Interracial Desires: BWWM Multicultural Romance Box Set

by Tamara Black

  “For real?” I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

  “I love you, Sha.”

  He walked forward and wrapped his arms around me tight. When his lips touched mine, I flashed back to riding his face just an hour or so earlier. I pulled back.

  “How do you know they’re breaking up?”

  “Dammit, I knew I was right,” he said as he let me go.

  “Right about what?”

  “You not being into me unless you thought I was your stepbrother.”

  “Don’t be crazy, Josh. That’s not it at all. I just thought mom and dad were doing great.”

  “Well, they’re not,” he said. “They’ve been on their best behavior for you, but it’s not going to last.”

  “That sucks.”

  My shoulders slumped as I remembered the depression that had plagued my mother after her first divorce. Am I going to have to pull out of college to take care of her? That and many other thoughts ran through my mind as Josh stared at me. I wasn’t sure of what to say. Is he right? Did I just like him because he was my stepbrother?

  “Can you go for a while?” I asked. “I’m really confused and I need to think a bit.”

  “Sure.”

  He walked around me and let himself out of my room. I laid down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. While Josh was an asshole sometimes, he also had a kind and sensitive side – not to mention his smoking hot body. The fact that he wasn’t my stepbrother really didn’t weigh into the equation. At the end of the day, it was all about whether or not we worked well together as a couple.

  I went downstairs to talk to Josh, but he had left the house. Seven days later, he returned with a pretty decent construction job and plans to join me at college for fall semester. He wanted my help to get in. To say I was shocked by his turnaround would be an understatement. Three months after our parents got divorced, we were married.

  We had our ups and downs, of course, but marrying him turned out to be one of the better decisions in my life up to that point in time. My first pregnancy, a year after I graduated college and during Josh’s Sophomore year, resulted in twins – a boy and a girl. Sasha and Billy became the primary meaning in our lives. Our relationship was bumpy in the beginning, but we learned to communicate. And that made all the difference in the world.

  Secret Billionaire and Accidental Pregnancy

  ONE

  Keisha

  I took another sip of my mixed drink. Mercedes, Alexis, and Nashawna - my three best friends in the world - sat around the table, arguing loudly with each other about who had the hottest man. Personally, I was happy not having a significant other in my life. Yeah, I missed the cuddling and the hot, steamy sex, but my life was a lot less complicated without a love interest, a fact my friends never failed to remind me about.

  “When you getting back with Terry,” Nashawna asked.

  “Um, how about never,” I said, lifting my glass into the air before taking another drink.

  The other two laughed, cheering me on. Nashawna rolled her eyes.

  “You need to find a good man,” she continued.

  Just as I was about to give her a piece of my mind, a white guy in a nice suit with a cap on the top of his head stopped in front of our booth. All four of us looked up at him as he stared back, obviously out of his element. Club 84 was a well known for a particular type of clientele, and he did not fit the profile. As usual, Nashawna took charge.

  “Can we help you?” she asked, staring down her nose at him.

  He glanced to the left and right before leaning down. “I was wondering if you could help me find some weed. My employer is in need, and we’re in a hurry.”

  “Are you for real?” Mercedes asked in her high pitched voice.

  “You best keep walking, narc,” Nashawna said then turned her head as if to dismiss him.

  “Hold up,” I said, intrigued more than offended. “Why did you come ask us?”

  “To be honest,” he said, lowering his voice. “I didn’t want to get my ass kicked.”

  “You still might,” Nashawna said, standing up.

  She towered over him by at least half a foot.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, throwing up his hands as he backed away. “I’ll leave.”

  I scooted over the bench and stood up. “Who’s your boss?”

  “He’s outside,” the man said.

  “Take me to him. I want to see what kind of damn fool sends you in here to do this.” I turned to the others. “I’ll be back, girls.”

  Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact I wanted to show Nashawna and the others I was a strong and independent woman, but I was compelled to go outside and find out what the hell was going on. A black stretch limousine was parked in front of the bar. One of the back windows rolled down as I approached. Inside, I saw a strange looking white man with unkempt hair and a full beard.

  “Thanks for helping me out,” he said. “I’m in a bit of a bind right now…”

  “Don’t thank me yet,” I interrupted.

  “Come in. Let’s talk.”

  The door opened. I looked around then decided “what the hell” and got into the back of the limousine. While I currently worked as a secretary in a downtown law firm, my ex-boyfriend was one of the biggest hydroponic growers in a thousand miles. I’d helped him develop many of his strains.

  “What made you stop here?” I asked, giving him an I’m-not-fucking-around look.

  “Like I said, I’m in a hurry and…”

  “Come on. That doesn’t even make any sense. You’re obviously a man of wealth and don’t need to be down here in the hood trying to buy your weed. Although you do look and smell like a hippie. You some kind of rock star or something?”

  He smiled, perfect teeth showing. “No, not a rock star. Close the door and I’ll tell you the truth.”

  I looked him over one last time before closing the car door.

  “Don’t drive anywhere,” I said, staring into his eyes.

  “Fine. I just want to talk.” He reached into a bag and pulled out some potent smelling marijuana. “And you’re right. I don’t need weed from you. Well, not a bag anyway. What I need is for you to take this strain to the next level.”

  He passed the plastic baggy to me. It looked to be an ounce. Even before opening the bag, I could smell the strong aroma that was familiar but new at the same time. I had grown some crazy loud weed in my day, and this was on that level.

  “Smells nice.”

  “Smokes even better. I have a vaporizer if you want to try it out.”

  I thought a moment about my girlfriends inside. They would want me to let loose and have fun with a man, I decided.

  “Sure. Sounds good.”

  “I’m Ty, by the way.”

  “I’m Keisha.”

  “I know. Your name is known around these parts.”

  When he said he had a vaporizer, he failed to mention it was apparently built into the bar in back of the limousine. He pulled a plastic tube with a nozzle on the tip out of the bar and passed it to me.

  “The bowl should be full. Go slow.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m a pro.”

  As I took a hit, I kept my eyes on him the whole time. After a few seconds, I passed the tube to him. He took a hit of his own as I held my breath. When he passed it back to me, I exhaled a cloud of smoke, coughing loudly. One-hit weed is something a lot of people talk about, but it was something rarely run into by most people. The effects of the THC hit my bloodstream quickly.

  We took a couple more hits each. I finally had to put up my hand to tell him no more. He laughed out loud, which was almost as annoying as saying ‘I told you so.’ My mind raced in a million or more different directions all at once as I returned to trying to figure out why the weird rich guy had pulled me out of a downtown bar late on a Friday night.

  “Nice, right?” he asked.

  I nodded my head, suddenly attracted to him. It had been so long since I’d been with
a man. While I took care of myself occasionally, I missed the sensation of penetration. Between the alcohol earlier and the pot we’d just smoked, I wanted to get away with him to see what happened. He was definitely not the type of person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but he would make a good one-night stand.

  “It is, but I have questions.”

  “Of course.”

  “Can we get out of here? Do you have somewhere we can go to talk?”

  “Anywhere in the world,” he said with a smile.

  Yeah, right, I thought to myself. People with hair like yours don’t have the money to go anywhere in the world at the drop of a hat.

  “How about we start somewhere here in Cleveland.”

  “Sure. I’m not familiar with the city.”

  “You’re not missing too much, but we could drive by the lake.”

  He pressed a button on the arm rest then said, “Thomas, drive us to the lake and find a quiet place to stop so we can talk.”

  “Yes sir,” replied the man who had come into the bar.

  “You have some water?” I asked, my mouth dry.

  “How about some champagne?”

  “No, I’ve drank too much tonight. I’m quite buzzed, thank you.”

  It was the truth. Without the liquid courage, I never would have gotten into the limousine with a stranger. He got me a bottle of water out of a small refrigerator. It was so refreshing. Before he could start talking again, I took advantage of being a little tipsy and leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. His beard tickled me a bit, but it was nice.

  “What was that for?” he asked.

  “Shut-up,” I said, kissing him again.

  He didn’t say another word. I grabbed his package through his pants, which let him know I wanted to go all the way. I didn’t even know his name, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to fuck someone silly then walk away and never have to think about them again - something my ex had done on more than one occasion. As the white man’s hands roamed over my body, I could see the attraction of casual sex with a stranger.

  I rode him fast and hard as we were driven around the city. When I came first, crying out in pleasure, he continued pushing his cock into me, thrusting so deep. The weed enhanced the experience for me. I forgot about the rest of existence as pleasure rushed through my body. A few minuted later, he came, groaning and hugging me tight as his cock exploded inside my tight pussy.

  As soon as we were done, I had regrets. What the fuck are you doing? I lectured myself as I climbed off of him and pulled up my special pink panties. He zipped himself up and turned to me, staring as I took a long drink of water. When I was done, I set the bottle on the seat next to me. Is he ever going to stop looking at me like that? I wondered as I stared back.

  “Can you take me back?” I asked.

  “Right now? But we haven’t even talked.”

  “You can pitch me on the way back to the bar, but I’m not going back into that business. The risks are too high. I want to actually start a family someday.”

  “What was this?” he asked.

  “This? Probably a mistake, but you made me feel good.”

  On the way back to the bar, he told me more about his plan to start a legal grow operation in Colorado. I was intrigued, but I had no desire to fly halfway across the country to make money for someone else. I’d learned that lesson with Tony, my ex-boyfriend. All I wanted out of life was to work hard, meet a nice man, and have a family of my own. At twenty-six years old, time was running out for me.

  Back at the bar, he gave me a business card before I got out of the limousine. I thanked him, waved, then slammed the door. The sex had been stellar, but I had too much other stuff going on in my life to worry about a white guy who wanted to use me to make him more money. When I went back inside, my friends had already left. It was still early, just a bit after midnight. Instead of hunting them down, I just went home.

  None of the night made any sense to me. As I typically did after a night of drinking, I swore to myself I would never drink to excess again as I fell asleep with the room spinning. The stranger I’d given myself to in the limousine visited me in my dreams. We made love a dozen more times, each more interesting than the last. In the morning I would regret what I’d done even more, but for a few hours, it was one of the best experiences of my life.

  TWO

  Ty

  She left the back of the limousine as if she was in a hurry. I still didn’t understand what had just happened. Not exactly. I was in Cleveland to recruit her for my new venture in Colorado. Motel 420 was just one phase of a development that would take me the rest of my life to build up to epic levels. I already had more money than a vast majority of the population, but I worked hard for what I earned.

  Keisha Brown was one of a few dozen pot gurus across the United States. If I could entice even half of them to come work for me, I would have the marijuana industry in Colorado locked down within two years. She was the only one who had slept with me as well as the only candidate who hadn’t given me an answer one way or the other.

  “Take me downtown, please,” I told the driver through the intercom.

  I stared out the window as we passed all the tall buildings. The remnants of the Industrial Age still clung to Cleveland and other cities throughout the Midwest. My personal legacy would be built by investing in recreational marijuana in a big way. At the end of two years, I wanted to be well known around the world as the largest pot-friendly and pot-based empire.

  Back at the hotel, I had a call from my ex-girlfriend when I got to my room, which they had told me was the best they had in the whole place. I’d forgotten for a moment I was in Cleveland and not one of the coasts. Before I tapped my phone and connected the call, I thought about all Brianne had done to hurt me over the years. Regardless of the damage she’d done, I was compelled to help her.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I answered as casually as I could manage.

  “You know what’s up you cheap ass mother fucker.”

  “Are you out of money already?”

  “None of your mother-fucking business you mother fucker.”

  Couldn’t she at least get more creative with her swearing? I wondered.

  “How much do you want?”

  “It ain’t about what I want. This is about what I need.”

  “We never had a child together, Brianne. And you signed the prenuptial agreement. You’ve gotten a lot more…”

  “I know, I know,” she interrupted. “You gave me more than I’m worth.”

  “I’ll wire you a hundred thousand tomorrow, okay?”

  “Tomorrow?”

  I sighed. “It’s been a long day. You’ll get the money.”

  “Fine. Make it in the morning if you can.”

  “Sure, Brianne. Please don’t call me personally anymore, okay?”

  “Whatever. You know what I think about…”

  I disconnected the call, not caring at all what she thought. Most of the women I’d met during my life were just after one thing - my wealth and the sense of security they assumed that it brought. In all honesty, Biggie Smalls had it right all along when it came to money and problems. To their credit, the women tried to pretend for as long as possible that they were actually my soul mate, but it never worked out.

  It was still early on the West Coast and in Asia, so I left my phone on as I headed into the bar for a drink. The most expensive Scotch they had wasn’t even that good, but it had to do. I sipped the whiskey and replayed the events of the night over in my mind, trying to piece together some clue as to why she would suddenly fuck me out of the blue. Was it the weed I’d given her? None of the other test subjects had reported nymphomania as a side effect.

  The Motel 420 and all my other plans all depended on my greenhouses coming up with the fastest growing and most powerful strains - in various flavors. Just as there are many types of qualities of whiskey, I believed there should be as many choices available for the consumer. The repeal of marijuana pr
ohibition was well on its way across the entire United States. If I could scale up in Colorado quickly enough, I would be the pot king. Just as the perfect image for a logo hit me, my phone rang again.

  “Hello, Tom,” I said to my biggest partner in the Colorado ventures.

  “Hey, Ty. I hope you weren’t asleep.”

  “Nope. Just taking a break. What’s up.”

  He laughed. “You left your flank open, buddy.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You’ve got the majority of your money invested all over the place. I’m planning a hostile takeover of some of your core businesses.”

  “And why are you telling me this?” I asked, trying to figure out his angle on my own.

  “To rub it in, I guess, you smug bastard. I told you …”

  I hung up on him as well. When you made millions of dollars a day all year long, it was easier to totally forget about other people and being polite. The phone rang again, but I ignored it, wanting to keep my ex-partner in the dark about my plans. After taking a last drink, I called for a driver to take me to the airport where my jet was waiting. It was one of the better investments of my life when it came to convenient travel.

  An hour later, I was in the air and headed toward the airport in Boulder. I watched the world slowly crawl by for a bit before closing my eyes to try to get a couple hours of sleep. With most of my assets tied up in my massive venture in Colorado, I hadn’t been getting very much sleep. Maybe you fell asleep in the limo and dreamed Keisha fucked you fast and furious. No matter how many times I fed myself that line, I couldn’t accept it.

  THREE

  Keisha

  After my night out with the girls and the weird but hot sexual encounter with the white man in the black limousine, my life returned to normal - for the most part. In all honesty, I found it difficult to stop thinking about him. The alcohol and loud weed had led to me jumping his bones in the back of the limo, but the connection went beyond the physical. I vaguely remembered him offering me a job because of my green thumb.