Belinda bit back a laugh as she walked alongside them.
“Everyone this is Belinda Moore, my wife’s closest friend.” Julio stopped short of Cherise’s chair and began introductions. Belinda nodded and hoped she remembered the names of the husbands of the women she had already met. She wondered at the coldness in Julio’s voice when he introduced Red and then Cherise’s husband, Ross. Smoke, the only other black male in the room beside Tex, got a warm introduction, while Frank’s intro was indifferent. Whoever said it’s not what is said, it’s how you say it that’s important, hit the jackpot. Julio wore a pleasant face but made it clear that he didn’t care one way or another about a couple of his guests.
When they went to dinner, Red, Ross, and their wives sat at the opposite end from Julio and Pam. Belinda sat next to Tex, who kept up a funny dialog throughout their meal. When dinner was over, she headed for Denise and Cherise. Whatever was going on between them and Julio was not her battle or business. Besides, Pam wanted everyone to make up, have fun, and she was here to help her friend.
“Denise, when we met the last time I didn’t know you were married to Red.” She embraced the woman, earning a smile from Red, who then strode off toward Ross and Smoke.
“I know, right. Small world.” Denise leaned forward and whispered. “Girl…you got the twins, double trouble. I envy you all that luscious-ness.”
Belinda laughed. “So if I put them in the ring and we have a battle of smackably delicious beefcakes, you’re saying I’d win?”
Denise laughed, drawing attention. “Nope. Red still wins hands down, but I’d love to see that contest.”
“What contest?” Veronique asked as she and Cherise joined them.
“Well, Denise is under the misconception that her husband has the most delectable ass in the room. I disagree. Donnie can take him in a heartbeat, Blaine would be overkill and make Red cry.”
Veronique covered her mouth while choking and coughing.
Cherise laughed and looked over her shoulder at the men who were on the other side of the room watching them.
Pam and Vianca strolled over, grinning. “I see that wicked gleam in Belinda’s eyes, so I know whatever you guys are talking about is wild,” Pam said, taking a sip from her glass.
“What?” Belinda tried to sound innocent. “I was just suggesting a simple contest.”
Vianca frowned. “Contest?”
“Yes,” Denise said, holding in her laughter. “For which man has the most smackable ass. She thinks her twins have it hands down.”
“No, sorry Belinda, you’re wrong.” Vianca shook her head and set her hand on her hip. “Smoke has it hands down. Just look at him. See the high curve and the way his pants fit. White boys' flat asses can’t compare.”
They all turned and looked at the men who had started talking to one another. “Damn, she has a point,” Veronique murmured.
Cherise and Denise nodded as well. “I told Red to do a few more squats, that always blows my ass up,” Denise said, chuckling.
“Well, my man’s not white and is still in the running,” Pam said with a laugh.
“Maybe, but who’s going to test it? I’ll be a judge if you and Vianca want to go give your men a nice swat,” Belinda said, smiling.
The look of horror Pam sent her had all of them laughing. The guys stopped talking and stared at them. Julio stepped forward, which made them laugh harder.
“We’re going into the den, baby,” Pam said while trying to stop laughing and backing up at the same time.”
Frowning, Julio nodded slowly and watched as all six women left the room. Once they reached the den, they exploded in laughter again.
“Girl, you should’ve seen your face when I said go smack his ass,” Belinda said, pointing at Pam.
“It was priceless,” Denise said, slumping in the chair and holding her stomach.
“I thought you were going to throw up,” Cherise said, as she tried to catch her breath. “You looked ill.”
Vianca nodded. “She got you good with that one.”
“Yeah, but can you imagine the look on Julio’s face if she had done it?” Veronique asked.
They all broke out laughing again.
Belinda and Pam gazed at each with a small smile. Pam nodded, mission accomplished, the men were talking, and they were having fun. It was all good.
Chapter 20
Belinda eased onto the highway after the dinner party, still chuckling over some of the more outrageous comments Red had made when they were all reunited with the men. Abe was right, Red was funny. Add Denise to the mix and they had everyone laughing so hard, tears pooled in her eyes. Even Julio relaxed and threw in a few raunchy comments, causing everyone to laugh even more. She had no idea Pam’s husband had a coarse side, but he showed it tonight, to the point he stood next to Smoke for an impromptu ass-smacking contest. Pam’s hesitation to pop his ass in front of them served to make his comments cruder. She laughed in remembrance of Pam’s tiny taps and Vianca’s much louder smacks on Smokes backside. After Smoke teased Julio about his flat ass, Pam got into the spirit of the competition, which ended as a tie.
As she turned onto the road leading to her home, her phone beeped. She grabbed her cell and looked at the screen. She had four missed texts and two missed calls. Scared of what the text messages said, she held the phone on her lap until she pulled into the driveway. Inhaling deeply, she turned the phone over and read each text.
“Mr. Moore is awake and asking for you.” She read the nurse’s first text and smiled.
“Mom, granddaddy is awake and he’s talking a little bit. He asked me who I was and smiled when I said, I’m your grandson. Dad and I are at the house now.” Abe and Donnie must have returned earlier than they planned, she wondered what happened. Donnie had said they might spend the night in Detroit.
“I introduced granddaddy to my dad, I don’t think he likes him.” She frowned. “What would make Abe think that?”
“Mom, answer your phone.” She chuckled, sensing his aggravation at her missing both of his calls. Relieved, she stepped out her car and headed inside, eager to see her father. When she entered the living area the first person she saw was Donnie sprawled on the couch. She stopped and stared at him dozing with the TV on in the background. Moving closer, she placed her purse near his feet. A pang of loneliness hit her. Soon both sets of twins would be leaving for Pennsylvania. Seeing him on the couch in her living room seemed right, homey. If only… she turned and headed for her father’s room, leaving her hopes behind.
The nurse was checking his blood pressure. From the doorway he looked asleep and she hated she wasn’t here when he'd asked for her. Then he turned his head in her direction and their gazes met. She moved swiftly to the bed without releasing his gaze.
“Daddy?” Her voice shook a bit but she couldn’t hide her relief at seeing him awake.
“Hi cupcake. Glad you’re here. Looks like you were right, I can feel my legs and should start therapy soon.” He lifted his hand and she took it. “Thank you for coming…I’m surprised you came.”
She squeezed his hand. “When Chucky called and said you were asking for me to come help you, I had to come.”
“Chucky? Chucky called you?”
She pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat. This was the first time since she’d been here that they’d talked about anything other than his health. The condition of his back, coupled with arthritis, kept him doped up on pain medication. There wasn’t a lot that could be done about the arthritis or his twisted fingers, but the surgery should alleviate the pain in his back and allow him to walk a bit.
“Yes. He said he couldn’t come and you didn’t want to go into a home. Then he told me you wanted me to come.” Basically her brother had said it was her turn to care for their father since he had put his life on hold to help with their mother. He acted as if she had been missing in action by her own choice. When she reminded him that their mother had forbid her to come home, he downplayed it.
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nbsp; “That was years ago, I can’t believe you’re still holding that against her. She never said anything about you.”
His callous words hurt more than he could imagine. How could a mother not say anything about her absent child? Furthermore, how could a mother never want to see her grandchildren?
“That asshole!”
Her head snapped up as she stared down seeing him glare at the ceiling. “What?”
“I never told him that. I asked him a few questions, told him a few things, he…” He inhaled and then looked at her with sad eyes. “We need to talk, but the medication is making me sleepy. Tomorrow cupcake. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
She nodded but remained seated, holding his hands until he fell asleep. Once he was out of it she left his room and bumped into Abe, who walked with her into the living room.
“You talked to him?” Abe tipped his chin in the direction of her father’s room.
She nodded. “Yeah. Felt good to see him alert and able to feel his toes.”
“You’re awake,” Abe said to Donnie, who lay still watching them.
“Yeah. You wore me out with all that walking around today.” Yawning, he sat up and stretched. His tee-shirt pulled across his muscular chest and made her mouth water. Donnie caught her gaze and winked.
Her face warmed and she turned toward Abe, who was still talking. “So Dad, you’ll be here for breakfast in the morning?”
She frowned, wondering what she had missed. “Huh?”
Abe looked at her with a guilty smile. “I kinda invited dad to spend the night here, thought it’d be nice to wake up with both my mom and dad in the house.” He paused and looked at Donnie before returning to meet her surprised gaze. “Plus this way you’ll be here in the morning when granddaddy wakes up.”
Her cheeks were on fire now at her son’s implication. She had tried to be quiet the nights she returned home from spending hours with Donnie and Blaine at their hotel. Obviously her nosy son knew all along.
“Brat.” She swatted him on the arm, watching as he ducked before she could land another blow.
Abe laughed and ran down the hall toward his room. “Night Mom, Dad,” he said giddily before he stopped and stared at her. “I never thought I’d say that.” He shook his head and walked off.
“Why do I feel as if I was just out-maneuvered by a sixteen-year-old?” she asked Donnie, who stood and pulled her back against him.
“Because you were. He’s been talking about this all day, surprised me at first. But when he asked me to stay the night, I knew he was serious.” He brushed his cheek alongside her face. “Plus, there is no bed I’d rather sleep in than yours.”
Thinking of her dad, she hesitated. Was she ready to do this? His palm splayed across her belly and eased her closer to his hard-on.
“But if my staying makes things awkward for you, I won’t. I’ll just hold you a little longer and go back to the hotel,” he said as he rubbed his dick against her hips.
“Awkward?” She rolled the word around on her tongue. “No, not that. A little embarrassed my son knows I’ve been having sex with his dad and uncle.” She shrugged trying to play it off. “But other than that… I’m good.”
Donnie spun her around and glared at her. “I’m in love with you, so is Blaine. What we have is special. It’s not a joke, not for us. We want to spend every night and day with you and our sons. Be a family. We’re ready to do that, the boys are ready to do that. The only one not on board is you.” He paused, pulled her close, and held her tight. “We need you, all of us, and we want you to come with us to Pennsylvania.”
Her heart squeezed at the longing she heard in his voice. To be a family with the men she loved seemed like a fairy tale ending. Were they talking marriage or shacking up? What about Abe and Adam, would their last names change? She was sure they would.
“You have people who live with you, depend on you to take care of them. How would that work with the boys moving in?” she asked with her face resting on his chest. She wasn’t ready to look at him, not yet.
“I explained my lifestyle to Abe already, he had a lot of questions and I answered them. One thing I won’t do is lie to him, I need him to know he can trust me even when it makes me uncomfortable.”
Belinda sighed. She wouldn’t have exposed her sons to their father’s world, not yet. But they were almost seventeen and would be visiting soon, so in a way it was better that they not be blindsided. Besides, she never had the impression either Donnie or Blaine were embarrassed by the manner in which they lived. The three of them had spent hours talking about it and she had to admit, what they did to her in the bedroom kept things fresh and exciting.
“I suppose Blaine told Adam?”
“Yeah, they’ve been talking about it quite a bit.” He paused.
She looked up, and caught his gaze. “What? What happened?”
“Nothing happened. Blaine says Adam is a natural Dom. He’s nurturing and mule-headed.”
“Adam?” She shook her head trying to imagine her son in that role and couldn’t. “I don’t know how I feel about that. He’s too young.”
Donnie nodded. “That’s what his dad told him, but he promised to answer all of his questions and teach him after he graduated high school if he was still interested.”
Belinda released a breath. “I don’t want him chasing after another call on his life. He should be dating girls, going to parties, having fun.”
“Like Abe?”
She stilled at the low tenor of his voice. “No, not like Abe. Like most teenage boys.”
“Adam is himself and as long as he’s content, it should be okay. He doesn’t like to play sports, or hang out at dances. I think when he’s ready he’ll start dating, but he may never do all those things you think he should.”
When he had started talking, she’d bristled at what she deemed his criticizing her. But the more she listened the more she realized he was right. She’d once told Adam to stop comparing himself to Abe, was she guilty of doing the same thing? Lord, she hoped not.
Instead of answering, she nodded as she thought the matter through. “It’s good having someone else around to help with the boys. You and Blaine bring a different perspective to their problems and I appreciate it.”
He nodded against her head. “He’s my son, I missed his early years. I don’t want to miss another day.” He slapped her ass. “Am I staying or leaving?”
She rubbed against his long thick cock. “Oh you are definitely staying.” She backed away from him, took his hand, led him to her bedroom, and locked the door.
Chapter 21
Donnie watched his lady pull him into her bedroom with a lazy grin. He and Abe had visited three campuses today and he had been exhausted until Lindy walked in the front door. Everything inside him stood at attention when she stared down at him on the sofa. He’d hoped she’d join him. But when Abe repeated his request that he stay overnight and have breakfast with them in the morning, he thought he would fall out laughing at the look of surprise on her face. She actually thought her sons didn’t know she’d been spending her late nights with him and Blaine. Abe told him that when they were young, he and Adam always waited up for her to come home and never got out of that habit.
“Come here,” she said in a husky voice that went straight to his groin. When he reached her, she turned around. “Unzip me.”
He nodded and pulled the zipper down, slowly enjoying the slow reveal of her silky skin. His mouth watered to taste her, but he waited to see what she would do next.
She stepped forward and wiggled out of her dress.
“Damn, Lindy,” he whispered reverently as his fingertips touched her lacy caramel thong and matching bra. He kissed the peaks of her breasts and pressed his face into her cleavage, breathing long and hard. Her taut nipples peeked at him and he moved forward to latch on. Her breath hitched as he pushed both breasts together trying to put them in his mouth. The scent of her arousal inflamed him.
Hungry and impatient, he grip
ped her hips and pushed her back onto the bed. She scooted to the center of the mattress, pulling him along. Inching forward, his fingers slipped between the material of her thong, toying with her natural hair first, earning him a slap on the head when he pulled too hard. Chuckling at her attempt to move away, he held her in place with one hand as his fingers made their way to her wet lips.
She arched against him, widening her legs and pulling him closer. He smiled, pleased he affected her this way. There was so much he wanted to do to her, but seeing her in that scanty lace revved his engine and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. He needed to bring her up to speed so he could be inside her.
His hand lay on top of her mound beneath her thong. Considering what she liked, he eased two fingers into her sex. Hearing her moan of satisfaction, he then worked her swollen clitoris, holding her down as she bucked beneath his hand. His fingers stroked the full length of her sex, using her juices for natural lubrication. She was drenched and gasping for more. Watching the nectar drip from between her legs teased him to the point he knew he had to taste her now. He hooked his fingers and exited.
“Oh sheeeit,” she moaned as her walls flexed around his questing fingers. He pulled out his digits, ignoring her complaints, and licked them clean. Her flavor exploded on his taste buds.
“So good. That’s good pussy, baby,” he said softly before his mouth replaced his fingers. Her hand tightened in his hair, but it was a good sting. Her grunts and moans, even her grinding her sweetness into his face, all testified that he pleased her. And that was the most important thing to him.
He continued licking and sucking, drawing out more of her juices.
“More, I need more,” she gasped as he twirled his tongue on her clit.
Her need ignited his. Immediately he rose, licked her juices from his face, and slid into her with one deep thrust. Home, he thought as her tight walls throbbed around him. He fought to remain still, to give them both time to adjust. But his lady wasn’t having that.
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