Page 4 of A Trial of the Heart

Chapter

Four

Shiloh:

“Ugh!” I sighed for the third time in less than a minute.

This time, I kicked the thick duvet from my legs.

It was the wee hours of the morning, and I was tossing and turning in the bed while LeeAnn slept, snoring her drunkenness off.

At first, I had wanted to leave the club just after getting there, but after spending the time with Rashad, leaving was the last thing on my mind.

He was the reason I couldn’t sleep now. He had given me his room number, which I had no plans of entertaining at first, but now that I lay here, it was heavy on my mind.

I sat up in the bed, looking over at LeeAnn as she snored the loudest I’d ever heard. I was extremely horny, bored, and not sleepy. I had to change that. I didn’t know Rashad from a can of paint, but I wanted to be near him.

Fuck it, I thought, sitting up in bed. I had never had a one-night stand.

I had actually never desired to do so, but Rashad’s invite to his room had me contemplating doing so.

I looked back at LeeAnn once more before standing.

I was a few days shy of thirty, single, horny, and wanting Rashad.

Quickly sliding my pedicured feet into my slides, I grabbed the room key from the nightstand, hurrying from the room.

If I thought any more about the situation, I wouldn’t have done it.

“Good evening, ma’am…” the lift operator said, but his words trailed while he looked down at his watch. “Well, good morning.” He awkwardly chuckled.

Hearing that almost had me wanting to step my ass off the elevator and go back to my room. The only reason I didn’t was because a drunk couple stepped on the elevator, distracting me, and the fire that was lit between my legs wouldn’t allow me to do so.

“Floor six,” the woman slurred, leaning into the guy for support.

“You, ma’am?” The lift operator looked my way.

“Um, fourteen.” I mumbled as if everyone inside the elevator knew I was on my way to give my goods to a man I’d only met a few hours ago. I was ashamed before it was even time to take the walk of shame.

He offered a smile before turning his back to me, pressing the numbers six and fourteen before the elevator slowly took flight. The couple kissed and touched on each other like we weren’t present, and the operator kept his back turned, seeming to ignore us all.

“Have a good time,” the woman said when the cart reached their floor and they side stepped into each other, as they got off.

Well, in my mind I heard “have a good time,” but in reality, she may have said “have a good night.” Either way, I felt like what I was about to do was written all over my face.

I backed into the corner of the elevator once the doors were closed, the loud exhale escaping my full lips the second I felt the elevator move again.

My heart pounded hard so hard I could actually hear it beating outside of my body.

Each floor the elevator crept up, the pounding increased, and my hands sweat.

I closed my eyes tightly, hoping it would ease my mind.

“Ma’am, this is floor fourteen.” I heard, prompting me to open my eyes, and by his expression, this hadn’t been his first time telling me.

“Sorry,” I muttered, hanging my head, stepping from the elevator.

“Thank you.” I tossed back over my shoulder just before the door had closed. I wasn’t sure what I was thankful for. I mean, all he did was press some buttons.

I looked at the closed elevator doors and the long hall I’d have to travel and contemplated turning around once again; I still had time.

My foot was lifted in the air to turn around and back away, but it was like I heard a small voice say, You only live once; enjoy the moment.

With that, I held my head high and headed down the hallway.

My nerves still had the best of me, but it seemed the further from the elevator and the closer to Rashad’s room I got, the calmer I became.

Standing in front of the door, I lifted my balled fist.

“Fuck it,” I mumbled just before knocking. Instinctively, I took a step back, awaiting my knock to be answered.

Only a few seconds had passed, but when I couldn’t hear even a little commotion from the opposite side of the door, I assumed Rashad had called it a night.

“Welp,” I spoke just above a whisper, turning to leave.

My feet had barely shuffled when I heard the light creak of the door, prompting me to stop. When Rashad didn’t speak, I turned slowly, my eyes instantly meeting his awaiting ones. His eyes were glossed with approval.

Rashad stood shirtless, displaying his defined chest with many beautiful tattoos etched across it.

Basketball shorts rested low on his waist, showing the band to his boxers and also effortlessly showcasing his perfect Adonis belt.

His bare feet slipped into his house shoes.

He was much more relaxed in his attire, but God’s creation was still fine beyond words.

“The invite still stands?” I stupidly asked. He’d only invited me up an hour ago, so unless he’d entertained someone else since then, it had to still stand.

“Come in.” Rashad spoke the words and also did the head gesture, something I found sexy.

Like a fire had been lit under my feet, I faced Rashad fully, damn near jumping in his arms. I needed him. The moment our bodies collided, an electric current, like our first run in, shot through my body, awakening many things.

“Glad you could make it.” His voice was low and sexy, the vibration from his chest shaking mine. Rashad kissed me after his words.

Our tongues had just gotten introduced, but they danced a tune that seemed all too familiar to them. Never breaking the kiss, Rashad hoisted me from my feet, backing into his suite, the door closing behind us. The door latch closed, and he pushed me against the back of it, dominating the kiss.

Rashad wasn’t wasting any time as he continued kissing me while removing my clothes. Before I could register it, I was completely naked and engulfed in Rashad’s grasp as my body pressed against the cold wall. He broke the kiss.

“You good?” he asked, throwing me off.

I was back on my feet and breathless.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Rashad’s strong yet soft hand found the side of my face, stroking lightly. Instinctively, I rested my face in his hand. He felt safe.

“You’re so fucking captivating.” He casually complimented me, causing me to blush before dropping my head. “Nah, don’t do that,” he spoke, placing his finger under my chin, lifting it so our eyes could meet again. “You nervous?”

Hell yeah! I thought. Hell, if my expression didn’t tell it, I knew he could hear my heart racing, and the way my body shook it for sure gave it away.

“You’re not?”

“Not even a little.” He smiled. He was so confident.

“How could you not be? I don’t mean about the sex. I mean about it happening with someone you just met,” I said. “You have one-night stands often?” I mumbled, almost afraid of the answer.

“You feel familiar… like you’re already mine.”

His response caused me to blush more and almost drop my head again, but he caught me, pressing his lips against mine. Rashad kissed me more passionately than before. I wasn’t sure if he was running game just to get the pussy faster, or if his words were true. Either way, he had me.

Releasing the kiss, Rashad slowly got on one knee with his eyes still on me before he lifted my leg, tossing it over his shoulder.

“You ready?” He kissed my inner thigh.

My words were caught, but ready or not, my kitty was throbbing, dripping, and ready to purr from his touch. I nodded. I barely gave a full nod when Rashad’s face met my core. His breath tickled my folds before he spread my lips with his, dipping his tongue into my honey pot.

“Mhm…” The low moan slipped from my full lips, my head tossed back, and my hand found the back of his head, gripping it. From the one move alone, I knew Rashad was about to take me on an unforgettable ride, and I was prepared for all he offered.

The only light that illuminated Rashad’s suite was the one from the moon as we lay sprawled naked on his bed.

I’d had sex more times than I could count with a handful of partners, but nothing matched tonight.

Rashad slow stroked, talked me through it, and allowed me to cum first all while making me feel good. He knew what he was doing.

“What do you do for a living?” I sleepily asked, not wanting to rush back to my room but also not wanting to lay awkwardly in silence. At the club, I’d already told Rashad what I did.

Rashad cleared his throat. “I’m the founder of a nonprofit organization, Melanin Hive Youth Center.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a center for less fortunate kids, teaching them the way of life. It’s not just a center. We mentor the kids, preparing them for the world, teaching them everyday life skills. By the time they age out, they know how to manage money, pay bills… They pretty much know how to be an adult.”

Hearing what Rashad did caused me to smile. “That is so beautiful. I love it.”

“Yeah, it’s not always easy, but at the end of the day, the reward from what I do is what makes it all worth it.

He was just too perfect.

“You’re a lawyer, right?” he asked like I hadn’t told him earlier. Maybe he was making conversation or had forgotten.

“I am.”

“Oh, shit. You told me that, right?”

I giggled like a kid. “I did.”

There was a brief pause. “That’s dope as hell, though. Don’t see many young black lawyers.”

The smile I had grew. Whenever I told someone I was a lawyer, it shocked them, but they complimented me on my successes. I was damn proud. I had worked my ass off to be a lawyer at twenty-nine years old.

I went to ask another question, but the vibrating of my phone stopped my words. Slipping from Rashad’s grasp, I grabbed my phone to see it was LeeAnn calling me. She had woken up.

“Hey, girl. What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. I’d tell LeeAnn all about tonight, but doing so over the phone while I was still laid up with Rashad wasn’t the time.

“Hey, girl?” LeeAnn repeated loudly in my ear, forcing me to pull the phone from my ear. “Where the hell are you?”

She was still shouting, so I heard her even with the phone from my ear. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I searched for my clothes in the dark.

“I’m coming. I had to get some air.”

“Well, hurry. Girl, you had me worried.”

“I’m coming now.” I quickly disconnected the call, not wanting it to linger.

“Leaving so soon?” Rashad’s deep, raspy voice caught my attention.

I looked over my shoulder at him after grabbing up my shirt. “Yeah. My friend is looking for me. I’ve been gone awhile, so I’m sure she’s worried.”

“Will I see you again?”

I’d been drawn to Rashad, and it was evident he was drawn to me.

“Anything is possible. We have thirteen more days to go.” I smiled.

Rashad chuckled, sliding from the bed, making his way to me.

He had turned me every way but loose, but as he strolled my way, my breathing increased from nervousness.

Once he reached me, Rashad raised his hand, his pointer finger trailing the frame of my face before his hand grasped my neck.

It wasn’t forceful but enough pressure to cause my kitty to drip.

“You’re going to see me again,” he uttered with confidence before leaning in to kiss me.

I melted like ice cream on the hottest summer day right where we stood.

“Enjoy your night.” He released me.

My body was still. I was stunned, standing there with my mouth agape. After the sensual kiss and the explosive sex, Rashad was right. I was going to see him again.