Blac kissed Theresa’s full lips, rode her with a little less force till she finished climaxing, then he lowered her legs, leaned over her, brushed her sweat-drenched hair from out of her face, and kissed her deeply again.
Theresa’s eyes closed as she breathed. A content smile appeared on her face. She looked up at Blac. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
His only family was in Wisconsin, and if it wasn’t for Theresa sitting outside that gate in her rusting Chevy Malibu to take him home with her he would’ve had nowhere to go.
Blac raised himself from the bed and stood in front of the mirror on her dresser. She sat up behind him, admiring his tight, well-built body.
Blac glanced at the reflection of the slightly overweight woman behind him. She had gained a few pounds since he had gone to prison, but they were all in the right places—her hips, her ass, and her breasts. Her hair was longer now—a weave of some sort, Blac thought. It looked nice, though, and he figured she might have done it a day or two ago just for his release.
Theresa wasn’t winning no beauty pageants. She was a hard 5.5 on a scale to 10, but that’s what Blac liked. A woman who didn’t think she was too cute. A woman who wasn’t getting hit on every time she walked through the grocery store. A woman who thought she could get no luckier than to find a man like Blac.
Yeah, Theresa was exactly what he needed, and as Blac slid on his jeans, without first putting on his underwear, he figured he’d stay here till he was able to drum up the money to give Cutty, then he would head out to Wisconsin.
He just hoped he could get it in time.
Blac was surprised he had not heard from the drug dealer or any of his boys yet. They knew where Theresa lived, and Blac was surprised not to find some black Hummer or huge GMC truck with smoked-out windows sitting in front of her house when they pulled up earlier.
Theresa knew about Blac’s past, about his brushes with the law, but for the last year, he had promised her that he had changed and would not bring any of that criminal behavior back into her house.
If she got wind of him owing a drug dealer money, despite how much it might hurt her, Blac was almost certain she would put him out.
“You hungry, baby?” Theresa said, climbing out of bed and sidling up behind Blac. Her body was soft against his skin. Her erect nipples pressed into his back, started him going again.
Theresa sunk her small hand into the loose waist of Blac’s jeans, grabbed his growing penis, and tugged at it softly.
“We could go again, then I could make you whatever you want to eat.”
He could do that. His sexual appetite was enormous, his skill was masterful, and Theresa was easy. He could bring her to orgasm three more times without as much as a drop of sweat falling from his brow.
“We got all the time in the world for that, baby,” Blac said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her on the forehead. “Why don’t you get that food together now, ’cause I’m starving. And get me the phone. I got an important call to make.”
“Sure, baby,” Theresa said. She grabbed a robe off a chair in the corner of the room and covered her naked body. She stepped out of the room for a moment, then reappeared with the cordless phone. “Roast beef, potatoes, gravy, and green peas sound good to you?” Theresa said, handing the phone over.
“Perfect, baby.”
Theresa smiled.
Blac patted her on the ass as she stepped out the room, giving him his privacy.
He pulled out the scrap of paper Theresa had written Eric’s cell phone number this morning, when he called the house about their hanging out. Blac was happy that Eric did as he said—actually called the number Blac had given him the day before Eric was released.
Now Blac called Eric, and waited, a frown on his face, with the pressure of having to find $150,000 for Cutty.
When the call was picked up and Blac heard Eric’s voice, a sincere smile appeared on his face. Not until then had he realized how much he missed his friend. “Hey, man! You coming by to pick me up for that beer tonight, or what?”