Angel tickled with the tip of her pierced tongue.
“Damn, you got me so wet,” Goldilocks moaned, rubbing her clit then sticking her finger in Angel’s mouth so she could taste her sweet nectar. Angel undressed and stood over Goldilocks as she lay on the couch, spread- eagled. Angel then took Goldilocks’s legs and placed them over her shoulders before going down on her.
Goldilocks arched her back to meet Angel’s adventurous tongue that lapped greedily over her pulsating pussy, bringing her to a thunderous orgasm.
Then it was Goldi’s turn.
“I got a surprise for you, boo,” Goldilocks announced mischievously after Angel came in her mouth. She reached under the couch and produced a large nine-inch strap-on. She started to harness it around her waist, but Angel grabbed it from her.
“Nah, that’s my job,” Angel said, asserting her dominance and refusing to have a dick, fake or real, fuck her.
Angel strapped on the dildo and bent Goldilocks over the edge of the couch, plowing into her with the hard rubber as if it was real.
“Sssss-awwww,” Goldi gasped, sucking in air through clenched teeth. Angel slid deeper inside her tight hole with the nine-incher.
“Ohh, Angel, Angel, Angel!” Goldilocks repeated like a hook in her favorite song. It was definitely good to have her lover home.
After they showered, they ate Chinese takeout and lay naked on Goldi’s bed, basking in the glow of their reunion.
“If I told you I loved you, would you believe me?” Goldilocks asked, looking Angel in the eyes.
“Should I?” Angel countered.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” Goldilocks replied solemnly. “You mean a lot to me, Angel. What we have, the world may not understand, but I do and I never want it to end.”
“Nothin’ last forever, ma,” Angel said, remembering all that she had lost in life.
“But it can last for life.”
Angel shrugged, “Love makes you do crazy things, G. And I don’t need crazy right now. I need DBD.”
“DBD?” Goldilocks questioned, not recognizing the term.
“Death before Dishonor.”
Angel eyed Goldilocks’s reaction. She knew Goldi didn’t have the heart of a killer, but if she was planning on rolling with Angel, she’d have to do something.
“Death before dishonor.” Goldilocks repeated the code like a bride saying “I do.”
She tried to kiss Angel, but Angel stopped her with an index finger to the lips. She traced the outline of her bottom lip and across her chin to the flesh of her throat.
“Everything I’m about goes against everything you’ve ever known,” Angel explained, sliding her index finger and thumb down Goldi’s gently heaving cleavage and circling her breasts. “And I gotta know. I gotta trust that the only thing that matters to you is me.”
Goldilocks closed her eyes and licked her lips, enjoying the soft sensuality of Angel’s touch.
“I gotta know that your body is mine.”
“It is, I swear.”
“Your mind,” Angel continued, caressing Goldi to her navel. “Will you kill for me?”
“Yes, I’ll do anything for you,” Goldilocks responded.
Angel brought her face closer until they were sharing air.
“Will you die for me?”
Goldilocks blinked and focused on Angel as her fingers slipped inside her wetness. Goldi nodded slowly.
“Anything.”
Angel smiled and kissed her.
“Then we need to go to church,” Angel announced.
First Street Baptist Church.
Angel struck a match with one manicured hand and sparked her cigarette. She concentrated on the reddish- orange flame before blowing it out. She inhaled deeply, threw her head back, and blew a stream of smoke into the cloudy morning sky. The Los Angeles streets were slick from rain the night before.
Angel looked at the face of the church that boasted the name “Reverend Qwan Taylor” on its marquee. It had been almost four years since Qwan testified against Dutch, and Angel had dreamed of making this trip ever since. She understood why Dutch had let Qwan live. Qwan had always been a coward. He wasn’t of the same caliber as the rest of the team. Angel had known it ever since she first laid eyes on him. He was a good car thief and an excellent driver, but that’s where his talents ended.
When the Month of Murder kicked into full swing, Angel saw how jittery and nervous he was. Qwan just wasn’t cut out for that shit, and Dutch knew it so he pardoned him. Angel understood Dutch’s motives perfectly, but she didn’t agree with them, not yet. Not until she had the chance to see for herself if Qwan had been truly vindicated.
Angel approached the front door, taking a long drag of her Newport before throwing it to the ground. She knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again louder, and still no answer. Angel tried the knob, but it was locked.
“Shit,” she cursed before stepping around the side of the building to the parking lot. The only vehicle in the lot was a sparkling new gray Lincoln Navigator parked near the rear door. She walked across the small parking lot and knocked on the back door. A few seconds passed before she heard footsteps behind the door. Angel took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the door opened. Qwan stood behind it.
Angel recognized him instantly even though he had gotten a little chubby and had grown a goatee. He was dressed tastefully in a blue double-breasted suit that was clearly tailored to fit.
“Hello, Qwan. Long time no see, huh?”
Qwan looked puzzled for a minute. It had been almost fifteen years since he had seen Angel, and her blonde wig hid the jet-black hair he was used to. Qwan’s eyes quickly took in every curve that generously filled out the body-hugging silk dress she wore so well. Even Angel had to look twice at her own reflection. She couldn’t remember ever wearing a dress in her life, let alone a dress so clingy and revealing.
He looked at her face again and recognized her under the sexy outfit and wig.
“Angel?” he asked breathlessly.
“Who else?” She smiled, flinging her arms open. “Ain’t you got a hug for an old friend, Qwan?”
He hesitated but Angel didn’t. She enveloped him in a tight embrace, making sure to press her hot body against him, sending fire through his sanctified loins.
Angel stepped back slowly to allow Qwan a good look at her.
“How… where have you… I haven’t…”
His questions and comments stumbled over each other as he attempted to speak them all at once. Yet the main question he wanted to ask was what she was doing there.
“Now this is what I call a nice surprise,” he said, admiring her from head to toe.
“Well, I moved out here temporarily, and you was on my mind. So, here I am,” Angel replied.
“Come on in, Angel. Come on in,” Qwan invited, stepping aside to usher her inside.
Angel brushed her breasts against him purposely as she entered a small stairway that led to a plush office. The desk was black lacquer and the carpet was thick burgundy. A bookshelf took up three walls while the fourth held a large picture of a black Jesus and a golden crucifix. Under the picture was a long, beige leather couch.
Angel sat in the chair in front of the desk while Qwan perched on the edge of the desk.
“So… where did you move to?” Qwan inquired, hands clasped in his lap.
“San Francisco. I met a few chicks in the pen that had a nice racket going on in the Bay, so I said what the hell, you know?” Angel explained, only half lying.
“Yes, I heard about that. I’m sorry I didn’t write or anything, but with my duties here at the church… well, you know what they say, the Lord’s work is never done.”
“And from the looks of it, his workers get paid well. Is that your Navigator out there?”
