GOON CANDY | CH. 1

GOON CANDY

A Shamar Phillips Story

Chapter One

STUCK ON CANDY

“You got some good ass dick, Goon. Too bad it still belongs to somebody else.”

“You make it sound like I’m cheating or something.”

“You kinda’ are. One of these days, you gotta let that hurt go and move on with your life before you wake up one day and realize how much shit you let pass you by.”

Goon looked down at Talia, who was resting on his chest after a few rounds of sex. Her fat ass and juicy goodies always made him bust at least twice, but his heart wasn’t in it with her. He was stuck on Candy, his lover girl—the only one to ever make him want to buy a ring and stay inside.

She left Houston to go to school twelve months before Talia fell into his lap, and she hadn’t been heard from since.

For the first couple of months, contact was normal. Candy made sure she called and texted every five minutes to update him on what his money was going toward and to tell him how much she loved him.

Since he was the one who made it possible for her to go to school and travel wherever she wanted without a care in the world, she wanted to keep him in the loop as much as possible.

She also wanted him to move to New York and live the life they had always talked about.

“It ain’t easy to get over somebody when you don’t know what happened to them,” Goon said. “Maybe if I knew why she upped and disappeared, it would be. But… I don’t know. Something still don’t feel right.”

“What don’t feel right, Goon?” Talia scoffed. “A girl like Candy, somebody who got into NYU; she realized she couldn’t have one foot in the game and one foot in the university and decided to do what was best for her. I don’t blame her, and you shouldn’t either.”

She got out of bed and cat-walked toward the bathroom to shower. She was a stripper at Goon’s club, RockSkies, and one of the finest women he had ever seen. Her body was tight and right, her skin was dark and smooth, and her eyes were slanted like a real Egyptian cat.

Even though she stripped, Talia had a good head on her shoulders. She had dreams and goals before she climbed up the pole, but the fast money made her lose sight of that for a while.

Goon told himself that if Candy never came back, he would lock in with Talia and stop wasting her time. He knew she was ready for something more to happen between them; he just couldn’t stop thinking about the life he had with Candy.

“You believe that’s what happened?” He followed her to the bathroom, dick swinging from side to side as he rushed to catch up to her. “You really think she just bucked on me and didn’t say a word?”

“I do.” Talia turned to face him. “Women are like cats. When we get tired of something, we walk away from it. That’s just what it is, babe.”

She touched the spot on his chest where she had laid her head almost every night. There was a scar there from the night they met. A rowdy customer tried to get more than what he paid for from her, and Goon stepped in to whoop the niggas ass and got stabbed in the process.

Ever since that night, Talia knew she wanted to build something special with him. He was tall, fine, rich, and dangerous. But he had a heart of gold, and he loved every person in his life like they were family, including her.

“I’m gonna go to the club tonight,” she said. “I don’t wanna talk about your ex-girlfriend anymore. It’s bad enough I’m playing second best to her.”

“I thought you had the night off.” Goon ignored her statement.

“I do. Me and the girls hanging out tonight since you won’t be home. And don’t worry, I’ll be back before you get here, since I know you hate sleeping alone.”

She tapped the tip of his dick with her stiletto nail, then turned and headed for the shower. When she realized he hadn’t taken a step behind her, she looked over her shoulder and called him with that same finger.

Goon tugged his bottom lip with his gold teeth and gazed at her through his bushy lashes. As busy as his night was, he couldn’t resist a quickie in the shower, not with Talia.

“You know I got shit to do, huh?” he asked as he stepped in behind her.

“I know,” she teased. “Me too.”

Their naked bodies pressed together as the rainfall showerhead poured on Goon’s back. He had a handful of her ass, and she held onto his dick like a baton while they tongued each other down.

The more they kissed, the harder he got, and the harder he got, the more turned on she was. When he was standing at attention with precum glistening the tip of his dick, Talia turned to face the wall and nestled his stiffness in the crack of her fatty, while he fondled her titties and kissed all over her neck. And when the sexual tension rose higher than the steam from the shower, Goon eased himself deep into her snatch and held his position until she let out her first moan.

“I thought you had to be quick,” she hummed, her face pressed against the wall of the shower.

“I am,” he whispered, slowly inching his way out. “I just needed you to know who this pussy belong to.”

The grip her walls had on his shaft was almost as tight as the one he had on her hips. Goon wasn’t in love with Talia, but he damn sure fucked her like he was. And each time he made her cum, the harder she fell for him.

“You know this your pussy,” she whimpered. “All of it. I’ll never give it away to nobody else.”

“Better not,” he warned. “Unless you wanna see me get stupid.”

Goon moved his grip from her hips to her titties, then shifted his pace to a slightly faster speed. His girth had her open, queefing, and screaming his name while cumming all over his shit. She came so hard that her orgasm continued even when he slipped out.

What was supposed to be a quick round of backshots lasted forty-five minutes and a blowjob, and by the time they were done, Goon had nutted in her, on her, and on the floor of the shower. Talia wanted him completely drained before he hit the door so he wasn’t tempted to fuck any of the bitches at the club.

“Who you hanging with tonight?”

He stood in the doorway of his long walk-in closet with a towel around his waist, watching Talia pick through the designer clothes that hung on her side.

She still had her own apartment, but the majority of her time was spent at Goon’s palace. Her girls told her she might as well have moved in with him, but since they weren’t an official couple and he was still waiting for Candy to come home, she kept her own spot just in case.

“Casha. Tiff. Ariel. The same girls I always hang with.”

She turned to see what he was doing while she fidgeted between a pair of Dolce & Gabbana and Prada earrings.

When she saw that he wasn’t dressed yet and his meat was poking through his towel like it wanted to see her again, she quickly turned around to make a final decision on what she wanted to wear.

“What you fina wear?”

“Go get dressed, Nolan!” Talia laughed. “I’m not staying home tonight, so cut it out. You get to go and have fun, so do I.”

Goon laughed before going into the bedroom to get dressed.

The only people who called him Nolan were his mom and Candy—Talia when she was mad at him or wanted him to take her seriously. Sometimes he feared that things were getting too serious between them, and he wanted to pull back. But when he thought about the possibility of Candy never coming home, he wondered if he should lean more into the connection right in front of him.

“What you think?”

She emerged from the closet wearing a blue Dior bodysuit with matching heels. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair was laid like their shower hadn’t fucked up her do. Talia was fine as hell, and being a dancer kept her body in tip-top shape, not to mention that she watched what she ate and made time to hit the gym four days a week.

Goon sometimes struggled to keep his hands off her. Shit, the niggas in the club too. Everything with a dick in Houston wanted a piece of Talia Styles. But she only had eyes for one.

“You fine as hell. Niggas definitely gon’ be looking at you.”

Goon got up from his lounger chair and headed in her direction.

Before he hit the streets every night to handle business, he liked to smoke a fat blunt and have a couple shots of Don Julio. It helped him keep his cool in the dangerous world he lived in.

Talia was always warning him to be careful and hinting at how devastated she would be if anything ever happened to him, but that was his life. She knew that before she started dealing with him.

“Well, I hope the nigga I want looking at me is there tonight,” she replied. “I hate when you out there doing what you do, Goon. But I know that's who you are. Just be careful, okay?”

She went back into the closet to put the finishing touches on her outfit, and Goon came behind her to give her a kiss and a wad of cash before he left for the night.

He was always giving her money and showing her love, even when she didn’t need it. He believed in taking care of what he cared about, and even though his heart was stuck in someone else's hands, he cared about Talia a lot.

“I’ll be careful.” He hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek. “I’m going to the warehouse with Kane. A shipment coming in tonight, so I gotta get the boys ready for the weekend.”

“Kane?” Talia’s lip curled, and her skin crawled every time she heard his name. “You know I don’t like him. I don’t trust his ass at all.”

Goon sucked his teeth. “Don’t start. Me and Kane been boys since we were kids. He ain’t everybody’s cup of tea, but that's my nigga.”

When he released his hug on her, she felt an energy shift that she couldn’t explain. Her being worrisome was always a thing whenever Goon left the house, but that night, something felt different.

“Check in with me. Let me know you made it.” She grabbed his hand before he walked away. “I’m paranoid when I don’t hear from you.”

“I’ll text you when I get there, baby.”

“I’m serious, Nolan. If you don’t text me…”

“I promise I’ma hit you up,” he chuckled. “Now finish getting ready so you can hit the streets with yo’ thugs,” he playfully sang like  Michel’le.

Ironically, Goon felt a wave of emotion when he left that night, too. He didn’t know what was wrong or why he felt like something was going to happen, but the feeling in his gut was so strong that he went back inside to say another goodbye before finally leaving.

Being in the streets was dangerous. He had enemies; he had niggas that wanted his spot. He even had cops on his ass, working night and day to case him up for shit they couldn’t prove.

When it came to the life he lived, it was always something. Whether he was coming or going was a mystery most days, but the one thing he relied on more than anything was his intuition. And that night, it was trying to get his attention like never before.