Hell's Harlem--The Series by J.M. Walker

Author:J.M. Walker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J.M. Walker
Published: 2019-07-30T00:00:00+00:00

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Tray

WHEN ZILLAH DIDN’T leave after finding out about Catch, or even after finding out that I hid I was a biker from her, I knew she wasn’t like other women.

Later that evening, we were watching some old horror movie. I couldn’t even remember what it was. All I could focus on was the woman leaning against me. We hadn’t talked for about an hour but instead, sat in each other’s quiet company. I wasn’t used to just hanging out with a woman. It always ended up in sex. With no conversation. None of this learning about each other shit. It wasn’t normal for me, but I found that I liked this more.

Brushing my fingers up and down Zillah’s bare arm, I reveled in the way her skin puckered with goosebumps.

She didn’t talk about her father again. The fucking bastard should have kept his thoughts to himself instead of putting lies in my girl’s mind, but unlucky for him, she had a strong head on her shoulders.

“Stop stewing,” she said, breaking the silence.

“I’m not stewing.”

“You are. You’re all growly. I can hear it in your chest.”

“I didn’t even say anything.” I kissed her head.

“You didn’t have to. You growled.” Zillah kissed my cheek and adjusted her position on my lap, straddling me backwards. “Don’t worry about my dad. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You needed me.” I kissed her exposed throat.

“I did.” She pushed her ass into me. “And I still do.”

“Tell me why.” I cupped her jaw, holding her head back against my shoulder, and nipping at the side of her throat. Inhaling deep, the scent of sweet apple pie wafted into my nose.

“You make me feel good. You make me forget. You make me feel like a woman when half the time, I still feel like a little girl. I’m not experienced but I want to be.” She looked up at me then. “For you.”

“I told you in the beginning.” I kissed her nose. “I’ll teach you everything.”

“And we can learn together if needed,” she added.

“Exactly.” I smiled down at her.

She sighed.

“What is it?” As much as I wanted to bury myself balls deep inside her, something was still wrong.

“I don’t know.” She chewed her bottom lip.

“Zillah,” I growled. “Stop biting your damn lip.”

Her cheeks reddened. “Sorry.”

“Baby, stop that. Stop apologizing. Stop saying you’re sorry for being you and for having your little quirks. I only told you to stop biting your lip because it turns me on. And I don’t want to take advantage of you because I know something is still wrong.”

Zillah sat forward and dropped her head in her hands. “I feel like the other woman.”

“Don’t.” I pulled her back against me but she only shoved out of my grip. “What is this? What are you doing?”

“Tray.” She rose from the couch. “As much as I want you, as much as I like you, I can’t be the one who broke up your relationship—”

“Don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” I jumped from the couch and closed the distance between us.

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