Black Obsidian(41)

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Your mother?”

I stared at her hair, seeing the gray strands creep into her dark hair. There were faint lines underneath her eyes, and the corners of her lips had tiny wrinkles that were hardly noticeable. In her youth, she was beautiful, but I still thought she was a pretty lady. “She passed away too.”

“Dear, I’m so sorry.” She reached for my hand and grabbed it, her cold fingers somehow feeling warm against my skin.

I squeezed her hand back, enjoying the limited affection I shared with her. I was just a man who came to visit her. She pitied me for everything that I lost, but I pitied her because she didn’t remember anyone she lost. It wasn’t a contest, but if it were, neither one of us won.



I’d just walked out of the office when she called me.

“Hey, sweetheart.” My mood immediately picked up once I saw her name on the screen. After dinner the other night, it seemed like things were different between us, more intense in a good way. Some of her walls had come down, and she actually made an effort to let me in.

“Hey, sexy.”

“I like that nickname.”

“I think it’s suitable.”

“So what does my lady want?”

She paused when she listened to the way I referred to her. “To see if you wanted to do something tonight.”

I wanted to do a lot of things tonight. “Come over for some popcorn and a movie. And a little bit of Frenching.”

“Just a little?” she teased.

“Alright. Maybe a lot.” And there would be a lot of pussy licking too.

“Sure. Want me to pick up some food on the way?”

“Nah, I’ll make something.” She never asked me to do something this casually before. It was like we were longtime partners who preferred to hide away from the rest of the world. All of this was new to me, but I caught on pretty quickly. I’d had a girlfriend once in high school but never since. “You just get that fine ass over here.” And lubed up.

“Okay, I will. See you soon.”

“Bye, baby.” I hung up then walked down the sidewalk until I reached my car. I was glad she didn’t invite me to her place because I hated that goddamn apartment. It was run-down with bad people around. The idea of her sleeping there without any protection put me on edge. I would buy her an apartment if she’d let me. But I knew how that conversation would go.



We sat on the couch with our wine and popcorn. The movie played on the TV, but neither one of us watched it. She crawled into my lap then straddled my hips, her pussy sitting right on the definition of my hard-on.

She ran her hands up my chest, her long hair pulled over one shoulder. “How was your day?”

I cherished the feel of her nails against my t-shirt. I loved the pressure and the memory of her gripping me the last time I made her come. “Good. Yours?”

“It was slow at the office. I’ve had a hard time getting donors.”

“Want my advice?”

“Always.” She tilted her head slightly, showing her slender neck.

“Go to the donors.”

“I’m not a salesperson.”

“Then don’t act like a salesperson. Show them how their donation can get them some spotlight. Maybe some of these people are genuine and want to help others. But most of them just want the credit. Play to their egos, and you’ll always get what you want.”

“You’re clever, aren’t you?” Her hands moved to my shoulders, and she massaged them gently.

“Very.” I gripped her lean thighs then slowly slid my hands up to her ass. I loved that perky backside of hers. I couldn’t wait to rub my cock between her cheeks before I shoved my thick cock in her puckered little asshole.

She adjusted her hips slightly, feeling my hard dick through my jeans. Anytime she was near me, I was hard because my mind was so obsessed with this woman—and no one else. “Can I ask you something?”

I didn’t hesitate to reply. “Yes.”

“It’s personal.”

She told me something personal about herself, so I could tell her something personal about me. “That’s fine.”

“When you said you were my boyfriend, did you mean we’re exclusive?”

“You bet your ass I did.” If she even hugged another man, I’d be livid about it. I hadn’t fucked her, but she was mine. I wished I could give her a black ring to put on her right hand so people would stay the fuck away from her.

“So…you aren’t seeing anyone else?” The hope picked up in her voice.

I swallowed the insult deep down into my gut. “No. You’re the only woman I’ve touched, kissed, or pretty much looked at since I saw you in that bar.”