BOMAW 10-12

by Mercedes Keyes

  Angela smiled, then remembered her bodyguard, voicing her disappointment about that, Crystal assured her, it didn't matter, if they had to be escorted for that day, so much the better, they could talk, have fun, instead of her having to pay attention to the road. She stayed a few moments more, visiting with Sasha and Joseph, her brother, who had always been understanding with her, even when he didn't understand. Soon, Shawn was looking for her, and then was taking her home. When he pulled up in front of her house, she sat a moment looking at it, as if she dreaded going inside.

  "You don't have to you know - just say the word, we'll load you up again and back-..."

  She opened the door and climbed out, turning in it, she looked in at him, "Goodnight - dad." Smiling, she closed the door and trotted up the steps, using her keys, she entered and then turned waving in the door to him that she was in, closing the door.

  Shawn sat a moment staring at it, giving in, he sighed and pulled off home.

  That night, in bed, Shawn held onto his wife, spooning, his palm on her belly. He was tired, so was she, yet laying together as they were, seemed to slowly energize them for the next days events. His nose was in her hair, his body slowly, ever so slightly rocking them, "Shawn."

  "Yes."

  "I've been thinking about something today."

  "That is?" He asked groggily.

  "That friend of yours, Paul?"

  "Yeah."

  "Can he find, anybody?"

  "Emmm, just about - depends. Why?"

  She lay a moment more thinking and turning to her back, looked up at his dark silhouette, "Is he expensive?"

  "Why you asking?"

  "I want him to find David, Shawn - my brother David, it's been a long time - I'm really starting to miss him."

  Shawn couldn't bring himself to speak, it felt as if a stone was sudden shoved down his throat, into his chest.

  "You think he could find David for me Shawn?"

  Shawn sighed long and deep, "I'll ah - talk to him about it tomorrow, okay?"

  "Promise?"

  "Cross my heart, hope to die."

  "Thank you Shawn, maybe - if he starts now, he could have him found by the time Jesse James is born, or Christmas even, that would be nice." She turned back on her side, snuggling back into her husband's body. "Yeah, that would be real nice, if we found him, and he stayed, then - I would have some family here with me, besides my kids that is."

  Shawn hugged her tighter, hating Armundo Payne Sr. even more - and not all the positive reinforcement in the world, was gonna change that feeling in him.

  Crystal lay in Isaac's aerobed, in the dark, wondering where Victor had gone? He was pissed. She walked in the door to see flowers, wine, and soft music playing. With him waiting with a smile. She didn't understand what he'd expected from her, she hadn't wanted any wine. She just wanted to change and go to bed - alone. She didn't want him to wine and dine her, not now, not at this place in the game. They had issues to fix, she'd made that clear to him.

  "Victor, I'm not saying I don't like it, it's a nice gesture, but - it's too soon for it. I'm not gonna slow dance with you, I don't want any wine, because we both know the end goal you're shooting for."

  "What the heck man! You said I could stay here-..."

  "On the sofa!"

  "So I'm paying rent, all the bills, everything, to ah - sleep on the sofa?"

  "I'll tell you what, I'll sleep on the sofa, you sleep in the bed, I'm fine either way."

  Victor stood staring a few moments, shaking his head, he strode to the stereo, turned it off. Grabbed his jacket, "I'm out'ah here, sleep wherever you want."

  Thus, the aerobed, it was comfortable enough - but she found the silence of the house unsettling, she felt alone, lonely - and yes, unhappy. Then thought, maybe she should have indulged him a little bit - but then, would he have been willing to stop once things got started? No, she laid realizing they needed to get a couple of marriage counselling meetings in first before they started entertaining the notion of going back to bed together, they needed to talk to each other, get to know each other first. In truth, she wanted him to be interested in getting to know her, the way Ben already knew her. She wanted him to say, let's go for a walk. Let's sit out on the front porch and just talk. She didn't want flowers, nor wine, that was tied to having sex. She wanted him to show that this time, he was looking to know who she was and why she was the way she was. He hadn't even asked about the boys, were they all right?

  "And you want me to drink wine, sniff your flowers and have sex. I don't think so." She turned over getting comfortable, about to fall asleep when her mobile chimed. She reached into her purse on the floor, picking it up, she opened it to see a text from Ben. Clicking it on, *It's just a matter of time* - sighing, Crystal put a key lock on her phone to protect it from prying eyes, just in case. She closed it, and went to sleep.

  Chapter 292

  It was early, dawn hadn't quite broken, Charlie stood in the shower of Samuel's room, while he stood at the sink, wearing only his briefs, brushing his teeth, she was laughing at something that crossed her mind, now done, stepping from it. "I swear, that boy Mundo, is funny as hell - I wouldn't mind him being around all the time." She started, and then, "That was a nice change last night, Dee-Dee need to relocate to be near more normal people, instead of the stuffed shirts and hypocrites she rubs elbows with." She reached for the towel to dry herself, to see his eyes looking at her from the reflection of the mirror, he wasn't too happy. "What's wrong with you this morning?"

  Samuel's mind had been going over the events of the previous night, trying to dismiss certain acts of hers, but since she brought up last night, "Do you have to flirt, and wink, and do that shit that you do when other men are around? Talk the way you do?"

  Standing naked, proud, and looking down her nose at him, "No, I don't have to - all I have to do, is live, die and stay black! The rest, my options and what I choose."

  "Goddammit, I knew you were going to come back with something smart ass to say."

  "Emp, happy not to disappoint." She continued drying her athletic body, tone, femininely muscular, not over done, but just so, with everything firm and solid. She looked good naked and knew it, her breasts although on the small size, were perfect, her abs tight, thighs muscular and shaped; rear, round, set and hard because she had always been a sprinter, a runner. She never jogged, she did sprints, which gave her lower body power for needs of sudden bursts of speed. At that moment, she stared him down, one brow quirked before him, "Anything else to say?"

  "Yeah, while you're fucking me, cease with that flirting with other men, smiling in their faces as if-..."

  "Whose face you see me smiling in?"

  "The big guy, the tall guy! Shawn's brother!"

  "That was nothing! His chick didn't get all wrapped up about it, why would you? She knew that was just me bullshittin' around."

  "How do you know she didn't, maybe she waited until they got home."

  "In that case, all the women was trippin', because I flirted with all of'em! All them fine ass men in one room, what the hell you think?"

  "How would you like it if I flirted with every woman I encountered?!"

  "I wouldn't give a shit! Do it! Do what the hell you want! I'ain't trying to hold onto you! Think I'm stupid enough to fall again, let you break my goddamn heart? Again? Hell with that! Let us not be confused, all I want you for, is the performance the night before, and last night - you do that shit well! Keep it up, we can continue this a little bit longer, but if you gonna start this shit here? No no, we can hang it up."

  "So what you're saying is, you're using me just to fuck? Just to scratch you when you feel an itch?"

  "Yeah, shit! What else you think? I don't need you for shit else!"

  Samuel couldn't find words for the moment, shaking his head, finally finding his voice, he ordered, "Get your clothes on and get the hell out of my room." He growled.

  Charlie laughed, dropped the towel, baring all, "I have to apply my loti
on first, black skin is delicate baby, we don't wash and go, so if you will excuse me, I need to-..."

  Pissed, he grabbed her by the arm, shoving her naked against the wall, cutting her off as he forced out through tight teeth, "What kind of game are you playing? I can tell you now, it doesn't look good."

  "You better - let go of my - goddamn - arm ... you know I don't play that shit." She bit through clenched teeth.

  "Make me, let go of your arm! You can play Ms Big Bad Mama out there, have everyone convinced how tough you are, but I'm the one that can handle you, remember? Or do I need to remind you? Don't forget, for all your tough front, you don't scare me Charlie, not one damn bit! So let's get something clear and now - ah ah ah - no struggling - I'm talking here, you're gonna listen."

  "I said - let go - of my arm!" She demanded a second time, as if in warning.

  "Go for it Charlie, reminders are good things, give me your best shot." He warned back, eyes inches from her own.

  She glared harshly at him, trying to make up her mind to challenge him, standing naked as she was, she felt vulnerable enough.

  "See, you're not as crazy as you would have people believe you are."

  His words ignited her into action and they ended up in a brief, martial arts strike and defence struggle, that ended within moments of starting, with Charlie pinned and facing the wall, her arm twisted up behind her back, and Samuel pressing against her, applying enough pressure to hurt her just so, "Well? Any more moves? Give over, say it, say you give over!" He demanded.

  "I'd rather you - break - my arm - before I give you - anything! I don't give a damn, break it!" She bit out, breathing hard. Regardless of what he did to her, she could never go against him with everything she had, in a way, it was the reason he could defeat her quickly - because it would mean forcing him to actually doing her serious harm to push him too far. She knew, as many knew, that he was exceptional when it came to physical combat. His moves and reflexes were as close to lightning speed as she'd ever seen, and while she could put him through the paces, maybe inflict some pain, he would eventually come out on top - and both of them would come out with a far greater injury in the end, to the heart, because there was a battle between them, that Charlie refused to call truce on - one that he could not walk away from. It didn't matter that she'd finally gone to bed with him, she used that to raise the stakes in punishing him. She hadn't forgiven him at all - and it showed.

  "You throw those words at me, knowing I would never hurt you."

  "Do it, or get off me!" She fired out, getting angry because she felt tears burning her eyes, and nothing made her so angry as tears daring to come to her eyes. She had sworn to never cry again from crying so much as a little girl, and then he'd broken her heart and she'd cried. Now, there he was again, touching her where it hurt.

  He slowly, using pure strength, lowered her arm, bracing the moment she tried to snatch from him, he wouldn't let her, he controlled the entire motion of movement, until her arm was before her, pressed against her midriff, instead of behind, where his body now pressed at her back. He was erect, hard against her naked buttocks. Whispering in her ear, "Why do you keep fighting me Charlie? Huh?" He nipped her ear, grinding his arousal against her, "Fighting me when you know, you won't win."

  As much as she hated it, she was getting wet, she was starting to throb, at that moment, all she could think of, was him spreading her legs, and then shoving his wonderful cock straight home, she tingled for it, clenching her nether lips in anticipation when he went for it, he was too hard not to. She flexed her buttocks back against the hard length, grinding back on it, "Who says I won't win - long as I get, what I'm wantin'." She panted unashamedly.

  "What about what I want? Hmm, what about that?"

  "I got what you want, right there for you, give it a lil'feel baby, see if it ain't ready for you." She coaxed breathing hard, eyes still moist from earlier tears, now forgotten.

  Samuel smiled, reached his hand down before her, slowly moving over the soft skin of her lower belly, into the full nest of moist pubic hair and then lower still, until his fingers encountered the delicate flesh of her swollen heat, opening the folds to her slick wetness, inserting two fingers, he stroked her just right.

  "Ssss oh yeah, see - see oooh yeah, rubbing it like that, oooh that shit feels good, you doing that right baby, you doing that - just right - ohhh that feels good..."

  "I bet it does." He whispered, stopped rubbing, kissed her neck and backed away from her. "New rules to this game baby, I'm not your fuckin' play thing. You want me to take care of you, you respect me! Furthermore, you dare go any where else to get that seen to, don't you ever fuckin' come to me again." He turned leaving her there, in the bathroom, shocked, on fire, against the wall. Charlie couldn't believe it, turning as she leaned there, her body thrumming from need, she thought it was a game he played, "Sammy quit playing! Samuel!? Don't leave me like this!"

  He looked back in at her, at her glorious body, she did look good, and he was aroused, but he had to make things clear here and now. "You that hot? That turned on? Fix it yourself! Like I said, no one else had better."

  "Please Samuel?"

  "No."

  "How you gone be? I can't fix this like you can, come on now, quit playing." She pleaded, whimpering, really wanting him.

  "No! You're gonna learn to treat me right, talking all that shit to me. Rolling your eyes at me, getting smart mouth, sarcastic all the damn time! Flirting with men in my face as if I'm some, to be shit on, peon. Nooo, Charlie, not I. Treat everyone else out there like that, fine - but me - when you bring it to me, you change your tune - or - don't come back to me. That's it. Now fix it, or get your ass in the shower to cool down, but no dick for you today, you don't know how to act!"

  "Ain't you 'bout a trip! Fine! Be that way then, that's all right! You ain't the only dick in town!" She fired at him, angry, about to climb into the shower.

  "Like I said, go to someone else, don't you ever come near me again, I mean it! And you know I mean it, choice is yours."

  "Asshole! White ass! Honky! I'on like white men no damn way! And like yo'ass even less! Shit!" She fussed stepping back into the shower, turning it on cool, shouting out when the cold hit her hot skin. Yet, as she showered, she was wrecking her brain on how to get him in bed again. Just one more good session, then she could be herself again, she'd gone a long time in between before, and would do so again, right after, that is, she got it one more time from Mr. St. James - because what he put on her, had her daydreaming about what it would be like the next time. As far as she was concerned, he had the perfect cock, perfect for her anyway - not too big, just a slight bit over average, nice and thick - one of them cocks you could handle working all night long, all pleasure, no pain. She wanted it again, and what Charlie wanted, Charlie would get. "Huh, denying me - don't know who you messin' with, Mr. Samuel St. James, ain't settin' no rules here, no sir!" She grumbled from her cold shower.

  * * *

  Jeremiah lay watching the sun come up, Deidre snuggled up close to him, head on his shoulder as his hand stroked up and down her arm after their session of love making. She lay quiet for the moment, drowsy, her fingers running over his strong chest, the tips testing the texture of hair there. She couldn't think of a place she would rather be, than in his arms. While his breathing was now calmer, steady, he spoke little with so much on his mind. She wanted to ask him what plagued him, but was reluctant to break into the peaceful tranquillity they shared. Long moments passed before it dawned on him that she was still awake, quiet, stroking his brown skin.

  "Hey, you all right?" He asked.

  She smiled, leaning her head back to look at him, "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

  "You're so quiet."

  "So were you, there's a lot on your mind, I didn't wanna talk to you if you were trying to figure something out."

  Jeremiah smiled, "Hmmm, that's not very nice after all that good lovin' you laid on me." He leaned over, kissing her brow.

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nbsp; Deidre turned into him, hugging him, moving her body against his, "You hear any complaints from me? Besides, when you arrived yesterday, we've had little private time. Picked you up from the airport, to Shawn's, there half the night, back here-..."

  "Good lovin' the rest of it." He finished, kissing her neck.

  "Yeah, so - why complain?" She simpered.

  His wonderful lips moved up the side of her neck, to her ear lobe, nibbling gently while his hand found her plump eager breast, the nipple beading tight and hard. "Why do I get this feeling, you'd be willing to laze the day away, doing this?"

  "You have, something better you can think of - to do?" She moaned.

  "You mean, right now? This minute?" He paused on his way to taking her nipple into his mouth, as if giving it thought.

  She arched her back, dying for him to finish the direction he'd been going, "Ach - Jer'miah - mmm, please."

  "Look at you, greedy little thing aren't you?" And brought her pleasure by finishing his journey, taking her nipple into his mouth, gently sucking it, his tongue working over the distended nipple. Taking it slow this time around, it was a couple of hours before they were done, with Deidre laying in complete satisfaction, sexual exhaustion. Jeremiah was the first up and in the shower; as he soaped up, the frosted door slid open for her to step in and join him, where they played and cleaned each other, kissing and touching, but done, for anything heavier.

  Half an hour later, Deidre sat with her robe on, blow drying her hair, while Jeremiah ran out for their breakfast. He was back loaded down with food, his underarms loaded with newspapers. He was quick to set the table, take out all the goodies. "Charlie's up and about, met her on the way, leaving Samuel's room, going back to hers." He informed Deidre, grinning as he did so.

  "I'm not at all surprised. They have an interesting arrangement between them now."

  Jeremiah chuckled, shaking his head, "Best of luck to him." He drawled, filling her plate with her favorite breakfast fair. Fresh fruits, Brie cheese and Greek yogurt. "There you go my sweetheart, and a Perrier with half a lemon squeeze and dropped within." He informed her as he'd filled her glass with it, and squeezing a lemon that he dropped inside. "Enjoy."