Good Girls Ain't No Fun Boxed Set (The SIX romance and urban fiction volumes of the LOVE, SEX, LIES series)

by Jessica Watkins

  Victoria

  Dinner went smoothly.

  Despite the plane ride being awkward as hell, being in Puerto Vallarta made everyone so happy that it was easy to forget about the tension between Lyric and I. Well, the tension was really with Lyric. I never had an issue with her and this beef she had with me was so old that, the longer she held on to it, the more stupid she looked.

  She walked through that airport with her nose in the air avoiding me. She even sat on the plane totally talking to everyone around me, including Greg. I wanted to buss her fucking bubble so bad. I wanted to tell her how bad she was treating her “sister”, but there was a big part of me that still didn’t want to travel down that dramatic ass road.

  Life was good. Finally, life was good. Damn it, I was in Puerto Vallarta! Fuck Lyric and her goofy ass childhood beef!

  Anyway, Greg and I made dinner quick so that we could change into our swimsuits and hit the beach. The resort was sexy as hell at night.

  “Vic, I’ll be downstairs at the bar.”

  From inside the bathroom, I told Greg that I would be down there in ten minutes and to order me a Tequila Sunrise.

  Ever since the truth game, Greg had been very by the book. He went from attempting to tap into me emotionally back to just fucking me. How I saw it, he was only still dealing with me this much because he knew that this trip was coming up. I was sure that once we got back home, he would probably begin to distance himself even more.

  And that was fine with me. As I said, life was good. I didn’t need the dramatics of a man’s feelings on top of it. Our relationship had been what it was for so long because that’s how I liked it. He was probably only considering a relationship with me because I didn’t want one with him. That’s how men are. When you want them, they don’t know that you exist. But when you treat them like booty calls, they wanna marry you.

  I shrugged it off as I pulled my hair back into a quick bun. Nothing worse than fucking up a line by knocking it all over the floor because your hair has gotten in it.

  I was able to cram an ounce of coke into a vibrator, put it inside of me, and travel like that all the way to Mexico.

  I was so fucking scared, but what scared me worse was being there for five days with Greg’s funny acting ass and Lyric’s obnoxious ass with nothing to get me high!

  Two hours, three Tequila Sunrises, and several lines later, Greg was lying in a pool lounge chair that had the nerve to be placed in the shallow end of the ocean. It was two o’clock in the morning, so very few people were out near the ocean. The water was warm and inviting. And I was on top of Greg, riding him as the warm water smacked my ass when the waves came.

  He was very surprised when I took it upon myself to give him head a few minutes ago. I don’t know why he was surprised. We were drunk, it was the middle of the night and it was our first night on this beautiful resort. Hell yeah I was feeling froggish! Yes, there was the possibility of someone walking by and seeing me slob all over Greg’s nine inches of thick love, but who cares! We were in Mexico. If they weren’t getting it in, they should have been on their way to get it in, so I didn’t care who saw us.

  Plus, I was too high to care one way or the other. Coke already gave me life, but being on this resort gave you a natural high, so I was seriously floating on cloud nine, ten, eleven, twelve and thirteen right about now.

  I felt sexy as hell riding him on my tippy toes in a black bikini. My hair was damp from our midnight swim, but was beginning to dry from the night’s warm hair, so it was curling up in deep waves. I felt exotic, and Greg looked exotic as sweat rolled off his dark shirtless skin; so dark that I could barely even see him against the night.

  I held onto the back of the chair and rode him effortlessly and gracefully. The sounds of the ocean seemed to be the soundtrack to my rhythm.

  Greg would cover my mouth when my moans got too loud. In return I would suck his fingers; each and every last one of them.

  “Damn,” he cursed with his mouth slightly ajar with shock, awe, and pleasure.

  He looked at me in confusion, as if he wanted to know what had taken me to such a euphoric place that such ecstasy was coming from me. I knew that he wondered if I felt this good when I was with him, why wouldn’t I want to be committed to him. I knew that he had no idea what really put me in such an exhilarating state of pure bliss.

  He thought it was him, but if he only knew.

  Twelve

  Thursday, September 13, 2012

  Victoria

  “Hell nah!”

  I was looking at Tricey like she was crazy as we stood in the hallway. I shook my head confidently as I dismissed the idea.

  I couldn’t believe Tricey. I thought we were just taking a walk to work off breakfast when suddenly we were in front of Lyric’s room!

  “Vic, please?”

  “No! I’m not saying shit to her. You see how she treats me. I ain’t got time for that. If she pops off at the mouth, won’t be no more Miss Nice Vic!”

  That was real talk. I was on vacation. That meant that I didn’t want to be put under any stress or be in any drama, but Tricey was trying to put me right in the middle of some!

  “Y’all can’t keep ignoring each other for the next three days.”

  “The hell we can’t…”

  Before I knew it, she was knocking on Lyric’s door. I tried to run, but she quickly grabbed my arm. The door opened, so, in order not to look stupid, I didn’t fight with Tricey to let me go.

  When Lyric saw my face, her expression went blank. She simply walked away from the door, leaving it wide open.

  “See what I’m saying?!” I snapped. “Ain’t nobody got time for that shit!”

  Mind you, usually I was very cordial when I was around Lyric. I usually ignored the snood fucked up faces that she made. I tried not to mind that she acted like I had the plague. However, I had had a few mimosas that morning, not to mention a few lines before breakfast, and the fact that my life had gone through so much more significant shit than the childish bullshit that Lyric was holding onto had me amped up!

  “Ain’t nobody got time for what?!”

  When Lyric could be heard coming right back at me, Tricey looked so disappointed and scared, but this is what she dragged me into, so let’s go!

  I entered the room with no invitation. “Ain’t nobody got time for you and your fucked up attitude!”

  This was the first time in over a decade that she or I had said anything directly to one another.

  I could hear Tricey right behind me, pleading in this peasant voice for us to be quiet and not fight, but me and Lyric both ignored her.

  We met in the middle of the living area, like two animals ready to attack.

  “Well, if you ain’t got time for it, feel free to get the fuck out!”

  “Please believe that I am only here because Tricey tricked me into it. Bitch, I don’t give a fuck if you don’t want to fuck with me. It’s my pleasure! Plenty of much more important motherfuckas have chosen not to fuck with me, and I ain’t die from it, so please believe that you ain’t affecting me at all!”

  Lyric laughed cynically. “Here you go! You ain’t changed, I see. Always throwing yourself a fucking pity party! That’s yo’ motherfuckin’ problem! You always harping on some shit that happened to you a hundred years ago. Let that shit go, damn!”

  Fire came from my ears. I thought I could literally see the smoke.

  Before I could get in Lyric’s ass, Tricey spoke up. “Lyric, that’s not cool!”

  Tricey called herself calming Lyric down, but I didn’t need her to. “Nah, Tricey, let her run her motherfuckin’ mouth. This what you wanted anyway, right? For us to talk!”

  By now, Tricey was standing in the middle of Lyric and I. We looked like an episode of Bad Girls Club or Basketball Wives; women in bikinis, long weave, and beat faces at each other throats like savages.

  Lyric and I continued to look at each other threateningly as Tricey pleaded with us. “Let’s just go, Vic.
I’m sorry, Lyric. I brought her down here because I wanted you all to talk this is out. This beef is stupid…”

  I interrupted Tricey with more of my yelling and shouting. “There is no beef! Her goofy ass is mad at me because of some shit I did to you! While you talking about me holdin’ on to shit from a hundred years ago, Lyric, you are too, Stupid! Why you so worried about what I did to Tricey anyway?! Why do you care so much? She forgave me. Me and Tricey are cool, while you steady wanna fight for her like you her woman! What? You wanna fuck her too or something?!”

  Tricey couldn’t hold Lyric back as she attempted to come through her to get to me. Lyric stood so close in my face that I could smell the bacon on her breath that she ate sitting across from me while totally ignoring my presence, yet going over and beyond to laugh at every joke Greg cracked.

  “Bitch…”

  Before she could get anything else out, I got right back in her face. I could see that I had gotten beyond amped up, because Tricey, and even Lyric, had a look of concern. But you don’t pick fights with a bitch that’s been holding in anger for years. You’re liable to get an ass whooping that don’t even belong to you.

  Yet, I gathered myself and calmed down. Despite how Lyric felt about me, I had to remember that I loved Tricey to death, so didn’t want to hurt her by doing anything to Lyric.

  “Fuck this shit. I’m out,” I said while walking away.

  Tricey knew better than to follow me.

  LYRIC

  “What the hell is going on?”

  Marcel had just walked into the bedroom and caught me completely by surprise. I quickly cut off my ranting and raving. Tricey stood up to leave, but, by the look on his face, I knew that he’d heard me shouting and going off.

  “I’ll see you later, Lyric. Water polo is at three o’clock.”

  “Em,” I muttered with a snare. “Will she be there?”

  Tricey smacked her lips and shook her head as she walked out saying, “See you at three o’clock.”

  “I asked you what the hell is going on,” Marcel spat as he met me at the balcony door. I was looking out of it attempting to calm down and ignore the discipline that I was sure he was about to spit at me because he’d heard me acting a fool.

  As soon as I heard the door of the suite close, I let Marcel know what happened. “Tricey called herself bringing Vic in here so that we could talk. Then the bitch had the nerve…”

  “Watch your mouth.”

  Marcel hated for women to curse. He thought it was so unladylike.

  Quickly, I corrected myself. “She had the nerve to imply that I liked Tricey. I wanted to whoop her ass.”

  “Lyric.”

  Again, he warned me for my slurs and my tone. “I thought I told you that I would handle that if I needed to. Why would you let her see you acting like that? If you hate her so much, why give her the upper hand?”

  Despite his previous warnings, I was in “fuck, Vic” mode and just couldn’t stop myself. “I don’t care what hand she has! Fuck that bitch! Who does she think she is coming in here talking slick?!”

  The more I went off, the closer Marcel came to me, but I was so into being pissed that I didn’t even realize it until he was right in front of me, walking towards me with such aggression that he’d pinned me up against the wall.

  “Didn’t I say watch your mouth?”

  His deep voice was on the nape of my neck as his words vibrated against my skin. I shivered in fear and lust. He grabbed my right leg, pinned it up against the wall with his hip, and began to spank my pussy hard through my bikini.

  “Ow!”

  “Shut up,” he told me as he grabbed my chin and made me face the ceiling. He continued to spank it. He watched me flinch. I could see the lust forming in his mind. Soon he began to lay such deep kisses on my neck that it tickled like crazy.

  “Be still!”

  So instead, I squirmed as I began to cream from the continuous smacks of his hands against my clitoris.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t listen to Daddy. What’s gotten into you?”

  I could hear him, but I couldn’t process what he was saying. His aggression had me in such a lustful daze that I couldn’t even think straight. Marcel was taking full advantage of the affect of his aggression on me. He liked to use the slight sense of disrespect to discipline me sexually because he knew that shit drove me crazy and made me fall for him even more.

  The more he smacked my wetness, the more and more my love came down and I was about to cum.

  “Nah,” he said shaking his head with the cutest sly smile. “You can’t cum yet.”

  And before I could plead or argue with him, he was guiding me towards the bed by the back of my neck.

  He threw me onto the bed with mild aggression, and my juice box overflowed. I couldn’t even get my senses straight before his dick was in me, drilling into my pussy unmercifully with long, hard strokes that entered my stomach.

  I howled like an animal. I knew that people could hear me out of the opened balcony door, but I was in such a state of excitement and stimulation that I didn’t care.

  “Listen next time I tell you to do something. You hear me?”

  Purposely, I ignored him, because admittedly, I wanted more of his punishment. It hurt so good, and I knew that the orgasm would be better that way.

  Sensing my orgasm approaching, he pulled his dick out of me. I squirmed around in anxiousness.

  “You don’t get to cum,” he told me.

  He was flipping me over before I could catch my breath. On all fours, he continuously spanked my ass so hard that I could hear the contact echoing outside on the water.

  I moaned as my body nearly exploded. I sung out as I felt his tongue kissing my clit lovingly.

  He told me, “You better not cum,” with a mouth of pussy, and it drove me crazy.

  The pressure was building. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please let me cum. Please, Daddy.”

  Marcel ignoring my pleas only made the urge to cum even more intense.

  He knew that whether he let me or not, my body was going to cum for him.

  “I’m gone let you cum, but it’s not for you. It’s because Daddy wants to taste you. You understand me?”

  His voice amongst my sea of moisture, while his tongue continued to lick my most sensitive spots, drove me absolutely insane with love and lust.

  I fell into character so willingly. I could barely get out the words amongst my cries and moans. “I understand. Thank you.”

  He smacked my ass quickly and so hard that I nearly jumped out of my skin. Then he momentarily stopped his oral attack to ask, “Thank you, who?”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Victoria

  “Hello?”

  I only answered the phone because it was Taij. He text messaged me awhile ago saying that he wanted to call me because DeSire had been asking to speak to me. Despite the high international rates, I wanted to talk to my daughter, but my present state of my mind was too fucked up.

  “What’s up, Vic? You okay?”

  I wasn’t okay. I was in the bathroom crying like a baby as Greg waited on me downstairs in the dining room for lunch.

  I hadn’t cried in forever, but Lyric had brought out some emotions in me that no one had been able to in a very long time.

  She made me feel like a victim, when I had managed to finally shake that stigma after thirty-one years.

  Accusing me of always throwing a pity party and holding on to shit; what the fuck did she know?! If she had been victim to half of what I have been through, she would be holding on to the shit too!

  “Hello?”

  “I’m here,” I told Taij through my tears. “I’m sorry, Taij. I can’t talk to DeSire right now.”

  I was trying to get myself together, but I wouldn’t dare scare DeSire by talking to her with any sense of tears in my voice.

  “What’s wrong? You’re in Mexico! What the hell you got to cry about?!”

  “I got into it with L
yric.”

  Taij let out a frustrated sigh. “Damn. What happened?”

  “Tricey called herself making us talk. I went off, especially when Lyric tried to hit below the belt. She said that I’m always throwing a pity party and can’t let go of things in my past. Do you think that’s true?”

  “She don’t know you to accuse you of shit. You’ve gone through a lot, so nobody can blame you for however you want to act.”

  It felt good for him to reassure me that I wasn’t walking around being the victim that Lyric accused me of being. I knew that I used to hold on to shit and let it affect me, but I knew that I had been changing for the better.

  Whether I was using the wrong things to help me change or not, I was a different person. I finally liked who I was.

  “Why didn’t you tell her what Jesse said about Tim being your father?”

  “How can I possibly tell her something like that when she obviously hates me?!”

  “But you have to tell her so that you can go holla at Tim and see if he’s really your father or not. At least tell Tricey! Maybe she can tell Lyric for you.”

  I smacked my lips in frustration as I wiped my face and played with the lines of coke on the sink.

  “I have been without a father for thirty-one years,” I told Taij. “I don’t need one now.”

  Tricey

  Finally Damion was calling me at a time that Blood wasn’t under my left and right tittie.

  Blood had taken the term “romantic getaway” to the extreme. We had been up under each other ever since we got to Puerto Vallarta. That’s why I initially took that walk with Vic this morning after breakfast that went all the way wrong.

  I just wanted a moment to talk with my girls. I needed to vent. More importantly, I needed to tell somebody that I was pregnant. I couldn’t take holding it in anymore. I needed my girls to tell me that everything was going to be okay. It would have made me feel better to have them both there to help me figure out what to do. Yet, that couldn’t happen as long as they were avoiding one another, so I tried to fix it.