My Mans Best Friend (9781622860241)

by Henderson, Tresser

  “Nothing,” I said trying to backpedal.

  “Enough to what?” he screamed.

  “Enough to sleep with him.”

  Kea

  When I got home Jaquon was still asleep. It didn’t look like he had moved much since I left him to go see Derrick. I was glad he was still here, but mad to see him too. Then Zacariah’s face came into my mind, and I was reminded of the evening ending with me shutting her mouth with my fist. She deserved it. I should have hit her again for ruining me getting my nut with Derrick. He was so good, and I was so close. But when that door slammed, my heart damn near stopped. For a split second I thought it was Jaquon.

  I knew it would be only a matter of time before bigmouthed Zacariah tells him. Now that I think about it, I didn’t care about him finding out. What in the hell could he say anyway?

  I was tired and wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep. Getting in bed next to Jaquon did feel good because he was here with me for a change. At the same time, I carried so much resentment at how he treated me. He was sleeping so peacefully. His small breaths put my heart at ease. His movement let me know he knew I was getting in next to him. I turned my back to him, hoping he would cuddle with me, but he turned his back to me. Seconds later, he was snoring. It was loud enough to wake the dead.

  How could he sleep when our relationship was in turmoil? Not only was he cheating on me, but now I was cheating on him. Any moments together that didn’t consist of us arguing was a winning situation. At least, then, I showed I cared. But now we weren’t winning at all. How could sleeping be the only peace between us?

  I closed my eyes hoping to go to sleep, but I was restless. I guess I was too tired to sleep. Or maybe my adrenaline was still pumping from the earlier events. The miniblinds were open, and the moon’s luster peeked its way into the room. I opened my eyes to witness it. Everything around me was so quiet and dark. I took in the stillness and turned it into bitterness. How could he sleep?

  I wanted to elbow him. Then he shifted to his back, which made his snoring worse. I considered smothering him with a pillow to shut him up. Then I thought maybe I should show him why he was with me in the first place.

  I turned to face him. I positioned myself beside him with my arm under my head. He did look good. I loved watching him because this was the only time I could see his innocence. I imagined we were content like this all the time. His chest moved up and down, and I wanted to take my hand and rub him gently, but I didn’t want to wake him. Looking down the covers, I saw his dick was erect from his night’s sleep. I immediately got the urge to jump on it. I was becoming aroused. And since I didn’t get what I needed earlier, I considered him the vessel to finish me off. At the same time, a part of me didn’t want to give him something he didn’t appreciate. Of course, as a man, he was going to enjoy our intimate moment, but what about after? Were we supposed to lie here and look up at the ceiling, trying to think of a conversation to have that wouldn’t lead to another argument?

  Then I thought about why we argued and anger consumed me again. Not knowing whether to jump on his dick or cut it off, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. While sipping the liquid, I realized I could do both. Retrieving a knife from the drawer, I went back to the bedroom putting the weapon on the nightstand.

  Once back in bed, I knew what would wake him for sure. I pulled the covers back, knowing he wouldn’t stop me. Jaquon was a heavy sleeper and still a little drunk, but he was familiar with this movement of the covers. Once he realized what I was trying to do, he would be all for it.

  Reaching down into his boxers, I pulled out his erectness. As soon as my warm hand touched it, he sucked in a soothing breath, letting me know he liked what I was doing. He was slowly awakening, and his hand caressed my hair, further letting me know he anticipated my mouth coming in contact with him.

  Brushing his tip against my lips, he lifted his hips to move his dick closer to the entry of my mouth. He gripped my hair tighter before I took him in completely. With each movement up and down, his other hand graced my head, helping me maneuver back and forth on his shaft.

  He called out my name, and I became eager. The more excited he became, the more I enjoyed working him over. I thought about Derrick and thought this should have been him.

  When he whispered he was about to explode, I pulled away. He released my head gently and looked at me with devotion. I gazed at him before climbing on top of him and taking him into my center. Slowly I slid down. His hands gripped my hips until I had all of him within me. He grinded beneath me, and we were making love. Rather, we were having sex.

  I wanted to think this had something to do with love, but my anger only allowed me to see this as two individuals getting together to do something they both enjoyed.

  With each stroke, I got closer to my peak and angrier at myself for doing this. He didn’t deserve this. His hands didn’t deserve to explore my body like this. I leaned forward, wrapping my hands around his throat. His head went deeper into the pillow, allowing me to grip him. I tightened my hold, steadily bouncing up and down on him. The harder I gripped, the harder his strokes deepened.

  I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to release with me. This was something we both loved and being together as long as we were, we knew when the other was coming to that crest. With my body tightening, so did his. Harder! Faster! We moved rhythmically together until our bodies convulsed into ecstasy. I leaned forward letting my body rest on his as my inner walls quaked. I was exhausted and his hands rubbed my back welcoming me.

  Realizing it was back to reality, I sat up looking down at Jaquon. Neither of us said a word. There was that awkwardness I dreaded. He brushed his finger on my face looking sincere, but I couldn’t help but to think this was another one of his tricks. He didn’t love me. I leaned forward and grabbed the knife off the headboard. Coming back up, he didn’t know what was going on until I had the knife’s blade at his dick. He winced at the weapon digging into his tender flesh.

  “I could really hurt you right now,” I said coldly.

  “Kea, what are you doing? I thought—”

  “You thought things were cool between us. No, it’s not. I had the urge, and you were here to scratch it. That’s it.”

  “Baby, please put the knife down,” he pleaded, hoping I wouldn’t cut his world off.

  “Why do you insist in hurting me like you do, Jaquon? What have I ever done to make you hate me?”

  “Baby, I don’t hate you. I love you.”

  “Then why would you hurt the one you love? You keep breaking my heart, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I said irately.

  “Baby, we can get through this,” he pleaded.

  “Can we? Or will you go back to being Jaquon because that’s who you are and you can do anything you want to do? Do you remember telling me that? ‘I’m Jaquon, and I’m not changing for nobody.’”

  “I remember, Kea,” he said lying as still as possible so the blade wouldn’t dig deeper into his precious manhood.

  “You’re listening. I’m proud of you.”

  “I do love you, baby.”

  “Actions speak louder than words. Didn’t your mother ever tell you that?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you still don’t get it. It’s not polite to play with people’s hearts, Jaquon.”

  “I know my actions haven’t shown my sincere love for you, Kea, but I do care about you.”

  I leaned back off of him. His manhood shriveled in fear in my hand, and I began to laugh. Then I pushed the knife deeper into his shaft, watching his face twitch in pain. I kept it there for a minute before lifting both of my hands in the air so he could see I was no longer a threat. Well, maybe I was since I still had the knife in my possession and his chest was fully exposed to possibly getting what was due him. But I smiled and dropped the knife. He jumped, thinking the blade was going to pierce his skin, but it didn’t even prick him. Once he saw it out of my hands, he tossed me off of h
im and jumped to his feet, throwing the knife as far away from me as possible. I sat there smiling.

  “You’re crazy, girl!” he screamed.

  “You made me this way,” I said with a twisted smile on my face.

  “You could have hurt me for real.”

  “You’re okay. There was no harm done,” I said calmly, looking at him hold his dick like he was making sure it was still there.

  “And you wonder why I do what I do.”

  “Watch what you say to me, Jaquon. You never know when I might want to go through with cutting your dick off.”

  Essence

  When I went to retrieve my morning paper, I was greeted with another surprise. I picked it up thinking it was heavier than usual and opened it before taking it into the house. Hitting the ground was a dead rat the size of my hand, with blood covering its fur. I threw the paper on the ground and ran in the house screaming for Zacariah to wake up.

  “Get up! Get up!” I shouted, shaking her as hard as I could. She was a deep sleeper, especially since she kept such late hours. For some reason, this morning, her mouth was swollen. Not worrying about her injuries, I shook her again until she woke up screaming, “What!”

  “You got to get up. Somebody put a dead rat in my newspaper.”

  “Stop playing.”

  “I’m not playing, Zacariah. Get up now and come see this.”

  “I don’t want to see a dead rat.”

  “Zacariah!” I screamed.

  “All right. All right. Damn. You aren’t going to let me sleep until I see what you’re talking about,” she grudgingly said, moving slowly, sliding on her slippers and throwing on her fluffy robe.

  I was waiting outside when she came out there. Wiping the sleep from her eyes and yawning, she looked down.

  “What the hell?”

  “See what I’m saying. Who is doing this to me? First, it was my car, and now, this.”

  “Somebody doesn’t like you.”

  “Duh,” I said.

  “Did this rat have a note?”

  “I didn’t think to check. Once I saw that rat fall out of the newspaper, I was no more good.”

  Zacariah squatted, rummaging through the bloody newspaper. “I don’t see anything.”

  “Look,” I said, pointing at the rat. “It looks like something’s sticking out of its mouth.”

  “And I guess you want me to pull it out?”

  “I can’t do it. I can hardly look at it, let alone touch it.”

  “What makes you think I want to dig in its mouth?”

  “Come on, Zacariah. You’re not squeamish like me.”

  She sighed and with the tip of her fingernail, pulled out a rolled up piece of paper, opened it up, and read it to me.

  “Since you like slumming, I thought I would bring something from home to you.”

  “What does that mean?” Zacariah asked.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You lived in the slums.”

  “If you want to call the projects the slums, then I did.”

  “Did you have rats?”

  “What project didn’t?”

  “Then this is a piece of home,” she said unfazed.

  “I don’t understand why someone is doing this to me.”

  “Somewhere down the line, Essence, you have pissed somebody off. Did you steal somebody’s man? Wait a minute. You’ve done that a few times.”

  “So have you. Why isn’t somebody threatening you?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe this stems from something that happened a long time ago. Essence, I have no clue. Maybe you should call the cops.”

  “Why? So they can do nothing?”

  “It will at least be on record.”

  “That’s true.”

  “And you did take pictures of your car before you got it repaired. Give them all that evidence too.”

  Between the questions and the neighbors looking in dismay, trying to figure out why cops would be questioning me, it only made me feel worse about the situation. Many preferred to find you guilty of a crime than to find out what was going on. Pictures were taken of the rat, and then it was removed from my driveway. I sat on the steps of my entryway and watched.

  “Do you know who could be doing this to you?” the officer asked.

  “No,” I replied looking at him dumbfounded. “If I knew who it was, then I’d be telling you.”

  “Anybody looking to get even?”

  You had to be kidding me. Was he not standing here ten minutes ago when I explained I didn’t know any of these things?

  “What type of questions are these, Officer? You already received the answers,” Zacariah said perturbed at the tall muscular cop with black curly hair. He looked as though he had been on the force one day. You could clearly see he didn’t know what the hell he was doing. I guess if this incident would have happened on the rich side of town, we might have received a seasoned cop who knew what he was doing.

  “Ma’am, please don’t get upset with me,” he said trying to sound important.

  “Why would this situation not warrant her being upset, Officer Perez,” Zacariah said, looking at his badge. “Somebody sent my friend a dead rat and covered her car in grease. Would you be happy about that?” she asked.

  “No, ma’am, but—”

  “But nothing. Are you done, because we got things to do?”

  Officer Perez looked around at his partner who was waiting by his car. He closed his notepad and put it into his shirt pocket.

  “Here’s my card if you need to call. I hope this doesn’t happen again, but in case it does, you’ll have my number,” he said now looking at me in an unprofessional manner.

  Was this man trying to get with me? Is that why he was asking all these stupid questions? I looked at his card, and then looked at him. He walked to his patrol car opening the passenger door. Before climbing in, he turned to look at me one last time, waved, got into the squad car, and pulled off.

  “I know he was not trying to hit on you,” Zacariah said.

  “You got that vibe too?”

  “Yeah, you had his mind so scrambled, he couldn’t do his damn job.”

  “Well, hopefully, I won’t have to call him.”

  “I don’t know, Essence. He might have been lacking in the job skills, but the man was fine. He looked Cuban, and boy, do I love my Cuban men.”

  “What type of man do you not like?”

  “Shut up, Essence. I’m tired of dealing with you and your problems this morning. I’m going to fix me something to eat and get back in bed.”

  “Speaking of problems, by the look of your lip, you had some problems yourself. Who tried to shut your mouth?”

  Zacariah

  Breakfast took no time to throw together. Essence and I were sitting at the dinette table when I decided to explain what happened to me last night. She sat there looking at me with her hand over her mouth, no longer even eating her food.

  She then said, “Kea and Derrick?”

  “Yes,” I said biting into a piece of bacon.

  “They were having sex?”

  “Yes.”

  “You mean buck-naked sex with penetration and everything?”

  “Yes, Essence,” I said almost losing my appetite.

  “Yet you were the one who caught the beat down and not Kea,” she said giggling.

  “It isn’t funny, Essence.”

  “Yes, it is. I can’t believe you let that girl punch you in your face like that. Have you seen your face this morning?”

  “It ain’t nothing a little foundation and lipstick won’t cover up.”

  “I guess you found somebody bigger and badder than you.”

  “Don’t worry. Kea is gonna get what’s coming to her if it’s the last thing I do.”

  “I hope you aren’t going to slash her tires or put sugar in her tank,” she said, stuffing some eggs into her mouth.

  “That’s too simple for her. I’m going to hit her where it hurts.”

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��So ... you and Derrick are officially over,” Essence voiced.

  “That’s what he says.”

  “You know you deserved this, right?”

  “How?”

  “You cheated on Derrick. What better way for karma to come back than you finding him in bed with another woman?”

  “I didn’t deserve this,” I replied sternly.

  “Zacariah, all of this scheming we’ve been doing has finally caught up to both of us.”

  “Except mine is not as serious as yours. Granted, we both got some drama going on, but yours is a bit more serious since you don’t know who’s doing all these nasty things to you. I know who’s making my life a living hell.”

  “True, but Zacariah, we need to stop playing games and grow up. We are getting too old to plot, scheme, and fight. We’re almost thirty. We need to act like we have some sense.”

  “Speak for yourself. I’m still twenty-five.”

  “In your mind,” Essence said.

  “And my body. Look at me. I’m fine.”

  “You all right, but that fineness isn’t going to last forever. You better think about getting a job or go to school or something, because those looks are going to disappear eventually.”

  “As long as I got beauty, I’m going to always snag the rich cuties. And once I have one of them in my life and in my bed, I will not have to want for anything.”

  “You never listen when somebody is trying to give you some sound advice.”

  “Okay Ms. Advice-Giver. How about taking some advice yourself? Leave that low-life Jaquon alone.”

  “I’m going to as soon as I sleep with him a couple more times.”

  “You have let him stimulate your mind to the point of infatuation.”

  “Enough of this playing tit for tat,” she said getting up from the table with her plate and glass in hand.

  “You’re the one who wanted to talk. I guess my words are stepping on your toes.”

  “And I’m getting ready to move my feet,” she said, putting her dishes in the sink and leaving the kitchen.

  I finished my food and thought about how my life had changed so drastically in the past few days. What Essence didn’t know was that no matter how hard I was trying to forget about the images of Derrick and Kea together, I couldn’t. It was seared in my mind. I was hurting from what he did to me, even if I did act like it didn’t bother me. I never thought he would allow another woman to come between us, let alone Kea. He had to really like her to risk his friendship with Jaquon. But after my little revelation, I guess if Jaquon found out about their tryst, it wouldn’t matter since Jaquon had already crossed the line of sleeping with his best friend’s girl too. I could still see the hurt look on Derrick’s face when I told him.