Page 3 of Bricked Up
“Who the fuck is the new owner?” Zia’s head shot up from her phone as she met Saddiq’s amused stare. Her hands shook a little as she punched in Cedric’s number.
“Shit, did you develop a hearing problem, or is my dick the reason you’re having trouble processing information? For the last time, Zia, I’m the new owner.” Grinning, he winked before locking the door behind him.
“Fuck!”
CHAPTER ONE
Zia had been on pins and needles for the past three weeks. Besides texting her the night after she vandalized his ride to ask her for her social media handles and the last time she’d been to the drive-in, she hadn’t spoken to Saadiq, and the shit drove her to distraction. Not to mention, she was horny as fuck for the nigga. Saadiq always had her pussy on sprinkle mode. He kept her creaming, cumming, and squirting in and out of the bedroom. Had the kiss gone on any longer behind her store that night, she would’ve cum right there.
Zia forgot that Saadiq knew that shit, knew how sensitive her body was for him, and no other. He knew how quickly she could cum apart because he trained her body to do it. Which was exactly why her body instantly reacted to him the way it did. And since she hadn’t been sexually satisfied since him, keeping her distance from him as much as humanly possible was probably for the best. Especially when her heart and pussy was a little too happy that Saadiq was back home. The weight of those memories of how often they used to fuck and cum all over each other had been on repeat ever since. Driving her fucking crazy and making her pussy cream damn near uncontrollably so. Shechecked herself quick, told herself that she was in total control of their reunion, but the confidence she lacked in believing her own pep talk was seeping through her fucking pores. Zia knew damn well that if she didn’t keep her fucking distance from Saadiq, she was gonna fold harder than a lawn chair on a windy ass summer afternoon.
After unblocking Saadiq and accepting his friend request on Facebook and Instagram, Zia stalked his pages to see what the nigga had been up to for the last few years. She knew Saadiq wasn’t a big sharer and didn’t post often, but when he did, the bitches straight came up out of the woodwork. Commenting and doing too fucking much just to be fucking seem. Females loved being in the nigga’s face, and he loved the attention.
Once she confirmed that the nigga was still very much so, a ladies’ man and supposedly single, she realized that he was still a gym rat, a bit of a health nut, and still did floor installations. Zia also discovered that his grandmother had passed away last year, which was probably why he moved back home. Zia immediately wanted to call him and offer her condolences. She knew his grandparents meant the world to him and wished that she’d been there to console him during his grieving.
Yesterday evening, Zia sent him a text asking to speak with him about a business matter, but he never responded or called. Though annoyed, she hoped to catch him at his place while renovations were underway today in hopes that he’d hear her out. Plus, she had so many questions about whether there would be any potential changes to the building, rent, or anything else that concerned her business.
Reining in her thoughts, Zia stifled a yawn as she finished mixing up the homemade batter for her pistachio sugar cookies when she just so happened to glance up into the lobby and spotted Saadiq stroll in. Once she scooped the cookies into four pans, she slid them into the preheated oven, turned on the timer,and made her way toward him just as he placed an order for a strawberry crunch cake, two Superman, and two pistachio sugar cookies. Saadiq’s penetrating gaze slowly traveled Zia’s body as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
It was so simple yet intense and sexually charged to the point that her clit began to beat like the base in Saadiq’s 1967 Chevy Impala he owned back when they first started dating. Even fully clothed in a sundress and draped in her apron and her hair pinned underneath a net cap, Zia felt like she had on lingerie, garters, fishnets, and pumps. Saadiq had always been able to make her feel like she was the sexiest woman walking this side of heaven.
When she and Saadiq first met at the Ford Wyoming Drive-In eight years ago, he looked at her just like he was now, which was exactly how she ended up riding his dick the same night they met in the back seat of Saadiq’s ride.
“Not you having the audacity to come up into my place of business, and eat my cake and cookies after ignoring my text message,” Zia mugged him after he thanked Aniyaa, the cashier, and proceeded toward her. “I shoulda refused you service.” She rounded the corner and approached him at the end of the counter. He invaded her personal space to inhale her perfume.
“You’d never refuse me service of any kind, Zia, and you better quit eye fucking me like you doing wit’ yo’ horny ass,” Saadiq warned with a wink as he devoured one of his fresh cookies in two bites. “And what can I say, I’ve always enjoyed eating your cake and cookies.”
“What’s gonna happen if I don’t?” She eyed him with a smirk as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip.
“I’mma forget you don’t belong to me no more and suck ya pussy lips off the bone. You know I like to fuck and suck all that anger up outta you when you get all in ya fuckin’ feelings.”
“Uht uh,” Zia chuckled, hoping it would hide her excitement at just how much that shit he said turned her on. “I’mma remind you at every turn that we ain’t together no more. You ain’t gon’ be able to forget if you tried.” Smiling, she tapped him softly on the chest. “The last thing I’m trying to do is get caught up on that big dick of yours and forget I can’t stand you.”
“Keep lying to yaself if that’s what it takes to help you make it through yo’ days, but we both know I’m ya kryptonite. Always have been. Always will be. And you’re mine.”
“Whew, and I thought you were full of yourself when we first got together,” She laughed as she shook her head. “You just ridiculous with it now. “But let’s move on to just how rude you’ve become. Why didn’t you respond to me, Saadiq?”
“I wasn’t ignoring you,” he admitted with a vulnerability he would rather keep buried deep down in his soul. “I needed time to think. Plus, I had to keep my distance. Especially after I put my lips on you and held you in my arms again after all this time.”
“Why?” She eyed him curiously. “I don’t see how any of that has to do with you not returning?—”
“I didn’t wanna hear your voice because I’m still in love with you, Zia. I hate that I am, but I am. And fuck, I wanted to fuck the shit outta you up against my truck. Hell, I’m struggling right now behind wanting to lay you down on this countertop and fuck shit outta you. I can smell your arousal mixed with that soft ass perfume you have on right now, just like I could the night you fucked up my ride. Anyway, I rubbed out four nuts before I came up in here. I think I can keep my hands off you for twenty minutes tops. So what you wanna talk about and please for fuck’s sake, don’t bite, nibble or lick your bottom lip again and make it quick or everybody in this muthafucka is gonna see my dick bricked up ‘cuz I’mma pull the muthafucka out and put it in you.”
Zia took a deep breath. She didn’t know what the fuck to do with his blunt ass threat. She didn’t know why she was so shocked, though, because one thing Saadiq never did was beat around the bush; instead, he plowed right through the muthafucka. His directness was one of the many things that turned her on about him, and one she missed the most. Even though it drove her crazy at times.
Glancing around her storefront, she wondered if anyone had heard Saadiq. She inhaled another breath as she attempted to process this shit. To say her mind was blown would be a huge understatement. Even though she knew this man’s typa carrying on, she still didn’t expect him to say that he was still in love with her. Or that he had to beat off before coming to see her.
“Saadiq, I don’t think?—”
“You wanna talk or not, Zia?”
Zia hesitated as she glanced around again before she nodded. “Yeah, come on.” She waved at him over her shoulder to follow her back to her office. Once she closed the door behind her, Zia walked over to her desk, removed her apron, gloves, and hair cap, and leaned against the front of it.
Saadiq sat in the cuddle chair in front of the window to the right of her desk. Her office was large, with a deep red decor and a nice mix of earthy tones. A storage and bookcase shelving unit stood on the other side of the wall, with potted plants arranged on top of it. A large, rose-shaped, mirrored shelf was on the wall beside it, above a deep mahogany cabinet. Zia loved how her office was big yet very cozy.
Though with Saadiq’s presence settled into her space, she felt like it was suddenly so small that he could reach out and hem her ass up on his dick. And from the look of lust and intense longing flashing in his gaze, he wasn’t too far away from doing exactly that.
“I strongly suggest you say what’s on your mind before I make ya pussy do all the fucking talking I need to hear, Zia,” Licking his lips, Saadiq pulled his dick out, and that third leg confidently stood straight the fuck up in all its long, glistening glory. “Especially when you know what seeing you in a fucking sundress does to me. Did you wear that for me?”
