Diamond (G Street Chronicles Presents The Love, Lies & Lust Series)

by Mz. Robinson

  Gator had treated me to trips to some of the most beautiful and exotic lands in the world. From the beaches of Punta Cana, to the Swiss Alps, and even the crystal blue waters of the Maldives, since we’d been together, he’d whisked me away to paradises many only get the chance to read about. Still, there was no place closer to my heart than Huntsville, Alabama. I loved the clean streets, beautiful green landscape, and quiet atmosphere. My husband also appreciated those things about our fair city, as well as the fact that people often misinterpreted Southern charm and hospitality as a weakness; that often gave him an upper hand in the streets.

  I stared out the window at AJ, Gator’s driver, who was standing by Gator’s SUV, holding a large black and white golf umbrella. I laughed, thinking to myself that he resembled Fonzworth Bentley, only with stacks of rippled chocolate muscle and a whole lot more intimidating than the musician and Puffy’s valet.

  AJ had become Gator’s chauffeur a little over nine months ago, after a chance meeting at a local restaurant. When Gator and I were preparing to leave the restaurant one afternoon, we heard AJ speaking to the manager about an application he’d submitted for employment. I’ll never forget the desperation in his voice as he explained that he was looking for a job and was willing to do whatever was necessary to earn a paycheck. The perky blonde he was pleading his case to smiled and told him she’d call if anything came up, but I could tell from the painted grin on the woman’s face that she had no intention of calling him; she was only willing to keep his application on file because she was legally required to do so. AJ politely thanked her and exited the restaurant with his head hanging low.

  The sad scene immediately grabbed Gator’s attention. He followed AJ outside, then stopped him in the parking lot. It wasn’t until the three of us were up close and personal that I realized I knew the man; the two of us had grown up in the same neighborhood. Without even knowing that, Gator had already made his mind up that he was going to offer the man some assistance.

  “Thanks, but I don’t take handouts,” AJ said respectfully, turning down the bills Gator had attempted to give him. “I need a job so I can handle my own.”

  “What skills do you have?” Gator inquired.

  “I worked at the carwash over on Pulaski Pike for about two years, till I caught a case and did a three-year bid. The real fucked-up part is that I took a fall for my family, and now they don’t want shit to do with me. Man, I’m just trying to do the right thing out here. I just wanna eat, but doors keep gettin’ slammed in my face.”

  The two of them went back and forth for a few minutes, until Gator gave AJ his business card and told him to call him.

  AJ started out detailing our vehicles and the vehicles of Gator’s employees, and Gator then began asking him to drive him here or there. He proved himself worthy over time, and he’d been Gator’s on-call driver ever since.

  “Go ahead, baby,” Gator instructed. “I need to give the pilot some instructions.”

  “Okay, boo,” I said, then stood and stretched. I grabbed my handbag and waited for the door to the plane to open.

  Once the doors opened, AJ assisted me down the metal stairs with one hand while shielding me from the rain with the umbrella. “Welcome home,” he said politely.

  “Thank you, AJ,” I said, holding on to his arm.

  He escorted me to the car, under the shelter of his big umbrella. Once I was safely inside, he went to retrieve my luggage.

  I settled against the leather seat and relaxed, then kicked off my heels. If Gator was going to go through with our party, which I knew he would, I wanted to change the color of my nails and also find me something cute and sexy to wear.

  The car door opened, jerking me from my daydream.

  “Everything all right?” I asked Gator as he climbed in.

  “Everything is perfect,” he said. He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his body. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

  “You just did,” I said, smiling. I laid my head on his chest and looked out the window.

  “What do you say we order in tonight?” Gator suggested. “How’s lobster sound?”

  “I’d like that.”

  “All right. Caviar for an appetizer,” he continued, stroking my hair, “and you for dessert.”

  “Mmm. Now you’re talking,” I said sensually.

  “Who knows?” he whispered in my ear. “Tonight may finally be the night.”

  I knew instantly, without further explanation, exactly what Gator meant. Without actually saying it, he’d made it clear that he was hoping it would be the night we’d conceive our first child. “Maybe it will,” I said.

  “I don’t mean to sound overzealous, but I’m ready,” he said, “if not a little concerned.”

  “I know, baby,” I said, sitting upright. “We’ve only been trying for a few months though. It takes some people years.” I stroked his cheek softly with my fingertips. “It’ll happen. I promise.”

  “I know it will,” he said. “I’m just not a patient man.”

  I pressed my lips against his, giving him a tender kiss and hoping to remove the doubt I saw in his eyes and heard in his voice.

  We took the rest of the ride in silence, holding hands. AJ pulled up to the iron gate that protected our property, entered the code on the keypad, then pulled through when it creaked open.

  In honor of our one-year anniversary, Gator had sold his bachelor pad and purchased the beautiful multi-level brick home we now shared. Our new home was located just outside the city, situated on seven acres of plush, green lawns, surrounded by an abundance of fully developed oak trees. Behind our property, just over the privacy fence, sat a quiet, fairly new development called Hidden Creek. I liked having my privacy and being able to walk around my lawn without having to worry about nosy neighbors on either side of me, but I also liked the security of knowing that others were only five minutes away. AJ shifted into park, then climbed out before coming around to open the car door for me.

  “Home sweet home,” I chanted, walking to the front door. I entered the foyer of our home and inhaled, taking in the fresh, clean scent of Pine-Sol, an indication that our maid, Vanessa, had been by and was on her job. I loved every inch of our 4,900-square-foot home, but keeping it clean was a task. I was just thankful Gator did not expect me to maintain the place on my own.

  “I have to make a few phone calls,” Gator advised. He stepped past me, then set my luggage down on the marble floor. “You wanna go up and take a nap until dinner?”

  “I’m good. I slept on the plane,” I said. “I think I’m gonna go get a mani-pedi. Plus, I need to look for a dress for tomorrow.”

  “You going with Venetta?” Gator questioned.

  “Not today,” I said. “I think I want some me time alone.”

  “Do we need to talk about what happened?” he asked. There was an instantaneous change in his demeanor, and he suddenly looked concerned.

  “What do you mean?”

  “With Lisette and…well, all that you witnessed.”

  It suddenly occurred to me that he was referring to the incident at the boathouse. Death wasn’t something I was accustomed to, but considering the victim and the reason behind it, I hadn’t taken the time to give the incident much thought. “No, I’m fine,” I said, showing no remorse.

  Gator frowned slightly.

  “What?”

  “I’m just…concerned.”

  “Don’t be,” I reassured him. “I’m fine. Trust me.”

  “I’ll have AJ bring the car back around,” he said. “He’ll drive you.”

  “Baby, it’s fine. I can drive myself,” I said, knowing he’d never allow it.

  “Until I’m confident that everything from the island is clear, I’d prefer that AJ accompany you. Once Jonah lets me know we’re good, you can do as you please. Until then, AJ will take you wherever you need to go.”

  “Okay,” I said; there was no point in arguing with him.

  “Great,”
he said, then kissed me softly on the cheek.

  * * * * *

  AJ maneuvered through the slick streets, heading toward Bridge Street Town Centre, the place to go for upscale shopping, some of the city’s finest dining, and the home of the Monaco Picture Studio. I normally did the majority of my shopping online or when I traveled, but whenever I spent money in my hometown, Bridge Street was where I laid it down.

  AJ merged into the right lane, bypassing our destination and taking the Highway 233 exit.

  “You missed our turn,” I advised him.

  He flashed his eyes up at me through the rearview mirror, then focused back on the road again. “I need to make a stop,” he said flatly. “Is that okay?”

  “It’s fine,” I said.

  I watched as he took the Oakwood Road exit, then made an immediate right turn onto Rideout Drive before making a left into Willow Pointe, a small, secluded condominium community. AJ pulled directly to the back of the complex, then parked the car behind the brick building with a gold “6601” screwed into the side. He killed the engine, then climbed out of the driver side.

  I watched the rain as it rolled down the windshield like a blurry curtain, obstructing the view from the outside.

  A few seconds later, the left passenger door swung open, and AJ climbed into the car next to me. He stared at me with cold, dark eyes, a look I was all too familiar with and an indication that there was trouble to follow. He grabbed me before I could utter a sound, and in less than a second, he had my legs spread and my back pushed up against the car door. His weight bore down on me as he grabbed and squeezed my breast with one hand while pushing my panties aside with another. His full lips covered mine, muffling my objections as he saturated me with sloppy kisses. I felt a slight resistance and then cool air as he ripped my lace thong apart at the seams. He pulled back, staring at me with thirst and hunger swimming in his gaze. “You know how long I’ve been waiting to do this?” he asked roughly. He pushed his index finger inside me, making me jump slightly from the impact.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “One week and five days, since the last time.” I cupped his warm, round face in my hands, then kissed him feverishly, forcing my tongue between his lips and claiming what was waiting for me. I fumbled with the belt of AJ’s pants until the material finally hung open, revealing a large bulge pushing against his boxer briefs. AJ had the biggest dick I’d ever seen in my life, one of the best I’d ever felt. I tugged at the waist of his briefs, then pulled them down and freed the beast that was held captive behind the elastic band. I closed my eyes and elevated my hips as he positioned himself between my legs and penetrated my wetness with so much force he caused my shoulder to slam against the edge of the door.

  * * * * *

  I knew the game I was playing with AJ was a deadly one, but I couldn’t possibly resist. The man brought me to multiple orgasms, and we shared an undeniable chemistry. Not only had we come up in the same neighborhood, but AJ, Alvin Staten Jr. to Uncle Sam, was an old friend. After we ran into him, I told Gator I knew him and that the two of us had once traveled in the same social circles. Of course I conveniently left out the fact that we’d hooked up a few times. I’d always been a firm believer that it wasn’t necessary for a woman to know all her husband’s previous conquests, nor was it necessary for him to know all hers. Besides, I felt there was nothing to tell; quite frankly, other than mind-blowing sex, I had no intention of anything serious developing between me and AJ.

  The affair had started out as innocent flirting. While waiting for Gator, he’d always make a few slick comments: “You’re working that dress, Mrs. Douglass,” or, “What’s a man to do with all that woman?” AJ’s come-ons were lame, but I was turned on by the fact that he was bold enough to make them in the first place, and he always gave me some much-needed attention. Not to mention, the man was solid chocolate, a build that was obviously the reward of years of working out.

  One day, Gator assigned him to accompany me on a shopping excursion to Atlanta. That time alone was all the two of us needed. As soon as we hit the Georgia state line, we found a rest stop and were all over each other, and we’d been stealing moments together ever since.

  After AJ and I completed our sexual tryst, our sexy-ass chauffer drove me to Divaz for my mani-pedi and to cover my tracks and back up the story I’d told Gator earlier.

  Back at home again, I entered my home and found Gator in the family room on his cell phone, immersed in heavy conversation. I was grateful his attention was elsewhere, as it allowed me to slip upstairs to our master bathroom, practically unnoticed. I quickly undressed then ran my bath water. Five minutes later, I eased myself down into our Jacuzzi tub and enjoyed the warm bubbles as I patted my skin gently with a soft sponge. I’d forgotten all about Gator’s “dessert” comment and his plans for the two of us until he stepped through the bathroom door.

  “Am I interrupting?” he questioned.

  “Of course not,” I said, smiling.

  I watched as he stepped across the bathroom floor, removing his suit jacket along the way. He laid the jacket on the marble countertop in between the his and hers vanities, then stepped over to the tub and sat down on the edge. “Want me to wash your back?” he asked.

  I wanted to say, “Hell no!” I wanted to continue washing off the scent of sex with AJ in private, but I knew asking for privacy would set Gator’s radar in motion. “Sure baby,” I said, handing him the sponge. I sat up in the tub, allowing him room to reach my back.

  “How was your trip out?” he asked.

  “Good,” I said. “It was wet though,” I said, secretly laughing inside at the double-meaning. “It’s like a monsoon out there.”

  “Perfect lovemaking weather, if you ask me,” he commented. Gator rubbed and massaged my back with the sponge in slow, circular motions, then worked his way to my breast.

  “That it is,” I agreed.

  “Maybe we can have dinner on the terrace tonight,” he suggested. “Candlelight and the moon will be nice, and afterward, we’ll enjoy dessert…in bed.” He slid the sponge down my stomach and into the water, then finally in between my legs.

  “Mmm. I’d love that,” I said, faking a yawn. “Sounds good, baby.” I yawned again for dramatic effect.

  “You tired, love?”

  “I am,” I lied.

  “Why don’t you climb out and lie down for a couple hours,” he suggested. “I’ll wake you when dinner arrives.” He placed the sponge on the corner of the tub, then rose to his feet. I watched as he retrieved a towel from the linen closet and walked back over to the tub. “Here ya go,” he said, holding the towel open for me.

  I stood and gently stepped out onto the tile floor, allowing Gator to wrap the plush towel around me. “Thank you,” I said. “You take such good care of me.”

  “It’s my job,” he said, “and my pleasure.” He stared at me with s soul-quivering stare in his eyes, gently stroking my collarbone. “What happened here?” he asked, touching a spot on the back of my shoulder that was slightly tender.

  “I-I don’t know,” I said, hurrying over to the mirror. I turned to the side, staring at the reddish-black bruise. “I didn’t even notice it.” Flashbacks of AJ fucking me in the back seat of Gator’s vehicle replayed in my head. “No clue at all.”

  “Maybe it’s left over from Lisette,” Gator suggested.

  “You’re right.” I sighed, looking at him. “She was one crazy, psycho bitch.”

  “Don’t speak ill of the dead, sweetheart,” Gator said sharply, “especially those you help to get rid of.”

  I laughed lightly, then yawned again.

  “Lie down and get comfortable. I’ll be back.” He kissed my forehead, then exited the bathroom, leaving me alone.

  I finished towel-drying my body, then climbed up on my king-sized bed and slipped under the covers. I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep. After a few moments passed, my body finally obeyed.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning, Gator woke m
e up with a gentle tap on my shoulder. I was still attempting to recover from my little sneak-and-freak with AJ, and my body was crying for additional rest. Gator had allowed me to sleep through the night, even through the romantic dinner he had planned, but I knew there was no way I was going to get a pass again, so I put a smile on my face, rolled over to face my husband, then climbed on top of him. I arched my back, clenching the muscles of my southern lips tightly as I slid up and down on my husband’s play pole. Squeezing my taut nipples tightly, I stared in his dark brown eyes, losing myself in their enchantment.

  The pleasure he felt between my legs was obvious from the look of sheer ecstasy in his eyes. He grabbed my hips with both hands while I rocked and rolled on his man with precision and grace. “Right there,” he groaned, closing his eyes.

  I smiled victoriously, spreading my right leg out toward his shoulder until I was riding him in a partial split. I may have had my piece on the side, but I still took pleasure in knowing that my husband loved the way I made love to him. Yes, I was having my cake and eating it, too, but it didn’t matter to me, as long as I took care of home. “Pull your legs up,” I ordered.

  Gator did as I requested, allowing me complete access to every inch of him.

  “Yesss…” I groaned, biting my bottom lip. I rotated my wide hips seductively, serenading my husband’s rock with my wetness. I strategically pulled my left leg up, then grabbed each of his forearms with my hands. I sat with my legs spread in a V, grinding up, down, and around, holding on to his arms for leverage and clasping his dick with the walls of my sopping-wet pussy.

  “Fick mich! Fick mich!” he chanted over and over again. Gator spoke over six languages fluently, but nothing turned me on more than when he spoke to me in German.

  I increased my speed, bucking wildly, granting his request.