Carter looked at Yarissa and Glenda.
“We’re going,” Yarissa said, and Glenda followed her out of the room, closing the door behind them.
“She whacked Flip tonight.”
“About fuckin’ time. She say what finally set her off?”
“Nope. Just said that she had enough of his shit.”
Rain laughed, but the shit hurt, so she winced in pain.
“Seriously, Rain, you all right?”
“I will be. But I need you to get out in front of this. Find out what the fuck is going on and who’s at us,” Rain commanded.
“I will.” Carter stood up. “You get some rest.”
When Carter left the room, Glenda and Yarissa were waiting outside the door.
“How is she really?” Carter asked and Glenda explained Rain’s condition.
“Yarissa!” Rain shouted.
Knowing that Black and Shy were vacationing in Fiji with Bobby and Pam, there was somebody Rain needed to talk to.
“Let me get in there and see what she wants,” Yarissa said, observing the body language between Carter and Glenda and went in the room, leaving Glenda alone to escort Carter out.
“What you need, Rain?” Yarissa asked when she came in the room.
“I need you to call Wanda.”
Chapter Ten
Squatting over him in her four inch Jimmy Choo stilettos, Wanda rode his dick with skill. James was not allowed to touch her, her rules, so his fists were clenched at his side as he watched his dick disappear only to appear again even slicker than before.
Her pussy swallowed him whole, her full round hips, ample, cushioning each downward stroke against his hip bone, making his toes curl. James wanted badly to grab her ass and she knew it. Her red lips curved into a smile as she shook her head at him.
“Uh, uh, uh, no touching, remember?”
Damn, he remembered, but it wasn’t right. Especially when Wanda started to really get off on him, going faster and faster, her wetness running down the back of his balls, settling on his three thousand count crème colored Egyptian cotton sheets.
Wanda ran her fingers through her hair and held them there, showing her amazing strength as a rider. When James felt her pussy start to grab and release around him, he began to pump upwards to help her reach her climax. She shuddered and screamed, collapsing on top his chest.
“I should have told you, no moving either,” Wanda said with a smile once she caught her breath.
“Are you really complaining?” James asked.
Leaning up, she reached his lips, pressing against th
em with her own.
“No, not at all,” she said and looked into his eyes.
His name was James Austin and Wanda was in love with him.
Inspired by Thurgood Marshall, James Austin decided to dedicate his life to practicing law. He felt the law was his chance to work for what he believed in and considered to be right. After passing the bar, James took a job in Los Angeles as a deputy city attorney in the criminal division. Two years later, James entered private practice; he opened his own firm, only to return to the Los Angeles County District Attorney's office.
Five years later, James returned to private practice; opening The Austin Law Firm, which has grown to have regional offices located in twenty states. He had been working out of his New York office for the last two years, focusing his attention on international law; advising and in some cases, representing clients in court.