“So, I take that as you won’t mind if I sit down next to you,” I said as I smoothly slid onto the barstool.
“It’s a free world,” she sang out and went back to nursing her drink.
I made myself comfortable beside her. “Care to tell me your name?”
Her tongue lingered outside of her mouth for a few seconds after she took a sip from her drink. Her plush, pink lips pouted charmingly, as if they held the seventh wonder of the world. I imagined all types of things she could do with them to make me forget all about Destiny.
“I’m Tracye.”
“Nice to meet you Tracye, I’m Montie,” I said, turning to the bartender. “Give her one more of whatever she’s drinking. I’ll take a Henny and coke this time.”
“Thanks for the drink, Montie. You don’t look like you’re from around here,” she said as she swooshed her blond hair around to the other side of her face.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yeah,” she said with a laugh that I joined in on.
“Well, I’m from Atlanta. I’m here for my daughter’s birthday.”
“Oh, you have children?”
“Yeah, I have two children.”
“Do you have any pictures of them?”
“No, I don’t have any pictures with me.” I had pictures of my children in my wallet. I just wasn’t about to show them to someone I just met – no matter how plump her lips looked on her glass or how nicely her ass spread out across the barstool just beneath her slender waist.
Damn, she’s gorgeous.
“Well, I bet they are cute, if they’re anything like their father,” she said, giving me a once over.
“Thanks, you’re very easy on the eyes yourself,” I said staring at her golden thighs that were easily accessible underneath the short skirt she wore.
I finished off my drink and called for another. I was nice and tight off alcohol. Conversation flowed effortlessly with Tracye as I savored my third, fourth and fifth drink over the next hour. R-Kelly’s Step in the Name of Love flowed from the speakers through me. I felt so nice when I went to settle my tab that I did something I rarely did. I reached for Tracye and pulled her to the dance floor.
“No, wait a minute. What are you doing?” she protested when she realized the direction I was pulling her. “I don’t dance,” she confirmed with a staggering amount of shock and fear in her eyes. She shook her head fiercely and tugged away from me.
“Just follow my lead. I wouldn’t guide you wrong,” I assured her.
“Oh my,” she said as I pulled her onto the dance floor. At first, she was somewhat rigid. I gave her reassuring smiles, spun her around and pulled her into my arms. Before the song was over, she grooved to the beat on her own volition, feeling every vibe.
We were still having a bomb ass time three songs later. The most fun I’d had since the divorce, besides that one, short-lived night when I owned every part of Destiny. The night she was all mine. The night I thought I’d reclaimed what was rightfully mine.
“What’s wrong?” Tracye asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You stopped dancing,” she said.
I stood in the middle of the dance floor frozen in a daze. “I guess the alcohol is catching up with me. I think I better call it a night,” I told her, as I walked away from the dance floor, leaving her behind.
“Are you sure you don’t want to dance to another song? I could go put in a request for whatever you like to dance to,” she said once we reached the bar. Her eyes begged for more time, but I was about to bounce.
Tracye tossed back the remainder of the drink she had in her hand and intertwined her fingers with mine. I had lost count of how many she’d taken back over the night. What I did know was the woman was a professional drinker, hands down.
“No, I’m good. I’m about to get out of here,” I said, avoiding looking into her eyes for fear that she would know my heart was owned by another woman. “I have a big day planned tomorrow, with my daughter’s party and all,” I said.
“That’s right, you told me about that. Well, I guess all good things come to an end,” she said slightly raising her brow. “It was so nice meeting you.”
“Same here,” I said, bringing her hand that was in mine to my lips. “Thanks for entertaining me this evening. I had a good time. You’ve really showed me Miami hospitality.”
“Well, if you don’t mind me being forward,” she began.
“Why do I have the feeling you’re going to be forward, whether I mind or not?”
“Because I am,” she said on a laugh. “But seriously, we don’t have to end the night here and now. I’m open and free all night, if you are.”
I sized Tracye up from her curly blonde hair flowing down her back to her breasts spilling out the top of her shirt to her six-inch stiletto covered feet. She had a face that put you in the mind of Jennifer Aniston. But her good looks weren’t the feature that captivated my senses. My dick jumped in my pants as my eyes raked over her voluptuous breasts and thick golden thighs. Then my verification came with a thoughtful question: Why should I be alone tonight when Destiny is with Jacob?
***
Twenty-three minutes later, Tracey and I entered my suite. “Would you like a drink, some coffee or anything?” I asked.
“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me already,” she said in a demanding rasp.
I pulled her to me and a mutual assault began of one another’s lips. Soul grabbing kisses. The kind that reach down and snatch up that dormant part of you that you never knew existed. I didn’t know where this lady came from, but I had to make sure I kicked her out before morning. Another soul-stirring kiss like the one she just gave me would surely end with me proposing marriage.
She kicked off her shoes and wrestled to take her clothes off. When she yanked her bra off, her vanilla cream-colored tits sprang toward me, and my dick sprang up, harder than a steel post. I wasn’t a fan of sex with random women, especially one I met in a random city at a random bar. It screamed of desperation. But I needed a distraction from my raw feelings.
I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuckled my pants. By this time, she was completely naked. Her hands ran freely over her body, careful not to miss a spot. Seeing that I was just standing there looking at her in amazement of the moment, she said, “Let me help you with these.”
Easing down to her knees, she unzipped my pants and took them off. I lifted my feet so she could easily slide them off. Once I was free of pants and boxers, she glided her tongue along my legs until she reached my balls. That was when she took my shaft in her hands. Her head swooped down and every inch of my shaft disappeared into her mouth.
“Got damn girl,” I gasped out.
Her mouth was so hot and so wet.
Shit, shit, shit…My head flew back as I pumped gently into her hot, pink mouth. I closed my eyes, as if the act of closing them would hold this moment of ultimate delight behind my eyelids forever. My hands instantly went to her head to guide her warm mouth as it sheathed and unsheathed my rod in the most erotic of ways. She was putting in her bid to be the next Mrs. Brown, and I didn’t even know her full name.
“Mmmh,” she murmured as she slurped down my precum.
“Tracye…” I said as she made the hottest sounds that were driving me fucking crazy.
Wherever she learned her skills was the real deal. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to handle her orally much longer without gushing all my goods into her mouth, I backed out of her and held out my hand to help her up. Standing toe to toe, she looked up at me with the most vulnerable look in her eyes.
I reached for her face and brought her lips to mine for a kiss. We kissed so sensuously that I wanted to hold her as close as I possibly could. She looked like she needed shielding from something…like she needed to feel compassion at that very second. Her need made us one. I needed to feel, too.
She ended that tender moment when she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. With her secure in
my arms, I backed up to the bed and fell with her landing on top.
She moaned repeatedly against my lips as my tongue slid against hers. The more we kissed, the more I felt the urgent need to be inside of her. I grinded my hips sensuously against hers as I deepened the kiss.
"Condom…" she softly murmured.
I stretched to reach the nightstand and pulled out the box of condoms I bought after having drinks with Jacob. I didn’t know if I would even need them at all, but figured it was better to be safe than sorry. I was glad I thought ahead.
After applying the condom, she rose and, without any hesitance, slid down my shaft in a slow, gripping motion. She began to ride me gallantly; her wetness slick and intoxicating, as she rocked back and forth.
"You feel so good, Montie," she said, sucking my lip up to hers without missing a stroke.
"No baby, it’s all you. You feel good,” I said in between the meticulous hammering of her sweet heat.
She crashed down onto my dick over and over again, riding me off into a stupor. I was determined not to be outdone. I blew out a deep breath and matched her stroke for stroke. Our bodies continuously glided against one another, until her moans intensified to the point of groans. She reached behind her and gently squeezed my balls. A strong surge of energy traveled through my body.
“Cum with me,” I managed to say, using my last bit of strength to wait for her.
She tightened her grip around my shaft as she rose and fell against me like she was in a rodeo. I couldn’t take it any longer. Cum gushed into the latex. She screamed my name and a hundred more expletives as we came in unison.
“Damn, girl, I think I love you,” I teased, once she crashed down on the bed beside me. I was just kidding, but damn. Maybe I could love her. I laughed at that thought.
“Don’t play with me. I might take you seriously, and I’m kind of possessive,” she said, joining me in laughter.
“You’re fucking hot, Tracye," I said, letting out a relaxing sigh. “I’ll be here a few more days; do you want to hook up again?”
“I’d like that,” she said. Her lips found their way back to mine and her kiss was, once again, magnetic. I held this stranger in my arms. She settled her head on my shoulder and nestled it in. Before long, we were both in a drunken, satisfied sleep.
I could see a trip back to Miami in my future.
CHAPTER THREE
Justine
You’re Not Him
I managed to screw Jacob and Montie within the past two weeks. I had effectively partaken of Destiny’s sloppy seconds twice. I thought it would end with me puking my guts out, but my first time sleeping with a black man was breathtaking. His cock was so humongous that I could hardly take him all in. My eyes went dreamy just thinking about the many ways his thick sword made me call out his name. He was an attentive lover, too. I could get used to the mind-numbing way he peered into my eyes as he stroked me senseless. Waking up in his wide, muscular arms was just as addictive. But, he wasn’t him.
Snuggled under the weight of Montie’s warm body, I thought of Jacob. He had moved his fiancée and stepchildren into our dream home. If I couldn’t pry them apart, there was nothing left for me to build with him. Jacob treated Destiny like a damsel in distress that needed his protection, even after she slept with Montie while Jacob was in Florida sulking over me attacking her. Yeah, my mother had gotten the scoop from Mrs. Tammy and we were all hopeful that he would come to his senses and realize that Destiny was the low-class whore I always knew she was. Yet, the opposite happened.
Destiny convinced Jacob that she was somehow the victim. He accepted her “moment of weakness” and professed his undying love for her. He even gave the bitch a wedding ring as a reward for sleeping with her ex. Jacob had accepted responsibility for her actions, thinking that his leaving her alone that night to come to my aid was the reason they’d ended up in that predicament in the first place. What a crock of stinky bull?
Jacob had always been a strong-willed man, but not when it came to her. He ate out of the palms of her grimy hands. He was strong when he was with me, but she made him weak.
The truth was Destiny wanted to sleep with Montie, and that was that. Who slips and slides on their ex because something happened that their current boyfriend couldn’t control?
Montie shifted in bed, and his grip grew tighter around me. He blew his hot breath on the nape of my neck. The hairs on the back of my neck rose, against my will, and an electrifying tinge traveled down my spine. I instantly responded to him, as if I was his to possess.
Unable and unwilling to accept the fact that he could make me feel that way, I wiggled free from his grasp and got out of bed. After all, my vanilla toned body entangled within his chocolate limbs wasn’t the picture I imagined would be associated with this feeling of intimacy. Then I pictured Jacob’s face when I showed up at his wedding as Montie’s plus one, and it made this scheme worth every minute. He’d probably blow a gasket when he saw me draped on his competition’s arm.
Would Destiny get jealous? Would Jacob want me again when he saw me with another?
The thought of flaunting around with Montie like he was mine sent tingling sensations all through me. He wasn’t who I wanted by far, but he damn sure was my best pawn in this dirty game of love and hate.
“Tracye…” he called my fake name, his velvet voice climbing all over one side of me and down the other, warming me to my core. I stood over the bed with my hand on one hip cocked to the side. I stared at his sexy, plump lips as they curled to call out to me. “Girl, you need to get your sexy ass back in this bed,” he roared out in a morning rasp.
What was Destiny thinking when she left this man? His strong jaw line, thick brows, and tall, hard frame caused something to shift inside of me. I liked the way he smiled up at me when he called me by my alias. I pushed that reaction aside, refusing to let whatever feeling I was having resonate.
Shaking myself out of the scene where I forgot everything that had ever been programmed into me and fell for a black guy, I lied, “No, I have a meeting to attend this morning.” I would say anything to get out of claws of the chocolate king lying before me.
He ignored my reply and pulled me down onto the bed. “We’re staying in this bed today, so cancel it. I want some more of you.”
“No, I really have to go—” the last word captured within his luxurious lips. He simultaneously reached over to grab a rubber off the nightstand, slipped it over the perfect hunk of meat between his beautifully sculpted thighs. I should get out of here before…before…
He flipped me over and crammed every inch of mountainous pleasure into my aching hole. I couldn’t figure out why Destiny left this man alone. Jacob was one in a million and Montie was just as magnetic. I gripped the sheets beneath me and screamed out his name as he proved to me the many reasons why I hated Destiny. She was privy to two powerful men who gave their woman endless pleasure and both would give the world to her.
We spent an hour making pleasurable memories that would be my dark secret for the rest of my life. I was up getting dressed to leave when I asked, “When are you leaving to go back to Atlanta?”
“I’ll be here a few more days. I have my daughter’s birthday party today and then a rehearsal dinner and wedding to attend a few days after that.”
“Wow, that’s a lot going on. Are you in a wedding?”
“No, but I’ve been invited to enjoy the festivities,” he said with sarcasm, and a pained look covered his face.
“What’s that look for?”
He focused his attention on me. “I’m only enjoying the view of you sliding on your panties. Is that the look you’re talking about?” he asked and a sly grin danced at the corners of his mouth.
“I see you checking me out, but I was talking about the look on your face when you mentioned the wedding. You don’t seem happy about your invitation. Do you want to talk about it?” I pried, hoping that he would give me some idea of where he stood on Jacob and Destiny’s relationship
.
“Nah, I’m good. I just want to get these events over as quickly as possible, so I can get some more of what I really want.” He trained his hungry glare upon my breasts as I clasped my bra on tightly.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked in a teasing tone while batting my eyes playfully. “What on earth might that be?” I picked up a pillow and tossed it at him as he stalked toward me. Montie wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. I struggled free and stared at his charming smile.
“I would love to hang out with you more before I leave. Would you like that?” he asked.
“I would like that more than anything,” I said and slid my barely there skirt up my thighs and over my hips. Montie’s chestnut orbs followed the path of the fabric until I was covered.
“I just thought of something,” he began. “I don’t have a date to the rehearsal dinner or the wedding. Would you like to come along with me?”
“Oh yes! I’d love to!” I yelled before he could get the full invite out. I jumped up and down and leaped toward him so excited that he had to think I was a fruit basket. I managed to settle down before I blew my cover. “I mean, I would love to spend more time with you, that is,” I said in a calmer tone. I couldn’t wait to tell Mommy that I’d be crashing Jacob and Destiny’s rehearsal dinner.
“Well good. I’m glad that you’re excited about going out with me again. Write your phone number on the scribble pad by my bed and I’ll call or text you with the details.”
I gazed up into his eyes and pulled his face down to meet mine by his ears. I placed a kiss on Montie’s lips. A super-sensual moment passed between us, as I thanked him for inadvertent assistance in getting my future husband back. All I could think of was reuniting with Jacob. I imagined that it was Jacob bestowing such a heartfelt caress against my lips.
“Mmmm, I really can’t wait until we link up again now,” he said, squeezing my butt and pulling me closer to his rock-solid erection.
“I can hardly wait myself,” I said and skipped over to the pad and wrote down my details. “I’ll be waiting on your text. I left my number on your nightstand,” I said when I left his suite with renewed faith that I would somehow, someway be able to get close enough to Jacob to convince him that we belonged together.
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