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“Who said this was a date? We were here to get information. Also, your ass wasn’t supposed to chat up the bartender. You were supposed to leave that to me. What did you do, though?” I asked, tossing my hand in the air and rolling my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something else but I never got a chance to. Bakari’s lips were on mine. Hot and possessive.
He pushed me against the car with his muscled body so that I felt every thick plane of carved granite. One hand went around my throat while the other tangled deeply in my hair. What else could I do but surrender?
There wasn’t a single person around us in that moment. I knew that logically, people were coming and going in and out of Shakers but none of them seemed to matter. Nothing mattered outside of me and Bakari.
My body turned on like a faucet for him, dripping and leaking down my thighs. He pulled away from my mouth leaving my lips throbbing from the force of his kiss. “Backseat. Now.” His voice came out deep and gravelly. Like he’d steeped under the earth for thousands of years.
Trembling began at my core and radiated outward in a slow but vicious spiral that made my knees weak. I fumbled with the door handle but got it open after a couple of attempts. We spilled into the backseat in a tangle of arms and legs. I worked to unzip his slacks while he shoved my dress up around my waist.
Everything felt frantic and urgent.
I needed him right then.
The car door wasn’t even closed all the way when he sank every thick inch of his dick inside of me. I whined at the sensation of being stretched around him. It was like a hit of cocaine.
“Bakari,” I moaned, my eyes falling shut and my limbs tingling.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath while he started a steady pace of back and forth, digging deeper until the pressure was so dense, I couldn’t stand it. I was ready to come immediately. My pussy gripped him so tight that even I was shocked.
“Goddamn, girl,” he groaned into the crook of my neck. He drove into me again, not fazed by how tight I felt or how wet I was. If I was ready to pop from just a few minutes, I knew he felt it, too. He was determined not to come too quickly, though.
My nails sank into his broad shoulders while his hips worked magic. He kept hitting this one spot that made me go fucking cross-eyed. I pressed my nails deeper and harder into his shoulders which seemed to make him fuck me with more intensity in every goddamn thrust.
Finally, I couldn’t hold on anymore. My body wouldn’t allow it. I was about to unravel. I felt myself melting into a pool of colors and emotions.
“Bakari!” I shouted, not caring who could hear me through the ajar door.
“Say that shit again, Sanai.” He fucked into me deeper and held it there, allowing my walls to squeeze and pulse around his girth. He was going to impale me with his dick and I was going to die a happy woman.
“Bakari,” I moaned his name louder, dragging out the vowels and tying them in a pretty bow just the way I knew he wanted.
“Shit, baby girl,” he panted, rocking in and out of me. “I’m about to nut.” His declaration made me come instantly. There was something about the gruffness of his voice. The rawness and the pure ache he had was delicious. My thighs vibrated against his sides while the rest of my body tensed and relaxed in an undulating wave that was pure fucking ecstasy.
I drank in the noise he made when he came inside of me. It was better than the smoothest whiskey and it hit me ten times harder. I lay there feeling his dick throb inside of me, never wanting that moment to end. I knew when he pulled out and sat up to adjust himself that the coldness would rush back in and I was tired of that happening. Tired of being cold when I wasn't around him.
I had no idea how to even begin to mention my feelings to Bakari because I still didn’t know exactly what they were. I only knew that they had to wait until after Rob’s funeral and after we’d finally caught my mother.
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After we got Bakari’s car, we went back to my place where the driveway was unexpectedly full. The moment I saw whose cars were taking up space in my goddamn driveway, I cursed under my breath. Bakari parked across the foot of my driveway and hopped out, walking up to me with a sure gait on long, powerful legs.
God, I could watch that man walk all day and not get tired of the swag he carried so effortlessly.
“What the hell is this?” He gestured to the cars in front of us and the lights on in my house. I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to breathe.
“My family is here,” I told him, stomping toward the door.
“Should I wait out here or…” Bakari pointed behind himself with his thumb.
“No. Come on in. Let’s see what kind of fun is waiting inside.” I unlocked the door and walked into a raucous sound. My head was already starting to throb. My sisters and my brother along with my father were all in my living room. When Bakari and I walked in, every sound ceased and every pair of eyes dropped to where my hand was snugly inside his. I hadn’t even noticed we were holding hands until that moment.
I slid from his gentle hold and folded my arms, glaring at all of them but especially Kenya, who’d managed to escape somehow. She looked worse than when I left her earlier since the bruising had a chance to set in.
Bakari took one look at her and rushed to her side, dropping to one knee so he could get a better look at her. “You need to have your jaw wired shut immediately.” He glanced over his shoulder at me and I sighed. “I can take you to the Temple to get taken care of but if we don’t move now, your face will be disfigured.” Her eyes went wide…well, as wide as they could get since one was completely swollen shut.
Kenya suddenly didn’t hate Bakari anymore and held on to his hand for leverage as she stood to her feet, flinching with pain. “I can make sure you get an IV of strong pain meds because you must be in agony.” The sympathy emanating from him from someone who would gladly murder him was astounding to me. Losing Rob was definitely leaving a long-lasting change on Bakari but who he was at his core? A compassionate man who would always cherish life and try to improve it or save it however he could? That would never go away.
“I’ll call ahead and tell Hakim to get ready. You’d want him working on you because he’s a beast with plastic surgery.” Alarm colored Kenya’s face. “Not that you’ll need plastics but he’d know how to best wire your jaw to make sure the structure of your face doesn’t shift due to the swelling.” He pulled out his phone and put in a call to his brother, then took Kenya to his car.
