me.
I swallowed. “Zulu, I like you.”
“But?”
“You’re the face of MFE ,” I said. “Supes know you all over Santeria, especially the women. They throw themselves at you after every rally.”
“What does that have to do with you and me?”
I blew out some air, removed the helmet, and jumped off of his bike.
“Lanore?”
“I’m just not interested in dating another guy that’s in the public eye. MeShack’s band was successful only in Shango, and there were still lots of female fans knocking on our door and sneaking into his room. The temptation is—”
“MeShack’s dick was the problem. He’s a Shifter. That’s what the males do when they’re young.” Zulu climbed off of his bike and grabbed the helmet from me. “Don’t let his crap mess up what we could have.”
“I’m not interested.” I shifted all of my weight to my right foot, leaning my head forward so that most of my dreadlocks hid my face. He put the helmet on the bike’s handle.
“I’m sorry I kissed you,” I said. “I shouldn’t have. Now I just want everything to not be awkward.”
He eliminated the distance between us and was so close, the tips of his blond dreadlocks touched my breasts. I shuddered and took a step back.
“Your nipples get hard when I’m near you,” he whispered. “And you stop breathing for a few seconds.”
I forced myself to breathe.
He came closer. The cords in his arms glowed white.
“My body reacts to you, too,” he said. “I would have been content with wanting you from afar, but you kissed me. Now I can’t get your taste out of my mind.”
He pulled me to him, pressing his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, and bringing with it a peppermint flavor.
So perfect.
I moaned and attempted to push him away, but it was a lackluster effort. As soon as my fingertips touched his chest, I stopped pushing and glided them down his smooth skin.
It’s just a kiss.
He wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me closer. A groan escaped from him. I sucked on his lip and then bit it. He tightened his grip, and in that moment, I knew I wouldn’t stop if he wanted more.
A horn beeped. Light flashed over our faces. We stopped kissing and looked in the light’s direction.
“Mixies! Get your asses out of here,” a guard shouted from a security car. He held a flashlight in his hand. “Take that to Shango where you Combo Trash are allowed.”
“I have a condo here.” Zulu spat out the words as he pulled me behind him. “And don’t flash that fucking flashlight in my face.”
“Zulu, stop. Let’s just go.” I couldn’t see the guard’s brand and figured it was best to avoid any more problems tonight.
“Listen to your lady.” The guard turned off the flashlight. “You don’t want my type of trouble, boy.”
The guard twirled his hand in a circular motion. Wind appeared from the guard’s palm, spinning into a tiny tornado. An Air Witch.
The mini tornado headed toward us. Zulu grabbed my arm, trying to help me keep my balance within the current of air as it pushed against our bodies. I stumbled, falling to the ground and dragging Zulu with me. The wind stopped. The guard laughed.
I increased the heat within me, ready to end his entertainment, but he drove off.
A growl shot out of Zulu’s throat. He jumped up and then gave me his hand.
“This is why peace doesn’t work with Purebloods.” He pulled me up. “You have to speak their language. Meet violence with violence.”
He stormed off before I could reply.
Hours later, I lounged on Zulu’s couch, my stomach full of roasted duck, watching the NSFL championship on his 6DTV . He’d recorded it earlier. I grabbed the couch’s pillows as he massaged my feet. Pleasure spread throughout my body. I’d lost a bet that the Buddhist Monks would be in the lead before halftime. Being that he had a foot fetish, he chose massaging my feet as his reward. I found it to be a win-win situation.
As far as the kiss in
I swallowed. “Zulu, I like you.”
“But?”
“You’re the face of MFE ,” I said. “Supes know you all over Santeria, especially the women. They throw themselves at you after every rally.”
“What does that have to do with you and me?”
I blew out some air, removed the helmet, and jumped off of his bike.
“Lanore?”
“I’m just not interested in dating another guy that’s in the public eye. MeShack’s band was successful only in Shango, and there were still lots of female fans knocking on our door and sneaking into his room. The temptation is—”
“MeShack’s dick was the problem. He’s a Shifter. That’s what the males do when they’re young.” Zulu climbed off of his bike and grabbed the helmet from me. “Don’t let his crap mess up what we could have.”
“I’m not interested.” I shifted all of my weight to my right foot, leaning my head forward so that most of my dreadlocks hid my face. He put the helmet on the bike’s handle.
“I’m sorry I kissed you,” I said. “I shouldn’t have. Now I just want everything to not be awkward.”
He eliminated the distance between us and was so close, the tips of his blond dreadlocks touched my breasts. I shuddered and took a step back.
“Your nipples get hard when I’m near you,” he whispered. “And you stop breathing for a few seconds.”
I forced myself to breathe.
He came closer. The cords in his arms glowed white.
“My body reacts to you, too,” he said. “I would have been content with wanting you from afar, but you kissed me. Now I can’t get your taste out of my mind.”
He pulled me to him, pressing his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, and bringing with it a peppermint flavor.
So perfect.
I moaned and attempted to push him away, but it was a lackluster effort. As soon as my fingertips touched his chest, I stopped pushing and glided them down his smooth skin.
It’s just a kiss.
He wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me closer. A groan escaped from him. I sucked on his lip and then bit it. He tightened his grip, and in that moment, I knew I wouldn’t stop if he wanted more.
A horn beeped. Light flashed over our faces. We stopped kissing and looked in the light’s direction.
“Mixies! Get your asses out of here,” a guard shouted from a security car. He held a flashlight in his hand. “Take that to Shango where you Combo Trash are allowed.”
“I have a condo here.” Zulu spat out the words as he pulled me behind him. “And don’t flash that fucking flashlight in my face.”
“Zulu, stop. Let’s just go.” I couldn’t see the guard’s brand and figured it was best to avoid any more problems tonight.
“Listen to your lady.” The guard turned off the flashlight. “You don’t want my type of trouble, boy.”
The guard twirled his hand in a circular motion. Wind appeared from the guard’s palm, spinning into a tiny tornado. An Air Witch.
The mini tornado headed toward us. Zulu grabbed my arm, trying to help me keep my balance within the current of air as it pushed against our bodies. I stumbled, falling to the ground and dragging Zulu with me. The wind stopped. The guard laughed.
I increased the heat within me, ready to end his entertainment, but he drove off.
A growl shot out of Zulu’s throat. He jumped up and then gave me his hand.
“This is why peace doesn’t work with Purebloods.” He pulled me up. “You have to speak their language. Meet violence with violence.”
He stormed off before I could reply.
Hours later, I lounged on Zulu’s couch, my stomach full of roasted duck, watching the NSFL championship on his 6DTV . He’d recorded it earlier. I grabbed the couch’s pillows as he massaged my feet. Pleasure spread throughout my body. I’d lost a bet that the Buddhist Monks would be in the lead before halftime. Being that he had a foot fetish, he chose massaging my feet as his reward. I found it to be a win-win situation.
As far as the kiss in
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