Saving Her: BWWM Interracial Romance (5 page)

I curled my finger, beckoning him to me. He descended on me and opened the robe I had on. I reached forward and felt him through the fabric of his underwear as he bent and took one of my nipples in his mouth. I scooted back a little. He joined me on the bed then kissed my breasts again. I ran my hands through his hair and pushed his head lower.

He knew just what to do. I felt his strong, nimble hands roam over my body as he kissed my inner thighs. Slowly, he made his way closer and closer to my moist, hairless slit. I guided him with my hands. He resisted, pulling his head back and stopping.

“I'm in control now. Just relax.”

My hands dropped to my sides as he traces the outline of my fleshy brown outer lips. He teased me for what seemed like hours. I spread my legs apart even more to make sure he had a good view of me. He pulled me closer and buried his face in my wet pussy.

His tongue. His lips. That long, unending kiss sent shivers through my body. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he slipped a finger inside me. I moaned as he slid it in and out. At the same time, he paid close attention to my clitoris, treating it like a treasure he’d just discovered.

“I want you inside me,” I gasped.

He didn't hesitate. In just a moment, he had pulled his underwear down just enough for his cock to be free. I reached down and grasped it as he slid up my body. His lips came down and sucked on my nipples as I stroked him and rubbed him against my opening.

I popped the tip in, unable to wait any longer. He held himself up with his arms and slid into me. Inch after inch filled me completely. I felt small and vulnerable beneath him. And safe. He comforted me as he penetrated me repeatedly. My hips lifted up to meet him. We found a rhythm.

Time slowed. Not like when I took drugs. This was a natural high. His cock inside of me had my whole body buzzing as I tumbled closer to an orgasm. As I looked up at his face, I could tell he was close. His cock throbbed inside me and I fell off the cliff and came.

Not too long after my muscles tightened around him, he grunted and thrust into me one final time. When he finished, he rolled off me and laid next to me on the bed. Sweat covered us, but neither of us cared. In the afterglow, I felt like I could tell him anything and everything.

“I almost slipped up again already.”

“What?” His finger traced the outline of my areola with his index finger.

“Today, just before you came over, I was about to take a pill.”

He sat up on his elbow. “Where are they?”

“In the closet. Why?”

He jumped out of bed and headed across the room toward my closet.

“Hang on,” I said.

Still naked, I followed him across the room.

“Where are they, Tasha?” he asked as he scanned the shelves.

“Here.”

I pulled a shoebox down from a shelf. He took it from me and ripped it open, grabbing the pills inside.

“I am not going back to my old life,” he said. “And neither are you.”

He walked out of the closet and into my bathroom. I heard the toilet flush.

“Thank you,” I said, close to tears.

Emotions overwhelmed me as I walked over and threw my arms around him. He hugged me tightly.

“I love you, Tasha. We need to watch out for each other.”

“I’m so sorry,” I sobbed. “About everything.”

“It’s okay,” he said, consoling me as his hand ran up and down my back.

“We can do without drugs,” he said. “Together, we can make it.”

He ran his hand over the top of my hair. The sensation made me feel safe and secure. All the money in the world couldn't make me feel the way he did in that moment. We were in love, and nothing else in the whole world mattered.

THIRTEEN

Bonus Novella

One

My baby was my boss. Any life I had before my little baby boy was nothing but a distant memory, but I was as happy as I could be. Over the years, I had learned to be happy with the little things in life, like my son Edward. His father, White Ron, was no longer around. He was alive, but he had nothing to do with us anymore. Well, most of the time.

I looked up from my open Research in Nursing Practice textbook that was on one of the many round, white tables in the cafeteria, and I saw the lunch crowd coming in. The level of noise in the room went up quickly, so I gathered my books into my backpack then headed outside. My job as a Certified Nursing Assistant didn't pay a lot, which is one of the reasons I'd decided to go back to school. I was getting close to becoming a Registered Nurse.

My life as an RN would be much better than my current life as a CNA. At least that's what I kept telling myself. I was at a point in my life when I was through with men. Not having sex all the time didn't matter to me when I saw how Edward saw the world. He was my everything, and I was getting my life on track for him. At four years old, he was quite a handful, but I loved him more than anyone.

Outside, I took a moment to call the babysitter and make sure everything was okay. She was a good girl, but her hormones were running her life. I thought babysitting Edward for me would've given her pause about her promiscuous ways, but I was wrong. She took good care of my boy, and that was all I really cared about.

“Raquel?”

“Yeah, I'm here.”

“Everything okay?”

“Everything great. When you coming back? I got a date tonight.”

“I'll be home after class. About another two hours. I gotta go. Talk to you later.”

I disconnected the call before she could go on and on about the latest man she was chasing. While walking back into the building, I was stopped by some fool with his baseball cap on backwards.

“Hey, shorty. What's...”

“No.” I cut him off then flowed around him and made it to class.

After a quick lecture on patients' rights, Ms. Jones, the teacher, let us go about an hour early. I was ecstatic as it would save me a little money with the baby sitter and give me a little more time. An hour was precious to me as a single mother working and going to school. Outside, I unlocked my bike and took off toward my apartment complex.

The neighborhood wasn't the greatest, but it was better than what I could have afforded if I had splurged and gotten a car. All my choices in life were based around Edward. My baby is my boss was my motto, and I'd been doing good following it. I was really close to getting my Bachelor's of Science in Nursing. I rode down the side of the street, my legs pumping the pedals.

I always joked to myself that I was getting free exercise by riding a bike, but I missed having a ride. White Ron had ruined my credit rating so bad I was still trying to fix it almost four years after he left. The sun began to set as I neared my apartment complex. The duplex I was in was clean and modern but small. I started pedaling faster the closer I got.

When I pulled into the driveway, I made my way to my building in the back. I carried my bike up to the second floor. The hallway was quiet, which was a good sign. I hoped the baby was asleep already so that I could get some studying done before going to bed myself. After I unlocked the door as quietly as I could, I pushed the door open.

Raquel was sitting on the couch watching MTV and playing on her phone. She didn't look up as I closed the door. One of the perks of the nicer apartment was that I didn't need to lock my bike up. I walked over to the couch then set my backpack down and opened it.

“You have any problems tonight?” I asked as I pulled out my purse.

“No. He's an angel for me.”

“You going out tonight?”

“Yeah, I met this new guy. We chatting now.” She looked up and smiled at me.

I shook my head from side to side as I retrieved a twenty dollar bill from my purse. “Here you go. You need to be saving to get you a car.”

“Yeah, I don't wanna end up like you.” Her smile continued as she snatched the money from my fingers.

My hands on my hips, I gave her a look of disapproval.

“I'm just playing,” she said. “You know that.”

“I know. You be safe out there. Guys just want one thing from you.”

Her eyes widened as if she was okay with that fact.

After she was gone, I locked the apartment door. I wanted to crash on the couch and chill out with some television, but I had a lot of studying to do. Ironically, I changed the channel from MTV so that I could hear some music. I paid a little more for the digital cable, but I liked it because I got pure music channels that I could jam out to while I tried to complete my last year as an undergraduate.

With some nice R&B playing – not loud enough to wake Edward – I made a pot of coffee and hit the books hard. Despite two cups of coffee, my eyes were closing on their own. I yawned, stretching my arms, then got up and turned off the television. I curled up on the couch to try to get some sleep. One of the other sacrifices I'd made for the nice neighborhood was only being able to afford a one bedroom.

The next morning, I woke to Edward pushing a cereal bowl into my stomach. I was not ready to get up, but I knew I had to take care of him. I put on a smile and tickled him. He ran away toward the small kitchen area, and I followed a little more slowly.

“What kind of cereal you want, little man?”

“Black Cheerios,” he shouted.

“You mean Chocolate Cheerios?”

“Yeah! The Black ones!” He started running around the table as if to emphasis his point somehow.

I got the box of cereal out then poured him a bowl with just a tiny bit of milk.

“You're gonna be going to school like Mommy next year,” I said as I filled the coffee pot with water and a new filter. “What you think of that?”

“I don't like school,” he said then stuffed another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“What? You've never even been to school before.”

“'Quel told me.”

“Raquel?” I didn't like that he had a nickname for the babysitter.

“Yeah. She said it sucks.”

I shook my head. “That's not language for you, okay?”

“Okay, mommy. I'm sorry.”

I had to smile. No matter what, I was going to do my best to raise Edward to be nothing like his father. I knew they would share traits, but I was sure I could help him avoid White Ron's big shortcomings. A lack of education had been one of the main ones. I often wondered if that was what had led him to becoming a crack head.

By the time the fresh pot of coffee was done, Edward had gone through a bowl and a half of cereal. I set him up in the living room with Nickelodeon on then went back into the kitchen to hit the books again. I knew all the information, but I couldn't let my guard down so close to graduation. With just a little more work, I'd be able to get a much better paying job as an RN.

My life was hectic and I had very little time for myself, but the hard work would start to pay off. Raquel showed up about an hour later, just after I finished a bowl of cereal myself. I gave her a quick lecture on telling Edward that school sucked then rushed off to one of my five current home health care patients. I had to take a bus across town to get to Mr. Ferrington's house, but the ride gave me time to study.

When I got off the bus, I still had to walk five blocks into the rich neighborhood. My job as a CNA was difficult sometimes, but I felt good about starting from the very bottom in my nursing career. I knew all the experience at every level would help me with my eventual goal of becoming a Family Nurse Practitioner and opening up my own practice. Meanwhile, I got paid minimum age to wipe asses and help care for the elderly in their homes.

The job wasn't glamorous, at all, but I liked the idea that I was helping people. Many guys had told me I looked good enough to be a stripper and make mad cash in the clubs, but that wasn't me. I had nothing against strippers or exotic dancers, but that life wasn't for me. After White Ron had left us, I sat down and thought through the next eighteen years of my life. I was four years in and close to completing my first major goal and becoming an RN. I put on a smile and helped Mr. Ferrington with his meds and more.

Two

Later that evening, we had a guest speaker in class. His name was Mike, and he was fit. A lot of the other girls – and some of the guys – were flirting with him, but I just admired him from afar. His tight body looked nice. I couldn't argue with that fact, but I knew most men weren't interested in a woman in her twenties with a kid. And I didn't want to just have a one night-stand.

“I train these housewives to be healthier and have more energy,” Mike said as he stood in front of the room facing us. “What do you think I call that method?”

A half dozen hands shot up as he scanned the room. I kept my hand down, but he singled me out and pointed to me.

“What's your name?”

“Kimberly.”

“Do you know the answer?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you want to share it with the class?”

“Not really,” I said, which elicited a collective gasp.

None of the other students liked me anyway, so I didn't care. Some hated me because I didn't have time to hang-out and socialize. Others were just straight up bitches. Most of them came from really wealthy families and didn't understand how hard it was to be a single mother in the modern world.