Thin Ice 7 - Echoes of Reckoning (20 page)

Without a word, he withdrew his fingers, returning his lips to her own. Tae’s body tensed as she felt Mook’s massive girth sliding inside her.
Too late to stop now,
her body reasoned as Tae relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the act they were performing. Mook was breathing hard, kissing her neck and shoulder as he consumed her. Behind the closed lids his mind was embracing what he’d secretly desired for so long. They both began increasing their rhythm, respective orgasms looming. Tae arched her back as Mook went deeper, her g-spot obviously having a bullseye that he hit with accurate precision again and again.

“
Mook, yeah, shit I’m cuming,” Tae moaned right as she arrived.

Mook held her tightly, hearing the soft and steady gushing of her sex and satisfaction with his performance. He felt his own end looming, thrusting deeply twice more, using every bit of will he had, he pulled out just as his semen surged forward, finding her skin instead of the inside of her tight walls.

*****

Cyiarra was still regarding Tariq, trying to digest the words that had just come out of his mouth.

“
You’re high,” she told him, hoping to sidestep the conversation.

“
I’m not that damned high, CiCi,” he threw back angrily. “The shit isn’t working for me,” he told her again.

“
So you want what exactly,” she tried, wanting him to see how idiotic the things he was saying were.

“
I want you to find a place and I’ll pay for it, I’ll take care of Hasaan’s needs, but I don’t want this together shit anymore,” he told her plainly.

Cyiarra lost it. “You can’t be serious,” she screamed. “You want me to move out,” she asked incensed. “Why, so you can be with that bitch you’re fucking once a week,” she yelled.

Tariq’s eyes narrowed and he got up in her face.

“
You don’t worry about what the fuck I’m doing or who I’m doing it with,” he growled.

Cyiarra took a breath and tried to calm down.

“
Tariq, please, we can work this out,” she tried, tears forming in her eyes. “Tell me what it is you need me to do,” she pleaded.

“
Nothing CiCi, damn, don’t you get it,” he told her trying not to hurt her any more than he already had. “I got with you before I was fully healed, and we moved too fast,” he explained patiently.

“
Bullshit, Tariq,” she yelled again, crying in earnest now. “We dated for almost three months before we even had sex,” she continued.

“
What makes her so damned special Tariq,” Cyiarra continued to badger. “Why would you break up our home, leave our son, all for this woman,” she asked as Tariq made himself another drink and let her talk.

“
I’ll do whatever you want Tariq,” Cyiarra told him. “Please, think about this, think about what you’re saying, what you’re doing,” she tried her pleas falling on deaf ears.

“
CiCi, don’t make this any harder than it is,” he tried as she began to sob deeply.

“
When Tariq, when do you want me out of your life,” she asked painfully.

“
No sense in prolonging it,” he told her as she broke down again.

“
Damn Tariq, what is it,” she screamed now. “What the hell does this woman have that would make you turn your back on me,” Cyiarra asked, demanding an answer from him.

Tariq finished his drink and calmly set the glass on the bar. Walking over to her, he looked down, directly into her eyes and spoke.

“
She has my heart CiCi,” he said simply, walking away as she crumpled to the floor, crushed and broken.

17

Mook woke with a pounding headache. Lying flat on his back still, he rubbed his hand across his face trying to shake the grogginess, rising finally and taking in the room. The empty cognac bottle sat next to the bed, the half smoked blunt in the ashtray. Frowning slightly he listened for any sounds of movement. Hearing none he rose and began walking through the house curiously. He went into the kitchen opening the fridge and frowning slightly. Closing it he headed back to the bedroom, stopping at the two other bedrooms and pushing the doors open. They silently gave affording him a view of the still empty, bed made, rooms. Mook sighed lightly turning and heading to the living room finding the TV off, the pizza box open with the remaining pizza still contained. His head was beginning to hurt more as he continued to think about the night before and what had happened with him and Tae. He turned and headed back to the bedroom, going straight to the bathroom.

He gingerly pushed the door open, seeing the light under the door. It was empty.
What the hell, did she leave,
he thought frowning again. Looking at his reflection in the mirror the revelation hit him.
She was never here stupid,
his mind told him. The refrigerator was empty. There was nothing in any of the cabinets, no fresh supply of tissue, no panties on the floor, no scent of her perfume in bed. In his drunken, drug induced stupor he’d dreamt the whole thing.

“
Shit,” Mook mumbled, relieving his call of nature and going back to the bed, sitting on it.

He knew what brought the dream on. He was already angry with Kim about the man she was seeing, and Tariq had filled him in on the argument Tae and Shells were having, as well as the man going to New York to see his family.
“So he still didn’t explain what happened,” Mook asked as they smoked the weed. Tariq sighed softly telling him he hadn’t. “I told him that might not be the best course of action,” he replied. “But you know how stubborn Shells can be,” Tariq finished as they continued to smoke.
Mook sighed deeply, glad on the one hand they hadn’t been together and destroyed both their relationships; pissed on the other that he was still dealing with Kim’s secrecy and deceit.

Checking his cell, he noted the time. 4:47AM. He also saw four missed calls from Kim; the last one an hour ago. Rising again Mook stripped the bed, putting the linens in the laundry room. He tidied up the mess, and threw out the pizza, taking the trash out and putting it in the large receptacle outside. Locking the door to the safehouse he called a cab, holding the black case once again in his hand. The cab drove up ten minutes later, Mook getting inside and giving the driver the address. The ride was uneventful and his mind raced the entire trip. Arriving once again at Memoirs, Mook paid the fare and got out, thanking the man for his service. The cab drove away as he reached the midnight black SUV, using the remote and unlocking the door. Mook climbed into the driver’s side, putting the case once again on the passenger seat and starting the truck. Glancing over to his left, he saw Tariq’s truck still parked. Mook headed back to the house hoping Kim was still asleep. He had to sort some things out before he talked to her, not the least of which, what he was going to do about her new boyfriend.
Maybe she wants to leave you for this clown,
his mind raced. It would explain the distance and why she suddenly didn’t want him to touch her. By the time the secluded, wooded, estate came into view, Mook was even angrier and determined to get some answers as he parked the truck and went inside.

*****

Cyiarra quietly crept into the kitchen opening the fridge and retrieving a bottle of water. Her head hurt from the crying induced headache and her eyes burned like someone had thrown sand in them. Opening the bottle and drinking over half of it, she ventured down the hall once more stopping at Hasaan’s room and checking on him. The child was fast asleep, lying contentedly on his back, leg hanging over the edge of his toddler bed. Smiling slightly she walked into the room and put him fully back in the bed as he whined softly, turning over and drifting right back off. She closed his door as she left and continued making her way to the master bedroom once more. Passing their guest room, she stopped, standing outside the closed door, staring. She prayed when she opened the door her man was lying on the bed inside. After he walked out of the kitchen last night she’d heard the front door close. Too scared to verify he was gone, Cyiarra had simply collapsed onto the king bed and cried herself to sleep.

Swallowing hard, she put her hand on the knob and turned it carefully, pushing the door as it silently gave and opened. Peering into the semi darkness she could see his outline on the bed, letting go the breath she’d been holding as she opened the door. Cyiarra silently thanked God for that much.
Who is this damned woman,
her mind once again asked as Tariq turned over and she noticed he was nude. She bit her bottom lip, wholly aroused at the sight. Cyiarra crept inside, closing the door once more, as she quickly stripped off the nightgown she wore and gently eased into bed beside him. She lay behind him, putting her arm around him and running her hand down the washboard abs he possessed. Tariq didn’t stir. She kissed his shoulder softly, pressing her breasts against his back. Cyiarra allowed her touch to go lower, finding him semi-hard. She kissed the middle of his back, between his shoulders now, feeling his manhood growing. Smiling to herself, she slid the hand back up his abs, gently caressing his chest now. Tariq sighed softly and she knew he was enjoying her touch. Cyiarra gently pulled him backwards until he was lying on his back.

Stealthily she kissed his stomach, easing her way down and sliding his standing erection in her mouth, sucking greedily. Tariq sighed deeply, moaning slightly. Cyiarra continued to pleasure him as she grew wetter, desiring to make love. His hands began touching her back, caressing her breasts as her tongue glided up and down his shaft.

“
Damn baby,” Tariq murmured eyes still closed as his orgasm loomed closer.

Cyiarra felt him stiffen and knew he was close. Removing her mouth, still using her hands to stroke him, she straddled him, placing him at her entrance Cyiarra sat on his erection as he filled her.

“
Mmm, shit,” Tariq moaned again as she began riding him slow and sensuously.

His hands grabbed her breasts squeezing them as his hips picked up momentum and he began thrusting into her with renewed vigor. Cyiarra’s head fell back as her mouth opened and her cry of pleasure escaped with the orgasm that hit her full force as Tariq gripped her hips now, going deeper.

“
Yes, Tariq, yes,” she breathed as he began to spasm and vibrate inside her.

With one last stroke he came hard, holding her immobile, his finish surging upward and running over. As the orgasm subsided, his eyes opened and he regarded the woman still atop him.

Cyiarra said nothing as he continued to regard her silently. She couldn’t read the expression on his face, but the gaze was beginning to unnerve her. Still wordless, Tariq lifted her off him, rising and leaving her alone in bed, hurt and confused.
Oh god, I’ve got to find out who this woman is,
Cyiarra thought miserably refusing to cry any more. Rising finally she went back to their bedroom, hearing the shower running. Sighing deeply she climbed into the bed, thinking about the man on the other side of the door.
I will not lose him,
she continued to brood. Cyiarra continued to think about the things he’d said last night, especially the part about the woman having his heart, when a revelation hit her.

“
No, he wouldn’t, not her,” she whispered aloud as the thought became more and more plausible.

She needed to find out. Needed a way to test the theory, but how? Tariq coming out of the bathroom disturbed her pondering as she looked up and their eyes met. He still said nothing, coming and lying down beside her. Cyiarra reached over turning out the lamp on her nightstand, lying down as well. Even in the dark she could feel his gaze fixed on her.

“
I’m moving out tomorrow,” Tariq said simply, turning on his side, back to her and closing his eyes.

Cyiarra’s heart broke hearing him say the words, but now more than ever she had to know who her enemy was.
I will not let KiKi take you away from me,
she thought venomously finally acknowledging the thought and feeling in her gut she was one hundred percent right.

*****

Mook stealthily made his way into the house, got into the shower, and now stood over the bed watching Kim sleep. He checked on KiSean when he came in, as well as the house, finding everything still in order.
You have that muthafucka up in my house,
he fumed angrily thinking of the man trespassing on his territory. Mook looked her over, seeing that she slept nude. He couldn’t deny the want and desire that immediately took over even as he angrily tried to push it away. He loved Kim, even with all the drama, he still loved her.
You sleep with him, he touched you,
Mook was still questioning, his fists clenching and unclenching as the thoughts formed in his mind. He kept seeing the man put his lips on hers outside the hotdog shop. Kim stirred, turning over as the sheet moved and exposed her breasts. Mook felt his manhood begin to take on life, his mind telling him to turn around and leave the room, his feet weren’t heeding the message. Before he could stop himself, he was on sitting down on the bed beside her, his tongue on the hard nipple staring him in the face. Kim sighed softly, her hand instinctively going to the side of his face, stroking it gently.

Forcing himself, he stopped and pulled his mouth away, waking her.

“
Mook,” she questioned softly, focusing on him finally as he stared back at her. “Are you okay,” she asked the concern evident.