I pulled out. “I need to be inside of you, baby. Bend over the counter.”
Her white saliva drizzled over my head, down my thighs.
Ebony grabbed my shit tight. One hand around the top of the shaft, the other close to my nuts. All at the same time she bobbed up and down sucking my dick real hard while her hands rotated in opposite directions the way I loved it.
She was determined to make me bust. I was struggling not to.
Up. Down. Round. Round. She started going faster.
“Stop,” I insisted.
The sensation was incredible, but I wanted to bang my balls against her ass. Punish her for being disobedient. I pictured her in the lingerie she’d worn for yesterday’s shoot.
Slowing her pace, her hands and mouth were still in the same rotation. I exhaled.
Gradually she increased the pace. A little faster. Faster. Before I knew it I was gripping the back of her head ready to cum down her throat this time.
I curled my fingers tighter wanting to pull her hair, but I knew not to do that shit. This was why no matter if Dev found out about my side I couldn’t leave Ebony alone. Hell, Dev wrote the script; she knew how sides got down. Watching Ebony made me come close to firing off on her tonsils. Ebony giving oral looked and felt amazing.
Oh, shit!
My back arched. This time I needed something to hold on to. My head and shoulders twisted to the left, then right. Her head moved left, then right.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “I’m about to cum. Aw. Fuck.” My toes raised higher and higher, then pointed to the floor.
She was in fifth gear. I saw my cum splatter all over her face. She caught some of the whiteness in her mouth. I watched her swallow.
I was ready to collapse. Cuming for me standing up was much more intense than lying down.
Softly she fingered my limp dick. Planted kisses on the head, then stood. “I gotta get up early, my babe.”
Nya started crying.
Damn. I pulled up my pants, stuffed my chopper inside my boxer briefs, snatched up my zipper. Ebony stepped out of her thong, straightened her dress, her hair, then went upstairs.
“Come here, sweetheart,” I said, picking up my little girl. “You just had a bad dream. That’s all. Look, I was fixing you something to eat.”
I opened the box of chicken fingers. Put one on a plate with the yellow honey mustard sauce.
Nya shook her head. “I don’t want that.” She cried loud. “Where’s Mommy? Where’s Grandma?”
I checked my cell. It was midnight. No text or missed call from Dev. I picked up Nya, carried her to my car, and took my baby home.
CHAPTER 33
Spencer
“Have you ever had an HIV test, dude?”
LB’s whole face squinted. “Nah. What made you ask me that?”
I printed the tabs for my last remaining customers. “Been thinking about all the females I hit it raw with. You know Charlotte was cheating on me and shit. Sure she didn’t make ole dude wrap his shit up.”
LB’s eyes shifted several times. “I stroked a few females without protection, but I think I’m cool. I only get down with the decent ones like Alexis.” He stood tall; stuck out his chest. “If I had it, I’d know because whenever my dick doesn’t feel right, I can tell.”
He was trippin’ just like me. I dropped the real on him. “Alexis was the one who asked me to take the test.”
My boy stepped away, mixed a lemon drop, placed it at the hell well, came back to me. “You said you didn’t hit that.”
“No, you said you never hit it raw.”
LB’s jaws sunk in tight. He left again. Did setups, closed out tabs, started new ones. The next six cocktails he mixed were shaken extra hard. Martini glass filled to the rim, spilled over.
I did the same at the opposite end, except I wasn’t over pouring my drinks. The finest feline, badder than Ebony, sat at the bar. Neither one of us Morse code her.
My boy cornered me. My butt was up against the ice drawer.
“So what you sayin’, Spence? You did my girl? Thought you said she was your sister.”
I hadn’t planned on this convo evolving from a simple question, but that was how shit always jumped off. Especially in my relays. One minute Charlotte and I could be having the best time ever. Then she read a text on my cell or ole boy’s picture would pop up in her Insta feed. Next thing I’d be cursing her out or she’d be breaking my expensive glasses, plates, and bowls. She didn’t care. I should’ve downgraded to plasticware.
“Nah, man. She just asked me some shit that had me reflecting. Thought I’d ask you, bruh. You seem the type that would get tested on a regular. I was coming to you so you could let me know what to expect.”
Overkill was on the border of my tongue. I had to stop there. LB knew me well enough to detect when I overexplained things, I was straight lying.
Hadn’t exactly lied to my boy, though. Would never tell him the truth about doing my sister. What difference was his knowing going to make?
LB walked away. I picked up credit cards and cash, closed out all of the requests. I covered LB’s too. Wasn’t sure where he’d gone. It was almost midnight. I was ready to get out of here.
Looking at the gorgeous chick at the bar made me think about the day I got with Ebony and Buster. Ebony was a straight freak. Called me over earlier. Her husband wasn’t home. Soon as I rang her bell she rang mine. The front door was barely closed before she had my dick in her mouth. That was a wild female.
She begged me to make her squirt across the room again. Spraying didn’t work all the time unless the feline was a natural. Now I could get any pussy wet once I found and fingered her G-spot the right way. Most dudes were too lazy to put in the work, but they claimed they wanted to make their girl squirt. I wasn’t special. That was like a dude claiming he wanted to drive, but he didn’t know how to accelerate. I educated myself on several positions and techniques. We had fun with my trying to get Ebony to water faucet. She came at least five times before I pulled out.
Seeing how situations went ham with my sister when Alexis didn’t know who the father of her miscarried baby was, I wasn’t aiming to have a married woman carry my child. We used condoms. All of them. I had three gold packets in my pocket when I’d showed up at Ebony’s front door.
Maybe I should give Fabulous a ring. Nah, it was too late. I’d check on her tomorrow. Hadn’t heard from her. Hope we were still cool at a minimum.
“You fucking liar, man!”
Wham!
A blow to the back of my head sent me flying to the hell well. I knocked over what was the last round of drinks. My face was on the wooden counter. Fast as I could, I turned around.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?”
LB picked up an open bottle of red wine. Started dousing me like I was a lil bitch. Throwing the bottle in the trash, he swung at me.
I wasn’t trying to do this but the choice was, whup his ass or let him whup mine. I squared my boy dead on his chin. Knocked him flat on his back.
He looked up at me. Staring at his ass, I moonwalked, spun around, hiked up my pants, kicked one leg in the air. Chris Tucker style from Rush Hour, then pointed at my boy. Since half the people at the bar had their cell phones directed at us, I figured I’d give them a show to play it off before our manager Derrick showed up.
“Alexis wanted you to take an HIV test because she had one. You did her, Spence. All I asked was for you not to do this one and you lied to me. What the fuck were her results, man?”
I extended my hand to help LB up. Didn’t matter what she told him. “I didn’t lie to you.”
“Don’t touch me, bruh,” LB said, standing up. He brushed off his pants.
Derrick rushed toward us. “What the hell is going on?!”
LB stared at me. “I’m done with that bitch! I’d better not see her anywhere I swear! I’m done with your conniving ass, too, Spence. And I’m done with this job. I quit!”
I watched my only re
al friend storm out the restaurant. He was justified. If I couldn’t be loyal to LB, how was I ever going to commit to a woman?
Derrick said, “Spencer. Leave. Now.”
Wasn’t sure if I was fired, but I headed for the front door. Chilling on the bench outside, I texted Alexis, Where are you?
She texted back, Leaving Brio. Why?
I hit her with, Stay there. Order me a shot of Avión tequila. Make that a double. I’ll be there in less than 5.
Brio was a block away from where we lived. Less than a mile and half from Lenox Square Mall. Didn’t want to have a convo with my sis at her place or mine. Needed two doubles. I’d hit LB up in the morning. Boys don’t end friendships over vaginas.
Derrick probably wasn’t going to fire either of us, but we might get suspended. Maybe not even that. LB and I both had regular customers. Derrick had told us sometimes they leave if neither LB nor I was working the bar. That was because we over poured every cocktail.
The valet attendant at Brio wasn’t at the stand. I self-parked up front, strolled toward the entrance. Wasn’t expecting to see her coming out. My jaw dropped. Lips parted.
“Hey. Blake. You look nice. How are you?” I asked, opening my arms for a hug.
Blake said, “She’s inside.” Then she walked past me.
Mercedes commented, “Great job, Mom,” without acknowledging me. What had I done to her?
“Stay on your side of the bed,” Sandara told me.
I stood there waiting for Devereaux to throw her handful of salt into my open wound. She twisted her lips, rolled her eyes, then followed her mom.
Valet dude pulled up, the doors flew straight up. Blake got in her red Ferrari and drove off.
Guess there was no need to call her ever. But I had to. Even if it was over, I didn’t want Blake to be mad at me. She looked edible. Entering the restaurant, Alexis was sitting at a high, round table in the corner near the flat-screen television.
“What’s up, Spencer?” she asked. All-white everything. Purse. Halter short dress. Shoes.
“What’s the deal on this test situation?”
“Chick, my bad. I left you hangin’. There was so much going on today. As you can see my fam met up.”
Interrupting her, I asked, “The results were?”
She laughed. Wasn’t shit funny to me. I needed to hear her say it.
“Non-reactive, man.”
I exhaled, downed my double tequila in one swallow. “You want something?”
“I’m chill,” she said. “We been sipping the last few hours.”
Sitting on the stool next to her, I said, “Give me the rundown.”
Guess since she was HIV free, I was too. I did hit Charlotte after I’d seen her out with old dude, which was after I’d smashed my sister. Damn. Just to be sure, I had to let ’em draw blood. Had to get my own stats.
“I’ma get tested, too, Sis.”
“That’s what’s up. James pulled one over on me. He wasn’t solely concerned about whether I was disease free. What he really wanted to know was, was I pregnant.”
“Well, we know what those results were.”
“Right. But here’s the deal. I told my family tonight that I lost the baby, but now I’m pregnant by James.”
I rattled my head.
“James and I fucked all weekend. I’m not sure that I am, but I might be. I don’t want a kid by some random. I mentioned the money to my people too.”
“You shouldn’t have, Sis. Peeps look at you different when you come up overnight. That’s why I keep my financial stats on ice with these females.”
“Like you shouldn’t have told LB about my HIV test. Got that fool calling and texting me like a maniac.”
“What did you tell him?” I was curious as to did she tell him that I’d hit it.
She shook her head. “He’s irrelevant. Banking the two point five mil is my focus. If I’m not pregnant, you’re my plan B.”
“Whoa.” I told my sis, “That’s not going to work under any circumstance.”
“You owe me.”
“For what?” I asked.
Alexis picked up her purse, stood, stared me in my eyes. “I’m not asking you to get me pregnant, chick. You have to find James’s replacement.”
She kissed me on the lips, then left.
CHAPTER 34
Blake
“What are you wearing?”
I hated when men asked me that over the phone. Prayed he didn’t ask me to FaceTime. My intent was to call Bing and tell him good night. It was late. I was tired. My feet ached. My bathtub was filled with warm water and bubbles.
I missed my Yorkie. He was still at Sandara’s with the kids. We’d be okay. I’d decided to let Max stay with Sandara for one week provided her work schedule permitted. Mercedes was her backup. Alexis could only take care of herself. Devereaux was too busy. Once I was comfortable with my corporate schedule, I’d set up Max’s space in my new place.
I told Bing, “I’m going to put you on speaker if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. How’d dinner with Devereaux go?”
Folding a plush white towel, I placed it on the side of the tub, cradled my cell into the slit with the speaker outward.
“She’s got a lot going on. All of my girls do. I’m staying out of their business.”
Seeing Spencer show up to meet Alexis, I was over it. Done with him. He didn’t seriously expect me to hug him. Quietly, I eased into my big spa tub. There were lots of fond memories of Spencer and me here.
“Smart choice. Glad I don’t have those concerns.”
Wanted to say me too. Didn’t want Bing to think I wouldn’t accept his kids and their problems, but he didn’t have any.
“Are you sure you don’t want kids?”
He laughed. “I’m a bit selfish with my time. No. I don’t think men should father children unless they’re willing to become a full-time dad. Child support. Fighting for custody. Children didn’t deserve that. Being responsible, using protection, that’s the easy part.”
Didn’t want to soak in the bad decisions I’d made. I changed the subject. I asked, “What are you wearing?” I felt his energy. “Let me guess. A smile.”
“That, and aqua blue boxer briefs.”
“And?”
“Soon as you tell me what you’re wearing, I might not have on anything at all.”
No he didn’t flip it to me. “I have to admit, I’m not good at phone sex.” In my sexiest voice, I spoke real soft. “I’m relaxing in my tub big enough for two with my erect nipples poking through the bubbles.”
“Oh, really?” he moaned.
“Yes, I wish you were here with us.”
“Us?”
“Yes, my pussy is calling . . . Bing.”
“You’re a good liar, Blake. My manhood is swollen. Circle the tip of your finger around your areola without touching your nipple.”
“Okay.” I did. It felt good. I moaned a little.
“That’s it. Now real slow, slide your other hand down the side of your body, to your thigh, bring your hand to your inner thigh. Pause for me. I’m imagining my bald eagle’s head is surfacing to the top of the suds parting the bubbles between your breasts. Kiss it for me.”
“Huh?”
“Blake?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I dozed off. Told you I wasn’t good at this.”
“I’m going to let you get some rest. To be continued. Give me a call when you have time.”
I really was exhausted. I got out of the tub. My doorbell rang.
It definitely wasn’t Bing. Wrapping a towel around my body, I trailed water to my bedroom. I got my gun, went downstairs.
“I can hear you. Blake, it’s Spencer. Please. Let me in.”
CHAPTER 35
Ebony
#Amped #LoveMe #HateMe #SSCATL #iamebonywaterhouse
“And . . . action!”
I lived for this moment to be back in the #spotlight. I was nervous when I arrived on set. The brand-new st
udio spread over four hundred acres. The interior of each home was decorated to fit our personalities. As it should be, I had the #mostfabulous #mansion. West-Léon and I were being filmed first for episode one.
I opened my front door. Smiled. Gave West-Léon a juicy kiss, then let him in. My designer black low-rise fitted pants highlighted my big booty and exposed my belly button. The black long-sleeved blouse had a sexy V to show off my cleavage. Diamond pendant necklace sparkled. Six #realblackdiamondstuds, three in each ear, signified I was that #BitchwithBands. Fire-engine red lipstick complemented my long, wavy blond hair. Devereaux had the hair stylist blend a few clips of cotton-candy pink throughout to give me a signature #sweetcandy look.
I loved it!
“Guess what I have for us,” West-Léon said, entering as he waved a piece of paper.
Playfully, I tried to grab it. Quickly he pulled it away, kissed me again. “You are going to love me for this, my babe.”
Hearing West-Léon call me “my babe” felt natural. Dressed in a pair of relaxed jeans, a tapered cropped sleeved black T-shirt that hugged his abs, and square-toed leather shoes, he wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me up, then swung me in a circle.
“Who’s the man?”
Landing on my seven-inch stilets, I gave West-Léon a loving look. “What is it, my babe?” I asked playfully.
“Can’t tell you. Grab your purse. Let’s go.”
“You know how I hate surprises.” I picked up my purse, followed him outside.
Trés called, “Cut!” Then said, “From the top.”
We ran that scene three more times before moving on to the next. I had my hair and makeup retouched each time. West-Léon had his refreshed too.
The next scene we were standing in front of my place as a white Rolls Royce entered the driveway.
A chauffeur opened the back door on the passenger side. I stared at West-Léon.
“What are you up to?”
“I can’t tell you. Get in.”
The driver entered onto Interstate 75 south. When he stopped we were in front of ticketing at Hartsfield International.
I was not happy. I scooted away from West-Léon, pressed my back to the door. “You should’ve checked with me. I can’t go out of town, West-Léon. I have an event to attend tomorrow. Where’s your main girl?”
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