muscles of her vagina. She could knead a man’s penis with her pussy as surely as her fingers could milk a cow. It took but a few minutes to arouse him again.
It took longer for the second orgasm, and afterward he flopped, dishrag weak and soaked with sweat, beside her on the bed.
Dominique ran a finger down his sweaty chest. “Mind if I smoke?” she asked.
“Smoke away.”
“Do you want one?”
“Nope.”
As she fired the match, lighting the cigarette and making a momentary glow around her face, he felt warm affection, protective and tender. Did she have an old man? He’d have to ask Gigolo Perry. Then he realized what he was thinking, and remembered what George had warned about falling in love. He began laughing. Sweet Jesus, he could see what George was talking about.
Chapter 07
7
Diesel tossed socks and underwear into the overnight bag. Gloria stood in the bedroom door, arms folded as she glared at him and tapped her foot. Her short fuse was burning down; she was ready to explode any moment. Diesel knew it and kept his eyes averted. Maybe he could get away before she got all the way worked up.
He zipped the bag shut, grabbed the suitcase from beside the bed, and started for the door.
“I see you took your arsenal,” she said.
“So?”
“I want to know where you’re going.” As she spoke, she stood away from the doorframe and blocked the doorway just as he arrived at it. He had to stop or drive over her. He wasn’t ready for that—not yet. He raised his eyes to the heavens, a charade of seeking patience from God. Then he backed away from her.
“Please lemme go, baby. I don’t wanna fight.” It was as true as anything he’d ever said. He would brawl while choking on his own blood. He would fight anybody who walked the earth—but he was gun-shy of Gloria. He loomed over her, and he could flatten her with one punch. He outweighed her more than two to one. He would rather do anything than hit her; yet she would goad him until it was either submit or physically throw her aside. He’d done that once—and when he got out the door, she came behind him and jumped on his back. What a scene, him spinning around as he tried to dislodge her. Curtains stirred in neighbors’ windows. That musta caused a lotta gossip. He wanted anonymity.
“Either you tell me … or it’s a fight. Look, Carl, you’ve got a son. You can’t run around whenever you feel like it anymore. Grow up, man.”
He looked down at her face, her jaw muscles flexing hard ridges. He decided to tell her. Troy would disapprove, but Troy would never know. “We’re going to Sacramento to pick up Mad Dog.”
“Mad Dog! You said he’s crazy.”
“Yeah … Well, a lotta people are crazy. I’m crazy, too.”
“You don’t even like the guy.”
“Troy okayed him.”
“Oh, that’s all it takes … Troy’s okay. If he’s so fuckin’ smart, how come he spent so much time in the penitentiary?”
“You wanted to know, I told you. Don’t push it … don’t try to tell me what to do …” He stopped, leaning back, looking down his nose, his blue eyes flecked red and glassy. She bit her lip and stilled her tongue. He kept talking to mollify her. “When we get done in Sacramento, we’re probably going to LA.”
“What’s in L.A.?”
“A lawyer Troy needs to see.”
“How long before you get back?”
“Maybe five days … at the outside.” It was a lie. It would be ten days minimum.
“If you get busted and go back to prison, don’t expect me or Junior to be around when you get out. This body isn’t going to shrivel up waiting for a fool.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that fifty times already.”
“And you don’t seem to give a shit.”
Her scornful tone got under his skin. In reflex, he dropped his bag and started forward to grab her blouse. He stopped himself, but she knew it was time to step aside. She did so. He retrieved the bag and walked out, pushing the screen door open with his shoulder and letting it
It took longer for the second orgasm, and afterward he flopped, dishrag weak and soaked with sweat, beside her on the bed.
Dominique ran a finger down his sweaty chest. “Mind if I smoke?” she asked.
“Smoke away.”
“Do you want one?”
“Nope.”
As she fired the match, lighting the cigarette and making a momentary glow around her face, he felt warm affection, protective and tender. Did she have an old man? He’d have to ask Gigolo Perry. Then he realized what he was thinking, and remembered what George had warned about falling in love. He began laughing. Sweet Jesus, he could see what George was talking about.
Chapter 07
7
Diesel tossed socks and underwear into the overnight bag. Gloria stood in the bedroom door, arms folded as she glared at him and tapped her foot. Her short fuse was burning down; she was ready to explode any moment. Diesel knew it and kept his eyes averted. Maybe he could get away before she got all the way worked up.
He zipped the bag shut, grabbed the suitcase from beside the bed, and started for the door.
“I see you took your arsenal,” she said.
“So?”
“I want to know where you’re going.” As she spoke, she stood away from the doorframe and blocked the doorway just as he arrived at it. He had to stop or drive over her. He wasn’t ready for that—not yet. He raised his eyes to the heavens, a charade of seeking patience from God. Then he backed away from her.
“Please lemme go, baby. I don’t wanna fight.” It was as true as anything he’d ever said. He would brawl while choking on his own blood. He would fight anybody who walked the earth—but he was gun-shy of Gloria. He loomed over her, and he could flatten her with one punch. He outweighed her more than two to one. He would rather do anything than hit her; yet she would goad him until it was either submit or physically throw her aside. He’d done that once—and when he got out the door, she came behind him and jumped on his back. What a scene, him spinning around as he tried to dislodge her. Curtains stirred in neighbors’ windows. That musta caused a lotta gossip. He wanted anonymity.
“Either you tell me … or it’s a fight. Look, Carl, you’ve got a son. You can’t run around whenever you feel like it anymore. Grow up, man.”
He looked down at her face, her jaw muscles flexing hard ridges. He decided to tell her. Troy would disapprove, but Troy would never know. “We’re going to Sacramento to pick up Mad Dog.”
“Mad Dog! You said he’s crazy.”
“Yeah … Well, a lotta people are crazy. I’m crazy, too.”
“You don’t even like the guy.”
“Troy okayed him.”
“Oh, that’s all it takes … Troy’s okay. If he’s so fuckin’ smart, how come he spent so much time in the penitentiary?”
“You wanted to know, I told you. Don’t push it … don’t try to tell me what to do …” He stopped, leaning back, looking down his nose, his blue eyes flecked red and glassy. She bit her lip and stilled her tongue. He kept talking to mollify her. “When we get done in Sacramento, we’re probably going to LA.”
“What’s in L.A.?”
“A lawyer Troy needs to see.”
“How long before you get back?”
“Maybe five days … at the outside.” It was a lie. It would be ten days minimum.
“If you get busted and go back to prison, don’t expect me or Junior to be around when you get out. This body isn’t going to shrivel up waiting for a fool.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that fifty times already.”
“And you don’t seem to give a shit.”
Her scornful tone got under his skin. In reflex, he dropped his bag and started forward to grab her blouse. He stopped himself, but she knew it was time to step aside. She did so. He retrieved the bag and walked out, pushing the screen door open with his shoulder and letting it
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