TYCE 5 (3 page)

“Look, I
aint tryna deal with no drama between you two. All I wanna do is heal up and find the nigga that did this. Everything else is secondary. It could’ve been your fake ass side nigga, or it could’ve been Roman. It could be anybody for all I know…except Dallas.”

The five minute visit with my baby mama ended with her leaving quietly with a loud attitude. Gloria came in next and I got a chanc
e to finally talk to Pamela. Both of my mother’s said prayers and thanked God for sparing my life. I silently gave Him a pound for helping me out. I opted out of the forgive those who trespass against us, and the vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord parts. The turn the other cheek shit was not my style. I was an eye for an eye type of nigga. Shit, eyes, arms, legs, head, it was all fair game to me. The next person to stroll into my room was the lovely looking Dallas. She took the same seat next to my head like everybody else did and I immediately noticed the blood on her ivory colored jeans.

“Damn, I didn’t mean to bleed all over you.”

Dallas smiled at me. “You didn’t. Aunt Flow came to town and I was not prepared for her visit.”

I started to chuckle at her joke
, but I had to smother my laugh because it sent sharp pains through my upper body. Dallas sensed my discomfort and rubbed my legs softly. She then grabbed a cup of water from the tray table and put the straw to my lips.

“You know I’m a comedian
Tyce, I don’t know why you have me up in here. I’m gonna have you back in surgery messin’ ‘round with me. Here, drink this. What are they givin’ you for pain?”

I sipped the water.

“Morphine, but I think I need some more though.”

Dallas grabbed the huge multi-purpose room remote and pressed the red button to call the nurse. Within seconds Rita stepped into the room with a smile on her brown face.

“What do you need Mr. Adkins?” She walked up and stood next to my bed.

She jotted down some numbers from
the monitors and felt my forehead with the back of her hand.

“How’s your pain level from 1 to 10?”

“It’s starting to creep up. I’d give it a six right now.” I wiggled my feet again.

Rita noticed the movement under the covers and smiled.

“I see you’re moving your feet. That’s probably what’s aggravating your back. I know you’re not used to being stationary, but, the more you rest the faster you’ll heal. I can give you more morphine now, but after it wears off I want to switch you to something stronger that lasts longer. Doctor Barnes just sent your scripts up so I’ll get the meds ready.”

“Thank you Rita.” I exhaled carefully.

“No problem.”

My kind nurse pumped more drugs into my
IV bag and a light wave of numbness began to wash over me instantly. The bone deep pain began to dwindle as Dallas stared at me with tears in her eyes.

“I thought I lost you. I thought you were dead. I was so scared. Scared you would leave me, but I refused to think negatively. I wouldn’t let myself think about life without you. I knew you would make it through.” She kissed my lips softly.

I pressed my lips against hers. After the heart felt kiss, I slid her the sexiest grin I could muster up.

“Come on now, it takes more than two bullets to kill a real nigga.” I winked at her.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about! There’s the Tyce I love! Now we can talk about fuckin’ this mystery nigga up!”

That’s why I loved Dallas. There was something about her
that appealed to me. It was a rare thing to find someone who can make you feel good even when you feel like a building just fell on top of you. She had the right balance of humor and love and that was very sexy to me.

As the narcotic kicked in fully I began to remember the violent incident. I recalled someone standing over me saying, “Did you think I was just going to let you humiliate me?” When the afterthought passe
d I gave Dallas a serious look.

“Tell me what you saw frame by frame.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna rest first?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

“I can rest when I’m dead. I
wanna talk this shit out while it’s still fresh in our minds.”

“Alright, you’re the boss Mr. tough, young, cute, and exceptional.”

Dallas licked her lips and started giving a vivid detailed report on what went down in the parking lot. As she talked, the wheels in my drugged brain started turning.

***
SIX WEEKS LATER***

Dallas and Tyce sat in the newly purchased hot tub on the patio in the spacious back yard. The jet stream action helped ease the tension in Tyce’s upper shoulder and relaxed the muscles in his lower back. Dallas purchased the hot tub after Tyce’s physical therapist said it would help. The two of them were naked with millions of bubbles to keep them company.

“How
long did Mark say you have to go to physical therapy?”

Dallas extended her wet hand to grab a glass of wine from the built in cup holder.

“He said maybe two more months, but I don’t know about that. I got too much shit to do. I feel fine.” Tyce rolled his stiff neck around.

Dallas rolled her eyes. “Is that why you can’t lay on you
r back for more than 20 minutes, ‘cuz you feel fine? Face it, you’re still not one hundred percent yet.”

“60 percent of me is more than enough to get this thing
poppin’. I can’t wait no more, I gotta find out who shot me. This is the perfect time to do it ‘cuz whoever it was thinks I forgot about ‘em. He thinks I punked out. Now is the best time to catch him slippin’.”

Dallas slid over to his side and rubbed his thick thigh under the hot water. She took a sip of her wine, and then moved her hand north a few inches to massage his dick.

“Whatever you wanna do, I’ll back you up. But, right now, I could use a tune up. It’s been a while. Do you think you can handle that?”

Tyce
flashed his signature grin. “I think I can work that out, besides, good sex makes you forget about a lil pain.”

Dallas scrunched her tiny
nose up. “I like a lil’ pain.”

“I know.”
Tyce winked at her slyly.

As she placed her glass back in the holder, she
slid even closer to him and began nibbling on his ear lobe.

             
“I miss my dick,” she whispered.

             
“Really? Why?” He whispered back.

Dallas licked his
neck like a melting popsicle. “Cuz it was custom made jus’ for me and it fits my pussy like a fuckin’ glove. You hit spots I never knew I had.”

Tyce
felt his dick getting bigger with each seductive word Dallas uttered. It felt like a submarine floating underneath the surface of the water.

“We can push pause on the foreplay baby, you
ain’t gotta heat me up. Come sit on my lap.”

Dallas slid her sexy brown body into the requested position and began grinding her
drizzly center against the tip of her dick. It responded by nudging itself near the opening of her tunnel. She felt the pressure and responded by grabbing hold of his staff and guiding it into her creamy core. Immediately she let out a shaky breath as Tyce’s dick entered her tight space and expanded her slick walls. She grabbed his face with both hands and slammed her lips into his. Their mouths opened and their tongues greeted each other with a swirling motion. Water splashed and bubbled up between her supple breasts and his chiseled chest. She could feel his hands sliding up and down her back as he sucked on one of her nipples like a Sweet Tart.

It had been about a five week drought for the both of them, and now the flood gates were finally open. Pas
sion rained down on the couple as their hips remembered how to move and their bodies fell into a steady rhythm. The night sky above provided a romantic ceiling with the crescent moon as the only witness to the long overdue love making session. Dallas moaned, Tyce grunted, she hissed, and he let out a deep sigh. As she continued slow winding her hips to a thorough rhythm, Tyce moved his right hand from her ass. He fished around in the water for a second, but Dallas was too caught up in the moment to take notice. Her eyes were closed so she didn’t see him swoop his hand back toward her butt. She just kept rolling around on his pole, but her eyes quickly opened when she felt a sudden vibration right in the middle of her ass. She felt the pressure of a dildo as the tip slid in and out of her ass hole.

“
Ohhh, you so nasty.” She wiped a loose strand of hair from her sweaty forehead.

“You already know I got tricks.”
Tyce bit her round chin softly.

“Put it in, put it in.
Mmmmm, put it in slow and steady.” Dallas jacked her ass up a bit.

Eight inches of soft silicon cock eased its way into her cavity sending micro bursts of ecstasy all over her body.
Dallas shuttered as she felt the orgasmic effects of being fucked in both her holes simultaneously.

“Faster! Fuck me faster baby! Make me cum!”

Tyce put the work in and he was rewarded with a mind numbing release of his own pent up ejaculation. The quick pulses and throbbing of his penis made Dallas catch her breath and ride the tingling tidal waves as she crashed on his chest after an exhausting climax.

Dallas gasped. “Shit. I’m
kinda dizzy. Damn that felt good!”

“I couldn’t hold it back. You was
squeezin’ my joint so tight it felt like you were milkin’ me.”

Tyce
gently pulled the sex toy from its dark resting place and kissed Dallas on the lips tenderly.

“I can’t wait
‘til you get back to one hundred percent. I’m gonna fuck you like a wild monkey.” Dallas slapped his chest playfully.

“I can’t wait either, but, I still
gotta please you. That’s why I got the dildo ‘cuz I need a lil’ help right now.” He confessed.

“I was wondering where in the world that came from. You must have snuck it in when I wasn’t
lookin’.” Dallas twisted her lips up.

Tyce
gave her a sly wink. “When you were getting your wine, I grabbed it and hid it under my leg. One thing I’m not is predictable. I like to keep you guessing.”

Dallas touched her lovers’ cheek. “And that’s why you’re the best I ever had. You’re not like other niggas that only care about
bustin’ a nut and don’t give a fuck about the chic they’re with. Even with your bad back you do it better than anybody else. I spent years with selfish men who didn’t satisfy me. Fuck that shit.”

Tyce
grabbed his own glass which did not hold wine, but Patron instead. He took a sip and looked up at her and smiled.

“Well, those days are over, ‘
cuz you’re mine now.”

Rehab was a bitch! I left the session with my back screaming at me. Mark, my rehab technician, asked me if I was still taking my pain medication and I told him no. The middle aged man couldn’t comprehend why I didn’t take anything to relieve my pain when I had a supply on hand. It was simple to me. I didn’t want to dull my senses. I wanted to feel the pain each day and use it as fuel to fill my hate tank. I wanted to be reminded every second about what happened to me, so I could focus on getting revenge on the bastard that tried to snuff me out.

As I exited through the automated hospital doors, I adjusted the gun which was tucked just
to the left of my belly button. The safety was on, but, Sway, Peck, and I were about to get real reckless. The two of them were waiting in my Range with the air conditioning blasting. While I was getting my back muscles stretched and flexed…they were busy tracking down Thad. While mark was pressing out the knots in my scapula muscles…I received a text message confirming his capture. And now they were waiting on me to join the party. I gingerly slid into the passenger’s seat as Sway started the engine.

I looked over at him. “Where is he?”

Sway put the car in gear. “He’s at an abandoned junk yard tied to a bumper baking in the hot sun like a biscuit. That nigga’s spooked.”

“Good.” I nodded.

As usual, Peck poked his face in between the seats from the back sporting a newly acquired five o’clock shadow on his tanned cheeks and chin. He had that frigid glare in his cool blue eyes and he was just itching to serve up some stone cold pay back.

“I can’t wait to see the look on this chump
’s face when he sees you.” Peck sucked his teeth. “How’d you know where he was anyway? He moved to a different spot after you broke his jaw. His punk ass went into hiding like Bin Laden after we busted his ass out on stage. That fool made sure nobody knew where he went, not even Angelique.”

As Sway pulled off
, I reclined my seat to rest my back and schooled my young Jedi.

“Shit, I may not sell drugs, but that don’t mean I don’t know every nigga that does. I was in that field not to
o long ago. I was jus’ on the enforcing side. The high quality shit he likes to fuck with can only come from a handful of dealers out here. I jus’ made a few phone calls, a few threats, and came up with the address to his so-called hideaway. Coke heads either pick up the shit, or they have it delivered. Either way they gotta stay connected to the streets and that’s my territory.”