BRONX:

She drove off and it took everything in me not to follow her home and bury my cock in her for another night.

My beautiful woman.

I swear to God, I felt like a new man with a fresh outlook on life. The grass seemed a bit greener and the sky bluer. The past three days were the first time in a long time that I felt truly alive.

Shay did that.

The woman freely gave herself to me and held nothing back even after she thought I had played her. All that fucking time wasted for some bullshit. Every time I thought of that, I got angry.

I didn't quite rest like I thought I would because now it seemed like something was missing. Shay’s naked body under mine, with my hand on her hip and her head on my chest. I didn't know how things would work out or how soon, but I wasn't going to rush things with her like I did with Shelly.  However, I also wasn't going to torture the both of us for years either.

The next day, I was up early at the gym, where Razor met me in the office.

“Something wrong?” I asked when I walked through the doors to see him sitting on the couch.

“Nope,” he stood up. “Just wanted to see the new man before anyone else did.”

We laughed.

“Brother, you look ten years younger and thirty pounds lighter. Figuratively speaking.”

I laughed out loud.

“Brother, I feel like it.”

“Nothing like it? Man, I'm telling you. Best thing to ever happen to me. Kylie and her smart ass mouth. She takes my crazy, supports it, has my back, and gives me her everything and I do the fucking same. Whatever book she read, I'll read it twice. Wherever she wants to go, I'm buying two tickets. Whatever she wants, she gets, cause there ain't nothing like it,” Razor noted.

“Fuck! I understood it on one level, but I didn't really understand it. Now, I get that shit and am still getting it. She's a game changer. Rethinking everything. Bout to buy a new truck now. Get my patio redone so the grill is installed. She’s a beast on the fire.”

Razor laughed and said, “Goddamn. Fucking love it.”

I put my bag down and said, “Thanks, Brother.”

“The fuck did I do?” Razor’s head went back.

I chuckled, “You just believed for me.”

He smirked and said, “My girl and yours are like sisters, just like we’re brothers. Even before I claimed Kylie, Shay was always cool with me. I knew you guys would be great, in a way that would last.”

I contemplated my shoes for a bit.

“Yeah, I'll work myself to death to make sure it does.”

“I know.” He headed towards the door. “Now, show me where the self-defense classes will be? Kylie’s excited.”

“Let's do it.”

******

TEXTING:

I texted Shay mainly because I missed her and it was only Monday morning.

I adjusted myself as I thought about her bent over the bathroom counter as I fucked her hard before we took our last shower of the weekend.

There was no response after my last text. I could not worry about pushing her too fast because I told her we would get there. She would have to know the pace would not be slow.

Around noon, I made my way to the compound to check on things. Dessy had moved back in with Shay, so we put surveillance on the single home and not hers and her folks. I planned to take some of the shifts to guard Shay. Razor had warned against it but knew it would mean nothing. Just like it did for him with Kylie. He didn’t run point, and neither did I, but I planned to be there until this shit with those fuckers was really put to bed. Rogue bikers looking for justice with no respect for their President did not sit well with me. Razor felt the same, so the two of them had surveillance until we deemed it was no longer necessary.

My office was next to Razor’s, but he was at the compound and since Debra, Uno’s old lady, was cooking, most of the guys came over to eat. I was about to head back to the gym when Bird yelled towards the back, “Bronx, someone here to see you.”

When I came out into the main area, which seemed fuller than usual at lunch time, there standing in a tank top, capris with the word FOCUS on one leg and sneakers, was Shay. Her long hair was down, and she had two bags in her hands. One was from the restaurant I had ordered her lunch from, and the other was a brown paper bag.

All eyes were on her as I wasn’t sure if she’d ever been in here before. I know she did some work with Razor, but it was probably off site.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t bring enough lunch for the crew,” Shay held up her bags and shrugged her shoulders. “But it seems like you are all good.”

“That yours?” Bear bellowed toward me.

“She’s mine,” I confirmed.

Bursts of ‘hey, bout damn time’, and ‘get it Bronx’ were heard around the large room. I shook my head and walked to her, bent my neck down to kiss her on the mouth as she stood on her toes to meet me.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey, yourself,” I said and grabbed the bags in one hand and held her other one as we went back to my office. “Did you like your lunch?”

I asked this when we were in the office.

“I didn’t eat it yet,” she said. “I wanted to eat with you and,” she held up the paper bag, “I got you something.”

Reaching for the bag, I couldn’t help the smile that I was certain had crept on my face. In the bag, were two hot dogs with mustard, ketchup and a lot of sauerkraut, just like I always got from Liv’s Truck.

“Heard those were your favorites,” Shay said.

“Fuck me,” I mumbled to myself.

“What?” She moved towards me. “Is something wrong?”

“Naw, love.” I shook my head. “Just kicking myself, for not running you down earlier. Four years ago, I should have not taken no for an answer.”

“Bronx,” she said as her hand cupped my face. “Let’s enjoy it now. Come on, let’s eat. I got to get back to work.”

This time, she grabbed my hand and led me to the couch, where she opened up her food that I bought her, and I took a bite of my hot dog.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “How did you know I loved Penny’s seafood scampi?”

She moaned and ate some more.

“Same reason, you probably found out what I eat at Liv’s.” I took another bite, finishing the first one.

Her head nodded as she quickly ate her food. She seemed to be in a rush, but she had forty-five more minutes before she had to return.

“What’s the rush?” I asked before I took a chunk out of my second dog.

“Oh,” she laughed. “Something, I need you to do when we finished.”

“What’s up?” I turned serious.

“You’ll see. Finish your food.”

We ate as my fingers kneaded her thigh and her body was tightly tucked next to me. Shay ate all of the noodles and left the shrimp for last.

“Mmm, that was delicious. Thanks, Bronx.” She stood up and smiled. “Now, since I’m still a little sore.” She unbuckled the belt in her capris, pulled down the zipper and shimmied out of them. “I was thinking you could help a sistah out.”

Fucking woman.

I erupted in laughter at her gall. She had fucking balls of steel and apparently had me by my own balls because I planned to help her all the way out.

“What’s so funny?” she smirked. “All talk and no tongue?”

“I am going to spank your ass.” I pointed at her as I stood up.

Well, if I ever thought she wasn’t just for me, I knew in that moment. Shay turned around, bent over my desk and hit her phone twice before the music started blaring from it.

It was Sumthin, Sumthin by Maxwell.

“You got thirty minutes, mister.”

Slap.

I delivered one on her left cheek, then her right and back again three more times. I could barely hear her moans and ‘Yes, Bronx’ because they were drowned out by the music. Then I wrapped my hand around her waist and flipped her on her back, spread her legs and dropped to my knees.

“This what you want?” I teased.

“You know it.” She smiled knowingly, then she slowly moved her hand down her stomach, as her fingers rubbed her taut nub and said, “Your lips, right there.”

Holy fuck.

My lips went right there, and her hand cupped my head as she began to rock against my face, getting off.

“Yes, Bronx,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”

Her hips jerked up, and I licked every part of her outer lips and each point of the opening since she was sure to be sore. Moving my tongue down to push into her tight pussy and after that, I went further down and licked her tiny slit of a hole.

“Bronx,” she gasped. “Oh God.”

My tongue kept twirling around that hole as my thumb flicked her swollen nub.

Faster.

Faster.

Around and around.

Her fingers started to dig into my neck as she was about to explode. I pushed my tongue into her tiny little hole and rubbed her clit at a faster pace, and she screamed above the music.

“H-h-holy M-m-mot-ther...” Shay stuttered.

My tongue continued to clean up her wet pussy, until she stopped coming, then I kissed my way up to her face.

“What was that about talking and tongue?” I asked against her lips.

The woman was in another dimension, as her eyes were glazed over but in my direction. Then she asked, “Are you human?”

I laughed out loud again.

She was so fucking funny.

Turning my wrist over, I added, “With ten minutes to spare?”

“Fuck,” she hissed. “I’m going to need that time just to get up and learn how to walk on jelly legs.”

I laughed again and pulled her up, so she was straddling me.

“Want me to carry you back to work?” I asked.

“You might have to,” she joked.

“Okay.” I nodded, then said, “But first kiss me.”

Her mouth met mine and she delivered as she nipped, sucked in and pecked my lips. I pulled away because she was stirring everything up in me and I don’t think Dr. Kron would want me calling out for her again.

“Let’s get you back to work,” I said.

“If I must,” she sighed.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have to carry her, but I did drive her back on my bike which was quicker and walked her hand-in-hand to the front of her job at twelve-fifty-six.

Shay was standing on the front step, and I was still on the ground bringing us to eye-level.

“Thanks for helping me with my problem.” She wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I’m available twenty-four seven for those services.”

“You’re so funny. I didn’t know you could be silly.” She smiled.

“Mmm.” My hands grabbed her ass as I brought her closer to me. “Tonight?”

“I’d love to, but I really don’t want to overstay my welcome,” she said. “Also, absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Kitten, we’ve had four years of absence. It doesn’t get any more fonder than this.”

She laughed and said, “Maybe Wednesday?”

“Shay...”

“Bronx...”

I nodded.

“Come on, don’t do that.” She kissed my lips once. “I just don’t want us to spend every waking moment together and get sick of each other. I don’t want the dream to end, so I’m trying to prolong it.” Shay looked down. “I don’t want to lose this.”

“Shay.” I lifted her head up with my finger. “Kitten, I get it. For the very reason, you want to spread it out is the very reason I want you with me every waking moment. Four years, love. Fucking four years. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“Okay, Bronx.” Shay said, “I’ll follow your lead.”

“I got to see this shit.” My eyebrow raised.

“Oh shut up. I gotta go.” She pushed off me.

“Go,” I said as I slapped her on the ass. "Wait, I don't want any misunderstandings, no fucked up communications, and no drama. We good?"

"Are you going to ask me that every time we leave each other?" she smirked.

"Fuck yeah." One side of my mouth turning upward.

"We're good." She smiled and went inside.

When I turned around to leave, at the end of the block stood Greg with a bag in his hand and a scowl that would send a lesser man running. I, on the other hand, nodded at him, got on my bike and went back to work.