Coming Together: At Last, Volume One

by Alessia Brio, L. A. Banks, Lisabet Sarai

  Being around so many domesticated women made her feel as if a rash was breaking out all over her body. Her sister, the magazine journalist, had been married for eight months now and fell very comfortable in with this crowd. Nope, this happily ever after picnic in the park, neighborhood baseball, Saturday barbeques, networking group was not for her. No way, no how.

  Speaking around the food, Nica mumbled, “Oh, no, Moni. He's single, but I don't think he's your type."

  Moni glanced at “Dee” again, her pussy throbbed and her nipples tightened as she watched him nodded at a comment her brother in-law made. Any man that could make her clit swell from across the room was definitely her type. “Oh, come on, Nica.” She whispered to her sister. “You said he was single. And if he's hanging out with Detrick he must be gainfully employed. How is he not my type?” Lowering her voice further she asked, “Is he gay?"

  "Not gay.” Cinnamon brown eyes met hers, as if looking into a disapproving mirror, her sister said, “Moni, I can tell by that look in your eyes, that you got one night stand opportunity on your mind.” Nica's slender fingers selected a celery stick next.

  "Well, what if I do.” Moni took a liberal sip from her wine. If this party doesn't get hopping soon, this would not be her only glass of wine. It would take several to get through this dull affair. Who throws a party to sit around to eat and talk?

  "I thought you said you stayed in town because you wanted to settle down. Stop being the old Moni who live life for the moment.” The vegetable stick made a crunch under the pressure of Nica's teeth.

  Throwing a hand up, she stopped her sister. “I said I was staying in Norfolk to get my business idea off the ground. That kind of settling down.” Allowing her gaze to travel the length of “Dee's” sexy body, with his broad chest snug inside a starch light blue button down shirt, tucked into a pair of brown slack that must have been tailor made the way it hugged his hips and thighs. She could almost see the muscles flexing beneath the fabric as he shifted from one foot to the other in his large Allen-Edmond Bradley's. She'd long ago dispelled the myth about men with big feet, having discovered that with a model in Milan, where his height and feet didn't represent what was in his pants. Not at all. However, she was more than willing to give this man a try.

  "Besides, leopards can't change all of her spots at once.” She drank a little more, the honey vanilla taste of the Semillon white wine wasn't giving her a buzz, but the man across the room sure was.

  "Moni.” Nica's voice held that warning tone, she always hated.

  Her twin sister had been an old soul since birth. Nica always knew she wanted to get married and have a family with her “soul mate". Nica had even remained a virgin until she married Mr. “Detrick Rauglins” Right. Moni shook her head, her brother in-law was a hottie with a capitol H, but good thing he'd fallen for the other Walker sister. Since seventeen Moni had enjoyed sex and even though the men she had been with didn't number up to the fingers on both her hands, she wasn't into waiting. If she wanted someone, she slept with him. Plain and simple. Traveling and taking pictures all over the world, she'd received many offers from men of many races and cultures, but she only slept with men who stirred her body.

  Mr. Dee was stirring. Big time.

  "Don't you Moni me. I will not embarrass you and your hubby. I'm a big girl and I can handle a big boy, just like you're handling that platter of food."

  That got her sister's attention as Nica finished slipping a carrot between her lips with a mortified look on her face. Nica lowered the plate waist level. “I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel like I've been eating all day. I think my cycle is about to come on, I feel like a bottomless pit."

  Shit. She swallowed down the last of the wine in her glass. “Don't jinks me. If I get a chance with Creamy D over there, I don't want any surprises."

  "It would serve you right.” Nica muttered as she started on a thin pastry meat puff.

  Arching an eyebrow at her sister, Moni mentally calculated the days on her calendar since her last cycle and tried to recall how many pills were left until the green ones in her birth control pack. Remembering more than a weeks worth of pills, she stuck her tongue out at her sister. “It would also serve you right to eat one too many hors d'oeuvre and pop a stitch in that peaches and snow silk wrap printed kimono too, but you don't see me cursing your luck for the night.” With that, Moni turned and walked away, moving through the crowd in search of more wine. This was looking to be a very long evening.

  * * * *

  Dwayne listened half-heartedly to his long time friend Detrick Rauglins as he discussed the terms of agreement the city had select upon with Norfolk's inner-city projects. He knew Detrick and his grandmother had lived in one of the local low income communities while they all attended Booker T. Washington High School, it was Detrick's constant battle to improve the area. Most of the rich kids in his neighborhood who fell into the BTW zone were sent to one of several private academies in the area, but his father had given him a choice and he'd opted to attend public school. A lot of the kids whose fathers worked at the shipyard his father owned attended the school and he preferred to hang out with them instead of snubbing them. Meeting Detrick and Paul in his freshman year made it a decision he'd never regretted.

  However, right now, Dwayne only had one thing on his mind. The sexy sister who was replica of Detrick's wife LaMonica. Same cinnamon eyes, height and build. He'd always thought Detrick's wife was beautiful, but he'd never been sexually attracted to her like the twin goddess beside her. He didn't know if it was the wild mass of thick curls adorning her head as if she'd just been fucked and ravaged in a bed by some mystery lover, very different from the silky straight long tamed length of Detrick's wife.

  Or maybe it was the lusciously toned ginger brown bare legs daringly revealed below the pink printed tube dress. Most of the dress below her high full breast was loose except where the hem hugged the top of her thighs. The dress was so short if she reached up, he may have gotten a peep and discovered what color her panties were. He wondered if they were pink or white, matching her dress. Thong? Boy-shorts? Full bottom and sheer? He knew without a doubt that there wasn't a matching bra to it under the dress. Nope, not by the size of her nipples pressing distinctly against the fabric.

  If a man knew nothing else, he learned early what unrestrained nipples looked like under a top. Entering manhood 101.

  When she stuck her pink tongue out at whatever comment her twin sister made and walked into the kitchen he suddenly became thirsty. “Hey, Paul, where'd you get that beer in your hand?"

  Tilting his head toward the buffet, Paul responded, “The cooler at the end of the table."

  "Nope.” Rodney Milton, an accountant working at Northrup Grumman Corporation a prominent company in the area, cut in as he joined them. “I got the last one."

  "There's more in the kitchen. The bottom shelf in the frig.” Detrick reassured.

  Patting Detrick on the back, he moved toward the kitchen. Unknowingly, Detrick had given him the perfect reason to follow the ginger colored treat into the other room, away from the others. As he crossed the room he prayed there were no other guest but her in the kitchen.

  Pushing open the swinging door, his prayers were answered. The beautiful brown goddess was the only one in the spacious kitchen. She leaned against the center island and he was amazed and slightly disappointed that her dress hadn't slipped up over her round ass and revealed it, but instead remained in place an inch below her cheeks as one white heeled sandal foot slid up and down the calf of her other leg. A display of seduction. Not stopping her actions, she continued to dip a thick ripe strawberry into her white wine, then placed it into her mouth allowing her luscious full lips to surround it's fullness as she sucked the alcohol from it. Then pulled it out of her mouth still whole and began the dipping process all over again.

  Holy shit. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed and his dick went on instant alert. If she would have added a moan to her actions he w
ould've plausibly come in his pants.

  His horny mind quickly conjured up the image of her doing the same thing to his penis and how it would feel. Taking a deep breath he advanced to the refrigerator, honestly needing that cold drink now.

  Removing the beer, he twisted the top off and took a deep swig before he closed the door and turned around. Meeting audacious cinnamon eyes he recognized the interest in them that matched his own.

  "Tiger eyes.” Her voice was husky and low as she paused in her dip/suck routine only for a moment. “Beautiful."

  "Thank you.” All his life, people had made comments about his brown eyes with the gold flakes, to hear this woman say it made his balls tighten. “I'll give the same compliment back to you.” Stepping closer to the counter, he said, “Cinnamon has always been my favorite spice.” Allowing his gaze to roam her upturned face, neck and bare shoulders, he continued, “Only second to ginger."

  One side of her mouth lifted in a sassy smile, as she dunked the berry again. This time when she placed the strawberry in her mouth her teeth sank deep and accompanied the bite with moan.

  He gripped the inside of his bottom lip with his teeth to stifle the groan moving up his throat.

  "I do believe that this is my favorite fruit.” Pulling back the severed red berry, her lips held a wet fruit shine.

  At that moment, strawberries had become his favorite as well. All he wanted to do was lean forward and take a taste from her lips. With another drink of beer, he attempted to cool the heat running straight to his cock. He was thankful for the waist high counter that hid his burgeoning erection. This woman was making it hard for him to return to the living room with decency.

  "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that you're LaMonica's sister. What's your name?"

  "I'm Moni and you're Dee.” She stood to her full height, her heels allowing her to meet him on eyelevel.

  "So, you've asked about me.” It was his turn to give her a lopsided smile. A smart man, he'd known once he'd faced her that their attraction was mutual, but to know that she'd inquired about him before she'd come in here made his blood even hotter.

  "I did.” With little nips she finished the strawberry until only the stem was left, then she tossed that into the trashcan at the end of the counter.

  They held each other's gaze. “Are you new to the area or just visiting?"

  "Very new.” Her eyes lowered down his torso then returned to his face. “I don't know my way around here well yet and hate getting lost."

  Perfect. If she were staying in the area, then she was giving him the perfect opportunity to see her again and maybe they'd hit it off well enough for a relationship. Detrick's wife was sweet and kind, but he'd always been attracted to wild, bold women. Moni was the perfect contrast to her twin. “I'm an excellent tour guide. Can I help you find some place...” He didn't want to appear too eager so he finished with, “Or give you directions?"

  "Directions would be great.” Light filled her eyes.

  "To where?” He lifted the bottle and drank.

  "Your place,” her words were low and throaty, but clear with intent.

  Dwayne swallowed quickly. The gulp was painful as he forced the drink down and away from his windpipe. Lowering the bottle, he looked at her and she met his gaze unwavering. Moni was brassy and brazen with two capital B's. This woman knew what she wanted and he was thankful it was him.

  "I can definitely show you how to get there.” He pushed the remainder of his beer into the trash. He wanted to be completely sober minded when he got this ginger brown honey into his bed.

  "Excellent.” She moved around the island until she stood before him on the other side. Sliding her arms around his shoulders, she glided her fingers into his hair. Her gaze lowered to his mouth moments before she closed the gap between their lips.

  The kiss was fierce. Not wasting any time, she dragged her tongue against his bottom lip and when he opened for her, she dove inside.

  Unwilling to be a bystander to the kiss, he wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and palmed her ass. The ass that was as round and firm as it appeared. The ass that had been teasing him since he walked in the kitchen.

  Allowing her to lead the kiss, he enjoyed the taste of the berry flavored wine on her tongue. She smelled of oranges and springtime. Enjoying her scent and taste, he pressed her hips against him and permitted her to feel the evidence of his arousal.

  Ending the kiss, she took in several breaths as her passion glazed eyes met his. “When would you like to leave?"

  Now, his dick jerked and flexed against her.

  She laughed and he knew she felt his cock respond.

  Stepping away from her, he said, “You tell me."

  "I'm going to say my good-byes to my sister. Then I'll be waiting in my car at the corner.” Not waiting for his response, she moved passed him and exited thru the swinging door.

  Damn it, he was so hard he wanted to walk out of the back door and straight to his car. But, upbringing dictated that he not be rude. Gripping the marble counter top he took several cleansing breath. Telling his mind not to think about how intoxicating Moni's kiss was or how perfectly her thick ass fit in his hands or how she was going to taste when his tongue was buried between her sweet thighs. His cock expanded. Shit, this is not helping. He needed to get control of his arousal or he'd never make it out of the kitchen.

  * * * *

  Moni located her sister sitting with Valerie, Paul's wife. She had met Valerie, Paul and their pretty plump eleven month old little girl when she first came back into town a few months ago after she decided to move to the East Coast, LaMonica and Detrick's housekeeper Ms. Tonya cooked her dinner and the couple came over. Another example of domesticity she didn't need.

  It was Saturday night. She was going to get laid by a creamy dream and celebrate her singlehood. No chains to hold her down.

  "Nica, as much as I'm enjoying the “party".” Moni made the double two finger gesture as she spoke, Nica rolled her eyes and Valerie giggled. “I'm going to go."

  Hugging her, Nica said, “Fine, Moni. Thanks for coming."

  She kissed her sister on the cheek, and hugged Valerie. “Tell Detrick congrats again for me. I'll see you for lunch on Friday,” Moni told her as she turned, grabbed her purse off an end table and headed to the door. She didn't allow herself to glance in Creamy Dee's direction where he stood talking with Detrick and his friend's. Instead she held her head high, added just the right amount of bounce to her steps so her breasts jiggled, and swung her hips to ensure every man was drawn to the sight of her ass as she walked away.

  Once outside the house, she went to her car, keeping the same movements in case anyone watched her from the window and she grinned. “Damn, I always could make an exit."

  * * * *

  Damn that woman can make an exit. Dwayne's dick twitched, signaling that it was time for him to go as if Moni's ass was its target and his cock was a homing device.

  Dwayne didn't miss some of the other men's eyes ready to pop as they watched Moni or Detrick's low laughter.

  "Men, that's one woman, none of you can handle,” Detrick counseled.

  But, I'm sure going to give it one hell of a try. Dwayne thought to himself as he remained at the house for another ten minutes before making his excuses and leaving. It wasn't that he cared what everyone else in the room thought about him going after Moni. Hell, no. But, the last thing he wanted was disrespectful thoughts from anyone toward Moni.

  It shocked him that he felt so protective of a woman, he barely knew, who had just propositioned him away from a good friend's party. Not, willing to pursue the thoughts any further, he stirred his car down the road and flashed his lights at the highland green Mustang Coupe GT Premium sitting idle at the corner with the license plate that read LOVIN IT.

  Moni smiled and gave him a fluttering finger wave as he passed her. She pulled in line behind him as he headed home. Her choice of car didn't shock Dwayne, nope it just reaffirmed that Moni was th
e brazen aggressive minx she'd acted like in the kitchen. Tonight was going to be good. It was quite the distance from Detrick's house in Pungo, to his in Norfolk, but if she continued on the path with him, he'd make it well worth the wait.

  Chapter Two

  "You're house is beautiful.” Moni said he escorted her inside. She stood in the living room and twirled around taking in the modern décor. It had been a drive to get to his house from Nica and Detrick's house, but Moni was glad that it was much closer to her own.

  She heard the click of the lock as she secured the door behind him, then crossed the room until he stood before her. “Tours are offered between the hours seven a.m. and ten thirty p.m."

  Lifting her arm, she smiled and glanced down at her watch. “Ten thirty-three.” Focusing on those intense tiger-eyes, she said, “Seems I've missed it."

  He pulled her body against his. “Don't worry, because your timing is perfect for the after hours entertainment."

  "Oh, really.” Moni dragged her hands up his arms to his powerful shoulders. “How many guests are you expecting for this affair?"

  "Just two.” He whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers.

  The kiss she had given him was nothing compared to the all-consuming kiss he was demonstrating now. His tongue swept deep in her mouth as he buried his hands in her hair and held her in place.

  As he possessed her mouth, his other hand moved from the small of her back to grip her ass. Palming and pressing her against his erection caused her toes to curl in her sandals. That was one of her favorite things for a man to do. So loved having her ass played with, next to her pussy it was another major erogenous zone for her.