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TORY RICHARDS

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Saturday, June 4, 2016

First Chapter of Big, Black and Beautiful



Big, Black and Beautiful

Chapter 1

Tony

“Open up the door!” Tony waited about a minute, his patience wearing thin. He knew Shelly was inside, and he was pissed at her for making him come all this way. If she’d just answered the phone like a normal person he’d still be home in bed, getting laid by the hot chick he’d met at the bar. “Damnit, Shelly! Open the door before I break a window! I know you’re in there!”

“Go away!”

He could tell by the sound of her voice that she’d been crying. “No. Now open the door. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“Then why didn’t you answer your damn phone? I’ve been calling all day.”

Silence, before she said in a reluctant, slightly apologetic tone, “I turned my phone off.”

“Yeah, I figured that out after about a dozen tries.” Tony leaned against the door, frustrated and tired as hell. As soon as he’d found out that she and Peter had broken up he’d been trying to get a hold of her. As far as he was concerned she could do a hell of a lot better than a pretty-boy accountant who wore a different color sweater vest every day of the week.

Sweater vests for Christ’s sakes.

Ever since Tony’s best friend, and Shelly’s brother, Steve, had asked him to look out for her while he was in Iraq, he’d become her stalker. Well, not exactly a stalker, but Tony had taken Steve’s request seriously. He’d kept close tabs on her.

“Come on, honey.” Tony decided to try a different tactic since his He-Man attitude didn’t seem to be working. “Let me in. I have to pee.”

“Go behind a bush,” was Shelly’s response. 

“Damnit, Shelly!” So much for that, Tony’s anger was simmering too close to the surface for him to hold it back. “I didn’t come all the way here to talk to you through a door.”

“You shouldn’t have come here at all. I’m a big girl, Anthony. My brother had no right to ask you to babysit me.”

Tony released a harsh breath and leaned his forehead against the door. She knew that he hated when people used his full name. “I swear to God, if you don’t open this fucking door—” He heard the click that indicated that Shelly had unlocked it, but he knew she wouldn’t open it, she was just that stubborn. By the time he opened the door, Shelly was walking away from him.

“Come on in Mr. Big, Black and Beautiful,” she said in that teasing tone she used whenever she called him that.

Tony’s gaze automatically fell to her ass, admiring the way the soft roundness filled out the sweats she was wearing. Shit, don’t go there, man. She’s off limits. He closed and locked the door.

“See?” Shelly tossed over her shoulder, the wild waterfall of her thick, auburn curls bouncing with the movement of her head. God, she had great hair. “I’m okay.”

Tony could tell by her tone that she wasn’t. He caught up to her and reached for her arm. “No, you’re not.” He forced her around to face him, his gaze dropping to what she had in her hands. “Oh, hell no, you’re not doing this, baby.” He reached for the quart of ice cream, noticing that it was half gone. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“How do you know?” Shelly asked as they as they went back and forth, each trying to take control of the container.

“Because I know you.” It was true. Tony and Steve had grown up as best friends, and had spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. Shelly was only three years younger than them, but she’d always been around when he was at their home. Over the years he’d seen a lot, including that she always seemed to pick the wrong men.

“You think you know me, but what you don’t know would surprise you.” She finally gave up and let him take the ice cream away from her. For a moment they stood silently staring at one another.

In that quiet moment Tony let himself take in all of Shelly. He’d first met her when she was a cute, chubby ten-year-old. Over the years that baby-fat had redistributed into one sexy, curvy woman that took his breath away and tested his libido. It was getting harder and harder to keep his attraction for her a secret, like right now, when all he wanted to do was kiss those soft, full lips pouting up at him. But that wasn’t all that Tony wanted to do to Shelly, and that was the problem.

In the face of her quiet anger he picked up the spoon and took a big bite of the ice cream, hoping to take his mind off Shelly as a desirable woman and get it back on track. She was his best friend’s little sister, and was therefore off limits. His attempt at lightening up the situation backfired though, when his mouth closed over the ice cream and her gaze dropped to his lips. She licked her lips, turning the situation into something hot and intimate between them.

Damn! This was not a feeling Tony wanted right now because he was barely holding on by a thread, his cock letting him know that it wanted inside her delectable pussy. He moved around Shelly to put the ice cream in the freezer, aware that she was close behind him. By the time he turned back to her she was standing with her hands on her hips.

Fuck! His cock jerked. Bad move for Shelly. Her challenging position pulled the thin material of her short top tight across her large breasts, which Tony noticed were braless. A strip of bare silky flesh was exposed where her top had ridden up, and the sight of her pierced belly button was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Right before his eyes her nipples were hardening, and he thought that it was only fair, since his dick had done the same damned thing right before her watchful gaze. He hoped Shelly didn’t notice, took a deep breath, and tried for nonchalance. 

“You want to talk about it?”

Something changed in her eyes, a flash of disappointment that was extinguished by a stronger emotion, like anger. “Go to hell!” She swung around and stomped off toward the living room. 

Tony held back a grin. “By the looks of you you’re already there.” She plopped herself down on the couch. He thought it was safer if he took the chair opposite her. He sat on the edge and leaned forward, letting his clasped hands dangle between his knees.

Shelly shrugged. “It’s the same old story,” she admitted in a low voice.

“Well, since I don’t know what the old story is, care to enlighten me?” Fuck, why did she have to be so appealing? He decided he would get the story, give her the comfort and support she needed, and then get the hell out of there as fast as he could.

Her pretty eyes narrowed, shooting shards of green glass at him. “No, you’re not my keeper, Tony. You’re barely even a friend,” she finished with a whisper.

He narrowed his eyes on her, angry at her comment, and angrier still at what he was pretty certain was a handprint bruise on her arm. Tony was used to Shelly’s bluntness, she was a lot like her brother in that respect, but the thought of a man putting his hands on her in anger far outweighed his need to sympathize and comfort her during another breakup.

“Did he put his fucking hands on you?” His brows came together as he scowled.

Shelly surprised him by laughing out loud. “A man usually does when we’re fucking.”

Oh, hell no, she didn’t go there! The visual her words created weren’t something that Tony needed, because in his mind Shelly was talking about him. He was the one fucking her sweet body. He’d been fighting his need for her for years, fighting to keep his distance, using other women to fuck her out of his thoughts. Tony wondered what he’d done in life to deserve the kind of torture he was going through by desiring a woman he couldn’t have.

It suddenly occurred to him that Shelly’s time was running out. He’d had a hard-on for her since she turned twenty and he’d come home from a stint in Afghanistan to find a woman in place of the girl he’d left. If Steve knew that Tony had the hots for his sister he would have never asked him to watch over her.

“That’s not what I meant,” he practically barked the words out. “Did Peter hurt you? Did he put his fucking hands on you in anger?” She glanced away, but there was no denying the slight color staining her cheeks. By the time she returned his gaze Tony had seen enough to draw his own conclusions. He jumped to his feet. “I’ll kill him!”

Shelly jumped up too, surprise on her face at his outburst. “What? Don’t be crazy, it’s over.”

“No man puts his hands on you in anger,” Tony snarled, looking down at her. What he really wanted to say was that no man put his hands on her, period, only he didn’t have that right. God, he had to get the hell out of there before he caved and showed her the side that he kept hidden from her.

The man who wanted her in every fucking way.

“What about in lust?” Shelly asked, touching Tony’s arm as if to calm him down. “Is it okay to leave marks during rough sex?”

“What the fuck?” He scowled down at her, trying to ignore the way his dick was pounding away behind the zipper of his jeans. Was she purposely baiting him? He was still angry, though it was for a different reason now. He had to make a quick exit before things got out of hand. Maybe it wasn’t too late to go back to the bar and find someone to spend the night with him. Tony needed an outlet, needed to get laid, and bad. And if he didn’t get away from Shelly soon…

He turned to leave, rushing toward the door with a desperation that unnerved him.

“Where are you going?” Shelly was right behind him.

“Look, I just came over to make sure you were okay. Next time answer your damn phone and save me a trip.”

“You know what I’ve noticed about you, Tony?” The sudden softness of her tone should have warned him.  “That you always run away when the conversation between us turns to sex.”

“Yeah, well, you just reminded me that I left a hot piece waiting for me back in my bed.” He hadn’t really, but she didn’t have to know that.

She was like a vicious dog after a bone. “Really? Do you leave marks on her when you’re fucking her?”

Shit! What is Shelly playing at? This wasn’t like her at all. Tony reached for the door handle, ignoring the volcanic heat rushing through his system. His dick was hard as stone and trying to unzip his jeans on its own. He opened the door with every intention of getting into his car and getting out of there as fast as he could and not looking back.

“You want to know something?”

Her seductive, slightly challenging tone caused Tony to pause from leaving, but he didn’t turn around. If he looked into her eyes he’d be lost, because there was something else in her tone, an emotion that turned her words hoarse with need. A deaf man would be able to hear the hunger in her next words.

“I broke it off with Peter because he wasn’t you.”


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