1 comments/ 41337 views/ 8 favorites Dead Heat: Shattered Hearts Ch. 01 By: velvetpie I remember the first time I saw her. She was naked and covered with blood. Her dark eyes were wild and filled with rage as she crouched in the corner of the living room, a mother fiercely guarding her cub. Her coffee-colored skin was split and streaked with her life essence but she did not seem to feel the pain. She wielded the chef’s knife with the expertise of a woman who’d needed to use it for something other than chopping carrots. Her short-nailed hand was sure around the hilt, as sure as her mind was sure around the welfare of her son, Benjamin. The apartment had been dark, violently devoid of light bulbs due to the drunken charm of her husband, Ronnie. He had come home three sheets to the wind and had expected her to give him a piece of ass. Shoving his sweat-soaked penis into her mouth had proven to be Fyona’s last straw. From neighbors who had seen the entire thing through the ground-floor open window, Fyona Washington had endured a beating that would have left other women broken and unconscious. That it didn’t affect her was a testament to the fact that she’d received too many of them. When she hadn’t folded like a rag doll, Ronnie had gone after the kid and Fyona had protected her son with her life and that knife. When my partner and I had arrived, Ronnie was lying at the bottom of the stairs, his life bubbling out of his mouth with every breath he took and she was still crouched in the corner, still gripped in the fear of the moment and unwilling to let anyone touch her or her beloved son. “Mrs. Washington, I’m Officer Stoneham. Please let me help you.” Her eyes connected with mine and I could see that there was nobody home. Her mind was far away and the way she held the blade made me think that she only saw me as another man intent on harming her. I slowly backed away from her and went into the bedroom. A flowered robe was tossed over a chair and I grabbed it, heading back to her and making a slow approach. This time, her eyes followed me, the weapon raised and the child’s hands on her bare shoulders. “My name is Pete.” I spoke gently, aiming the conversation at the boy. “What’s your name?” “Mykal.” “Mykal, it’s very important that your mother put the knife down.” “Is he gone?” The fear in the child’s eyes made my heart slam angrily in my chest. No child should have to endure what Mykal obviously had. “Yes, Mykal. He’s gone. He won’t be bothering you or your mother again.” “He hurt my mommy.” “Yes, he did, but he’s gone now and that won’t happen again.” I looked into her eyes then, slowly holding the robe out to her. “Mrs. Washington, please. Put the robe on and let me help you.” It took several seconds before she moved and only because Mykal put his arms around her neck, sobbing with a six-year-old’s pain. “Mommy, he’s gone! He’s gone! Please wake up! Please!” His tears touched her and she set the knife down, shrugging into the robe. When I approached, she snatched the weapon up again. “Is he really gone?” I nodded and watched her come apart. She grabbed her son to her shattered body and hugged him while she sobbed. When the ambulance came, she would only allow the attendants to care for her as long as Mykal was holding her hand. That child was her life. So I dreaded having to see her again with the news I had to give her now. She had bought a house on the edge of town and it was at this home that I now parked my squad car in front of. An SUV was parked in the driveway. I passed it, taking the neat flagstones that wove a path between a carpet of impatiens and marigolds, leading to the front door. The woman that opened that door was far from the Fyona Washington that I had first met. This woman was a knockout. Shoulder-length black hair framed her oval face and her skin was a shade of brown that crayons would be envious of. Soft and supple, it stretched unwrinkled over high cheekbones and rounded chin. I was surprised to find myself itching to touch it. Her brown eyes displayed confusion, then filled with fear. “I don’t know if you remember me, ma’am, but I’m Pete Stoneham.” It had been almost ten years since our first meeting and there were so many other white faces in that room that day that I didn’t think she’d remember me. “Yes, I remember you.” The timbre of her voice stroked my heartstrings. A blush crept over my face as I thought about what it would sound like when she came. “You were there that day … “ She suddenly stopped. “Um, I know it’s been a long time, but what are you here for?” “Would you mind if I came in?” I slipped my hat off. “It’s very important.” “Is it Mykal?” “Mrs. Washington … “ “No, tell me now. Is it my Mykal?” “Yes, ma’am.” I answered quietly. I saw the fear overtake her. “Is he d … dead?” “No, ma’am.” I took her shaking hand, taking the opportunity to curl my arm around her waist. “Your husband, Ronnie, has escaped and has taken him hostage.” I had the lovely Fyona Washington in my arms at last. She had fainted dead away. Dead Heat: Shattered Hearts Ch. 02 When Fyona fainted, I caught her easily, swung her into my arms and took her inside. I headed for the living room, deposited her on the couch, closed the front door and fetched her a glass of water from the kitchen. When I returned to her side, she was stirring, trying to sit upright. “Wait, Mrs. Washington. Don’t sit up too fast.” I leaned over her and my heart melted when her caramel brown eyes filled with tears. “Mykal … “ “Mrs. Washington … “ “Don’t call me that.” She sat up, taking the glass of water that I offered. “I got rid of that name when I got rid of Ronnie. And besides, my name’s Fyona.” “All right, Fyona.” “Is Mykal safe?” “Yes. He hasn’t harmed him. From what we’ve been able to piece together, Ronnie showed up at school and took him out.” “Why didn’t they call me?” “Because he’s Mykal’s father. They didn’t see any problem with it.” “Mykal would have never gone anywhere with Ronnie.” “He would if Ronnie threatened to hurt you again.” I watched as my words took hold and unshed tears glistened in her eyes again. “I remember Mykal. He would do anything to protect you.” As she battled her tears, I recalled his little voice telling me that he had stabbed his father, not her. He didn’t want his father to hurt her again. “Does Ronnie have any friends?” “Drinking buddies mostly. Buddies when you’ve got drink. A few of them have shown up here from time to time, pretending to ask about Ronnie and beg for money.” I bristled, thinking about the scum who would prey on this woman. “They cause you any problems?” “Not when I answer the door with my .45.” The smile she gave me made me feel like the sun had returned after a long rainy period. “I’m usually not stupid more than once.” “Good for you.” I laughed. I found myself wanting to know what had happened in her life since our first meeting. If there had been anyone else to make her laugh or cry. If there still was. “Well, I’d better get going. I’ll keep you updated.” “All right.” “And if you think of anything else, be sure to let me know. Here’s my number.” I gave her one of my official cards and watched her read it over. “Thanks, Mr. Stoneham.” “It’s Pete, Mrs. … “ “Hughes, Miss Hughes.” She supplied. “My maiden name.” I sighed with a bit of relief. So she hadn’t remarried but that didn’t mean that she was single. She probably wouldn’t want to go out with me anyway. “I’ll see you.” “Thanks again, Pete.” When I went to sleep that night, I had dreams of her calling my name while I plowed into her creamy chocolate pussy. I only hoped that my dreams would come true. ***** I worked on Mykal’s case with a vengeance. We were able to trace Ronnie’s movements from the prison to the school, but after that, the trail went cold. None of his old buddies had seen him or would own up to seeing him. Three of them had outstanding warrants, so we were at least able to get them off the street and cut off any possible aid Ronnie could get from them. I found Fyona occupying my thoughts during downtime. I kept remembering her beautiful smile, the softness of her lips and her straight white teeth. I wondered what she tasted like. I thought about going by her house, just to say hello or something but I couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse to ask her out. I spent Sunday morning at the gun range as I usually did, honing my already fantastic skills and was surprised to find myself outgunned. The person in the next booth had shot the center right out of the target. Poking my head around the corner, I was even more surprised to find Fyona reloading her cartridge with reloads. “Fyona!” She looked up and graced me with a warm smile. My cock plumped in direct reaction. “Hi, Pete. How are you?” “I should be asking the same of you.” I quickly filled her in on what we’d uncovered. “It wasn’t enough information to warrant calling you but since you’re here … “ “That was quick work for just one day.” I didn’t want to tell her that I’d pushed all my other cases to the side for hers. “I had a lot of help.” “Thanks for all you’re doing, Pete. I really appreciate it. I just hope … “ Her brave façade crumbled and she turned away, slamming the cartridge home. “He won’t hurt Mykal. He’s doing this to hurt you.” “I know.” Her voice was quivering but her gun hand was stone. I watched as she loosed off several shots, all perfectly targeting the center disk. “But he’ll never have a chance to do that again.” “Listen, I … “ When she fixed those eyes on me, I lost my train of thought. Fuck it. At least I can be honest. She had caught one of her plump lips between those pearly whites and I was so entranced. I wanted to run my tongue over those teeth and into her mouth. I wanted to feel those teeth biting my lips, my fingers, my nipples … “Pete?” “I’m sorry, Fyona. I just wanted to know if you’d be interested in having some lunch with me.” There. I’d said it. The half-smile on her face died a slow death as did my heart. “Lunch? You want to have lunch with me?” The note of incredulity in her voice made my heart leap in my chest. “Absolutely! Who wouldn’t want to have a beautiful woman eating lunch across the table from him?” “Even if she’s black?” “Especially if she’s black.” I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I hadn’t really intended on saying it. It just came out. But when I saw the smile grow on her face and the way it lit her eyes, I was glad I was a bumbling idiot. “Then yes, Pete. I’d be glad to have lunch with you.” Dead Heat: Shattered Hearts Ch. 03 Lunch was a dream. Over French onion soup and Monte Cristos drenched with honey, I left the planet Earth and created my own paradise. Fyona Hughes was a dream. Not only was she lovely to look at, she was intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. I knew that she was trying not to think about Mykal but her laughter was honest, if not nervous on occasion. I liked that she ordered wine for us and chose a sauvignon blanc that I’d never had before. “So, do you have any children?” “No. I never married.” “Never married?” She gave me a dubious eyebrow lift. “Are you gay?” “Not today.” She laughed. “No, I’m not gay. I’ve just had a hard time finding the right woman.” I paused. “What about you?” “No, I’m not gay.” She gave me a wry smile. She knew good and well what I was asking. “But no, I’ve never remarried. Come to think of it, I haven’t really dated that much. Mykal’s been my life.” I reached out and covered her hand with mine, giving a gentle squeeze. “He still is your life, Fyona.” She gave a sad nod. “He’s such a good kid, Pete. You’d be proud to meet him.” “I look forward to it.” I kept my hand over hers, enjoying the warmth of her soft skin. “Does he like baseball games?” “He loves any kind of sports. He plays basketball on the school team.” “I’d love to see him play.” “Maybe you can come to one of his games when he comes back.” She gave me a shy smile. “As my date.” “I’d like that.” I wanted to kiss her so badly. I hoped she felt the same and that she was feeling the same connection that I was. We finished the wine and I paid for our lunch. I walked her out to her car, holding the door open and waiting until she was settled in the seat before closing it. “Thank you for lunch, Pete. It was very nice of you to offer.” “My pleasure.” “If you’re ever in the neighborhood, stop by and see me. I always have leftovers.” “I will.” She started the car and I moved out of the way, smiling and waving as she pulled out. I sighed and turned to head to my car. Maybe I was reading too much into things. Maybe I was hoping too much … “Pete!” She had stopped a few feet away and called me through her open window. I jogged over and we leaned in at the same time, our mouths meeting, then sweetly lingering. I thrilled to her light touch on my cheek, her fingertips burning into my skin and bringing my cock to painful, cramped life. “I’m glad you came back into my life.” Her words left me speechless so I leaned in for another kiss, this time teasing her lips apart with my tongue and gently sweeping inside. It took so much for me my desperation and I didn’t want to scare her away with an overt show of passion so I took it slow, trying to memorize the nuances of her tongue. She gifted me with a whimper and one hand snaked through my hair, crushing my mouth against hers. I answered her passion with my own, scouring her tongue with mine and sucking it into my mouth. I pulled away, nibbling on her plump bottom lip and returning to the planet. “Call me?” It was more a plea than a question. Too overwhelmed by my feelings, I could only nod in response and adjust my stiff cock as I headed back to my car. When I got back to the precinct, my partner, Brad had a message waiting for me. They had a lead on Ronnie and I was to meet him at the address in gear. I quickly dressed in riot gear and headed over, joining Brad and several other officers in one of our non-descript vans, hovering just around the corner from the address. His hurried explanation told me what to expect. A crack house run by the Adams Brothers, two notorious dealers we’d been trying to get rid of for years. The tip he’d received had said that Ronnie had showed up there with the kid. Hopefully, Ronnie would be stoked on crack and we’d be able to grab Mykal without too much trouble. I didn’t have his same hope. I knew the Adams Brothers and knew that if they were helping Ronnie, we were in for trouble. I wouldn’t want to see Mykal shot. Fyona’s sad eyes floated in my head. “Okay. Are we ready?” Everyone in the van nodded in response. Al eased the van up to the house while Brad held the side door, all of us poised to leap out. Then there was the scraggly yard, the weather-beaten front door and the possibility of death awaiting on the other side. Brad opened the door and we leaped into the arms of the unknown. Dead Heat: Shattered Hearts Ch. 04 "POLICE! SEARCH WARRANT!" Tommy swung the door smasher and the cheap portal exploded inward. As we filed in, weapons drawn, people screamed and tried to run. We shouted in return, ordering them down and pleased that most complied. Gunfire erupted in the back room and I rushed to help Brad, who was pinned down in the hallway. Jonas Adams, crack dealer and purveyor of death, was in the rear bedroom, upset that we had intruded on his rape of a drugged-out young woman. He was shouting expletives, still pumping his half-hard prick and hoping to quickly be rid of us so he could finish. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen. I acted as a diversion and Brad laid one right between his eyes, dropping him on the spot. The young woman just smiled, her glassy eyes reflecting Jonas' dead ones and reached for his cock. Brad covered and whisked her away. It took another two minutes to clear the house and we were disappointed not to find Ronnie and Mykal. In one of the upstairs rooms, I found a neatly folded square of toilet paper tucked inside an empty tube. To whoever finds this, please inform my mother, Miss Fyona Hughes, that I am alive and well and that my father does not intend to hurt me. He only wants to talk to her. If this can be arranged, he will allow me to go free. I phoned Fyona right away and listened to her cry over the phone lines. She was so happy to hear that her son was okay. "So how do we do this?" "How do we do what?" "Set up the meeting." "Fyona, you're not seriously thinking about meeting with him, are you?" "Of course, I'm going to! Are you crazy? That's my child we're talking about!" "Fyona, you can't meet with Ronnie! Have you forgotten what he did to you?" Her words were bitten off with anger. "I've never forgotten that, Pete. It's kinda hard to forget every time I undress." I wasn't sure what that meant but I wasn't happy. "And don't think you own me just because I kissed you!" "I'm not, Fyona, and you know it!" It was our first fight. "I'll own you when I make love to you!" Jesus! What the hell was wrong with me? "If you make love to me!" I immediately countered, growling, "When and I guarantee, you won't forget it!" We were both silent for a few moments. "I'm sorry, Pete." "Fyona, I care very much for you. I never want to see you like you were when we first met again. Now that I know you, every time I think about that, my heart just breaks." "Pete … " "Don't ask me not to care." I heard the hitch in her breath and knew that tears weren't far behind. "If you want to go through this meeting, then I'll arrange it, but under no circumstances do I want you to meet with this jerk alone, okay? I'm not trying to own you; I'm just trying to protect you. Okay?" "Yes, Pete." "Ugh! Don't answer me like that! I don't want a woman that kisses my ass … " I hesitated, dark thoughts creeping in. "Well, at least not like that!" I heard a soft snicker. "I want you to be as passionate about arguing with me as you are about making love with me." He heard her chuckle again and was thankful that he could make her forget the seriousness of the situation. "I haven't done either in such a long time that I think I'd have to practice." "You know what they say, 'Practice Makes Perfect'." I know I was bold but I couldn't help it. Our sexy banter just felt right. It was so easy to talk to her, even in these circumstances. "We'll have plenty of time for that later. Why don't we just concentrate on Mykal now? Deal?" "Deal." "Okay. Let me make some arrangements and I'll get back with you." "Thanks, Pete, and I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it, hon." I smiled, hoping she could hear it in my voice. "You stay put and I'll drop by later." "Good. I fried some chicken today. There's plenty." "Call you later." Dead Heat: Shattered Hearts Ch. 05 The apartment that Fyona Washington had occupied ten years ago was nothing but wasteland now. Wrought-iron fence kept the unkempt yards and broken pavement from spreading to neighboring areas and the empty-eyed windows of the deserted apartment buildings stared out onto the rest of the prospering landscape with sadness. I ignored the surroundings, instead searching for any signs of life around the decaying buildings and finally located Fyona's SUV, parked alongside a concrete slab that had previously been a loading dock. The driver and passenger doors were open and one of Fyona's slippers was on the ground outside. I tried not to give into the fear that was chewing my heart for dinner and thumbed my cell into operation, contacting Brad, who was on the way. I relayed the information to him and he gave me some in return. Ronnie had a gun. The drugged girl from the Adams crack house had come out of her fog long enough to say that Jonas had given him a .38 Special. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and barked for Brad to hurry. My worry meter, already at an all-time high of 10, had now reached 100. I felt so helpless, walking back and forth outside, waiting for Brad's arrival. Ten anxious minutes later, Brad and three other of our colleagues pulled into the gravel space. Brad tossed me my bag and we suited up. "Hey, Pete?" "Yeah." "Cap doesn't know about this." I nodded. "That's okay. I'll deal with any fall-out. Let's go." The first three buildings were empty. Not completely empty. I wasn't counting the squatters and homeless druggies that usually littered these types of places. I was looking for a mother and her child and the crazed man that held them captive. We apologized to anyone we burst in on and continued our search. In the fourth building, a little kid playing with a broken toy boat gave us a wide smile when we approached. "Hi. You looking for Mikey?" The name caught my attention immediately. I grabbed Brad, stopping him and crouched down by the child. "Yeah. You know him?" "Yeah. He was real nice to me. Gave me money to go to Taco Bell. I love Taco Bell." "Wow, that was really nice." The child's face fell. "Yeah. The pretty lady with him was nice, too, but the man … " The little boy rubbed his eye as if he was about to cry. "He kicked me and told me that I was nothing but a piece of shit." Ronnie. He didn't have to tell me for me to know that Ronnie had been the one to kick him. I fought my anger down. "Can you tell me where they went?" "Yeah. They went downstairs, into the plum guy's house." "The plum guy?" Brad asked. "Yeah. The guy that used to fix all the pipes. The plum guy." I nearly laughed when I understood what he was saying. "The plumber." "Yeah! That's it!" "Can you show us where it is?" The child's eyes changed then, showing fear. "That big man … he said he'd hurt me if I told." "We'll take care of you, son. Just tell us. It's very important." The child looked around at them, then picked up his broken boat, cradling it lovingly. "Okay, but you have to buy me a new boat." "Okay. Now show me." Following the young lad made me glad that I'd taken the time to ask him the questions because the plumber's apartment was located on the bottom floor of the building and we had to take a circuitous path to reach it. He pointed to the paint-cracked door and began to inch backwards, his eyes wide with fright. "That's it." Just then, the thin wail of a woman broke the air and I couldn't wait any longer. I broke the door down, my gun trained on whatever it found and stopped dead in my tracks. My lovely Fyona was naked, hung by her wrists over a wooden stanchion. Her dark skin showed evidence of a beating, blue marks arising through brown and her cheeks were wet with tear tracks. Her eyes swept over us, connected with mine, then looked away in shame. Mykal was nowhere to be seen. Pistol pointed at us, Ronnie smiled. "Don't move!" "Ah, here's your new lover, Fy." Ronnie grinned, his prison-honed body turning towards us. "Pete, isn't it?" He smiled and pinched her breast, drawing a cry of pain from her. My stomach wrenched in knots. "And he's here to join the party." Dead Heat: Shattered Hearts Ch. 06 "Put the gun down!" "Not a chance, Pete. When I put this gun down, my wife and I will be perpetually married." "I'm not your wife." I was stunned to hear Fyona's defiance, despite her predicament but knowing that she was strong enough to verbally defend herself made me stronger. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Ronnie backhanded her, laughing as she cringed in pain, blood dripping from a corner of her mouth. "Don't you touch her, you asshole!" "You shut up, too!" Ronnie shouted to the voice from the room behind them. "You're a worthless excuse for a son!" A tiny bit of relief went through me when I heard Mykal's voice. I knew he was all right now. Everything hinged on Ronnie and taking him down. As if he could hear my thoughts, Ronnie turned to me, his eyes glazed. He was hopped up. Maybe that would work to our advantage, maybe it wouldn't. His hand roamed over her breasts and slid between her legs, the fingers shoving up inside her. Fyona whimpered in pain but his eyes remained locked to mine. "You want this, don't you?" He smiled, knowing that he was pushing my buttons. "I saw you at the restaurant. I know you want to fuck her." He pulled his hand out and I saw that his fingers were covered with a pearly substance. "Well, guess what? You get sloppy seconds!" My jaw began to hurt from how hard I was grinding my teeth together. He had already fucked her. Now I understood the shame in her eyes. I silently made myself a promise to erase that for her. "That's not a problem, Ronnie. When you love someone, you'll do anything for them." I heard her soft sob and Brad crowded against me, giving me his support without expressing it. "Oh, so you'd eat her pussy with my cum in it?" Ronnie threw his head back and laughed. "You'll have to suck her ass, too, because I came in that, too." I kept my face neutral. Tommy was moving to the side, out of Ronnie's line of view. "I made her swallow a load, too. Should I make her puke for you?" I tried not imagine her anguish at his flippant remark. "No, that's not necessary." He stared at me for a long moment, trying to get a read on me. "You actually love this bitch?" He spat the word love as if it was a disease. "I might." "Might?" "I haven't had the chance to find out yet." "Well, I'll be glad to solve that problem for you. Bitches like this are incapable of love." He growled, shoving the gun's muzzle under her chin. "She said she loved me but she wouldn't suck my dick when I wanted her to." "That's not love." Fyona rasped, tears streaking her cheeks again. "See what I mean?" Ronnie pistol-whipped her into unconsciousness. "They're supposed to do whatever the fuck we want, Pete, so why couldn't she just suck my dick?" "Maybe she was tired. Maybe she was sick." "She wasn't tired or sick!" Ronnie began to grow antsy. He glanced at Fyona's limp form, suddenly angry that he was deprived of his target. "She spent too much time with that damned kid. Always playing with him or taking care of him. What about me? I fucking married her. She was supposed to take care of me!" "Mykal's your son, Ronnie. Would you have her be a bad mother in order to take care of your needs?" "Fuck yes!" Ronnie held the gun to her temple. "If I'd have known the kid was going to be such a problem, I would have told her to get rid of it." "You piece of shit!" Mykal's outburst was our ticket. When Ronnie turned toward the room where his son was located, Tommy leaped on him. The gun went flying and there were a few tense minutes when the two were fighting and it seemed that Ronnie was going to win. Then Brad clipped him on the side of his head and Ronnie went down. "Take care of her." I didn't need Brad to tell me what to do. I handed him my weapon and untied her, holding her naked body against mine. Her eyes fluttered open briefly and she groaned in pain. "Pete?" "It's over, honey. It's over." Her eyes rolled up in her head and once again, I was holding the object of my desire in my arms. Dead Heat: Shattered Hearts Ch. 07 "YES!!!" The gymnasium erupted into the loudest roar I'd ever heard. The Varsity Championship had been won and Mykal Hughes, the Most Valuable Player of the game, leaped into the arms of his teammates, shouting his joy to the ceiling. Fyona's cry was loud in my ear, her arms clasping me and her laughter filling my soul. Mykal's eyes met mine and I gave him a 'thumbs-up' and a huge smile. He grinned back, laughingly giving me the 'white people's' OK sign. Fyona didn't get upset that he hadn't acknowledged her. She knew that there would be time later. It was Mykal's time to enjoy the fruits of his labors. And our time to enjoy being alive. It had been a long three months since the abduction. Brad had released Mykal before I was able to get Fyona covered and the memory of the previous beating had set him off. Mykal had jumped on me, screaming at me and beating me mercilessly. He didn't immediately understand when I didn't release his mother but my gentle words finally reached him and he collapsed at my feet, sobbing and cursing his father, who was led away in cuffs. Brad gave me his shirt to cover Fyona until one of the ambulance attendants scrounged up a hospital gown. Mykal and I wouldn't let her out of our sight at first. I put my arm around his shoulder when the ambulance attendant examined her and we clung to each other when they took her to x-ray. We both had a chance to see her before she left. She was still unconscious, had a huge lump near the back of her skull and various parts of her face and body were swollen. She didn't wake up for another thirty minutes and even then she was combative. It took two nurses and the attending physician to convince her that the conflict was over and that she was safe. Her first request was to see Mykal and her second, to see me. "I'm sorry." Her first words were a whisper to me, her eyes averted. "Don't be." "I ... I thought he would honor his word. I should have known better." "Yes, you should have." I hadn't meant for my words to be so harsh but I was upset. She sensed the anger in me. "Would you have given up on your only child?" "No, Fyona, but I would not have offered Ronnie a second chance at me." That made her even angrier. "So you think I liked it? That I asked to be raped again?" I stepped closer to her, cupping her cheek. "No, but it will never happen again." The fervor of her anger was short-lived. She was growing tired from the stress. "Pete?" "Yes?" "Would you take care of Mykal until I get out of here?" "Of course. You don't even have to ask." "Yes, I do, and thank you." I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her puffy face. "Sleep now, princess." She remained in the hospital for three days and Mykal and I threw her a welcome home party. We cleaned the mostly clean house from top to bottom and filled every room with roses, her favorite flowers. When she was settled in, I quietly slipped away, giving her time and space to heal. It took her another nine weeks before she felt strong enough to reach out to me and she invited me to Mykal's Championship game. "So ... " "Yes?" I don't know if it was possible but she had gotten prettier. The bruises were gone and her eyes were sparkling again because her life was complete with Mykal. "We never got to have that dinner." My heart leaped in my chest. "No, we didn't." She moved closer and I smelled her sweet scent. "Then why don't you take me home?" I searched her face and saw the beauty of a relationship with her in those dark eyes. She came into my arms without hesitation, her breath warm on my ear. "And let's skip dinner." "Are you sure?" She was only three months clear of having been beaten and raped by her ex-husband. "Pete, I'm not a rag doll." She laid her head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. "What happened to me was very horrible but I'm not the same woman you knew back then. I'm much stronger." Fyona lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. "And it's been a very long time since I've felt so strongly about someone ... " I slid my fingers under her chin, tilting her mouth up to mine and slowly drank from its sweetness. I didn't think I'd ever tire of kissing her. "Fyona, if we do this ... I'm not a one-night stand kind of guy." "I was counting on that." She started nibbling on my earlobe and my dick hardened to steel in a flash. "Take me home, Pete. Please." "Okay. Let's find Mykal first." We found him in the midst of a locker room celebration. He hugged his mother so hard that she gasped for breath when he released her. I was very surprised and almost moved to tears when he hugged me as well. "Congratulations, champ!" "Thanks." "So what are your plans for tonight?" Mykal laughed, his eyes sparkling. He hadn't missed the fact that his mother's arm was around my waist. "Maybe I should be asking you that question." I laughed with him. "Why do you think I'm asking?" He clapped me on the back. "No need to worry, Pete. I won't be home for quite awhile. I might even spend the night at Aaron's house." He smiled at Fyona. "I'll call and let you know, okay?" "Okay." I put an arm around his and slipped a couple of twenties into his hand. "Have a good time." "Pete, you don't have to do this." "I know I don't but I want to." "Thanks." Mykal gave me another hug. "Make her happy." The car ride home was the longest I'd ever endured but it was well worth the wait. I opened the door for her and she nearly attacked me, ripping my shirt open and feasting on one of my nipples. I groaned, my cock throbbing even more. I had hoped to make this long and exciting for her but it was obvious that she had other ideas. I pulled her blouse open, gazed at her black-capped chocolate breasts and started sucking them like I was a thirsty baby searching for milk. She reacted naturally, pressing my face into her globes and urging me to suck harder. I wrapped my lips around them and flicked my tongue over the dark pebbles, moving between each when the other started to soften back up a little. Blowing a little air over them drew a soft moan from her and I smiled up into her shadowed eyes. "Why don't we take this somewhere I can lay you down?" Fyona nodded eagerly and after securing the door, led me up the stairs to a queen-size pillow-top bed. We laughed as we stripped down, tripping over hastily removed pants and flinging shoes every which way, but suddenly, all was serious again because she was standing naked before me. And I was floored. To say that Fyona was beautiful just didn't seem adequate. Her gorgeous brown skin covered those ample breasts, swung over a small hump of stomach and split down her curvy hips and legs. "Oh, Fyona." My whisper brought her eyes to mine and I hoped that she was enjoying what she was seeing on me. My cock stood out proudly, even more so now that I was gazing on such beauty. I reached for her, pressing my prick into her furred juncture and captured her mouth again, pouring my appreciation into the sweep of my tongue. She trembled, standing on tiptoe to meet me, her nipples dragging across my chest and sending sensations directly to my cock. It was so easy to lift her and deposit her on the bed, covering her with my bulk. Her arms went around my neck, pulling me down and I began with a gentle exploration of her lush body, my hands sliding over curves, my fingers slipping into valleys. She arched against me when I found her buried clit, her cry music to my ears. I took her mouth again, making love to her mouth as my fingers sought to do the same to her pussy. Her legs fell open, giving me better access and I spent a few moments concentrating on her clit, swallowing her screams as she came again and again. I let my middle finger burrow into her creamy slit and she tensed against me, waiting for my entry. I didn't make her wait to long but I inserted my thick middle as slowly as I could. She trembled so hard that it scared me. I rose up to look at her face and saw someone in the throes of a massive orgasm. It was most probably the greatest gift I'd ever been given. "Pete." She gasped when I moved my finger in and out a few times, then raised the coated digit to my mouth and sniffed and tasted her juices. "Please." "Please what?" "Please don't make me wait." I wanted to use my tongue to explore that fragrant black pussy but my greedy cock had other ideas, especially when she reached down and gave it a squeeze, gently rubbing the head into the pink wetness of her chocolate gash. This time, I trembled. "God, Fyona, don't." "Why not?" She'd sensed something in my reaction. I really got off on her taking control. Her hand on my cock was making my blood boil. She pressed the fat head of my cock against her clit and shivered, then slid it up and down her slit again. "Feel how wet I am?" I answered with a groan, my cock growing even larger in her hand. "Want to come inside?" I couldn't answer this time because she hooked her leg over my hip and pressed my meat into her slick, wet canal. Her velvet pussy was like heaven. Fyona took me to paradise by flipping me onto my back and taking me fully into her body. We groaned together and I reached up for her breasts, cupping their delicious weights and rolling the thick nipples between my fingers. She leaned back and moaned, her cunt tightening around me like a vise. "God, yes." I hadn't even heard my own whisper but Fyona had. She completely straddled my hips, pressing all the way down until our pubes ground together, then put her hands on either side of my head and began to ride me like a wanton creature. I pulled one of her breasts down to my mouth, sucking the nipple and trying not to go crazy over the sight of her swaying above me, a Nubian goddess that belonged to me, a beautiful black woman that was ravishing me. "Oh, Pete." She was close. Her pussy rippled around my steel, our liquids mingling together and coating my balls. Her wet heat was so exquisite; I knew that I wouldn't be able to get enough of her. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down on my prick, enjoying the absolute look of surrender on her face as her orgasm exploded, taking me over the edge with her. We shouted together, my hips pressing my pistoning cock up into her as far as possible as my cum spurted into her hidden reaches. She collapsed against me and I held her close, our bodies tingling and trembling in concert. "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." I stroked her back, nibbling her sweaty neck and trying to slow the beat of my heart. "We're just beginning." She lifted her head and met my eyes, softly stroking my cheek. The warmth in her voice flooded me with hope for the future and a chance to be at her side in that future. "Yes, Pete. We are."