Free Motown Showdown by K.S. Adkins Page A

voice.
    “For your own good,” I give right back. “The last thing you needed was another distraction. I would have been that for you. Face it, you’re the king of distraction. I would know, I fucking witnessed it. If it had legs and a reproductive system, it was fair game. There were three attempts on your life while you were behind closed doors. Like I said, you had enough distractions . Showing my face wouldn’t have helped.”
    “The house is ready,” Kandace calls from the door. Looking over and nodding, I decided this chat was over. Helping me up he says nothing and really what was there to say? Six years I kept an eye on him and in that time his list of women he hit and quit was notable.
    It also hurt like a bitch knowing it was never me.
    Every fucking time he closed that door, and I knew another woman was behind it…killed me.
    What was worse was he knew I was there, and he did it anyway.
     

“Quit calling me that! That’s not my name!”
    Pounding into her, it took everything I had to stay hard. The voice wasn’t right. It was too high, like nails on a chalkboard. Ordering her to say Camo’s name was futile because the bitch couldn’t get it right. Then she started with the questions… So I put her on her knees hoping to finish and kick her out. The more I grunt Camo’s name the closer I got. Closing my eyes, I call on her voice to finish me, but the female is still yelling at me. Pulling out, I look down disgusted with myself.
    Wrong woman.
    “Get out,” I tell her while zipping up.
    “You’re an asshole!” she screams. “A horrible fuck, too!”
    I wasn’t a horrible fuck; I just wasn’t properly motivated.
     
    We’ve been playing house for three days now. She’s made no effort to get to know me, or I her.
    From day one I wanted her to step forward, make that first move but she never did. Those women meant shit to me, a way to pass the time and hopefully make her jealous. Clearly it worked, and I was ashamed of my role in it.
    I hurt her, I know that I did, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
    But I figured if she really wanted me she’d say so, she didn’t so, I wanted to hurt her back. I was an asshole . Instead, I caused damage never knowing she stayed back to protect me. Now when she’s not sleeping, she’s on the wire, checking leads, calling in markers, talking with Bobo and even that fucker Digger.
    I wanted to kill that bastard.
    Here I’ve got her to myself and I had shit to say outside of making her food (which I liked), helping her shower (which I really fucking liked) and watching her work (I did not like) because she worked non-stop. Kandace and Rome were next door so I ran back and forth constantly for help. What meds did I give her? How long should she sleep? Should she be doing stairs? Because she was doing stairs much to my disapproval because, she was bored . The woman was fucking bored of all things when I was right here. Now she’s cleaning her rifle, and I could tell she enjoyed that but I wasn’t because it didn’t include me.
    I told Rome my dilemma and the guy had good advice. I never wanted to like the prick, but it was hard not to. “Honesty is the mother of all fuckers. Women love it even if they hate hearing it. Camo is nothing but honest, take a play from her book.”
    I decided that I would.
    “You ready for that shower?” I ask her. For a woman with olive skin, she blushed with the best of them.
    “Yeah, why not,” she says setting her kit down. “I think I’ve got it,” she says brushing past me.
    “You still get dizzy,” I point out needing to be present for that shower. “Safety first.”
    Staring me down, she squares her dainty shoulders and starts to undress. Everything in me starts to quicken. My breath, my pulse, my fucking heart. Right on cue, my dick swells, and I do my best to ignore it. Helping with her sports bra I want to groan and thank God at the same time. That fucking cotton mashes her tits down thereby hiding the bounty