Love Across Colors (Urban BWWM Interracial Romance)

by Shauna Hudson

  Wayne kept looking until he cleared his throat. "The number?" he asked.

  "Oh, sure," she said as she stumbled and tripped over the words. She reached forward and took up a business card from among a pile of others and handed it to him.

  "Is there any particular time that you can't take a call?" he asked.

  "Not necessarily; more than likely when I'm here since I operate the switchboard , and I am likely to be in and out of here to attend meetings with Mr. Walker."

  "Okay," he said , and then tapped the desk with his knuckles before walking off. "

  He was a beauty in front as he was from the rear, and Melinda couldn't help staring at the motion of his ass as he walked away. She didn't breathe until he disappeared outside.

  The phone rang then, and for the first time in half an hour, she could compose herself long enough to answer.

  "Why didn't you call me?" The voice on the other end asked her, and instantly the fluttering of her heart was resumed.

  "I, um, I tried several times," she admitted.

  "So I see. I thought this number looked familiar," he said.

  "I didn't know what to say," she said. "The words just could not come out."

  "Well maybe I was wrong to give you that responsibility when it should have been mine, but I have corrected it somewhat now that I've called you first."

  Melinda smiled. "I believe you have Mr. Rutherford."

  "Call me Wayne. I can't stand that 'Mr. Rutherford' rubbish."

  "Okay, Wayne," Melinda replied with a slight chuckle.

  "What are you doing tonight?" h H e now asked.

  "Nothing," she said almost too quickly. "I'm doing nothing."

  "Well , how would you like to go to dinner with me?" He asked.

  "I would like that very much," she answered.

  "Great. I'll pick you up at seven. By the way, where do you live?"

  Melinda froze again. She did not live in the best part of town and telling him this now would prove difficult. What if he didn't want to go out with her again when he learned she lived in the projects? She opened her mouth to tell him that she would meet him instead, but the words of her father rang instantly in her head when he told her on several occasions to be proud of whom she is; where she live d is no reflection of the person she is or will be.

  "I live on west 99th," she finally said.

  "The projects?" he asked with surprise. "Now that's a shocker. You must be like a rose in that desert," he added.

  "It isn't so bad living there; the reputation of the place is only a perception granted by its location and suffered by those who only look on. Those who live there often have a different view," she said, defending her home town.

  She grew up there, and aside from the occasional shootings — - which as far as she was concerned w ere as a normal occurrence in most parts of the country — - she had never experienced any negativity there.

  "So I see. Will I be free to move around there? I have to tell you I am a little intrigued as I have always wondered what life is like in communities such as those. The likenesses portrayed by the media and Hollywood seemed too fantastical at times; they give the impression that there are gun - slingers walking around displaying their instruments as if legal."

  "And that's what I mean; it is no more dangerous than walking down Fifth Avenue," she said. "So yes, you can drive freely there without interruption."

  "I am glad to hear that society has been wrong all along. I will give you a call when I'm heading over," he told her.

  "Okay," she smiled , and was glad she had gone with her second instincts about telling him where she lived.

  "Later then," he said and hung up.

  Melinda placed the receiver into the cradle as if it were glass and fell back against the chair, eyes closed and a big sigh escaping her lips. She jumped up then, anxious to see if anyone had heard her, but she realized no one had. Not even Helen. Especially not Helen.

  She could barely contain her excitement as she hurried through the day, constantly glancing at the desk clock to see how much time remained, but it seemed to only take longer for every time she looked it was only ten minutes later. She barely made it through lunch, and by the time the clock showed five, she was half way through the door.

  He was coming at seven, so for her to get home and be ready, she could not take the regular bus that would take her home close to six thirty. She decided instead to hail a taxi that would get there much sooner even though it would cost her significantly more. When she weighed the cost, the benefit was far greater. It didn't take her long to find a taxi at this hour , and within minutes she was breezing through traffic. She bounded from the taxi, barely letting the fare land in the driver’s hand before doing so. She almost crashed into her father on the way in.

  "Whoa, where are you going in such a hurry? And how is it you are home this early?" he queried.

  "I have a date with Wayne," she beamed.

  "Wayne?" he asked, looking puzzled. "Oh, you mean the man from work."

  "Yes, the very same. He is to come and get me tonight , and I don't want any lip from you. Furthermore I'd like for you not to meet him just yet; not until I'm sure if there is something between us."

  Melvin pondered that for a moment and then shook his head. "Okay, that's understandable. I guess I will meet him in due time, but he should know I will be watching from a distance. And that's a threat," he smiled.

  Melinda returned his good humor and kissed him on the cheek before dashing off. At fifteen minutes to seven she emerged from her room looking radiant in a high - top skirt, satin blouse and matching stilettos. She did not reveal too much skin, being a conservative woman, but showed enough to spark interest. The outfit displayed her feminine curves with surgical precision, and her black puffy hair, now pinned up at the top of her head , only made her neck seem even more graceful. Tear drop earrings and red lipstick were the finishing touches over light makeup, and when Melvin saw her, he had to remove his glasses and whistle.

  "How do I look?" she asked nervously. "I wasn't sure what to wear," she said, still surveying herself.

  "You chose right; you look amazing , sweetheart. That man would be a fool not to propose to you tonight."

  "Oh , Dad, you always were so dramatic," she laughed, but she gained greater confidence in her attire after that.

  Just then Melinda's phone rang , and when she answered, Wayne was just moments away from her. She directed him to her home and descended the three flights of steps when she saw the silver Volvo stop outside. The windows were heavily tinted, and Melvin stood by the door and watched her as she left.

  Wayne took her to a cosy little restaurant across town, hidden away from the public eye, and when Melinda alighted from the vehicle she felt as if she was in another world. Jazz music streamed from hidden speakers all over the property, and as she made her way up the stoned walkway, the caressing sound of water babbling over a little fountain to her right drew Melinda's attention , ; though or perhaps it was the hypnotic lighting surrounding it.

  "This place is beautiful," she said.

  "It is one of the most romantic spots in the city," he said.

  They were greeted then by an attendant who directed them to their reserved seating, and Melinda was pleased that they had not only American, but also Caribbean, Japanese and European cuisine as well. It seemed to be the ultimate food stop for everyone. She dabbled in a bit of everything , from garden salad , to roasted chicken to sushi, and by the end of it all, she felt like a turkey on T t hanksgiving. Wayne didn't eat much, but he delighted in watching her enjoy the place as he sipped from his glass of red wine.

  They engaged in a light banter after, talking about everything they could think of from their childhood, sports, entertainment and business. Melinda learned that Wayne had started his own Appstore and was building it into an international name , and his ambitions only led her to feeling insecure about her own. She had so many dreams and aspirations yet to be fulfilled , and she would use him a
s inspiration in the achievement of them all.

  Just then the dance floor opened , and the sound of slow jams wafted to their ears.

  "May I have this dance?" He asked her suddenly.

  "Me? I don't dance," she blushed.

  "Come on ; , I'll show you," he coaxed.

  Melinda looked at the small gathering of couples already swaying to the music and felt she could not look worse off.

  "Okay, sure," she smiled and said as she got up.

  Wayne held his hand out for her and led her to the floor. He was perhaps a foot or two taller than Melinda, for when his hand touched the small of her back, and hers his shoulder, her head came to rest on his firm chest directly below his neck. She didn't need to do much by way of dancing as it came naturally to her , and she relished in the moment as she inhaled his masculine scent. She was disappointed when they had to stop , and he smiled at her as they returned to their table.

  Soon after Wayne called for the bill and after paying he led her outdoors , and the cool night air delivered a relaxing mood as they toured the garden, hand in hand, before heading back to the car. Never before had Melinda been in an environment this enthralling , and she only admired the man even more. He didn’t hesitate to take her home, not wanting to be the one to keep her out for odd hours especially since she had work the following morning. Melinda was reluctant to leave when the car pulled up to her house, but she was comforted in his promise of seeing her again.

  And he kept his word. The days that followed saw him taking her to the movies, the park, the opera, and just about every little diner and restaurant across town for both lunch and dinner. So accustomed had she become to him that he was now a routine part of her day. She expected him to call her every morning at seven like he had been doing from the beginning, and she was often surprised by roses at the office or an invitation by lunchtime for something else of her choosing. During this time Melinda had never been to his house , and she felt especially special knowing that they had been spending the better part of a month together with no real sexual advances from him. Melinda was not going to wait for him to decide this for her, having wanted him close for so long, and their repeated encounters that gave way to lip action were just teasers for the main course , and they both knew it.

  One evening after work Wayne came for Melinda, and she grinned excitedly at the fact that she didn’t need to take the bus home as much anymore; it was only necessary if he had an evening engagement. She practically tripped over her own feet in an attempt to get to the car , and once inside she fell into his arms and surrendered herself to a soft and tantalizing kiss.

  “Where to this evening?” he asked her.

  “Take me home,” she said to him. He was about to spin the car and head in the direction of the projects when she held onto his hand. “Not my home. Yours.”

  Wayne stared at her as the impact of what she was suggesting hit him.”Are you sure?” he asked her.

  “Positive,” she said as she gave him her most seductive look. He needed no further encouragement and Melinda found it amusing how quickly he drove now. She watched as the car whizzed past block after block until it came to an apartment complex in the Hamptons. It was a gated community , and she looked on in awe having never had occasion to come to these parts before. Wayne looked at how amused and fascinated she was , but he understood her emotions; she had not been very exposed, but she was as much a lady as the Queen of England herself. Had he not known where she was from, she could have easily fooled him , and he respected that she had not lied about it to begin with.

  No sooner were they inside than Melinda pulled Wayne to her and began kissing him with a fierce hunger and emotions that were pent up for the better part of a month. He held her as she gripped him by the nape, sinking him closer to her. Their breaths were now intertwined and competed for attention as their noses rubbed together in heated bliss. Wayne crushed Melinda against the door, his breathing intensifying , and as she curled her leg around his, he lifted her in the air and took her to the room, their lips never leaving the other ’s . He placed Melinda on the bed as his hand resting on her lower back steadied her, and when she came to rest, he lowered himself over her and continued to soak up her essence, her beauty, and accepted her invitation to enter.

  Melinda arched her back, ready for the taking, and in this moment Wayne took advantage of the fact that her breasts were directly in his line of sight. He used his teeth to open the snap buttons lining the front of her shirt and was pleasantly surprised at the perfect mounds that protruded from their lace hideaway. He ran his tongue over her now taut nipples, and the ragged feeling she got as his tongue combined with the feel of the fabric caused Melinda to shiver. In a split second he used his index finger to deftly remove her chocolate prisoners , and as his mouth clamped over each in rapid succession, Melin d a gripped his hair and writhed beneath him, anxious to be filled. His lips found the hollow spot at the base of her throat , and his breath on her skin, cooling the trail of saliva there, was enough to drive her wild. She held onto him, intending to roll him over, but he would not be moved. He remained firmly on top, devouring her senses and conquering her body. He slid his hand under her skirt , and when he moved upward s the hem of the skirt followed , and soon he could see the matching thong she wore. Like a wild animal just escaping lock up, his eyes flamed , and in one fell swoop his head had found the spot that throbbed, and as he parted her underwear and flitted his tongue over her, blending his oral juices with her own, Melinda could not contain the moans that now came from her.

  Wayne continued to massage her now ripe and sensitive spot and as she parted her legs, he slid his mini weapon inside her, tasting juices she had been withholding for so long. He could not get enough of her, but he wanted more than his tongue could deliver. He moved back to her twins, and Melinda gazed at him through drunken eyes, too weak now with ecstasy to try to maneuver the position now. Wayne pulled the skirt from her , and watched the shape of her body unfold as the skirt revealed her smooth , unblemished dark skin inch by inch. Her thongs followed , and by this he could not get out of his own clothes quickly enough. Melinda lay before him bare, and as his shadow darkened hers, she held out her hands to him, welcoming him — - begging even.

  He needed no further invitation , and soon he was sliding his shaft all the way into her, slowly and deliberately, and she moaned every inch of the way, twisting her body as she gripped his sides. Her inside was warmer than a summer day, and he intended now to cool her with his white rain. Melinda spread her legs even wider now, giving him full access, and as he gripped her hips he plunged further inside her and with more fierceness. She snapped her eyes shut , and her head fell back as she bit her lips. He was concerned he might be hurting her, so he paused mid - stroke to look at her.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Are you alright?” he asked.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged him. “Don’t stop,” and as the words left her lips, they sent him into a state of frenzy , and he pumped even harder now, sliding her to the edge of the bed to increase his access as he drove into her repeatedly. After a few moments, he flipped her onto her stomach , and as her cheeks lay spread before him, he gripped her and drove into her. She gripped the sheets on the bed and began to move her hips in a slow circular motion. The revolutions on his member while he stroked drove him senseless , and soon he could not hold back any longer. He bellowed as he released inside her, shuddering as the fluid left his body. Melinda pressed down on him further as he did, and he sank his fingers into her cheeks for support.

  He collapsed onto the bed thereafter, and she rolled over and lay next to him, sighing contentedly. He stroked her arms as she lay there , and the two remained motionless for the most part, in silence. Soon one could tell by their slow breathing and the steady rise and fall of their chests that they were both asleep, spent from their first moment of passion that would not be the last time.

  Chapter 4

  “So how is it that I haven�
��t met this Wayne as of yet?” Melvin asked one Saturday morning when he and his daughter sat down for breakfast.

  “You will,” she said as she reached over to take a breakfast roll from the basket. Melinda knew her father was rather anxious to meet Wayne , but she had some level of anxiety that she could not yet determine.

  “You know, back in my days, when a man wanted to date a woman . . . ... ” Melvin started.

  “ . . . ... he had to ask the father’s permission, I know. But this isn’t back in the day where the men were all noble and had serious intent whenever they meet a woman. I’d rather be certain before I take any man here to meet you, especially knowing how critical you are of them and everything.”

  “Don’t mock me , young lady. I take great pride in my principles from back in the day; it is just a pity that this generation of children won’t do the same,” he complained.

  Melinda giggled. “You will meet him soon enough , Dad. As a matter of fact I was planning on inviting him here for dinner tomorrow evening.”

  “Oh, is that a fact? It is about time. How long have you two been dating?”

  “A little over a month,” Melin d a responded.

  “That long? And it took you that long to decide he was worthy of meeting me?”Melvin pressed.

  “Dad, don’t even go there. It isn’t as if I was seeing him every day. And like I said, you aren’t the easiest man to meet either,” she replied as she sipped the remainder of orange juice from her glass.

  Melvin sat there, grumbling under his breath, but Melinda ignored him as she cleared the table and prepared to wash the dishes. “Do you want anything from the grocers? I want to pick up some items for dinner tomorrow,” she said.

  “Nothing really. On second thought, get me a box of saltine s will you?”

  “No problem,” Melinda said as she put the last set of cups into the dish drainer. Melvin went to settle down to his Saturday morning favorites , and Melinda went to freshen up before leaving. By the time she passed back Melvin was fast asleep, so she slipped out quietly so as not to awaken him.