Page 13 of Zeus: Love of a god

She still didn’t speak much around all of us, but she did around my sisters and me. Her voice was sexy to me, as it should have been, because she was for me. We chilled every day when I wasn’t handling club or brewery business. Daily, I dug more and more into who she was, but I could tell there were things that shewasn’t ready to tell me. Things like what the fuck she did for a living. She told me that she was a consultant.A consultant of or for what?

My parents and I talked about what else my afternoon plans with Dindi held, when we heard movement behind us. I turned my body with narrow eyes. Here came Jin without her crutches and a hobble. “Jin, where are your crutches?”

She looked down at her phone, typed something, then turned it so that I could read it. This was what she chose to do when she didn’t want to talk, but the person didn’t know sign language.I don’t need the crutches anymore, Zee. I’m fine.

“I’m not about to play with you,” I said before I walked over to scoop her into my arms. “You act like that boot means you can do everything.”

No, I didn’t need to carry her, but right now, this was how I could have her in my arms. I chuckled when she rolled her eyes. She could roll her pretty brown eyes, but I bet she wrapped her arms around my neck. “We’ll talk to y’all later,” I shouted over my shoulder as I left my parents’ house.

After we were both in my truck, Jin spoke. “Zee, I need to go to my house to get more stuff since Mrs. Laverne has insisted that I stay a little longer. How long do friendly kidnaps last?”

My answer to her question was a boisterous laugh. My mamá was serious about this friendly kidnapping bullshit. I fussed about Jin doing too much on her ankle. The reality was that she could have probably gone back to her house two weeks ago. In the beginning, Mamá harped on that it would take up to eight weeks for her ankle to heal. Now at week ten, I wondered what the excuse was.

“You know I don’t know. I’m sure if you really want to go home, you can.” I side-eyed her for a second before I put my eyes back on the road. “Something tells me that you like being here.”

She could act like she wanted to go home, but I knew what was up. Hell, her cousin, Melody, flew in a few weeks ago and stayed with her for a week. We all thought that she was cool as hell, especially Poseidon. Melody and Dindi had the same flirtatious spirit.

“Shut up, Zee. I just don’t want to hurt Mrs. Laverne’s feelings. Plus, your mom and dad can cook, cook.” She nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders.

I didn’t bother to address her bullshit comment about not hurting my mama’s feelings. Mamá told her last week that whenever Dindi was comfortable that she could call her Mama Verne. Dindi was going to fuck around and find herself moved in with my parents. It was crazy that my siblings and I had been out of the house for umpteen years, but our mama still seemed to suffer from empty nest syndrome. Dindi staying there filled that for her and surprisingly, our bampás.

We rode in silence for a while before Jin broke it. “Did you, your brothers, and sisters get teased in school because of being named after Greek gods when most would look at you and just see black kids with ‘good hair’ as they say?”That was random as hell.

“Um, nah. I mean, if they did, it wasn’t in our face. With it being so many of us, no one was trying to fuck with us. Plus, all of us knew how to fight because my father had all of us in mixed martial arts for as long as I can remember. We all still practice at the Leotas gyms. Also, we have all been taught to handle firearms since we were roughly twelve years old. You gotta stay dangerous so that you can remain safe.”

I felt her eyes on me as we pulled into the parking lot of the medical plaza. My entire family knew how to be about that action if it was necessary. That trait came from both sides. There was no way that my ancestors on my mama’s side could have successfully thrived in an illegal business during theprohibition without being with the shits. They had the laws, other competitors, and thieves against them.

On my father’s side, it wasn’t easy for my grandfather, who started the Mount Olympus Riders. The club began with all Greek riders. After a few years of establishment, it was integrated with African-Americans and Hispanics. The Basil men loved melanated women, and with those women came their melanated families. There, of course, were some Greeks who hated the “muddying” of our blood. It’d been said that if I didn’t marry and procreate with a Greek woman that my Greek lineage would be completely wiped out. I felt otherwise because as long as I instilled the culture into my children, Greek would always be a part of them.

“Come on so this doctor can tell you to sit on your ass somewhere,” I said once I opened the passenger door to get Jin out after I parked.

She signed something, knowing that I wouldn’t know what the fuck she said. She did that when she wanted to talk shit silently, but at the same time boldly. She was turned to the side with her legs hanging out of the door. I took the initiative to use my hands to spread her legs apart, then stepped in between them. I put my face so close to hers that our lips could have touched.

I spoke just loud enough to make sure that she could hear me. “You’re big and bad. Say that shit with ya words, Jin. Stop playing with me.”

The look in her eyes was unreadable until it was. When her lips connected to mine, my brow arched. My hand cuffed the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. My tongue entered her mouth like a welcomed guest soon to be tenant.Fuck!When my dick started to harden, I pulled back.

“Was that enough words for you?” Dindi’s voice was low.

I gazed at her for a moment before I responded. “I feel like you’re trying to get fucked.”

“Why try when you can just do?” she said, not breaking our stare.Oh shit!

I took a step back so that I could lift her out of the seat to place her on her feet. “Come on so we can get the fuck out of here. I got something for that ass after this.”

Dindi’s doctor told us that her ankle was healing nicely. He wanted her to keep the boot on for another week before she could take it off. Her ribs had healed a while ago, so she was good there.

“Jin, don’t drop that fuckin’ leg again.”

She talked all that sexy shit but had a hand on my abs, trying to push me back out of her tight pussy. Yeah, it was just like that. After her appointment, I brought her to my house so we could get acquainted at the level that I really wanted to be. Like before, she initiated shit with wrapping her lips around my dick. I’d had my dick sucked a thousand times over, but there was something about the way she did it. I wouldn’t even say that it was the best skillfully, but it may have been because of how I felt about her.

“Zee. Zee. Oh God! It’s so deep.” Her words came out accompanied by a moan.

Dindi’s body was perfect. I was an inked-up man, but my baby only had two tattoos. On her left clavicle, there was the nameHarmony Kadencewith hearts floating around it. The second tattoo was the most interesting. It was an upward trail of musical notes that started right below her panty line. It trailed up the left side of her stomach, around her hips, across and upher back, then over her shoulder, ending at her right clavicle where a violin sat. It was sexy as fuck.

One of my hands held up her leg with the boot on it, and the other hand gripped a handful of her breast while I stroked her at different angles to learn her insides. I placed my lips on hers. We passionately kissed as she circled her hips under me, and I caught the beat. I moved my lips to her ear. In a low tone, I said, “You’re mine, Jin, and I’m yours.”

“Yes, I’m yours. You’re mine, Zee,” she moaned back to me. I hope she knew what that meant.

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