Chapter 5

Zora

Holy fucking shit.

This was not happening.

None of it.

It was all a dream.

I turned in my bed, saw the note, felt that I was naked and squeezed my eyes shut. It wasn’t a dream. That shit happened and goddamnit, it felt so fucking good.

God, I hated him for making me feel that way.

I hated him, so bad. Yet, I couldn’t reconcile my anger, aversion to the male populations and how he made me feel. Harvey was right. When it came to him, I did feel the connection, the electricity and the fire. We would be explosive. Hell, we were already explosive, and we hadn’t even made it to third base yet. I was the instrument, and he was the talented composer from hell because he knew exactly what I liked and what I needed. Every one of my muscles were relaxed, my heart was sated and shit if I didn’t feel like a new woman.

Who knew that’s what an orgasm could do?

Opening one eye, I peered at the note and read.

Sweetheart,

You should see your face when you come hard. It’s a top ten.
Had to go; figured you needed your space.
Call me tomorrow or I’m coming to you.
Have a good one. I know I will.

HB

Goddamn.

It was certainly not a dream.

Dropping the note, I jerked the comforter back over my head and tried to muffle the scream I let out. Why was I such an idiot? I damn neared raped the man by ripping his clothes off, like I was Xena the Warrior Princess in need of some dick. Harvey must think I’m a sex-deprived shrew who would devour him.

Fuck.

Thoughts raced through my head as I mentally prepared for work. The ladies are doing a four-hour practice today, so it would be a long one. I had a lot to do and Harvey Black was not one of those things. So, I quickly showered, dressed and went about my day as if nothing happened. However, it wasn’t that easy.

When I arrived, Justine took one look at me and said, “Something is different.”

“What?” I nearly choked on the coffee I had yet to drink still in my hand.

“What happened?” she asked. “There’s something different about you.”

For fucks sake.

“Nothing,” I snapped.

“Mmm,” she hummed as I walked past her to my office.

Practice started off rocky but turned into a really good one after Sasha of all people became frustrated with the ladies’ performance.

“Do y’all want a chip (championship) or not?” She yelled after one of the drills. “This shit y’all are doing, don’t win chips. This shit y’all are doing right now, this don’t get you to the pros. This gets you nowhere!”

Sasha was the mellowest out of all of us and if Justine and I were done yelling and she was that was saying something. Needless to mention, practice picked up, and no one had to run a suicide, encourage anyone to play hard or execute a drill successfully. That was a win I would take.

When practice was over, everyone dispersed but I remained in my office because I did not want to go home. Hell, I didn’t know what was at home or whom. Looking at my phone, I remembered the note. I could share with him that it was a mistake via the airwaves or wait for him to come to me. I didn’t want that because he held the power and he knows he does.

As I was about to pack up, a courier came into the space with a large box and said, “Delivery for you coach.”

“Okay,” I tried to look inside. “What is it?”

“I’m not sure but it says perishable.” He sat it down on the table. “Do you want me to bring it out to your car?”

“Yes, that would be great. I’m leaving now.” I nodded.

Once we pulled up to my house, the driver retrieved the large box and placed it on the island in my kitchen as I requested. After grabbing a glass of wine, I took a sip and began to open the large box. Inside was the largest bouquet of flowers, I’d ever seen. It was almost as big as those in a funeral bouquet arrangement but surrounding the vase was a cheese, meat, fruit and cracker tray on all four sides of the metallic-colored glass holder. The display was absolutely stunning and screamed expensive, if not exclusive. Under the flowers, tucked into the cloth wrappings around the vase, was a card.

It read:

Zora,

Thinking about nothing but you.
I know you work like crazy, make sure you eat too.
Play hard, worker harder.

HB

God, this man.

On its own accord, my phone scrolled down to his number I saved from yesterday’s impromptu call and I hit the green button.

On the second ring, he answered, “Sweetheart, so fucking good to hear from you.”

I sighed, “You didn’t leave me much of a choice.”

I looked at the flowers, the food and felt a pang of guilt. “Thanks for the flowers and food. It looks delicious.”

“You are welcome. It is delicious. One of the top chefs supplies them for the actors on movie sets.” He said with certainty.

“Well, thanks.” I tried to hide my tone, signaling that I was impressed. “Um, about last night. I think things got a little out of hand and I think—”

“Don’t ruin my day with your shit, Zora,” Harvey snapped at me. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day. Smelling, tasting and feening for you all goddamn day. My dick is as hard as a fucking rock and it’s been like that all day because of you. So, before you start talking about what a mistake it was, spare me the bullshit lies.”

His words stunned me to silence because they were harsh but true. It was lies, but I had my reasons.

“Fine, I’ll spare you.” I carried on. “It just can’t happen again.”

“Why?” he snapped. “Give me one good damn reason why not?”

“It’s my choice and I say it can’t.” I owed him no explanation.

The doorbell rang, which meant the kids were probably out of school and trying to sell candles, candy or something to raise money. I grabbed my purse and opened the door to find no kids, but a hulking figure with the phone to his ear and a look that could kill.

“Shit,” I said under my breath. “Harvey, what are you doing here?”

“Coming to claim what’s mine,” he said with no hesitation as he walked inside my house. “And a reason why she won’t let me.”

Holy shit.

“Harvey, my reasons are—”

“Bullshit,” he interjected. “Last night, you let me in, sweetheart. Why pull up anchor now. One shot.”

“I don’t have one shot left,” I snapped at him. All sense of courtesy was gone and my voice had elevated to another level. “I have nothing left to give. Do you fucking hear me? I’m used up, been abused, neglected, mistreated and I won’t do that shit no more. No fucking more. Do you hear me? You’re not listening, you stupid man. I have nothing to give you. It’s a shell of a woman. She’s dead inside, don’t you see. Can you hear me?”

Harvey’s eyes bore down on me and all I could do was stare back. Then he spat, “Bull fucking shit. The woman that came apart in my arms last night three goddamn time was not dead. The one that screamed my name, so the fucking county sheriff could hear it, is not a shell of a woman. The woman who helped her brother out, even though it could and would back fire on her, has more to give. She’s just scared. But, sweetheart, I’m strong enough for both of us. Do you hear me, woman? I ain’t scared of shit. Not scared of you and I damn sure not scared of us.”

I shook my head and muttered, “Stupid.”

“It might be, but I know it will pay off.” I stepped toward her. “One shot.”

“I don’t have it.” I pleaded with him, literally.

“Let me be the judge of that.” I kissed the corner of her mouth.

“You break me, Harvey and I might not recover.” I warn him because I must and it’s the damn truth.

“Fuck,” he chuckled. “Funny, here, I’m thinking I’m the one that’s going to get his heart broken.”

That was my undoing. I launched at him, pulling his tie from around his neck, tearing off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. Harvey made quick work of getting the clothes unraveled around his ankles, keeping just briefs and black socks on. The bulge though was so humongous, it could not be hidden and all I wanted to do was see it up close and personal. I slowly dropped to the floor on my knees and pulled his underwear down until his large, erect and heavy cock sprang out.

I trailed my tongue along the underside of the beast and Harvey groaned as he spread his legs, so he could take what he was about to get. Another lick to the shaft as I cupped his balls, had Harvey fisting my hair.

“Fucking woman, don’t tease me,” Harvey hissed. “Put my dick in your sweet mouth. Show me how you can suck me good, sweetheart.”

The man did not have to say much more than that. His words spurred me on and I wrapped my lips around the large head of his hard cock. Precum and all swirled around on my tongue as I took him farther and farther in my mouth. He was long and wide, but I gave it all I could, even using both hands to twist and create the triple points of touch on his large member.

“Goddamn,” Harvey hissed. “Like that. Just like that.”

So, I kept doing just that, until he held my hair tight and started fucking my mouth. I held on to his hips and he moved in and out of my wet mouth. The sloppy noises made me crazy and my pussy was dripping with need. I wanted him.

Fuck, I admitted it.

I needed him.

His dick stroked the back of my throat, causing me to gag but Harvey didn’t stop.

“You can take more, sweetheart. Open that mouth and swallow me.” His eyelids were low, but his eyes were on me and Harvey was watching everything. Both hands were fisted in my hair as he stroked in and out of me with his back arched over me.

“Oh Zora, my fucking Zora.” He pushed in one more time, then pulled out completely and let me go.

Swallowing all the saliva and precum that gathered in my mouth, I finally spoke, “Why’d you stop?”

Harvey growled, like the animal he was, then picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Once I was on the bed, Harvey tore off my blouse, my bra and nearly ripped my pants down my legs. The thong was easily ripped away into shreds on the side of the bed.

“You’re so damn beautiful!” His eyes were full of nothing but me. “Are you going to give me you?”

Harvey asked this as one finger slid inside my hot pussy. Then another joined the party as his body came over me, putting us at eye level. I nodded, but he said, “Need to hear those words. Are you giving me you?”

With everything in me, I knew this was a mistake but damn, did it feel so right. My body was on fire and I felt like a dog in heat.

“Yes,” I breathed as my nipples tightened and pussy convulsed.

Harvey removed his fingers and placed them in my mouth, almost causing an overload to my system. He pushed them in and out as I wrapped my tongue around each digit to clean them. His eyes widened on my lips, then he bent to kiss me. Everything in me almost came to a Matrix-like pause. Harvey’s mouth on me, his chest connected with mine, his legs making room for him so he could enter me and then came the slit of his big dick against my weeping pussy.

Good God.

One push and my body strung tight. He was so huge.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Harvey muttered on my lips.

“Shh,” I hushed him.

Another push and I inhaled his breath while he pulled out and made the final push.

“Ohhhhhh,” I cried out in pain and pleasure.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re so damn tight.”

Harvey did not move for what felt like an eternity but it could have only been a minute. He was so big, in every way but I could only hold on tight as he waited for me to adjust. My heart was beating out of my chest, sweat was forming all over my body and any area that wasn’t exposed by his bulk of a body, had the fine hairs standing on edge. I was physically full and overwhelmed but when he started to move, I was lost in him.

“Harvey,” I moaned his name as he began to fuck me like he was just as lost.

He grunted and growled as he moved in and out of me with measured, precise strokes. Causing my clit to be stimulated as he pressed on with each upward push. Within seconds, I was scratching his back and coming apart all around him. This must have spurred his own orgasm because he was next but the feral growl of the beast on top of me was fucking hot.

“Zoorraa,” he moaned as he came down. “I knew it.”

My mind and body was nothing but goo as I laid in the bed, thoroughly fucked. Harvey rolled off me to the side, pulling me into him with my back to his chest.

Cuddling?

Holy shit, Harvey Black was cuddling.

This was my last thought before I passed out in his arms. Completely forgot about my heart, my head and the goddamn condom.

****

Something was moving on top of me, causing me to jump up in my sleep.

“What the fuck?” I yelled but only saw two eyes peering up at me.

Shit, it was Harvey.

“Shh, it’s me sweetheart,” he whispered. “Need you again.”

His mouth went to my breast, and the man sucked on them, as if he was waiting for something to come out of the nipples. It was very clear that Harvey was a thorough lover. There were no half strokes, the man pulled in and out. Sucked hard and deep. Fucked good and long.

I was in trouble.

My hands went to his head to pull him closer because even in a half-sleep haze, my body was fully awake and waiting for the one man who could give it what she needed.

“Harvey,” I whispered with needed etched in my voice. “Please.”

He bit down on my left nipple and then the right, before he opened my legs with both arms stretched wide and entered me in what felt like a gust of wind, leaving me breathless.

“Holy fuck, Zora,” he groaned.

With both of my legs dangling from his arms, Harvey fucked me good and raw. The man grunted like the big men lifting weights at the gym. With him, it made my clit pulse with each stroke. I knew he felt it pulsing because he grunted. He wasn’t a gentle lover, he was a goddamn fucker, and I loved every second.

When he came this time, he pressed his whole body into mine, and roared his release and filling me up with his load. When he pulled out, I felt his cum trickled down my ass and eventually on the bed, but I didn’t give a good goddamn.

Harvey Black could get it any way he fucking wanted from me.

That was a fact.