Page 29 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
The way this man eyed me, I wanted to give him a taste of my mama’s recipe. Gripping him by the shirt, I pulled his lips to mine and smothered them. Glass shattered the air just before I was lifted onto the counter. Spreading my legs with his knee, he stepped in between them. Grasping the lower half of his shirt, I tugged it over his head, temporarily breaking our kiss. I panted, lips sore as hell, but that wasn’t about to stop me from meshing our lips again.
“Daddy, is the food done?” Khali’s voice was what really broke our kiss. Khalif snatched his shirt from the floor and pulled it back down over his head. I jumped down off the counter and rounded the island just before she entered the kitchen.
“Yeah, baby girl. I was just about to come in there and get you.” He grabbed a broom and swept up the broken glass off the floor.
“I’ll set the table,” I offered. Hopefully, that would calm my warming, soaking-wet center. Taking the plates out the cabinet, I went over to the table.
“I’ll help you,” Khali offered.
We set the table, and Khalif brought the food over. We sat down, had a moment of silence, and then everyone dug into the food.
The entire time, I kept stealing peeks of Khalif. The way that man kissed me in that kitchen and was prepared to rip my clothes off, I just knew the chemistry between us was undeniable.
Once we were done eating, I offered to clean the kitchen while he tucked Khali into bed. It wasn’t much to clean up. I was done in no time. Soon as I put the last dish up, Khalif came back into the kitchen.
“Thanks for tonight. I needed this more than you know.”
Scratching his beard, he stared me in the eyes and said, “Remedi, I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t think I’m ready for anything serious right now.”
“With the way my life is set up right now, I don’t think I want anything serious either. But we can have fun.” Stepping to him, I said, “We can agree to just keep it fun.”
“Goodnight, Remedi.”
“Goodnight.” He walked me out onto the porch and stayed there ’til I got in my truck and backed out the driveway.
Chapter 12
Khalif
A week later
“And you’re sure that he’s in there?” I questioned Creed as we sat in my truck, eyeing the motel room from across the parking lot.
“Yeah. They say he hasn’t left since he came in last night.”
“A’ight.” That’s all I needed to hear for me to get out the truck. Grabbing my gun, I tucked it in my waistline and opened the door. Creed got out right behind me.
We crossed the parking lot to the motel room. Covering the peephole with my hand, I knocked on the door. Creed stood to the right of me out of view of the window. If he was to peek out, he wouldn’t be able to see anything.
After a few moments of knocking on the door and not getting an answer, I lifted my foot and kicked it.
Boom!
The first kick just shifted the door. Lifting my foot, I kicked the mufucka again, and that time, it flew in.
Boom!
Lying in the bed was some naked ass female. She was out of her mind ’cause she hadn’t even bothered to move after the door flew in.
The bathroom door was closed. Removing his gun from his waistline, Creed rushed over to it and kicked it in. All we saw was Jake’s ass stuck in the window. I gripped him by his dangling legs and snatched his ass right back through.
“Exactly where the fuck did you think you were going?” I asked him as I tossed his ass to the floor. Creed leaned out the window as I turned my attention back to Jake.
“He threw the bag outside. I’m finna go get it.”
“You almost got away. Kinda quick on ya feet.” Lifting mine, I kicked Jake dead in the face. Saliva and blood sprayed from his mouth. “But not quick enough. You thought you was gon’ steal from me and get away with it?”
Creed came back into the room with the duffel and tossed it against the queen-sized bed opposite the one where the woman lay. Even after everything that was going on ’round her, she had yet to get up from the bed. The hoe was so stuck, it was crazy. Ain’t no telling how much he done gave her ass.
