Page 29 of Bricked Up
“Saadiq, this is perfect, you don’t need to?—”
“Hush woman, don’t tell me what I do and don’t need to do for you. Just sit back and relax. We’re gonna watch the movie shortly, but first,” Saadiq turned toward the door just as the owner and two members of her staff entered behind her with silver carts. On top of each one was a large white box with a big red bow. Each box had a large gift tag hanging from it with her name written on it in black cursive writing. They parked all the carts in front of a grinning Zia. “You’re gonna have to open these.”
“Oh my—Saadiq! What in the world is in these big ass boxes?” Zia asked, tears gathering in her eyes once again.
“Why don’t you open them and see?” He encouraged her with a smile as he handed her the first box.
Laughing, she removed the lid. She covered her mouth in shock and pulled out a huge quilt. As she fingered the quilt, she was in utter awe when she realized that the blanket was made of book covers from several of her favorite black authors. Connie Easton, E. Bowser, K.C. Mills, Aria Days, Monica Walters, M. Monique, Nek Mills, K. Nicole, TN Jones, Kay Shanee, Iesha Bree, Author Shon, Thee Tasha Marie, Talena Tillman, and Kimberly Brown, among others. She was too excited and couldn’t wait to curl up with it.
“Saadiq, you’ve outdone yourself. You?—”
“There’s something else in there.”
Glancing inside, Zia retrieved two new Kindle Colorsofts, Kindle page turners, and a large yellow envelope. Smiling, she opened it to reveal VIP tickets to all of the book events she wanted to attend for the rest of the year and next year, and first-class flight tickets for the days of the events, including Southern Hearts, Boozy Book Tour, Petals and Prose, and The Urban Book Expo and Black Romance Bookfest. She was too excited and couldn’t believe that Saadiq thought of everything.
Moving on to box number two, she opened it to reveal special edition books, book boxes, and autographed copies of books by several of the previously mentioned authors, and then proceeded to box number three. She removed the lid to reveal two large bags of beaded statement jewelry from her favorite jewelry company, House of Sivron, and a box containing all her favorite perfume oils and body butters in her favorite scents from Naughty Scents. Unable to hold back anymore emotions, Zia covered her face and burst into tears.
Saadiq let her have her moment and stepped out to speak with the owner before retrieving some tissue from the bathroom located just outside the door, and handed it to Zia. He sat downbeside her, pulled her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. “Damn baby, how long you gon’ cry?” He chuckled as he dried her eyes and kissed all over her tear-soaked cheeks.
“Shut up, it’s all your fault,” Zia shook her head as her lips curved into a smile. She dried her face as best she could before she kissed him and headed to the restroom to clean her face. A few minutes later, she returned with her make-up touched up and a big smile on her face. “Saadiq, I don’t even know what to say, besides thank you. A million times, thank you. How did you know about the events? Well, you used to talk about wanting to attend book events all the time, but your sister did all the research for me after I hit her up and told her what I wanted to do.”
“And what about my Kindle? How did you know I wanted another one?”
“‘Cuz yo’ ass used to nut the fuck up whenever you forgot to charge one and the other one died, or when you left one at home and forgot to leave one in ya ride or your purse. So I just got you two more. I remember that you used to go from one kindle to the other, and damn near crying when they were all dead because yo’ ass ain’t put them on the chargers.”
Smiling, Zia kissed Saadiq on the lips as she curled up next to him and wrapped herself up in her quilt.
“Britt helped you with finding out who all my favorite authors were, too, didn't she?”
“Yeah, and you know she made sure she was compensated, too.”
“Of course, she loves to read just like me.”
“Exactly, so I had to buy her ass a couple of book boxes and event tickets too,” He chuckled as he reached over on the stand for the remote and pressed play on the movie. “But it was worth every penny just to see you smile.”
“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you all over again, Saadiq?” Zia asked as she ran a hand across his chest.
“Shit, hell nah, ‘cuz ya stubborn ass never fell outta love wit’ me in the first place. Now what do you want from the snack stand?” Saadiq asked as he crossed the room and grabbed a small tray.
“Nachos, a peach pop, and sour straws, please.”
Nodding, Saadiq grabbed her items and popcorn, milk duds, and a cherry Coke for himself.
“Thank you, Saadiq. For everything tonight. My heart is so full right now,” Zia smiled as she sat back down beside him and handed him the tray. “You’re right, I never stopped loving you, but tonight only made me love you even more. This is the perfect date and the perfect night. You own every beat of my heart.”
“And you own every beat of mine as well, beautiful.”
Zia was in heaven. Her heart and soul were so full. She was so in awe that she could hardly concentrate on the damn movie. When she glanced over at Saadiq a little while later, she found him knocked out and snoring softly with his head resting against the back of the couch. Even knocked out to the world, Zia thought Saadiq was the finest man on two legs. As she raised up slightly to kiss him on the cheek, she felt like she was in the middle of her own real-life fairytale. Saadiq had been showing up and out for her from day damn one, and she didn’t realize just how much she missed that kind of love until this very moment. The sudden urge to hear him moan her name was so strong she decided not to ignore it. Her first instinct was to pull his dick out and sit on it, but she decided to tease and torment him first. Slipping a hand under the quilt, Zia pulled his already half-erect dick out of his pants and stroked him until he and his dick were wide awake.
“Mannnn… Zia, don’t start no shit you ain’t tryin’ to finish,” Saadiq widened his legs when Zia started softly caressing hisballs. “I been thinkin’ ‘bout bussin’ in you all fucking day. If you fuckin’ wit’ me, you gon’ get fucked on the hood of my ride.”
“Who says I can’t finish what I’m starting?” She licked her lips as she jacked him off. Saadiq’s lengthy, long, veiny dick felt so good in her hand. As she continued to work her hand up and down and tease the tip with her thumb, Zia’s clit bounced and throbbed as pleasure rushed through her relentlessly. “I’m not fucking with you, but I do wanna get fucked. Real fast and real hard.”
“Yo, I thought you was supposed to be watching the movie?” Saadiq asked with a chuckle.
“I can watch the movie and ride you at the same time.”
“Ughh shittt,” He moaned as he reached for her. “You better back up all this shit talking too ‘cuz I’m not above fucking the lining out cha pussy up in this bitch. Come here.”
