Interracial Desires: BWWM Multicultural Romance Box Set

by Tamara Black

  “You want a drink?” she asked, her breath letting me know she’d already started.

  “I’ll have a glass of wine, maybe,” I said.

  “Follow me.”

  She turned and walked toward the kitchen, carefully taking one step after another. Damn, she’s really wasted, I thought to myself. I was partially relieved that we weren’t going to be going out as a threesome. While a fling with two lesbian lovers sounded interesting in my mind, the reality was turning out to be a lot different than I’d imagined.

  “Red or white?” she asked.

  “Red, please.”

  She poured me a glass, filling it close to the rim.

  I smiled and picked it up, taking a sip. A little life had returned to her face as she poured herself some more wine.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “We’re fighting again,” she said as she leaned against the counter.

  “About what? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “Oh, everything. I don’t know. All I do is try to make her happy, and it’s never enough.”

  As I listened to her, I realized the problems Luke and I had were no different than the ones faced by many other couples. We had a baby together, which made it even more important that we stay together, but if we drifted apart, we wouldn’t be unique. Many others had relationship problems. Some of them were a lot worse than ours.

  Before I could stop her, Gina leaned up and kissed me on the lips. It was just a peck, but it shocked the hell out of me. I stepped back, half tempted to throw the rest of my wine in her face. Her eyes looked at me hungrily. The look of lust was familiar to me, but I usually got it from men not women. I stared back, not breaking eye contact.

  “I’m not sure what you thought, but I’m not interested in that,” I said, slowly setting my wine glass on the counter.

  “I’m sorry, Serena, it’s just that…”

  I held up my hand, palm out. “Stop. I don’t care. It’s no big thing. I’m leaving now. We should just avoid each other for a while, okay?”

  “But…”

  “Stop,” I repeated along with the hand gesture again.

  I backed up a few steps before I turned and walked out of the apartment. Back at my car, I had trouble unlocking it because my hands were shaking so badly. When I finally got in, I burst into nervous laughter. I slid the key into the ignition and turned it. The car fired up, and I drove straight home, thinking about whether or not I should tell Luke what had just happened with Gina.

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  Luke

  As soon as Serena walked in the door, I could tell something was wrong. She didn’t say anything right away, but I’d been around her so long I knew it was coming. I tried to prepare myself as best I could. With her, it really could be anything. A small part of me feared that she wanted to divorce me and take the baby. I decided to give her time to bring it up on her own.

  While she fussed with Edmund, I retreated to my work area. My book sales were still plummeting. Once again, I had to give Serena bad news. As I stared at my laptop screen, wondering what to do, a note popped up on the screen letting me know I had a new email. Carmen’s name had been the sender. I sat up in my chair and clicked on my email.

  The subject read, “Sexy times book. You liked?” I clicked on the message with a sense of dread. Serena was in the next room, but I had to find out what Carmen had written. I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t going to help her with the novel. Even more, I’d decided to quit the Upward Bound program. All the teaching was fun, but I was sure it was one of the reasons I wasn’t writing as much.

  Her email was as rambling as her novel – and filled with as many metaphors for my cock. At the end, she’d included her phone number, asking me to call her as soon as possible. I took a deep breath and picked up my cell. After I pressed the numbers she’d given me, I paused before pressing send. You need to call her and be firm and tell her, I thought, trying to prepare myself for the call.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Carmen. This is Luke. How are you?”

  “Good. Better now that you called. Did you read the rest of my book?”

  “That’s why I called, actually. I’m not going to be able to help you.”

  “Why not?” she asked, surprised.

  “I just can’t, okay?”

  I didn’t want to tell her that I’d been turned on by her writing and her sexual advances.

  “Why don’t you come over tonight? We can have a few drinks and talk about it.”

  “No, Carmen. Don’t contact me again. Goodbye.”

  After I disconnected the call and set the phone on my desk, I heard Serena clear her throat. I turned around and saw her watching me.

  “How long have you been there?” I asked.

  “Long enough.”

  She walked forward and kissed me on the lips before sitting down in the recliner next to my desk.

  “We should talk. I hate where we’ve ended up.”

  “I agree.”

  “I have something I need to tell you too,” she said then frowned.

  “What?”

  “I had someone flirting with me too.”

  “Who? What’s his name?”

  “It’s not a guy.”

  My head tilted to the side as I looked at her. “What do you mean?”

  “It was Gina. She’s having trouble with Christina apparently. When I went over there tonight, she tried to kiss me.”

  “Tried to kiss you?” I asked.

  “Okay, she kissed me. Quickly. It was weird as fuck. She’d asked me the other day if I wanted to join her for a threesome.”

  “Really? And you didn’t tell me?”

  “I’m sorry. I was going to, but we’ve been having so many problems lately.”

  I nodded. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about us too.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I’m not going to teach anymore. It’s taking up way too much time. If I quit, I can help you with Edmund more and maybe even increase my writing output. Sales have been sucky lately.”

  “I know. I peeked at the numbers.”

  “You did?”

  She nodded.

  “I like being open with you,” I said. “It feels good.”

  “Right? I was thinking the same thing.”

  A beautiful smile lit up her face.

  “We should try to remember all the good from our past and move toward a brighter future.”

  “Like the sex, huh?” she asked with a smirk.

  I grinned back. “Well, that and other things…”

  “I miss the sex too. You’re the best I ever had…”

  “Bedroom?” I asked.

  She nodded her head. We both stood up. I took her hand in mine and led her into our bedroom. The mood was different than the last time we’d slept together. Her nipples were still sensitive, but the rest of her body was fair game. I took off her clothes quickly. All the time she’d put into getting ready earlier in the evening had her looking her absolute best.

  I remembered all the times we’d slept together before the accidental pregnancy. The tension in our bedroom was similar, which was turning me on. She took my shirt off then fumbled with my pants as I undressed her. When she was completely naked, I remembered why she turned me on so much. Her body was beautiful, but it was her mind that really attracted me.

  When she climbed into bed, I moved between her legs, eager to go down on her. It had been too long since I’d tasted her pussy. I was excited. She laid back, not complaining at all as I kissed her inner thighs and slowly worked my way closer to where she really wanted my lips. As I heard her moan, I moved my attention to her thick, fleshy labia, running my tongue over them gently.

  As I continued teasing her, she arched her back and grabbed me by the back of my head, pushing my face into her pussy. I lapped, licked and kissed every inch of her flesh. Once her clitoris was aroused, I stuck two of my fingers deep inside her and wiggled them back and forth. She moaned
again, her breathing coming faster as I ate her out and pleased her with my thick fingers at the same time.

  “Yes, Luke, yes,” she hissed. “Don’t stop.”

  While I wanted to be pleasured as well, all I could think about was making her come with my mouth, fingers and tongue. Our being open with each other and communicating again had me turned on more than her body. I loved all of her curves, every inch of her body, but it was her brain and personality that really turned me on. As I tasted her tender skin, pushing her closer to orgasm, blood rushed to my cock.

  Her muscles tightened around my fingers and her body shook as she finally came. Before she caught her breath, I moved up and positioned the tip of my dick at the entrance to her pussy. She stared deep into my eyes as I penetrated her, shoving in the entire length quickly. Her arms wrapped around my back, holding on tight as I pushed in and out of her tight, wet hole.

  After I collapsed on the mattress next to her, I attempted to catch my breath. Blood rushed through my body as I enjoyed the afterglow. We held each other for a few moments in silence. Or maybe it was minutes or even hours. Time had lost all meaning. All that mattered to me was that particular moment with her. Serena meant the world to me. She always had, and she always would.

  “That was so good,” she said, barely above a whisper.

  “Mmmhmm,” I grunted, not wanting to say anything to ruin the moment.

  “I love you, Luke.”

  “I love you too,” I said back to her immediately.

  We both rolled over on our sides to face each other and kissed again. It was the most sensual meeting of the lips I’d ever experienced.

  “You mean the world to me, baby,” I said as I stared into her eyes.

  “We can do this if we work together.”

  I nodded my head in agreement. We had a lot to work on, but we’d managed to stay together and get back on track.

  TWENTY-NINE

  Serena

  Eleven months later, I once again found myself in a hospital giving birth. Luke was a lot more helpful this time. He had given up teaching to concentrate on his family and his writing. His book sales picked up a little bit, but we’d decided I would go back to work after I recovered from the pregnancy. We hired an attorney to get my job back. They had no right to fire me the first time, and they knew it.

  Six weeks after I gave birth to Alana, our second child, I returned to work. Luke stayed at home and took care of the children during the day. At night, he wrote for a few hours if he was in the mood. With my paycheck and his backlist selling, we were able to afford a four bedroom house in a nice neighborhood. Our life was a good one.

  We had both sacrificed something for the other, but in the process we became stronger as a couple, a family, and individuals. My first pregnancy had been unexpected, but the second was planned. Both our children received all the love we had to give. As months passed into years, we grew even closer together. Marrying a white man was the best decision I’d ever made in my life.

  Stepbrother of Another Color

  During my second year of college, my mother married a white man. In addition to a stepfather, a new stepbrother made his way into my life. At twenty three years old, Josh was two years older than me. We were adults, but both of us hated each other when we first met. He was cocky and an asshole. Our first meeting had been horrible. Now, I had to spend a whole summer with him and my family.

  “Do you want another pancake, dear?” mom asked from the stove.

  “No, thanks. I gotta get going. Miranda and I are going to hang out today.”

  “I really wish you wouldn’t spend so much time with her. She’s a bad influence.”

  I rolled my eyes but kept my mouth shut, not wanting to start the day on a bad note. After I rinsed off my plate and put it in the sink, I headed to the living room. When I got there, I saw Josh asleep on the couch. He was in between apartments according to him. In my opinion, the fucking stoner needed to get a job and stop mooching off our parents.

  “Wake up!” I yelled as I headed to the front door.

  He jumped up and looked around. I laughed as he flipped me off. Outside, I went around to the garage to get my bicycle. My car was in the driveway, but I wanted to get some exercise. Miranda didn’t live very far away. Like Josh, she was a couple years older than me and had skipped college. Mom and Steve, my stepfather, didn’t like her, but we’d been friends for a long time.

  When I climbed on the bike and rolled down the driveway toward the street, joy pulsed through my body. Riding a bike reminded me of childhood, which had always been happy as far as I could remember. Whenever I looked back in my life, all I remembered were good moments. My birth parents had gotten divorced, but both of them loved me a lot.

  I rode down the middle of the suburban Chicago streets feeling free. A couple blocks over, I pulled into Miranda’s driveway. She shared a house with two other twenty-something women. Like Josh, her roommates were big stoners. While I smoked every once in a while, I didn’t make it a habit. With a long summer ahead, I looked forward to smoking out at least a few times.

  The door opened as I walked up the porch. Jasmine and Karin, Miranda’s roommates, came out of the house laughing. As soon as they saw me, they laughed even harder. I ignored the crazy white bitches and walked inside to find my own crazy white bitch, the one who loved me no matter what. We were so different, which was one of the reasons I thought we got along so well.

  “You here, Miranda?” I called out as I shut the front door.

  A loud cough from her bedroom caused me to smile. Fucking ten in the morning and she’s already getting baked, I thought as I walked to the back of the house. I opened her door without knocking. She was sprawled out on the bed, toking from half a blunt. When she saw me, she screamed and jumped out of bed, running to me.

  “When did you get home?” she asked as she hugged me.

  “Last night. I was tired and Josh was being an ass, so I just stayed in. How you been?”

  I glanced around the room, which was messy but felt comfortable.

  “Not bad.” She handed me the blunt.

  “No, thanks.”

  “What? Shut-up, woman, and take a hit so I don’t feel bad.”

  She shook her hand up and down until I grabbed the blunt. “Ugh, I hate you.”

  “Whatever. You love me and you know it. I’m the excitement in your life.”

  I took a small hit then handed the blunt back to her. A moment later, I exhaled then coughed.

  “Lightweight,” she said, causing me to giggle. “I missed you so much.”

  After another hug, she returned to the bed and sat down.

  “Are you getting dressed, or what?” I asked, staring down at her.

  “I am dressed. You don’t like?” She spread her arms, the loose fitting sweats waving a little.

  “I thought we could go out.”

  “Okay, I’ll get dressed. Give me a minute.”

  I walked back into the living room to wait for her. A few minutes later, she danced out of the room, wearing shorts and a pink GRRL POWER t-shirt, which was at least two sizes too small. Her breasts looked even bigger than usual. She walked over and gave me another hug.

  “Good to see you, Sha.”

  “No one calls me that at college,” I said.

  Miranda smiled. “Even better. So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

  “I don’t know. I’m kinda out of the loop.”

  “There’s a party this afternoon.”

  “A party? In the afternoon?” I scrunched up my face.

  “Yeah, it’s all the rage. We’re going.”

  “Okay. I don’t have anything else planned.”

  “Great. It’s settled.”

  Something about the tone of her voice made me think she was up to something, but I brushed it off, telling myself I was just getting accustomed to being around her again. She was definitely a unique soul, which was one of the reasons I loved her so much.

  “Wait. Am I dressed
nice enough for this party? Are we crashing a black tie affair or something?”

  “Okay, okay, you caught me. I’ll slip on something nice then we can walk over to your house so you can get dressed nicer.”

  “Excuse me?” I looked at her in disbelief.

  “Something nicer. That’s what I meant. I love what you’re wearing now.”

  “It’s shorts and a t-shirt, the same as you, crazy woman.”

  She danced back into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. I looked around the living room once then pulled out my phone and sat on the couch. As I answered a few tweets, she walked out wearing a nice strapless dress. I instantly knew she would want me to wear the same thing. With a sigh, I stood up, wondering what I was getting myself into.

  Outside, we walked side by side down the sidewalk. I remembered all the firsts Miranda had introduced me to over the years. She was responsible for my first kiss, my first wine cooler, my first joint, my first expulsion from school. I laughed suddenly as I recalled some of the trouble we’d gotten into over the years until I’d left for college.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked, turning her head slightly to look at me.

  “I was just remembering.”

  We walked the rest of the way in silence. Our friendship was strong enough to allow for extended comfortable silences. When we got back to my parents’ house, I left her in the living room with mom while I headed upstairs to my bedroom. The only nice outfit I had with me was the strapless dress exactly like the one she had on. Even the thick belt was the same.

  Back downstairs, mom gave me a strange look, but I grabbed Miranda’s hand and dragged her out of the house. Once outside, she headed off across the yard. I took a deep breath, wondering if I should follow her. It would likely be worth it in the long run, but in the short term blindly following Miranda would most likely lead to some sort of disaster. I sighed and ran to catch up to her.

  “Where we going?” I asked.

  “It’s close. You know the old factory down on Oak Street?”