by T. Styles
“Don’t say that.” His neck corded. “Never feel sorry for me.”
“Then what can I do?” I paused. “I mean, did you tell, Denim?”
“No…you’re the only one I told. And I don’t know why I revealed all this to you…except that being with you is so easy.”
I looked into his eyes and this time I didn’t look away. Something was happening between us that I wasn’t prepared for or could deny. Suddenly I wanted to kiss him and to be there for him. Kinda like returning the favor. Not just because he wanted me but also because I desired to.
So I eased on top of him, looked down into his eyes and kissed him passionately. For five minutes our lips locked and I couldn’t get over how soft his lips were. How strong his fingers felt as they traced along my back. Since we were straddling I could feel his dick getting stiffer and I wanted him deep inside of me.
“Let me feel you, Race,” he said softly. “Please.”
I kissed him again and suddenly his stiff dick was inside of me. He was bigger than Ramirez but my body warmed to him within seconds. Like candle wax to fire slowly I melted into his flesh.
I was home in his arms.
With him inside of me.
How is this possible?
Before long we were fucking passionately in the movie room and I was in ecstasy.
Is this what Scarlett and Ramirez felt?
CHAPTER TWENTY
BELIEVE & TREASURE
Believe stood in front of the mirror brushing her long hair while Treasure stood next to her doing the same, imitating her every move. “He seemed to like you a lot,” Believe said proudly to her daughter. “That means you’re using more of the skills I taught you. When you finally get a husband you won’t be able to keep him away from you. And that’s the goal to keep the money rolling in.”
Treasure smiled and placed her gold chain around her neck that had a small heart dangling at the crease of her breasts. “So what now, mother?”
“Well, tonight I want you to go to him alone and serve him again. The next day it will be all me. Together we will have him wrapped around our diamond iced fingers.”
“Mother, I can’t believe how much fun I had.” Treasure said grinning as she walked over to the edge of her bed and flopped down. She grabbed the pink pillow on the bed, held it to her heart and smiled. “I can see why Bambi likes him so much. He’s perfect in every way. Did you see his face? I loved looking at—”
Believe turned around, rushed up to Treasure and smacked her so hard her neck twisted. “Why are we doing this?” When Treasure didn’t respond she grew louder. “Why we fucking doing all of this? Why are we in this house?” Whenever Believe yelled she looked like a monster and this always scared the fuck out of Treasure.
She had to answer carefully.
Holding the side of her face she searched her mind and said, “We’re doing this to get revenge for what Bambi did to our family. We are here to make her pay.”
“Exactly! It is not your place to guess what Bambi sees in him. It’s not your place to enjoy him either. He is nothing more than bait in the scheme of things and you must always remember it less you will lose your mind with men. Just like he fucked us with no problem he’d do the same thing to you if you somehow convinced him to leave Bambi. Don’t be so enamored with cumming. I taught you how to do it yourself.”
“I’m sorry, mother. I was foolish and I’m so glad you smacked me so that I could see the error of my ways.”
“Sorry is not a trait that suits us either. Just remain smart, Treasure. Am I clear?”
“I will never forget again,” She said. “I promise, mother.”
When there was a knock at the door Believe lowered down to her and whispered, “That’s probably him. He enjoyed himself so much the other night that he wants more.” She grinned. “We must be prepared to satisfy all of his needs until my plan kicks into the next level.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Now go see if it’s him.”
Believe stroked her long hair once more before Treasure opened the door. It was Mr. Kennedy himself. “Can I come inside?” Kevin asked with his hands tucked in his back pockets. “It shouldn’t take long.”
“Sure,” Treasure smiled before backing up. “Come inside. Please.”
Kevin walked deeper into the room and closed the door behind himself. “How are the accommodations?” he asked as if he didn’t lick both of their pussies a day ago. “Are you both comfortable?”
Believe walked over to him and stood in front of his tall frame. “Kevin, we are adults here so there’s no need to be creative in your reasoning for visiting. Now tell me what you really want.” She stroked his dick once. “Whatever it is, we can take care of—”
He pushed her hand away and frowned. “I came by to say we can’t get down like that no more. I was wrong and I’m taking the blame. I had some shit going on and I let the moment get away from me. But it won’t happen again.”
Believe glared at him because she hadn’t expected his response. She and Treasure did world-class work on his body and she figured he’d be begging for more not cutting her off. What bothered her more was that Treasure stood next to her witnessing her failure.
“What won’t happen again, Mr. Kennedy?” Believe said softly. “The fact that you had your dick in my mouth or my child’s? What exactly are you referring to?”
Kevin shuffled. “Listen, I know it was fucked up but—”
“No, let me tell you what we’re going to do…you’re going to continue to satisfy me and in return we are going to continue to satisfy you. This will go on as long as I see fit. In other words, when I say stop. Not you.”
His nostrils flared. “You not listening.” He clenched his fists. “What we did the other night ain’t happening no more.” He pointed at the door. “It was a mistake and I don’t repeat mistakes. Now you’re welcome to stay here but—”
“How long have you been married?” Believe asked smoothly. “I mean I’ve seen you with your wife. You two have a bond and so it must have been for a long time. I see how you handle her in her drunkenness.”
Kevin moved so close she could not walk around him if she tried. “I’d advise you not to threaten me with my wife again, bitch. Don’t let my hospitality confuse you.”
“Threaten you?” Believe giggled. “Who’s threatening you? I’m just asking a question.”
“How long I been married to my wife ain’t none of your business. Now like I said, what happened between us will never go down again. You can stay here for a few more days but whether Abd is dealt with or not I want you out at that time.” He turned to walk away.
“I’m not done with you, Kevin Kennedy. Don’t turn your back on me because I’m not your precious wife. Besides, there’s something more you must see. I’m sure you’ll find it very interesting.”
Kevin stopped walking. “What you talking about?”
“See, I forgot to tell you that I’m a freak. It’s not enough for me to relive the best moments in my mind. I have to see them on repeat visually. That way I can preserve it for a lifetime.”
“Are you gonna stop fucking around and tell me what’s up?”
“I taped you.” She giggled. “Correction, I taped the three of us.”
Kevin rushed up to her and wrapped his hands around her throat. He squeezed so hard he saw her eyes redden. He resigned to killing her and explaining to Sarge later when Treasure hit him in the head with a glass. In slight pain he released Believe allowing her to catch some quick breaths before smacking Treasure to the floor.
When Believe dropped to catch some air he dropped down to confront her. “Where is it?”
“Where is what?”
“The TAPE BITCH! STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH ME!” He rose to his feet.
“That tape is some place safe. Don’t worry; I’m not interested in anybody seeing it for now. But I will tell you what I want. To keep your secret.”
“What the fuck is that?” he clenched his fists.
“This not about no money, bitch,” Kevin said. “I know it’s not. Sarge is well off by fucking with us. So what you really want from me?”
She laughed. “You’re right. It’s not only about money but it’s a start. The rest of my reasons are private. Now like I said, I will give you the overseas account information. After that, we’ll talk about what else I need from you at that time. Not before.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
RACE
My New Friend had been hitting me up nonstop but I wasn’t interested anymore. Too much was going on in my life for experimental relationships. Drake’s motto, No New Friends silently played in my mind.
Besides, something I couldn’t explain was brewing between me and Bradley and he required all of my attention. Two days had gone by and we were having such a good time together it was effortless. Everybody seemed to be doing their own thing in the house so no one noticed that we were getting closer.
Bradley liked the same things I did.
He laughed at my jokes and me at his.
When I worked on my movie prosthetics he was in the basement helping me stir up the silicone to form my creations. When I talked about my dream of making it to Hollywood before the dope game he inspired me to not give up and that it was still a possibility.
He was a friend who shared my interests who also cared about me. Getting along with him was so easy I figured it was only right to tell him the truth.
We were eating turkey sandwiches I made when I said, “I need to be honest with you about something, Bradley. Something that makes me feel like a hypocrite.”
He placed his sandwich on his red plate and gave me his undivided attention. “I’m listening.”
I leaned against the refrigerator causing the apple magnet on it to fall to the floor. “I found out that Scarlett and Ramirez are having sex. It was some weeks ago although I don’t know how long it’s been going on.”
Bradley laughed. “Come on, Race.” He picked his sandwich back up and took a larger bite. “You can’t be serious. The nigga may have shit with him but he not that crazy. You know that.” He chewed and sat back confidently.
I rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t make something like this up.”
He placed his sandwich down and wiped his hands on the paper towel on the table. “How did you find out? And when?”
“I saw them together, Bradley. I came upstairs to talk to her about something and I heard them saying they fucked before.”
He ran his hand down his face. “This nigga got the nerve to be coming at me about you and he fucking Scarlett?” He pointed at the table.
I nodded my head. “Yes.”
“Lately he been bringing up Roman stories of how when a brother dies his wife goes rightfully to the brother. Like a piece of property.” He laughed softly. “Now I understand why.”
I felt like killing Ramirez all over again for thinking he had the right to be with Scarlett just because Camp died. I realized at that moment that he was narcissistic. “This dude...”
“This shit is crazy.” He paused. “So all this time you were using me to get at my brother? Like a pawn.”
I moved closer. “It’s not like how it sounds.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“At first I was flirting with you, only when I thought he would see us. But when you and I grew closer I realized you were more to me than just bait, but a friend. You still are now.”
“A friend who you fucking.”
“Bradley, I didn’t know any of this would go down between us. Don’t forget I tried to walk away.”
“But you didn’t make it far because you sat on my dick instead.”
My lips pinched together. “I just wanted him to feel what I felt, Bradley. I wanted him to worry that he could lose me like I was losing him. After awhile I realized I never really cared in the first place. I mean, maybe it’s really over between us. I don’t know what to feel because everything’s so raw.”
“Listen, I know my brother. I might not have seen him fucking Scarlett but I know he would never leave you for her.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? Your brother ain’t no prize whether you realize it or not.”
“No…I’m not saying that.”
“Then what you saying?”
He took a deep breath. “I’m saying that he loves you and he might be smashing Scarlett but that’s about it. There’s no emotional situation between them. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t tell her that to her face.”
“It doesn’t matter. He violated.”
“And so did you, Race.” He looked down at the table. “I mean…so did we.”
I paced the floor next to him before stopping and flopping in the chair. “This shit is confusing. I mean…yes we did what we did…I’m talking about me and you…but he was fucking Scarlett just because he could.”
“A wrong is a wrong. And didn’t ya’ll niggas use to do threesomes with each other all the time?”
“I’m so sick of people throwing that in my face. There are rules to this shit. Does that give him the right to fuck my sister-in-law?”
“Stop saying gives him the right. You know that’s not what I mean. But ya’ll invited the scenario into your bedroom so why get mad now that it’s still going down?”
“First off I’m not fucking Scarlett. And you wouldn’t understand.” I shook my head. “I wasted my breath on you. I’m just now remembering that you’re his brother.”
He looked away from me. “Is it possible…and I’m not taking sides. But is it possible that what happened between me and you happened between them? Maybe they shared some secrets when they were in need and it got sexual? Because after we fucked we have no room to call that man on what he did, Race.”
I sighed. “I don’t know what’s possible because that’s not the point. All I know is that I gave Ramirez another chance and he fucked up again.” I paused. “But there’s something else. Something I have to get off my chest.”
“What is it?”
“I been fielding calls from the Dope Phone. Basically I scheduled a fake meeting where two rival drug bosses will meet at the same time for a package. When they finally go to the location, instead of us being there a war will ensue and Scarlett will be to blame. I only did it with niggas we don’t fuck with though so it shouldn’t be major. Kevin was tired of both of them sets anyway.”
His face screwed up and he leapt to his feet before moving toward me. “Fuck you talking about you fielded calls?” He yelled. “You messing with our money now?”
I got up and took a step back. “So the evil dope boy has revealed himself.”
“I’m a dope boy before anything else, including being a brother or husband.” He paused. “And I’m telling you to stop what you doing, Race. Or I gotta let Kev and ‘em know.”
I looked away. He showed me which side he was really on. “You’re right.”
“I’m serious!”
Now I wished I never told him. Suddenly I felt stupid and wondered if it was all worth it. “I said I would stop so leave it alone, Bradley.”
He shook his head. “So you still wanna get the nigga jealous huh?”
I shrugged, still in my feelings about how he carried me. “It don’t matter now.”
“Too bad because suddenly I’m up for some games.”
My eyes widened. “You serious?”
“Of course I am. All you had to do was ask in the first place. No need in giving me pussy and shit. Making a nigga think you were really feeling him because you sexy and everything. But I’ll take it.”
I hit his arm.
My phone vibrated and when I pulled out my cell I saw several missed calls and text messages from my New Friend. I didn’t read the earlier messages but decided to review the last one he sent.
Tex
t Message
New Friend: You gonna wish you didn’t play games with me bitch.
I laughed, dropped my phone back into my pocket and sat in front of Bradley to discuss our plan.
The next afternoon Bradley and I were sitting in the dining room playing cards after having lunch. Knowing Ramirez would be up any minute to get something to eat since he was a late sleeper, we were sure we’d fuck up his head again when he saw us together.
The moment we heard his footsteps, evident by the way he slid across the hardwood floor with his black and gold Versace slippers, we laughed loudly to fake having an extraordinary time.
“I know you’re cheating, Race,” Bradley said playfully as he looked at the cards in his hands. We weren’t even playing for real. The true game was fucking with my husband’s mind. “I don’t know for sure but I’m gonna find out after I put you over my knee and spank that ass.”
“You mean after I spank your ass,” I said hitting his arm, holding it a bit longer than necessary. “Don’t get mad because you losing, I just know how to play my cards.” I winked at him. “Very well.”
“Oh yeah, well I’m gonna find out how good you really are.”
I guess he couldn’t take it anymore because Ramirez stomped up to us and pushed the cards off the table. They fluttered around like falling birds before slapping onto the floor. “I thought I told ya’ll I didn’t want to see you hanging together no more?” He yelled, fists clenched at his sides and nostrils flaring like a bull. He wanted to box the both of us. I could see it. “Fuck is the problem?”
Bradley laughed in his face. “Man, I’m not ‘bout to ignore my little sister because you don’t want us to hang together. Now you coming down here fucking up the game too? Just relax.”
“What about if I broke your jaw?” Ramirez asked through clenched teeth. “You think you could find it within yourself to stop then? With a little help.”
“You getting way too serious now,” I said to him seriously. I didn’t want Bradley hurt.