…”

“So what do you do, in theory…when you’re attracted to a man and he’s attracted to you?  Suppress what you feel or see what happens?”

She laughed.  Funny you say that…my friend just told me at this ridiculous party that I should let loose sometimes.  And fool around before I get elected into public office.”

Anton laughed heartily.  “Well, it’s better you get that shit over with now than when you become the next Colin Powell, know what I’m saying?”

She laughed, a little too tipsy for her own comfort.  “Well, this has been an interesting night, Anton.”

“Whoah, why you disappearing on me?”

“I just…”

“What?” he said, stroking her hand.  “Talk to me.”

She giggled and cooed.  “I think I’ve had a little too much to drink.”

“Why do girls always say that, anyway?  Does that mean you’re drunk or that you’re just enjoying yourself and thinking of following your heart and not your head?”

“It means I don’t trust myself with you, right now…” she said, a bit too honestly.  She quickly lost his tight eye contact and prepared to stand.

“Hey, Thelma.”

“Yes?”

“You know sleeping with a criminal is not against the law.”

She shook her head and stood up.  “Excuse me…I got to go to the little girl’s room.”

“Take your time…”

She smiled weakly, giving him one last look of “I can’t feel this way.”  But her mind was captivated and her body was tripping—all tingly inside, comfortable in his presence and yet nervous about the possibility of feeling anything more intense.

Anton took his time and finished his drink.  He could feel the tangible attraction developing though she was trying hard to fight it.  He also knew that given her type, the upper middle class good girl trying to stay strong, there was no way she was going to make the first move… so Anton told a little fib.

He waited until he saw her coming out of the bathroom and then went to meet her.  The bathroom was right down a corridor, a bit out of the way and perfect to make an unexpected play.

He smiled and immediately noticed she seemed flush in the face, and short of breath.

“What?  What’s wrong?”

“I just came to see if you needed anything.”

“No…

“Well I need something.  I need you to kiss me.”

“What?!”

“The curiosity…it’s killing me.  Just let me know if you feel what I feel, or if it’s all in my imagination.  If not, we go on.  But if there’s something…”  He smiled.

“There’s nothing…It’s in your imagination…”

She said this just as Anton leaned toward her and put his lips on hers.  Much to her regret, there was nothing imaginary about the energy they shared.  She was on fire for him, though she tried her damndest to deny it.  His kisses were impassioned, powerful, wordless art, just as outspoken as his voice, his opinions and his reputation.  He pinned her to the wall, raising her hands above her head as he continued the kiss.

When he released, she replied in a heaving sigh.  “What are you doing?”

“What do you feel?”

“Anton…this is crazy!”

“I can’t help it.  I’m very attracted to you.  And I don’t know how to wait…”

“Look, this was all very hot in high school, OK, when we had nothing but time but…”

“All we have is time,” he said, moving his lips down to her neck and softly kissing her. 

“But…”

“Don’t think…”

He hungrily caressed her neck with his lips, losing himself in the moment.

“We can’t do this here, can we?”

“What do you mean by
this
?” he said, kissing a trail of soft pecks down to her shoulder.

She breathed heavily and fought her rising feelings of carelessness and selfish longing.  He was the opposite of everything she needed and wanted…so why was his presence so powerful?  Why were his lips so fiery?

“I know people here.  Ain’t nobody going to stop us.”

He slowly reached behind her head and unhooked the back strap.  Thelma looked over nervously to see if anyone was coming.  The rush she felt was blinding.  His scent and his strong firm arms were too hard to resist.  It had been so long since she had been intimate with anybody.  But never before had she been with a dangerous man—and the tension he brought with him was electrifying.

“I don’t normally do this…” she said, frazzled by the wine but even more enamored with his soulful eyes.

“I know…that’s what makes it good.”

He lifted her dress over, noticing Thelma was wearing a black lace bra, which she quickly covered with her hands.  He took her hands gently and moved them to her side, treating himself to a view of her bosom.  She dressed sexy all right, but was it just for him or was it because she was a secret dynamo in the sack?

The hungry man kissed her cleavage fervently, planting his lips on her burning skin as he sampled the taste of her body.  Her heart raced and she shut her eyes in surrender, unwilling to let go of his soft touches.  His lips raced all over her bosom, as he became consumed with her body’s texture. 

Flames of passion ignited and he pulled down her bra cup for a peek.  Thelma groaned as he put his mouth to her nipple and sucked it recklessly, leaving her groaning in heat.  He pulled her other tit out and sucked her nipple, pushing his forearm right under her chin and holding her back from breaking the hard embrace.  She groaned as Anton went into frenzy, sucking and licking her hard nipples while reaching around and grazing her firm ass. 

“Ohhh God,” she whispered, paranoid of someone coming to discover them, and even more scandalized that fucking a gangster could really happen in her world.  The energy in the air was frantic and both Anton and Thelma felt like they were on a timer—even though it was unlikely anyone would stop Anton from doing what he did best.

He reached down and pulled up her skirt, finding her matching black panties underneath waiting for him.  He bent down to his knees and left Thelma rolling her eyes heart-thumping anxiety.  It was sexy as fuck but how much longer could they go before someone came inside?  Speaking of coming inside, the man was on a mission!

Anton pulled her panties down to her ankles while kissing her legs and thighs.  She stepped over them and eyed him in curious surrender—ready to do anything.  To give herself over to him completely.  It felt reckless, insane and juvenile.  Indeed, one last hurrah for the future politician.

The horny stallion stood back up and unzipped his pants.  He lifted her skirt to find her pelvis and slowly entered her, all the while pinning her against the wall.

“Ohhh!” she groaned, feeling his big and girthy cock enter her, sliding past her wet entrance and filling her with a hard throbbing sensation.  He pushed it in deeper and then pulled it out, making her squirm and exhale in short watery breaths.

“Mmmm…” he grunted sending his hard cock up into her slit, pushing beyond the first few inches and drilling inward to reach her most sensitive ridges.

“Oh God, what are we doing,” she said looking him in the eye as he pulled in and out, fucking her with a steady but monstrous rhythm.

He breathed heavy all over her face as he pounded his cock inside and out.  She could feel his hot warm mouth all over her neck and chest, as he held her close and tight for every deep penetration.  She shuddered and sighed every time he pumped it in deep, not to mention the sound of his harsh manly cravings, slowly but surely losing all control over himself. 

The ferocity of his desire was unlike any lover she had ever experienced.  To simply put his cock in wasn’t enough.  The man wanted to pummel her sweet, good girl pussy.  When he went in as deep as he could, then he decided to lift her off her feet and hold her in his lap, hard shoving her against the wall so he could fuck the shit out of her like a man.

“Ohhh!  W-Wait!” she said, feeling her own pussy walls tightening and not leaving him much choice but to batter and smash her cunt.