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Tanner’s Devil © 2009 Sylvia M. Hubbard
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Tanner’s struggling trying to get away from the gritty streets of Detroit she was born and raised on. With a pimp as an ex-boyfriend, who’s constantly trying to get her back in the business and back in his arms, Tanner knows she’s got to better her situation immensely and get out the city all together because Donetello just doesn’t want to let go. Yet, with less than twenty-four hours to raise a large amount of money, Tanner knows she has to either work her ass off literally or give up her dream and return to Donetello’s eagerly waiting arms for security and peace of mind.
Devlin Sanchez has waited his whole life for this one moment. He’s saved himself for only the woman he would be with forever – his wife, but when he catches his bride in the arms of his best man and brother, he’s driven to circumstances that leave him unexpectedly
wanting more of what he should have never had – Tanner.
First and foremost I want to thank all of you for purchasing a copy of my work. Whether paper or electronic, you are supporting a very hard working writer who has dreamed since she was twelve to be a bestselling author. Slowly but surely, as you enjoy yourself reading this work, I hope you see that I deserve the honor.
I would like to explain a little bit about how Tanner’s Devil came to be. I asked some devoted readers to give me a character as a challenge. She presented Tanner. I then asked another, totally different, reader (who was also a writer struggling with a writer’s block) tossed out Devlin (Unfortunately, she was a historical writer and after she sent me “devlin” I reminded her I was a contemporary writer.) She emailed me and said, “You’ll work it out, Sylvia, LOL.” My challenge to both of them was to bring the characters into a contemporary believable story. Hence Tanner’s Devil and two very unforgettable characters that you will love because I fell in love with them as well.
You, the reader, should also note that Tanner’s Devil was a live story. This means that as I was writing this story, my devoted readers had a chance to read the story live. LIVE! That means every day I posted a part – instead of chapters – in the life of Tanner and Devil that my readers had an opportunity to comment on and enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. What you’re reading is, of course, an edited version of the book (some versions edited better than before depending on when you purchased the book, LOL). It was a whirlwind process, but very fun. But the foundation story is still there and not much has been added to the storyline other than I took out Tanner’s brother and I went into a lot more detail about how Tanner handled the situation with Devlin’s mother. Oh yeah, I also added extra scenes between Devlin and Donetello interacting.
In final, I would like to thank each and every reader all over the world that has supported me in my writing endeavor from the beginning. I loved all the threatening emails too that often told me that they were flying to Detroit to hurt me if I didn’t get busy finishing up the story. I want to thank the city of Detroit that has given me a diverse culture and active imagination. I want to thank RSW and Essentially Women for all the support that they have given, Trista Russell and Zane, plus all the other people who have assisted me in getting where I am today. I especially want to thank Wendi @ Red Rose Publishing who believed in me and choose this story to debut me with her wonderful company!
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“Nine thousand!” Pari had cried when Tanner gave her the news about finishing off her education. “Dollars?”
Pari felt terrible for her friend and couldn’t believe nine thousand was keeping her from getting her degree. Nine thousand needed by tomorrow afternoon. Pari was barely making ends meet, and Tanner was so caught up with two internships, working a steady job, going to school to keep her 4.0 G.P.A., and paying bills that were not hers accrued by her now dead crack-addicted mother. Even the little hustle Tanner opted to do every once in a while for the pimp, Donetello, didn’t really make ends meet around Tanner’s life with the cost of school, books and payments she needed to make on everything else.
The pounding on the door in the middle of the night made Pari sprint from her bed barely dressed without checking to see who it was. Her room was closest to the front of their upper two-family apartment on the Westside of Detroit. Sadly, she was use to these knocks in the middle of the night.
“Get out of the fucking way!” a deep voice boomed as he helped someone smaller into the room.
“Lay her on the couch!” Pari ordered and then ran to the back of the flat to knock on her roommate’s door. “Tanner! Tanner! You got a client.”
Several locks clicked before the door opened, and Tanner, a thirty-year-old light coffee-skinned woman with all-seeing eyes came out. Her corn-rolled hair was wrapped in a black silk scarf, and it didn’t look like she had been asleep.
Pari followed Tanner in the front room where a skinny, black crack-head gasped for air. It was a knife wound to the right side. There was thick red blood oozing from the woman’s side and she seemed to have lost a lot of blood because she was very weak.
Pare followed Tanner in the front room where a skinny, black crack-head gasped for air. A knife wound in her right side trickled thick and red blood. Her weakness indicated that she’d lost a lot of blood.
Pari didn’t know much medicinal information, but these knife wounds were familiar to her eyes because they often ended at Tanner’s doorway. Tanner cleaned and dressed the wound with the expertise of an emergency doctor.
She pulled medical supplies out of a large leather bag she usually kept secreted away in the apartment. Most times the supplies were stolen in payment for services rendered. Tanner never questioned how the medical sundries were obtained, but as expensive as some of the supplies, prescribed antibiotics, pills and salves that were given to her, they had to have been gotten through illegal means.
The big man, who brought the woman in, paced back and forth a few feet away from where Tanner worked. When he lit up a cigarette, Tanner barked, “Put that shit out!”
He did, and, when it was all over, Tanner stood and looked at the large, burly man. “Who told you about me?”
“Donetello. He said to bring the bitch here. He lost his cool when the bitch only pulled in about twenty bucks tonight.”
“What the fuck does he expect? It feels like ten below outside!” Tanner sneered.
The man looked past Tanner at the crack-head, who had fallen asleep.
“Will she make it?”
“Yes, but tell your boss she’s out of commission. She probably won’t be working much because the wound needs time to heel and this weather is too dangerous for her to even be outside. The wind chill factor outside feels like five below. I gave her some antibiotics, but if she works for the next couple of days, she’ll tear her stitches.”
“No can do. Donetello’s got a private party tonight, and she’s on the list of entertainment. His other girls are off on other things.”
“Then he shouldn’t have lost his temper,” Tanner spat, wiping the rest of the blood off her hands.
“Donetello said if she’s out of commission, he knows you know someone who can take her place.” The large man winked at Pari, who gasped at the thought of doing what he implied.
“Go in your room, Pari,” Tanner ordered.
Pari protested, “I’m not—”
Tanner turned sharply and screamed, “Go in your mother-fucking room NOW!”
Pari gave her roommate a hurt expression, but understood Tanner knew more about what was really going on than she did, so she enclosed herself in her room, pressing her ear against the door to listen.
Tanner must have known this and ordered the large man to step outside to speak on the steps.
Damn! Tanner, what are you going to do?
A few minutes later, Pari heard a lot of movement as Tanner and the man entered. Another door closed, and then it grew quiet. When Pari’s ear hurt like hell pressed up against the door, she gave up and just went to the front room. There was no one there.
Tanner had left along with the large man and the injured woman on the couch. On the tabletop lay a note from Tanner saying simply: “I’ll be back.”
* * *
Without much time to change, Tanner just found a summer dress, but it was cold and January. In Detroit, outside was no joke in the middle of the night. The long black ankle-length coat and knee-high black boots adequately kept her warm. There had been no snow, but the wind chill could freeze a sistah where she stood.
Jamroque had convinced her on the steps of what should be done. Nina, the whore Tanner had stitched up, was due to be at a motel for some rich cat who had called on the fly in less than thirty minutes. Donetello must have assumed he hadn’t injured Nina seriously. With so much confidence in Tanner’s medicinal skills, he most likely thought she could cover up what his short temper had made him do. Which was why he told Jamroque to just get Tanner to patch Nina up before she was to be shipped over to this john.
“It’s a new bit,” Jamroque explained. “Donetello will send her over there like this if he has to. And it looks like you know him well enough to know I ain’t lying.”
Why did Tanner give in? Because Jamroque looked like if he returned empty handed it was going to kill him to tell that asshole Donetello that Nina wasn’t going to have to work this John.
“Most likely he don’t want nothing but a few licks and a touch. Donetello said he requested and paid well for a clean girl. And right now, Nina’s ‘bout the only clean one he can guarantee ‘cause she just had a baby and a full check-up.”
Jamroque looked uncomfortable at Tanner’s direct question. If Tanner was a whore, then Jamroque could impose that it was none of her business, but he was unfamiliar with dealing with a woman who he had no control over. He needed her and he didn’t like being put in that position. “You know I don’t know Donetello’s accounting shit. All I know is that he’ll be willing to pay nicely if you can find someone who can take Nina’s place.”
Tanner saw the roll of money Jamroque had pulled out from Donetello had given Jamroque, which had been given as an enticement. Donetello knew Tanner wouldn’t be able to resist. Her gut felt like she had swallowed bad milk because all that money was just an enticement from Dontello. He knew Tanner needed some money bad and he knew how he could make her get back into the life of prostitution.
“The john ain’t a regular and he’s checked out real good so all you gotta do is fifteen to thirty minutes tops,” Jamroque said as Tanner agreed to take Nina’s place.
“So why is the john paying so much?”
“Don said he probably got some fetish and shit, but the john said there would be no entry, and if there is, you just make a little extra.”
“S and M?”
“No. The john just said he wants a chick that’s clean and will give him oral. Most likely he wants some weird, freaky oral action.”
Her back was against the wall, and now, as Jamroque finished dropping Nina off at her home, Tanner tried her best not to show her fear as she fingered the roll of money in her pocket. Just this once. Just this once and then that’s it. You’ll pay for school till the end of the term and then you’ll be finished.
The roll in her pocket didn’t come close to the nine thousand she needed by three p.m. tomorrow in the school’s business office, but it was five thousand. Two to stitch up Nina and three to entice. Enough for over half of what she needed. There was no doubt in her mind, Donetello had a nice stash in his pocket as well from this deal.
The other four she needed would have to come from this john unless Donetello was still in a bad mood and would send some more her way by morning, but she doubted it. This was a rare exception, and if he did send anything, it wouldn’t be enough.
Even if she stayed up all night, she knew the most she would get were small things. It was rare she let people know about her medical skills. And she knew if she continued this she had a good chance of not getting her medical degree. Unfortunately, she had to do what she had to do in order to get the money she needed, and Donetello required someone that could fix his girls up without tracing it back to him.
Without another word, Jamroque drove her to the motel on the east side of Detroit and passed her a cell phone. “He’s in room two-forty. I’ll be out here waiting. That asshole tries something you don’t like just chirp me and I’m coming in.”
And probably not in a good mood. Tanner pulled down the mirror to look into her slanted chocolate-brown eyes. Long light brown lashes that matched her almost red-brown hair and coloring made her soft, almond-colored skin attractive.
She knew she didn’t break mirrors and was often complimented when she decided to comb her hair, but of late she could care less about her appearance.
Reaching in her coat pocket, she pulled out eyeliner. After applying some, she found gloss to bring out the sensual thickness of her lips and then popped a breath mint in her mouth. Hopefully the bath she’d taken before going to bed would be enough to suffice.
Jamroque also handed her some condoms and winked at her for luck after telling her the room number.
She snatched the condoms away and got out of the car.
Tanner walked up the stairs to the room two-forty. The door opened. The creepy squeal of it increased the bad feeling in her stomach. The light in the bathroom and a candle on the table by the bed lit the room.
“Put your coat on the chair,” a deep voice ordered from behind her as soon as she closed the door.
Gasping, she turned and glared up at the man, but found she had to careen her head way up. SEVEN FUCKING FEET?
No, not exactly! He had to be a good six and a half, though, because her spine killed her to look up that high. He was big like a linebacker with light skin and wore a cap, so she couldn’t determine if he was white with a tan or a black guy that was really light-skinned. He had medium dark pink lips and a slightly pinched nose, but even these features made it difficult to determine his race with that damn black cap on his head.
He wore a black wife beater and tight blue jeans that definitely showed he didn’t miss one hour of weight training. His biceps looked about as thick as her thigh, and Tanner gulped as she wanted to desperately push the chirp button on the phone, which she clutched in her coat pocket.
Play it cool, dummy! She ordered herself.
At five feet three, Tanner was usually never attracted to men over six feet, but this big-ass man was…awesome? Could she really say that?
“Why are you hiding behind the door?” she questioned.
“I told him I wanted a woman who didn’t ask any questions,” the man said sharply, locking the hotel door.
She took off her coat, but kept the cell phone and condoms in her hand behind her.
He moved up to her with a suspicious look in his eyes. She couldn’t tell the color of them, because of the cap, but they were well defined.
Her neck hurt from looking up at him. This man’s shoulder width was twice the size of her full frame. Did he eat iron for breakfast? Stepping back, she gasped as he stepped up to her again, increasing his closeness this time and making her very uncomfortable.
So consumed with looking in his face, she flinched nervously as his hands came to her waist. Tanner didn’t move much less breathe as he felt the front, back, and sides of her. This was no caress; he was frisking her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confused, feeling the strangest tingles move up her legs, and an arousing sensation tickle her below her belly.
He had knelt to inspect both thighs. Her question made him stop what he was doing, leaving his large hand high on her right thigh in the front and back. “What did I tell you about talking?”
Tanner bit the sarcastic remark back and just waited while he moved to the other thigh all the way down to her ankle and then stood back up–closer.
This time Tanner didn’t bother to look up in his face and she wasn’t about to step back because she had a feeling he wanted to make her feel uncomfortable.
“Take off your clothes.”
Would that mean this cornbread-fed giant would take off his too? And if he did, would he look just as magnificent without his clothes as he did with them?
Using this opportunity to move away from him and catch her breath, she walked over to the bed to place the cell phone and condoms there. He hadn’t followed her, and Tanner looked down at the candle to gather her thoughts. He’s just some weird perve john, probably from the boondocks of Michigan, trying to get a taste of city life before he goes back to Pinkie, Michigan.
That had been a running joke when she had been out in the life doing this all the time. Pinkie, Michigan was actually nowhere, but it was a terminology used occasionally to say that since Michigan was shaped by a glove this was where this john was from–where no one black in their right mind would be, so they came down here to Detroit to taste life by requesting a black girl to their room.
Concentrating on the candlelight, she pushed off the peach summer dress over her boots along with her underwear and kicked them off.
She started to unzip her boots, but he barked, “Leave ‘em.”
His hands came behind her and firmly gripped her waist. “Lay on the bed on your stomach,” he ordered.
She did as she was told and forced her rapidly beating heart to relax.
Usually she wasn’t so jumpy, and sex had never really been like, ‘oh yeah, say my name.’ She had personal lovers–Donetello being one of her past lovers, but Tanner had always done it just for the money or what she could get out of it.
Knowing she could get her own without a man by becoming a nurse practitioner, she’d decided to do just that. In four years, she’d scored high on her M-CATS and was now hours away from completing Wayne State Medical School to finish off her education. Her prior medical knowledge from her mother, Sissy, had given her a lot of things too.
Sissy Tanner was a street doctor. She’d read the medical books and was not only making her money running the streets, but fixing up whores and hustlers who couldn’t leave a paper trail.
She even gave birth to Tanner at home and took her to the hospital after it was all over–three years later. Sissy had never given Tanner a real name and most people called her Sissy’s daughter, so, when faced with actually naming her daughter, Sissy told the hospital to name the child Tanner Tanner. It was a stupid joke on Tanner, but she dealt with it.
Tanner was a quick learner, though. Sissy only liked to say things once. On top of that, Sissy taught Tanner everything she knew. Sissy hated hospitals and she knew there would be times when she would need medical attention.
Tanner wanted to change her path in life. Knowing that her mother, grandmother, and even great-grandmother had come from medicinal knowledge without a degree made her want to go legit. She wanted to get her nurse-practitioner degree and really help people without the worry of authorities taking it all away.
So sacrificing one night to a stranger to get where she wanted to be would be well worth it. It wasn’t as if this was Tanner’s first time. Her mother had been a whore when she wasn’t pulling enough money in, and Tanner had followed in her footsteps by the time she was twelve and fully developed. But at thirty, and to Donetello’s disappointment—who also use to be her pimp—Tanner had gotten out of whoring.
Going through and getting certified medically was Tanner’s dream and tonight she was only four thousand dollars away from it. Now she would just see how much she could get out of this weirdo and never have to step foot in the arena of selling her body ever again.
The most arousing scent hit her nose, and Tanner only needed her peripheral vision to see he was standing behind her about a foot from the bed, removing his clothes.
Knowing she was splayed open for him, freshly cut and washed from her evening’s bath, Tanner’s body became aroused. Something her body had not done in a very long while to the scent of a man. Why should this simple john do this, and how the hell had he managed to smell like dark roasted hazelnuts and sweet mangoes. Was it cologne? It had to be. This couldn’t be his natural scent.
She was strangely tempted to turn around and bury her face in his groin just to find out. Her mouth salivated at the thought of knowing he was paying for her to taste.
Concentrate dummy! This is just a job!
“Entry is extra,” she said abruptly, keeping her eyes straight and not looking at him.
“Are you trying to read my mind?”
Why did that sound like a wicked thing to do? Licking her lips, she said, “Did I?”
He sighed as if bored. “How much?”
“Five hundred.” She had deliberately called off a high figure. This usually deterred a guy.
After a second, she thought for sure he was going to forgo it until he dropped five bills on the bed.
“Anything else so we can get this talking shit out the way?”
What is his aversion to a woman’s voice? she wondered. “That depends on what you desire, mistah. You’ve already paid for touching, licking and normal entry. If you’re paying, we’re playing.”
There was no sound behind her, and Tanner strained to hear where he was. Suddenly his warm hands gripped her thighs and moved slowly up her butt over her back and to her shoulders.
She hadn’t even felt his big body get on the bed. It was like he was frisking her again, but he was taking his time as he moved back down her body before coming back up to her shoulders. This time she felt his body lie on top of hers and Tanner forced herself to take long deep breaths to not become affected by his touch.
“How much will it cost to get your silence? I don’t want a peep, moan, or whimper.” His fingers entwined aggressively in her hair, unloosing it from her braided ponytail she had just swept it in.
Yes, he was angry about something, but not angry enough to hurt her–just enough to make her apprehensive. Tanner closed her eyes to concentrate.
“Two thousand,” she said in an unsteady breath. He was affecting her in more ways than physically. There was just something about him that she couldn’t explain.
He moved away slightly, and Tanner saw about two grand get tossed on the pile at the corner of the bed. “Is that enough?” he asked, coming back to lie on top of her and speaking right by her ear. His breath made the hair on her nape stand up and goose bumps come to her arms.
She only nodded, and he chuckled sensuously.
Tanner felt him move away again not believing how he carefully made sure his weight didn’t bother her. Was he used to women being afraid of his size?
“Turn over,” he ordered.
She obeyed and gasped as there was no denying his nakedness nor that she could safely say this man had not one inch of fat on his entire body.
Her gaze traveled down his body, visually caressing the tightness of his frame. His manhood had yet to rise, but flaccid she guessed it was eight now and would grow to three more magnificent inches when hardened. He was cut and naturally darkened from base to tip.
He still had yet to take off the cap, and she almost reached up to knock it off just so she could get a good look at him. Quelling this urge, she told herself that this was his dime and his opportunity to be curious, not hers. Keep your eyes on the prize, Tanner.
This gorgeous man seemed furious, yet his touch was gentle as he palmed her neck and then descended to her breast. There was a look of pain and hurt on his face, but as the nipple hardened from his ministration, he seemed in awe of it. He quickly hid his wonderment as if he didn’t want her to know his emotions.
He moved to the side, and with one palm, stroked down her belly, but stopped at the soft hairs covering her pubis. With a delicate touch, sShe watched as he weaved his fingers studying the hairs parting between his fingers with a delicate touch. He seemed to marvel at the feel of it, and, with his other hand, he parted her thighs wider.
Tanner closed her eyes to stop herself from becoming enthralled by him. Pushing her emotional wall down again, she tried not to care what he did.
His fingers slid down over her clitoris and spread her feminine lips to rest in the softness of her womanhood. She winced as he inserted a finger inside her mild moistness. Immediately, he removed his hand.
Opening her eyes, she saw him frown down at her. Frowning back, she wondered why he was suddenly peeved at her when she was obeying him by just lying there and not saying a thing.
He placed his finger back inside her, and she winced once again. She’d become even drier than before.
“Do you require lubricant?” he suddenly asked.
Tanner blushed at his consideration, and he chuckled as her wetness surrounded his finger. Tanner crimsoned two shades of dark red all over her light-coffee skin, but was glad he might be able to see just a little flush on her face nothing else. Yet he seemed so aware of her body that she was sure he’d immediately picked up on how his words had affected her.
A bravura smile came to his lips to prove her point and took her breath away. “I do prefer when your body talks, woman.”
She suppressed a giggle and rolled her eyes heavenwards as his finger moved deeper inside her, making her even more aroused.
He began to increase his stroke, but Tanner knew her stimulation would go away if he went too quickly, so she reached down and slowed his movements and grinded her hips against his hand to demonstrate how to properly arouse her. He was a fast learner–too fast–and concentrated on watching her body movements to determine how tender, fast or hard he should go. When she moved his hand to manipulate her clitoris, it was so hard not to scream in ecstasy as he learned how to manipulate her body and bring her to orgasm.
She thrashed and arched so hard her toes numbed, but it was all worth it; Tanner hadn’t climaxed like that in so long that her body convulsed even afterwards in shock. Blissful tears streamed from her eyes as she almost chewed her bottom lip raw, trying not to make any noise during the earth-shattering pinnacle.
When she was able to think straight again, she looked at him. He still watched her curiously.
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