by Mia Madison
I heard her laugh, and when she responded, whatever she said made Kenny signal a thumb’s up.
“Yes, bring Dilayla. Please bring Dilayla. Nick’s getting on my nerves about her.” I tossed a pillow at him, and he chuckled and threw a middle finger at me.
“Okay, baby girl. I’ll see you and Dilayla later. I love you.”
He got off the phone. “They’re coming. You happy now?”
“Hell yeah, man.” I clapped my hands together, glad that he convinced Raquel to bring that sexy Latina friend of hers. I hadn’t gotten enough of Dilayla before, and I damn sure couldn’t wait to see her again.
Dilayla
Raquel and I hustled through Neiman Marcus at Bal Harbor. We had to, as we were women on a mission. True to his word, Nick took siege of Kenny and Dom for the evening. Raquel confirmed it when Kenny called that the guys were meeting for a get-together at Nick’s place.
“Apparently, we’re invited.” An amused smile played on her lips, and she spoke with a shrill of surprise. “They’re having a joint bachelor party, if we want to come.”
My eyebrows arched with marvel. “Say word? Must be at Nick’s place.”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “How is it? Have you been there?”
“I was there when you broke the news.” I reminisced about the way Nick’s biceps curled around me.
A soft gasp of surprise escaped her as a coy look spread over her expression. She lowered her voice and ran her diamond-encrusted wedding finger through her long dark locks. The gleam was sickening. I was so happy for my best friend. “How was it?”
“It’s pretty solid, you know. Typical baller bachelor pad.”
She elbowed me as we looked over some lingerie. “De-LIE-luh!” she said, stretching out every syllable. “You know what I meant.”
I smirked in response. “Hmph, chiquita. You think I’m some kind of slut?”
Raquel gave me the silkiest roll of her eyes. She pulled out a long white lace nightie and held it out for my approval.
I curled my lip in disgust. Tonight was her wedding night. She was shopping for the perfect negligee to pop her cherry. I wouldn’t be a friend if I let her wear one of those “three-year anniversary gowns.” It was made for women who were already over their sex lives. Friends don’t let friends wear hideous maternity gowns over Bordelle or Fox and Rose on their wedding night. Especially when they were going to pop their cherry.
“But it’s so pretty,” she pouted, almost like a teen whining to her mother.
“Fuck pretty. You need sexy,” I said. “A floor-length lace gown is for cold nights in Denver. You need lingerie that makes Kenny eat his fucking heart out and cream pie you.”
“God, you’re disgusting.” Her face twisted in faux shock. I stuck my tongue at her in response. I eyed a lacy white and gold piece. It was short, scintillating, and radiated sex - passionate, wild, all-night sex with your soul mate.
“This,” I hold the angelic sex kitten piece up with awe, “This is what you wear to lose your virginity to the man you love.”
On our way to Raquel’s place, my phone went off again. I expected to see a text from Nick, but instead it was Brian.
Wyd
Ugh. Brian used to be the love of my life. He was sexy, athletic, and had great dick—but he was a hoe. If he were texting me on Friday night, it was because he was trying to see who he could parade around town with to make his other women mad.
Brian and I went to junior high and high school together. He played for the Miami Dolphins, and while he wasn’t even on the field, his good looks and local upbringing made him a local celebrity. He would never have to make a touchdown in his life, just be ready to make one, and for that alone, he was a millionaire.
“Is that Nick?” Raquel asked curiously.
“Nah.” I couldn’t hide the pang of disappointment. “Fuckboy as usual.”
“Fuckboy?”
“Brian,” I grumbled, my attitude audibly affected. I had given Brian several years to realize that I was the one woman he needed, the one who was there before the money, and who would be there after the money. Nevertheless, he persisted to tell me he wasn’t ready for a commitment, that it wasn’t time.
My best friend just got married in a week. When would the right time be?
“Oh, bitch. No. I don’t care what he wants. You’re not leaving me tonight for any of his demon dick. You’re coming to my bachelor party, and you’re going to flirt with Nick. We don’t need his bad vibes today. That’s your wedding gift to me.”
“Bitch, I just paid for this lingerie you’re fucking in tonight.” I tilted my head and retorted her like she was crazy. Because she was. “Besides, you don’t get to call shots like this when you didn’t even dignify me with a real wedding!”
“You know the real wedding is coming, heifer!” She grabbed my hand as she drove. “But seriously, I can’t do this. Not tonight. Not with you and Brian. We’re having a joint bachelor party. I can’t be the only woman there. Besides, you love strippers.”
“I know. I convinced Nick to hire Morelli tonight.”
“What?” She gasped. “Then you know you have to come.”
“Girl, I’m coming,” I chuckled. Raquel was being relentless. “Trust me, I’m not in the mood for any of Brian’s bullshit tonight.”
She withdrew her hand from mine and put it back on the steering wheel. “Good.”
I loved Brian, or at least I thought I did. We had years of history together, about six or seven on and off. But after a few days around Nick, he had me feeling some type of way. He was original. He was invigorating. He was consistent, something Brian would never be.
I stared at the text message and weighed whether or not he was worth the response. I’d been on the receiving end of many unanswered text messages, voice messages, and phone calls.
Just as I was ready to answer, Nick interrupted me with a FaceTime request. The smile spread through my body and I answered immediately.
“Hello.” I smiled and fixed my hair in an attempt to look sexy and casual.
“Hey, beautiful.” His hazel eyes peered at me in admiration. “Where you at?”
“I’m with Raquel.” I tilted the phone in her direction and she waved before turning her attention back to the road.
“Hey, sis,” he said. “Ya’ll coming tonight?”
“Yes, we are,” she replied before I could answer, cementing my plans for the night.
“Good, good. Is there anything you want me to pick up before you get here?” He asked. “I’m running errands with Kenny right now.”
“Hi, baby!” Raquel squealed.
“Hey, love,” Kenny replied, off camera.
“Will ya’ll lovebirds cut it out for a second?” Nick joked. We shared a meaningful look of understanding and laughed.
“Ya’ll need anything?” Nick repeated.
“What do you have?” I asked.
“I have beer, we’re ordering pizza. I wanted to get something in case you don’t do beer. You don’t seem like a beer girl.”
“You’re right.” I pointed at the camera and winked. “I’m a wine and Moscato mami.” Beer tasted nasty. I’d never “acquire a taste” for it, no matter how many limes were pushed into the bottle.
“I figured as much,” Nick said. He told us they’d all be at the house after eight p.m., so we could swing through any time after that.
Brian sent another message while we were talking. “???” I ignored it. I was twenty-three, and I was fucking tired of these impatient text messages that really meant nothing. It was a WPC, a wet pussy check to see if I was available and responsive. He wanted to figure out his options, just so he could plan his night right.
I rolled my eyes.
“What’s wrong? Why are you rolling your eyes at me?” Nick looked confused.
“Oh, nothing. It’s not you, honey. Someone just keeps texting me,” I explained.
“Oh, all right,” he said. “I was about to say… Well, let me get off thi
s phone. We got a few things left to grab. See you in a few.”
“Looking forward to it,” I said. I blew a kiss through the phone. “Later.”
Nick
Dilayla and Raquel arrived at 8:50 p.m. I’m sure being fashionably late was Dilayla’s premeditation. She seemed like the type to leave a man on edge, waiting and wanting for her.
And good Lord, she was worth the wait. She walked in, wearing a teal tube dress that stretched over her curves, hugging her in all the right places. Her long hair was in sculpted, tight waves, each baby hair perfectly laid in a curly swoop. Smoky eyes and nude lips with large hoops commanded me to look at that natural beauty she possessed.
Sofia Vergara, Jessica Alba, Cara Delevigne… Beyoncé. Name the most beautiful in the world, and I promise that none of these women held a candle against baby girl. Maybe Raquel, but they were best friends; their beauty was neck and neck. If forced to choose, I would still go with Dilayla.
Raquel was sweet and sultry, but she was spoken for. I didn’t look at her the same knowing she was my best friend’s wife.
Dilayla was sexy with wicked sizzle, all mine for the taking. Besides, I liked my women sinfully delicious.
“Hey, beautiful.” I lifted Dilayla’s pristine hand to my lips and kissed it, before lifting it higher and twirling my finger for her to spin around for me. “Let me see all of it.”
Raquel gave me a charming smirk as she twirled on her simple pink heels. They popped against her skin and matched her bag. Big Kuntry King’s “Da Baddest” played in my head. I wanted to have her, embrace that onion booty, and own her right then and there. But something within restrained me… and I behaved like the gentleman I didn’t know I was capable of being.
“You look… beautiful,” I said, pulling her back in. I needed another hug. Just to feel her skin against mine, the juicy softness of her feminine curves, drove me insane.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome,” Dilayla purred. Her juicy lips spread into a glowing smile that lit up the room. Have you ever wanted to kiss a smile? I just wanted to capture it and keep it in my pocket.
Her soft, buttery fragrance was warm like cashmere. It floated over to me and tickled my nostrils. The beast in me reared. I loved a good-smelling woman, and I was hungry for a taste.
My inner beast, the Nick Diamond that was freaky and straight to the point, growled to ravage her. bBut I could feel a deeper, calmer apex version of Nick emerge from within to control him. Apex Nick was precise and strategic. He didn’t want to go in for an immediate kill. He wanted a slower seduction, one that made the conquest sweeter.
Chill out, Nick. Savor this one.
Yeah, with Dilayla in front of me, I saw exactly what Kenny meant when he said Raquel was different. Dilayla was definitely her own breed of woman, and despite my usual rakish mentality, I couldn’t bring myself to jump on top of Dilayla the way I would have Trinity or any of the other women I’d dealt with in the past.
Dilayla burned with sweet heat that required slow seduction. I had to make sure the time was right before I gave her all eleven inches.
Yes. 11, as in eleven. E-L-E-V-E-N.
Raquel leapt right into Kenny’s arms. Dilayla and I watched as husband and wife shared a passionate embrace. I couldn’t lie, I was no sucker for love, but watching them did something to me. He held her as if she were a fragile, prized ruby. He cradled her in his arms, holding her in a gentle, loving manner. It was as if the wrong move threatened to make her shatter. Raquel nestled against him. the innocence of her sophistication and fire in her eyes endearing as she looked into his. They shared stunning chemistry.
Love, man. These two were seriously in love.
The night started off with a round of toasts. Dom was grumpy at first. He obviously felt left out, but he warmed up after a few beers and congratulated Raquel and Kenny with a solid toast.
Raquel stood, holding her wine glass in hand.
“Before I toast, I just want to shout out to Nick, who went and purchased like six bottles of my favorite wine,” she winked at me, and I felt my dick jump and my cheeks blush.
Raquel looked at me and clapped in approval. It felt good to see her giving me those brownie points.
“Good job, Nick!” she said, giving me a thumb’s up.
“Yes, yes. Now,” Dilayla held up her glass, “I just want to toast Kenny, who showed my best friend what a real man is. Raquel has always wanted one solid man to show her true love. And it hasn’t been easy. You know women kiss a million frogs to find a prince…”
Dilayla’s eyes got misty, and a tear threatened to fall, but she held her composure. “… But I have to say, you rescued her from one of the most extremely fucked up nights in her life, and literally swept her off her feet. And it’s been worth every moment from what I can tell.”
Raquel’s eyes got misty as she squeezed Kenny’s arm. The girls shared a special look with each other while we all watched in silence.
“Best friend, you make me believe love is possible. And that… when the right one comes… all I have to do is trust him to catch me when I fall. I love you, and I love you too, Kenny. May you guys have the best life together.”
Raquel burst into happy tears, and stood. The ladies hugged, and the guys and I couldn’t help but clap. It was a quick and beautiful, but deeply moving sentiment. The words came so perfectly.
I stood, last to speak. “I don’t know what I can say after that rousing moment Dilayla created. Just know that Raquel, my brother is your husband, which makes you family. We’re deeper than blood. Welcome to the family.” I turned to Kenny. “You took forever to get one, but she’s a real one, man. Don’t mess that up.”
He grabbed his wife’s hand and kissed it. “Trust me, I won’t.”
At that moment, the door rang. “Ahh, the dancers,” I said. “Perfect timing! Let’s cut the emotion and celebrate!”
Of course, Dilayla and Morelli enjoyed a little girl talk in my spare bedroom as she got ready with two of her other dancers. Morelli was an attractive Dominican and Italian beauty, and the other girls were also gorgeous. One was Asian and black, and the other was Cuban and Lebanese. I don’t remember their names. Did it matter? My mind was focused on Dilayla.
The true surprise came when Morelli put up the pole. Dilayla wasn’t lying when she said strippers had portable poles that didn’t damage ceilings. After setting up, the girls put on music and the party began. As they started dancing, I turned to Dilayla, “You sure you don’t mind?”
“Hell nah! That’s my cousin and she’ll get her coins one way or another! Support mi familia!” she whooped.
I tried to get into the performance with the girls, but it was just weird. Dilayla didn’t mind, but I just couldn’t get into it. Watching her cousin get naked in front of us was for everyone else. I wanted to look at Dilayla, sitting next to me, preferably naked—but trust me, her being clothed was enough for me. Shit, that body just didn’t quit, and that sexual magnetism and elegance was just polarizing.
The ladies started dancing. As their bodies gyrated and popped, it was a sight to see. They performed amazing tricks I swear they’d never done at King of Diamonds. It was alluring, but when my dick got hard, it wasn’t because of them.
It was because of the sexual seductress next to me.
Dilayla.
She grabbed the stacks of money I set out for us to rain on the women, and led the money showers. She cheered the girls on, and even let one of them twerk on her. She was having more fun than the rest of us. I couldn’t help but get excited watching how free and uninhibited she was.
Morelli seemed to have taken a liking to Dom; while the other two were performing, she made lots of eye contact with him. Her honey, hazel colored eyes stared into him, and he looked like he didn’t know whether to run and hide, or tear into her. It was funny to watch; Dom wasn’t used to women giving him attention, and I knew enough of him to know he felt Morelli was out of his league.
Raquel and Kenny were
laid back, engrossed in each other, kissing and rubbing on each other as they watched the show. Raquel’s tongue slid along Kenny’s neck and he was fought to keep his cool. He kept tapping her leg, ready to get up and leave, but she kept pressing him down. I wasn’t an expert in reading lips, but I could sense her telling him to relax and remain patient.
Raquel was a maverick. She pushed Kenny to the limits, making sure he was on edge and ready to burst from all the entertainment, and her constant teasing. There was no mistaking what would happen later tonight.
I chuckled. It was cool to see that Raquel used the environment and Kenny’s desire to her advantage. She knew Kenny didn’t want anyone but her, and she wasn’t threatened by the scene. She even got up with Dilayla to toss money onto the dancers as they performed, and showered Morelli when she poured her affection over Dom.
I looked at Kenny and he was spellbound. Completely spellbound. I chuckled when we locked eyes and gave him a thumb’s up. Raquel was solid, so it was understandable why he was hooked. That’s what happens when you find a real one, I suppose.
“I’ll be right back,” Dilayla said. “I gotta use the restroom.” She grabbed her purse and disappeared to the bathroom, leaving my opportunity wide open to get the intel I needed.
“Raquel, let me holla at you for a sec?” I cocked my head slightly toward the balcony. Raquel looked at me slightly uncertain. I’m sure she had no clue why I wanted to speak to her in private, especially with the dancers doing their thing.
I looked at Kenny, the quiet plea in my eyes, and he nodded silently, and kissed Raquel’s cheek.
“It’s all good, babe.”
Raquel stood and made her way over the piles of money on the floor. Dom barely looked at us in brief interest before returning his attention to Morelli. He was completely spellbound.
I slid the balcony door closed enough for privacy. Miami’s balmy beauty spread over our skin, and the town was aglow beneath us.
“I just wanted to congratulate you personally on transforming Kenny. He’s never been one to settle for any woman, and I know for him to grab a woman like you, you had to be superior to any other woman he’s ever met.” I reached out for a hug. “Welcome to the family, sis.”