No Room for Mercy (40 page)

Junior ran his hand across the emblem on the car’s trunk,
admiring its sleek, compact design and chuckled slightly.

“What you smiling over?” Tiva asked.

“My father used to love telling stories. The day y’all
left for Seattle back in two thousand two he told me how you got your
nickname for like the dozenth time.”

“How I got my name?”

“You don’t know why everybody calls you T-top?”
Junior asked in surprise.

“Nahh. I thought it was because of my pointed chin and round
forehead.”

“No,” Junior laughed. “This guy, Zell, Zell
Verniche` gave you that name because you used to laugh so freakin’
loud whenever your daddy was pulling up to the bar in Cicero in that
red T-top Camaro he keeps covered up behind the barn back on the
ranch.”

“Yeah? He keep sayin’ he gone fix up that old Camaro, but
he be so busy he ain’t never got the time to do it. And he
won’t give it to me like my grandfather gave Bay his car so she
could pimp it out like she did.”

“You always laughed whenever Doss rode around with that T-top
open and it was Zell who gave you that nickname and it stuck.”

“Well, Zell must’ve known what he was talking about
because I’m definitely feeling this ride right here. And I got
the money to buy this thang myself.”

“Shit, I got the whole thing covered if this is what you want,
babe. Give your family a good Christmas with that loot you planned on
spending on this nice car here.”

“Really? You gone buy this Benz for me today?” Tiva asked
with a smile.

“I know that doesn’t impress you because you most
definitely can hold your own in this life. That’s what I love
about you, woman.”

“But?”

“But as your man I feel obligated to do this. I’m not
gone stand here and watch you spend your money when I can do that and
more.”

“More meaning?”

“Move to Chicago with me. Tiva.” Junior said seriously as
he stepped closer and stared Tiva in the eyes.

Tiva knew what Junior was going to say, but she’d hoped he
wouldn’t. For a while now he’d been trying to get her to
move in with him in the home he’d inherited from his parents,
but Tiva wasn’t ready to take such a major step just yet. Her
love for Junior was sincere, and she knew he loved her just as much,
but leaving Bay behind was something Tiva couldn’t imagine.
True enough, Bay had a life of her own with AquaNina, but at the end
of the day, she always returned home.

Tiva and Bay were just too close at this point in time in their lives
to be without one another and Tiva had no intentions on breaking the
bond she shared with her sister just yet.

“Never mind,” Junior said, reading the look on Tiva’s
face while shaking his head slowly, fully aware of her reluctance to
move to Chicago. “I never worry about you going behind my back
with another man, but I never thought I’d be in competition
with your sister.”

“You make it sound creepy, Junior,” Tiva said in a
somewhat disheartened manner. “You know how I feel about you,
but Bay my heart.”

“And what am I?”

“The love of my life, my future. Just give me more time.”

“Ohh, I suppose,” Junior quipped as he hugged Tiva and
kissed her lips tenderly. “My offer still stands, though
concerning this car. And from here we can head down to Brownsville a
day earlier, find us a five star hotel if that wretched place has
one, order in, and I’ll still, even after you’ve turned
me down again, I’ll still cater to your every need.”

“I appreciate you understanding this thing between me and Bena,
Junior. I don’t know what it is, but I’m connected to my
sister more than anybody could even begin to understand.”

“That’s a special thing, baby. I won’t come between
that—unless this thing turns into one of those weird identical
twin situations where one twin starts to take over the other twin’s
life. I’d hate to have to kidnap you and take you to an island
somewhere and hold you hostage.”

“If it gets to that point I’d welcome it. I want a life
with you, Faustino, and someday, we’ll make that dream a
reality. Now, can we talk to a salesperson?” Tiva asked through
a sexy smile.

The following morning, Junior and Tiva arrived in Brownsville, Texas
on a hot and sunny, cloudless day where they obtained three rooms
inside the Courtyard by Marriot near Brownsville International
Airport.

Once inside their suite, the two showered and ordered breakfast. Tiva
sat on the toilet inside the bathroom as she placed lotion onto her
legs and arms. After several minutes, she looked over and saw a
positive sign on the pregnancy test she’d obtained from a store
in the lobby. She grew happy over the fact, easing out of the
bathroom and sliding along the wall while eyeing Junior as he watched
TV, biting her bottom lip and barely able to contain her joy.

Junior was lying back on the bed naked, his muscular bowed legs and
hairy chest being admired by his woman as she eased up from the wall
and walked over towards him with a wide smile on her face.

“What?” Junior asked as he lay with his hands behind his
head.

“You ready for breakfast, baby.” Tiva asked as she
crawled up Junior’s body like a black panther on the prowl
where she kissed her man’s forehead softly before lying beside
him and hugging him tightly.

“Yeah. I’m ready to eat,” Junior said as he rose up
and hovered over Tiva’s sweet-smelling, naked body.

If Junior had to tell it, he was laying eyes upon one of the most
beautiful women ever created. From hair tip to toe, she was near
perfect. Deep, dark eyes that radiated love, soft, tan skin and pert
breasts with caramel nipples that stood at attention, aching to be
tweaked and licked. Well-toned legs that led to a bald-shaven vagina
with pink labia that glistened with sweet secretions, secretions he
loved to savor.

Tiva shuddered and her heart pounded with joy and anticipation. She
knew what was in her immediate future as she slid up to the leather
headboard and let her legs fall open while running her hands through
the hair on Junior’s broad and muscular red-haired chest. Her
eyes were transfixed on her lover as she imagined what their unborn
child, or children, would look like once they entered the world.

“I love you,” Tiva said as Junior planted kisses on her
neck and trailed down to her breasts and took a nipple into his
mouth, forcing her to moan softly in appreciation. Junior went from
left breast to right breast, sucking gently while inhaling Tiva’s
vanilla scent. He licked his way down to her belly and tickled her
navel with the tip of his tongue.

Tiva squirmed and exhaled as Junior began moving slowly towards her
center. This was one of the things she loved about her man—he
knew how to eat. The moment Junior’s sensual lips touched her
lips, Tiva palmed his head and thrust forward, lifting her lower body
off the mattress as she entered into a slow, circular gyration. Her
motions, coupled with her hands gripping the back of his head spurred
Junior on further. He loved his woman’s responsiveness, almost
as much as he savored her taste.

The feel of Junior’s tongue against her clitoris and his strong
hands kneading her ass cheeks, him pulling her closer to his face,
was more than Tiva could take. She couldn’t help but to cry out
in delight as she wrapped her legs around Junior’s head and let
go with a loud scream as she shuddered. She could feel Junior sucking
the juices from her insides as she came, her body trembling
uncontrollably and her nipples erect and her hair splayed across her
face.

Junior pulled back from Tiva and eased up her body and kissed her
deeply as he drove deep inside. She turned her head to the side and
nuzzled her cheek up against his as she grabbed her ankles, raising
her legs high and wide, allowing her man full access to her hungry
sex.

“Feed me,” Tiva moaned aloud, her body jerking in near
slow motion as Junior stroked her hard and steady.

“So fucking good, baby. So damn, good,” Junior groaned as
he raised himself up by planting his hands on either side of Tiva and
began stroking her deep and fast, driving hard into her snug center.
The two were soon moaning aloud as the mattress began shaking
violently.

“Feed me, Faustino!” Tiva begged.

“Oooh, baby!”

Junior eased up and pulled Tiva up from the bed and turned her
around, slapping her ass cheeks repeatedly as she planted her face
down into the mattress and gripped the sheets tightly in anticipation
of another treat Junior often gave her whenever the two were
intimate. The wind was nearly knocked out of Tiva when Junior slid
into her from behind, his feet planted on either side of her body as
he crouched behind her and drove home long and deep.

“Pull my hair,” Tiva requested. “Pull it hard and
feed me!”

“You ready, baby? I’m ready!”

“Give it to me!”

“I’m fuckin’ there! I’m there!” Junior
moaned aloud as he thrust in and out of Tiva at a blinding pace. He
exploded deep inside of Tiva and collapsed down onto her body, the
two breathing hard and laughing lowly, their bodies slick with a
light coating of perspiration as they brought their session home by
kissing one another deeply.

This was the first time Tiva had asked Junior to ‘feed’
her and he never questioned her words. Assuming she only wanted him
to come inside her as he’d done many times before. Tiva,
however, was in a constant orgasmic state knowing she was due to have
Junior’s baby and she wanted his seed deep within her on this
day in order to further ‘feed’ the seed that was
developing within her body.

“I’m full,” Tiva chuckled.

“You done?”

“Are you?”

“Let me grab a bite of this food and I’ll be right back.”

“We’ll be waiting,” Tiva said as she turned over
and rubbed her belly while smiling.

“Are you serious?” Junior asked. “You mean?”

“Yes. I’m carrying your baby, daddy.” Tiva said
with a wide smile as Junior walked over and swooped her up into his
arms and twirled her around several times.

“I’m gonna be a father!” Junior exclaimed joyfully.

*******

Doss and Jay-D were awaiting Junior and Tiva’s arrival to their
suite the following morning. They’d driven into town the night
before and were up bright and early having breakfast when a tap came
across the door. Jay-D got up holding a Mac-10 semi-automatic as his
dark-skinned, tall and lanky frame eased over to the door where he
looked through the peep hole before he let Junior and Tiva in.

“It’s about time you two made it here. I’m not
gonna ask what the delay was. Our guys should be here within the
hour.” Doss said as he poured a glass of orange juice.

“We was looking over some names, daddy.”

“What kind of names?”

Tiva pulled a chair up beside her father, sat next to him, grabbed
his hand and looked him in the eyes with a serious gaze. She and
Junior had talked the day before, discussing whether or not they
should tell Doss right away or wait until they were done in
Brownsville.

Junior opted for the former, but Tiva chose the latter. She knew her
father, and how he would respond, and she only wanted to give him as
much time as possible to make whatever adjustments that he would need
to make because she knew after the trip to Brownsville, she would be
going offline for the next year or so until she had the baby and
recovered. Still gazing into her father’s eyes, Tiva hadn’t
spoken a word, when Doss asked, “How far along are you?”

“How you know, daddy?”

“Besides the look of joy on your face and Junior over their
sweating because he thinks I’m gonna go ballistic?”

Tiva laughed. “How do you feel really?”

“Of course you’ll be done once we leave this town until
you have my grandchild, but I’m one way or the other about it.
You do know that a child will complicate your life and cut into your
career, right? Was this planned?”

“No, it wasn’t planned—but I feel good about this,
daddy. And we’ll have plenty of help around the ranch.”

“Are you two going to marry?”

“We’ve talked about it, but I wanna wait.”

“You having this baby at a young age isn’t a problem with
me because the child will be well taken care of, but if you’re
not going to marry? Then I definitely have a problem with that.”

“See, Tiva?” Junior said as he walked over to the table
were Doss sat. “There’s nothing wrong with us marrying,
baby. I’m willing to do it.”

“Y’all gone be a li’l family and shit,” Jay-D
chided as he ate a bowl of cereal. “That’s what’s
up, though. Let me be in the wedding.”

“If we have a wedding, Jay-D. If we have a wedding,” Tiva
remarked. “I really just wanna go to the justice of the peace
and get it over with. Bay be into that all fairy tale princess stuff
not me.”

“What woman don’t want a big ass wedding?” Jay-D
asked.

“This here woman. We was already talking about this. Junior,
baby, what you want a big wedding or a small one?” Tiva
inquired.

“A big wedding would be nice.”

“That’s a first,” Jay-D stated, still clowning
Junior. “A man wanting a big wedding. Usually the man wanna get
the papers signed and go on the honeymoon. But you already had your
honeymoon so I can understand why it ain’t no big deal on the
wedding.”

“Screw you, man. I just want this here to be special. Tiva
deserves it and I know how she feels about certain things.”

“What things?” Tiva asked.

“You know what things. If we marry, you’ll want to stay
where you are.”

Tiva then thought about the conversation she’d had with Junior
in Oklahoma City two days before about moving to Chicago and knew
what he was getting at. “Oh that,” she said. “I
really would like to stay behind. What we can do, though, is have
like a big reception. One big reception for everybody to attend. But
I only want to go down to the justice of the peace with your
grandparents and my parents as witnesses and get married in Illinois.
I really don’t want a big affair.”