You're the One I Want

by Shane Allison

  “Think what you want, Deanthony, but I love your brother. I don’t care about his money. He could be dirt-poor and I would still love him.”

  “Uh-huh, I’ve heard that shit before.”

  “You should be happy for him,” Bree said.

  “Go ’head, marry him. Once you see what a limp-dick, wet noodle he is, my door is always open. I’ll have you speaking in tongues when I’m done,” I said, tracing my finger along her cleavage.

  “Get off me,” Bree protested, slapping my hand away.

  “What’s going on in here?” Kashawn asked. He entered his old bedroom.

  “Hey, baby,” Bree said, kissing her pussy-whipped husband-to-be. “I was just admiring your old room.”

  “Yeah, I like to come in here sometimes when I come over.” Kashawn cut a look at me that could have slit my throat if it were a razor.

  “Look, this is so cute.” Bree picked up one of the Star Wars Ewok figures from the dresser.

  “Baby, be careful with that,” Kashawn said, gently taking the plastic toy out of her hand.

  Once a nerd, always a damn nerd, I thought.

  “D, Ma needs your help with something in the kitchen.”

  “I’ll leave you two alone then. Just make sure you lock the door this time, bro. You don’t want Ma to catch you jacking off in here like she did that time.”

  “Man, shut up, damn. Go see what Mama wants.”

  I gave Bree one last look-over with these baby-browns, knowing I would have a piece of her sooner or later just as soon as she got tired of playing doting housewife. Patience was mine and, before long, I knew Bree would be, too.

  10

  KASHAWN

  “Bree!” I hollered, slamming the door behind me hard enough it damn near shook the house to its core. Blood had soaked through the bandana I had wrapped around my hand. “Bree, where are you, woman?” There were two glasses of Vodka sitting on the coffee table. I picked both up and finished them off.

  I stumbled upstairs, drunk off my ass. “Bree, do you hear me calling you?” When I got upstairs, she was in bed with her back turned to me. I walked over to her side of the bed. “Baby, you awake?”

  She was faking, but I knew just the thing to wake her up. I stood over her and started to undo the buckle of my belt. I thought she would open her eyes once she heard the clang of metal, but, no, she still wanted to pull this pretending-to-be-asleep shit.

  “Why did you leave the party? Ma was asking about you. We cut the cake and everything.” I unbuttoned the clasp of my jeans, unzipped them, and gently eased my dick out of my underwear. “No answer, huh?”

  I started to wave my dick in her face. I grazed her plump lips with the tip of my dick head. Bree eased her eyes open, shocked to the sight of my dick in front of her.

  “How about a birthday blow job,” I said, laughing.

  She slid away in disgust like I was dangling a pair of my dirty drawers in her face.

  “You’re drunk,” she said.

  “No shit. How did you guess? Come on. How about that blow job? I still have thirty-two minutes left before my birthday is officially over.”

  “Get that thing out of my face. What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”

  “I’m adopted,” I told her as I struggled to keep my balance.

  “Adopted? Baby, what are you talking about? What happened to your hand?”

  “I just found out that the man I thought was my father, really wasn’t, that’s all.” I stumbled into the bathroom where I fell into the bathtub, taking the shower curtain with me.

  Bree stood in the entrance of the bathroom, wearing a white negligée. I swear she looked like an angel as the thick flaxen weave framed her face. Damn, my baby looked good.

  “Who told you this, your mama?”

  “No, my fucking loser of a brother, but Mama confirmed it.”

  “Not even a day, and already he’s starting shit. Here, let me look at your hand.”

  I felt Bree unfurl the bandana from around my hand.

  “It doesn’t seem to be that bad. Just some cuts, that’s all. What did you do to yourself, baby?”

  “Fuck Deanthony.”

  “What did you all fight about?”

  “I was trying to talk to him, find out where the hell he’s been the last three years without so much as a damn phone call.”

  “Do you really think that was a good time to bring it up?” Bree asked as she nursed the cuts on my hand with a washcloth.

  “So you’re taking my brother’s side now?”

  “Kashawn, I’m not taking anyone’s side. I’m just saying that I don’t think you all should have been fighting at your mama’s house like that, and, secondly, it’s your birthday.”

  “I feel like my whole life is a lie.”

  “Does it really matter? Edrick still loved you like you were his own son.” Bree retrieved a bottle of rubbing alcohol out of the medicine cabinet.

  “It matters to me. I’m a doctor. I thought I was a Parker, but I really don’t know who I am.”

  “Where was your mom during all of this?”

  “Being consoled by Deanthony. She didn’t say anything, just stood there like the liar she is and cried.”

  “Be still. I’m going to pour a little alcohol on this.”

  The sting was immediate. “Ah, fuck!” I hollered.

  Bree coated the cuts with some Neosporin before she wrapped my hand in a long strip of white gauze. “What did you hit anyway?”

  “That big oak tree in the corner of Ma’s backyard.”

  “Jesus, Kashawn, you could have broken your hand.”

  “I was trying to use it to break Deanthony’s face.”

  “So did he say that he was here to stay?”

  “I don’t know and, right now, I really don’t give a fuck. He’s not my problem.”

  “Well, in the future, you might want to not be punching trees.”

  “I feel like I don’t belong anywhere.”

  “Stop it.” Bree began massaging my chest. “You belong to me. Now get ready for bed.” Bree pulled off my boots and set them neatly in a corner of the bathroom. “Here, lean on me.” We made our way to the bed where she pulled the thick, rose-printed comforter over me. “Do you believe what your uncle told you?”

  “Uncle Ray-Ray has never lied to me. It took Deanthony coming home to get the truth. I mean, why? Why did Mama keep this a secret from me for so many years?”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I really don’t know at this point. I don’t want to think about it.”

  “Maybe you need something to take your mind off of all that.” I felt Bree’s hand on my dick. “It’s time for me to give you your birthday present.”

  Bree slid her fingers under the straps of her negligée, causing the blush-pink silk to slide from her apple butter-brown breasts. “Let’s see if I can get your mind off the craziness of what happened today.”

  Our lips came together in ravenous kisses. Bree’s skin was as soft as Georgia cotton. Her breasts were like pillows against my chest. My dick rose into a hard salute from its limp position when the lips of her pussy grazed against the head of my dick. She reached behind, taking me gently into her palm, and guided me inside her. My wife felt slick-wet, warm. I held onto her hips as she rode me like a stallion. Damn, the sounds that were coming out of her as her pussy hugged my ten inches.

  “Feels…so good,” she moaned.

  I switched our positions: Bree’s body under me, my dick stretching her walls. Fuck yeah. Bree roped her legs behind the back of my thighs as I plunged my dick in. Sweet, juicy pussy. Bree clawed at my back like the wild minx she was. I threw this dick up in Tangela hard. No. Fuck, I meant Bree. Why was I thinking about Tangela? Suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking of her and that night in the living room, her sin-red lips around my dick, deep-throating. I shut my eyes as Bree fucked me, yet Tangela’s face crept in. I prayed I wouldn’t call her name out while I was fucking Bree. The thoughts wouldn’
t stop, but kept coming, running through my dirty mind. The taste of her pussy, my fingers easing in and out of her.

  “Baby, you okay?” Bree asked.

  “What?”

  “It just feels like you’re not with me right now.”

  “I’m right where I want to be, baby. With you.”

  The visions of Tangela weren’t going to stop, dancing around in my head like dirty sugar plums. I thought if I quickened my thrusts, if I fucked my wife hard enough, then maybe the thoughts of my eating out Tangela would dissipate, but with every hard thrust, the vision of Tangela looking up at me with my dick in her mouth strengthened. It was like there wasn’t anything I could do. I was doing well so far in keeping the name of my wife’s best friend out of my mouth. I felt myself nearing climax, so I pumped harder, faster inside her. I exploded within minutes. We came together in kisses, skin touching sweat-soaked skin.

  “I’m going to take a shower. You can join me if you want,” I said.

  I had plenty of questions that were in need of answers and I was damn sure going to get them.

  11

  TANGELA

  When I pulled in front of Mama Liz’s house, Deanthony’s black Avalanche truck was parked behind her ugly, silver PT Cruiser. I mean, damn, I don’t know anybody black who drives a PT Cruiser. I parked in front of the house so I wouldn’t block anyone in. Judging from the black-and-white tag that was pinned at the rear of the truck, it was a rental. The aroma of ham hocks filled the summer air as I walked toward the front door. I could hear Judge Judy running her mouth from the flat-screen, fifty-inch LG TV that Kashawn bought her last year for Mother’s Day. The TV was so loud, I wouldn’t have been surprised that the whole neighborhood could hear it. Mama Liz came to the screen door, smiling.

  “Tangela, hey, baby. Kashawn and Bree aren’t here.”

  “Oh, I know. I’m actually here to talk to Deanthony about something.”

  “Deanthony!” Mama Liz hollered.

  “Huh?”

  “Get up, boy, you have a visitor.”

  “Who is it?”

  “Why don’t you get your butt out of the bed and find out.”

  Mama Liz cut me a smile like she was some sweet old woman, but everyone in the neighborhood knew she could get real ghetto if she wanted to be.

  “How’s your mama doing, baby?”

  Was she serious? We both knew that she didn’t give two shits about my mama.

  “She’s doing all right. She’s coming home from the hospital on Thursday actually.”

  “I’ve been intending to go see her, but I got sidetracked with Kashawn and Deanthony’s party.”

  Intending to isn’t doing, I thought.

  “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

  “Lord, what’s taking that boy so long? Deanthony!”

  He slowly crept around the corner, scratching his head like he had gone through hell and back. His low-budget ass was dressed to the nines in a white tank top, black, baggy basketball shorts, white socks, and black slippers, looking ghetto but far the fuck from looking fabulous. He squinted his eyes from the bursts of bright light of the afternoon.

  “Is breakfast ready?” he asked, looking slightly disoriented.

  “Boy, it’s one o’clock in the day. I called you half a dozen times to come down for breakfast, but you didn’t come, so me and your uncle went on and ate. I have some cornflakes in there you can eat.”

  I grinned when Mama Liz said that.

  “I’m not your housekeeper and this ain’t no bed and breakfast.”

  “Okay, Ma, dang,” Deanthony said, acting like Mama Liz was like a gnat buzzing around his ear. He deserved the scolding he got after that shit he’d pulled with Bree.

  “Don’t okay me. I better not go back there and find that room in a mess, either.”

  Deanthony rubbed sleep out of his eyes as he stepped out onto the porch. “What up, shorty?”

  “Let’s go out here to my car and talk.” When we got out to my ride, I lit into Deanthony’s black ass. “D, what the fuck was that shit you pulled on Saturday?”

  “Fuck are you talking about?”

  “Don’t play dumb. Calling Bree, telling her that the reason you came back was for her.”

  “I had to make it look good. I am an actor after all.”

  “Should I be concerned?”

  “About what?”

  “I don’t want you fucking this up. You need to stick with the plan. I didn’t work this hard so you could throw a monkey wrench into this shit.”

  “That you worked for? You need me more than I need you right now. I was making big things happen in L.A.”

  “You mean selling your dick in West Hollywood for money? Those kind of big things?”

  “Bitch, keep your voice down, damn.”

  “ ’Cause of that dumb-ass stunt you pulled on Saturday, Bree might tell Kashawn about your little crank phone call. Even worse, she might come clean about everything.”

  “She’s not going to say shit.”

  “Oh, so just because you fucked her, you know what she will and won’t do?”

  “You know what? You need to watch your tone with me, Tangela.”

  “Oh, really? Well, why you don’t tell it to somebody who gives a fuck. Deanthony, I’m telling you, if you mess this up, I will make sure Mama Liz, Kashawn, and Bree see the big things you’ve really been doing.”

  Before I could utter another syllable, Deanthony grabbed me by the throat.

  “If I what, huh? If I what? I don’t know who you think you fucking with, girl, but I’m not the nigga to cross. Who the fuck are you, anyway, just some crazy psycho bitch pining after my brother who doesn’t want her.”

  I struggled to snatch his hand away from my throat, but Deanthony was too strong. It was official. This fool had lost his mind, if he ever had one to begin with. “Get your fucking hands off me.” I could barely push the words up from my throat due to the tight hold from Deanthony’s kung-fu grip.

  “Not until you and I come to an understanding that I’m nobody’s whipping boy I’m not some dog that you can kick around when he doesn’t do what you tell it.”

  I felt inside my purse for something I could use against Deanthony. I yanked out my fingernail file and stabbed him in the arm with the only weapon I had against this gorilla of a man.

  “Damn, bitch, are you crazy?”

  He turned me loose. It took everything in me to keep from cutting Deanthony. A man puts his hands on me, I instantly see red. But Mama Liz had her eyes glued to us the whole time and I wasn’t trying to catch a murder case over Deanthony’s ashy-ass.

  “You’re glad I didn’t plunge this in your throat. Don’t you ever put your grimy hands on me again, or someone’s going to the morgue.”

  “I’m fucking bleeding,” Deanthony said.

  “Shut the fuck up; it’s just a flesh wound. You’ll live.”

  Mama Liz stepped onto the porch. “D, what’s going on out here?”

  I eased my nail file back into my purse. “Nothing, Ma, we’re just talking.”

  “Well, I heard you yelling out here. Are you all right?”

  Fucking mama’s boy.

  “Go on back in the house, Ma. I’m fine. Tangela and I are just talking.” Deanthony dabbed at the cut on his arm with the tail end of his tank top.

  Mama Liz did what Deanthony told her, holding her eyes on me. If looks could kill, she would have slit a bitch’s throat.

  “I don’t know who you think you’re messing with. Maybe you got me confused with some low-budget chicken head, but you got the wrong bitch today. I didn’t drive all the way over here on this ghetto-ass side of town to kick up shit with you. I’m trying to make sure we both get what we want. I get your brother and you get to ride off back to La La Land with Bree.”

  “What the fuck makes you think I need you for that? I’ve stolen a long line of honeys from under Kashawn’s nose.”

  “But Bree isn’t just any bitch. This is the woman you’re in
love with.”

  Deanthony laughed like he was crazy.

  “What’s so damn funny?”

  “You trying to sell me on Bree like she’s a damn frozen cup. Again, baby girl, I don’t need you to tell me how I feel.”

  “Just remember our plan and don’t fuck this up for us.”

  “Where’s the tape?”

  “Do you think I would tell you, just like that?”

  “I could just beat it out of you.”

  “And you’ll never get the original.”

  Deanthony looked at me, knowing I had him by the balls.

  “Mama Liz’s doctor told her to take it easy after that mild heart attack she had last summer. I know. I was there when he told her, Kashawn, and Bree about the fragility of her health. It would just break her heart if she found out that her baby was a high-class escort. You know how Mama Liz feels about people like you.”

  “You a low-level cunt bitch, Tangela.”

  “Sticks and stones, baby boy. Just stick with the plan and I’ll give you all the copies and Mama Liz never needs to know about your sexual curricular activities.”

  “And how the fuck do I know that you don’t have copies?”

  “You’re just going to have to trust this low-level cunt bitch.”

  Deanthony gawked at me like he was trying to stare a hole through me. He knew I had his ass between a rock and a hard place with both my hands wrapped firmly around his balls. “So you going to tell me what’s up or do I have to stand here looking at your fat-ass face all day?”

  “You’re going to get Bree to go to dinner with you.”

  “You saw the look on her face at the party when I walked in. She can’t stand the sight of me.”

  “That was just her being a drama queen as usual. Like I told you before you came back to Tallahassee, she still has feelings for you.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I’m only her best friend. She tells me everything.”

  “Like what?”

  “Things aren’t going so well between her and Kashawn. Bree says he’s been stressed out at work. Look, you can’t mention this to Bree, but…”

  “What? Spit it out.”