Between the Sheets (9781476775807) (28 page)

I frown.
Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!

I swing open the door. “
Ramona?
W-what are you doing here?”

She bats her lashes, tossing her hair. She sweeps her gaze over my half-wrapped body, beads of water still clinging to my skin.

“I hoped we could talk.”

This chick can't be serious. Is she?
I scowl, pulling my robe tighter. “I believe you said more than enough up in the lounge. So I'm going to need you to leave.” I go to shut the door in her face, but she blocks it with her foot. And hand.

“Wait.
Please
. All I need is a few moments of your time. I promise. I won't take up much more than that.”

Reluctantly, I step back, opening the door and inviting her in. “You have two minutes.” I cross into the sitting room, then turn to face her, folding my arms across my chest. “Okay, what is so important that you felt it necessary to hunt me down and come up to my suite?”

I hold my breath, waiting.

She frowns. “Don't be nasty. And let's not be foolish. I didn't
hunt
you down. That sounds so…
stalker-ish.”

“Well…it's starting to look pretty
stalker-ish
to me.”

“Oh, look who's sounding paranoid. I simply found out which room you were staying in.” She opens her arms dramatically. “And here I am.”

“Oh, is that so?” I say in disbelief. “I suppose just like you
found
out I would be at this exact hotel speaking?”

She shrugs. “That was simply fate. But to answer your question: I'm here because you raced out of the lounge so quickly that I didn't get a chance to finish what I was saying. And besides, I wanted to check on you.”

I give her a look of disbelief. “Oh, I think you said enough for the both of us. Actually, you said more than you should have. And as you can see, I'm fine. So why are you
following
me?”

She puts a hand up. “Wait a minute. Don't flatter yourself. I'm
not
following
you
. I mean you're a sweet piece of ass and all, but don't go there, boo.”

I huff. “Then why are you here?”

“Aww,
mami
don't be like that. I planned on staying away, I mean, I wanted to. But I can't stop thinking about our magnificent night together. Then seeing you at that luncheon earlier brought all those sweet memories flooding back. And I found myself listening to you today give your precious speech, getting all wet and horny. Seeing you and hearing you had my pussy so juicy sitting in my seat. All I kept thinking about is your tongue. And that long purple dildo you fucked into my ass.”

The air around me suddenly goes thick. “That night was a lot of fun. But please don't make me regret it. It was a one-night stand. So please. Let it go.”

“Are you serious?” she says incredulously. “
Let it go?
Just forget that it ever happened? Oh, no. Sorry,
mami
. I can't do that. I know what went down with the three of us was supposed to be strictly No-Strings-Attached sex. And maybe for you it was. But not for me. Oh, no. It was so much more. I felt a connection.”

Memory floods me. The way she rode Marcel's dick. The gentle way he coaxed her, touched her, and…made love to her. The way she looked at him. And now this bitch stands here confirming what I'd already suspected that night, what I'd already felt deep in my gut. That she wouldn't be able to keep things in perspective. That she'd potentially try to turn it into something more than what it was.

Sex. Uninhibited fucking. A meaningless ménage à trois.

“You need to leave,” I say, cinching the belt around my robe tighter. “Clearly you're intoxicated.”

“I'm not drunk,” she says, defiantly placing a hand up on her hip, nostrils flaring. Her Spanish accent sounds thicker than I remember hearing it.

I narrow my eyes. “Then you're in need of some serious medications for those delusions.”

Hands fisted at her side, she snaps, “I'm not crazy,
puta
. Don't ever call me
that
again. And I'm
not
leaving. Not until I'm done talking.”

I blink. Okay, so she
is
a little off, like I initially thought. So provoking her might not be the wisest thing to do at this very moment. And the last thing I need is a scene or hotel security swarming in, like members of a SWAT team.

Stay calm. And keep this bitch calmer.
I sigh. “Sweetie, I didn't call you
crazy
.”
Although you obviously are.
“I said you were
delusional.”

“Same difference,” she snaps. Her eyes grow cold. “And I'm neither. I know what I felt. And I know what I saw. You were uncomfortable seeing the chemistry between that fine, chocolate man of yours and me. You couldn't stand seeing me handle his dick better than you. You saw how he loved being up in this sweet
coño
.”

I shift from one foot to the other. “That is utterly ridiculous. What happened that night between the three of us was strictly sex; nothing more. It was to fulfill a need, a want, for three consenting adults. That's it.”

“So the two of you
used
me. Is that it? You preyed on me!”

“You weren't used. And we didn't
prey
on you. If anything, you
preyed
on us. That
is
why you're standing here now, isn't it?”

“I already told you why I'm here! Don't play games with me.”

Oh this bitch's elevator is definitely stuck in between floors.
I shake my head, grappling with growing frustration and annoyance. “Listen, Ramona…that is your name, right?”

She gives me a dirty look. “No,
puta
. It's your momma's.”

I blink. “Let's not turn this ugly, okay? I'm not calling you out of your name so I'd ask that you refrain from doing the same. Please.”

Neck rolling, finger jabbing the air. “Well,
you
called me
crazy
. So I'll call you whatever I want.”

I cast my eyes around the room for a weapon in case things get messy and I have to fight this bitch and beat her to death. My gaze lands on the lamps on the end tables.

“Listen,” I say calmly. The last thing I want is a brawl ensuing. And I definitely don't want the hotel's security getting involved. Still, I refuse to allow her to bully or disrespect me. “I'm not going to get into this with you. Clearly, you've had a full night at the bar and there's no talking rational to you.”

She waves me on dismissively. “Oh, obviously you're the
delusional
one, hon, so you go right ahead and keep telling yourself whatever you need to in order to sleep at night. But if you
think
pretending you didn't see it, the connection, for yourself is going to change anything, you're wrong.” She swipes a strand of hair from her face. “You were jealous that night. And rightfully so…”

My brow furrows.

Her lashes flutter.

“Mar
Sell
is a wonderful lover in bed…”

I cringe.

“And the way you fucked into my ass…” She licks her lips.

My face flushes as I stare wordlessly at her.

“I never knew taking it in the ass could feel so damn good. I'd never come so hard in my life than I did that night with the two of you. You and Mar
Sell
…” She pauses, licking her lips again, relishing in the memory. “Fucked me so good.”

I blink.

I am not even aware that I am holding my breath until I start to feel lightheaded and my lungs start to burn.

“Ramona, what is it that you
really
want? From me…from us?”

She tilts her head. “I want love…I want
you
to disappear.”

I suck in my breath.

“And I
want
your husband.”

I blink.

“But for now”—she undoes the sash to her coat—“I want
you
to tongue my pussy, then…” Her coat drops to the floor and gathers around her ankles. “Fuck me
en mi culo,
again.”

Marcel

I'm sitting in my office staring at the pile of contracts in front of me. It's been two weeks since that shit with Marika and Marisol—or Ramona, aka Anonymous or whatever other alias that nutty broad goes by—popped off down in Atlantic City, and so far neither of us have heard from her since then.

I still can't believe she told Marika she
wanted
me. That she wanted her to disappear. Then turned around and told her she wanted her to eat her pussy and fuck her in her ass again.

I asked Marika had she. Eaten her out. Fucked her. And the crazy thing is, a part of me lusted at the idea. Hoped that she'd fucked her raw, fucked her out of our lives. But when she averted her eyes, fidgeted with her diamond choker, then met my stare with silence, my fuckin' heart leapt in my throat.

“Is that what
you
think of me?” she finally asked incredulously. “How dare you ask me some damn mess like that? Fucking her was the furthest thing from my mind.”

And, yes, I was relieved. Real shit.

But, then the following day, that fuckin' broad hit me up, talkin' reckless. “Did your wife tell you how she fucked her purple cock into me, stretching my asshole over every inch of her?”

“Yo, fuck outta here, man. I'm not tryna hear that dumb shit. Your ass is delusional.”

She huffed. “Oh, what, you don't believe me,
papi
. Check your email; you can see it for yourself. My asshole fucked open by your wife.”

“Yo, real shit, I'm asking you nicely. Make this the last time you call me. Keep fuckin' around and I'ma have ya ass arrested for harassment.”

Then she flipped her lid. “Motherfucker! You pussy! You ain't shit, Mister Big Shot Mar
Sell
Kennedy! You turn my life upside down, then want to act like what we shared doesn't mean anything to you.”

My nose flared. “Yo, will you listen to ya'self? You sound fuckin' ridiculous right now. It was meaningless sex. You stupid fuck! That shit wasn't 'bout nothing, but catching a nut.”

She snorted. “Oh, really, Mar
Sell
? Well, I don't believe you. It
did
mean something. It still does. And I know it meant something to you as well,
papi
. Fight it if you want,
papi
. One day you'll see how we're meant to be together.”

I rubbed my throbbing head. “I see there is no reasoning with you. I don't know why I thought that was possible. You're insane. Real shit, baby. You're crazy as fuck, yo.”

“Motherfucker!
Voy a hacer de su vida un infierno viviente!
Do you hear me, Marcel? Cross me if you want, I promise you. I will make your life a living hell! You will pay for using me, motherfucker! You and that stuck-up bitch of yours! You're mine! And if I can't have you, neither can she!”

I stared at the phone baffled at how she'd easily flip her lid from one extreme to the other, cussing and threatening me in one breath, then begging me to feed her this dick again in the next.

I finally had enough and banged on her dizzy ass.

I blocked her from emailing me, but she's made up bullshit-ass email addies and went from sending naked shots of herself to sending me faceless videos of herself going off on Marika and me, talking real slick at the mouth. Every day for a whole fucking week she sent them shits, spazzing out, calling us users. Saying I wasn't shit for leading her on. That she was going to make me pay for hurting her. Then she threatened to expose us, if I didn't speak to her.

I was like, “what the fuck?”

But luckily, we haven't heard from her since then. She still hasn't even called into the radio station. Hopefully, she's found another couple to be the object of her obsession. Real shit, I've never been more relieved. I know I'd told Marika to not let her get all up in her head, but that broad's been relentless. Word up.

I'm still kicking myself for stepping to her in the first place, then inviting her into bed with Marika and me. I shoulda left that shit alone. Good pussy or not, that shit wasn't worth the headache.

I'm just glad it's finally over. Fingers crossed, we're done with the likes of her crazy ass. Still, that stunt she pulled in Marika's hotel suite was fucking out of control. On some realness, my mouth dropped open when Marika called me two o'clock in the morning and told me what went down.

“That crazy bitch came up to my hotel room and opened her coat—butt-naked, telling me to eat her pussy and fuck her in her ass again.”

“Yo, she did
whaat?”
I snapped, jolting up in bed, then reaching over and turning on the lamp. “What the fuck you mean she came up to your room and wanted you to fuck her?”

“Just what I said. She refused to leave.”

“What do you mean, ‘she refused to leave'? How the hell did she get in?”

“How the heck you think she got in? I opened the door and there she was. She said she only wanted a few moments to talk. So I let her in.”

I blinked, scratching my head in confusion. “Yo, what the hell? And why would you do that dumb shit?”

“She kept banging on the door. And I didn't want her causing a scene.”

“Oh word? And that's all?”

“Ohmygod, Mar
Sell
,” Marika screeched. “What the hell are you trying to insinuate here? You're making it sound like I asked for this shit with that crazy-ass woman.”

The one thing about Marika and me, we have our disagreements, but yelling and hollering at each other isn't what we do. I can count on one hand the number of nasty fights we've had. One.