8
Renee
I went and got another round of drinks even though I knew good and well neither one of us needed another. But what the hell? You only live once, and I knew I wouldn't be back in this place again anytime soon. Although I have to admit I was having a hell of a time with the few folks in this place that were my age. I returned to the table just as Danielle came back and lowered onto the seat.
“Who the hell was that fine mothajumper?”
“His name is Chance.”
“Chance?” I frowned as I watched him move around the bar. “Where's he from?”
“St. Louis, can you believe it?”
“St. Louis?” Something about him suddenly seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
“What?”
“I don't know. I was wondering if I knew him.” There was something about him, but there was no telling. I knew a lot of people. “So whassup with him?”
“Nothing really. I gave him my number so I'll see if he calls me.”
At least she gave him her number. I thought with Ron being in the room she'd be scared to even try to step to another. The last time she did, Ron's ass clowned Calvin. He stole on that negro before he saw it coming. Hee-hee! That was some funny shit. That's a good sign. Maybe she was ready to move on. And it's about damn time. Ron just ain't worth losing sleep over.
I looked over and saw Landon heading our way. Leslie was nowhere in sight. “Whassup?” I asked as if I hadn't been watching him since he left our table.
“I'm so sorry about all that.” His apology seemed sincere.
“Whassup with you and Leslie? 'Cause inquiring minds want to know.”
He shrugged like it was no big deal. “That's the past.”
I rolled my eyes. “Must not be, the way she was sweating yo ass.”
Danielle gave him a hard look. “I think you need to go on back over there with her, 'cause Ima have to whup her ass if she come over here trippin' again.”
“She left.”
I smiled. “Good, then have a seat.”
9
Danielle
I waved Renee good-bye. I should have known she was going to take Landon home. Hell, I wasn't no hater. If I had my way I would have been inviting Chance home with me. But as I followed the crowd out of the club, hoping to run into him again, I couldn't find him. Hopefully he'll call meâsoon. In the meantime, I would have to go without getting any dick tonight.
You can always pull out your vibrator.
Hell no. I needed something tonight that a piece of plastic could not give me. Something rough and dirty that only a thug could offer.
I reached inside my purse for my keys and crossed the street. Everybody was coming out of the club, and both the street and sidewalk were crowded. Nobody appeared to be in a rush to go home. Neither was I, but where else did I have to go?
When I got close to my vehicle, I almost tripped on the heel of my boot when I spotted Ron leaning against the hood of my Durango smoking a blunt. Cops were circling the area, but leave it to him not to give a fuck.
My heart soared when I realized he hadn't gone home with that slut.
Bitch, you gotta play it cool.
I couldn't let him know how happy I was to see him waiting for me. Instead of running into his arms like I was dying to do, I ignored him and walked around and unlocked my door.
“Yo, whassup?”
I simply shrugged. “What's up wit you?”
“Nothing,” he said and took another hit. “Where yo nigga at?”
Oh, he had noticed. By the frown on his face, I knew it pissed him off.
Good
.
“I don't have a nigga.”
Ron dropped the blunt to the ground and put it out with his foot. The whole time I stood there with the door open, waiting. I knew I should get in and just pull off but I couldn't, because this was the moment I've been waiting for.
“Want some company?” he finally asked.
“I guess,” I said. It took everything not to smile.
“Yo, it's either yes or no.”
I rolled my eyes and climbed in. Ron was always trying to run things. “You can either come or you don't.”
Please come.
I was already staring down at his crotch.
“Yeah, aw'ight. I'll be there in a few.”
Nodding, I pulled away, and as soon as I reached the corner, I stopped my SUV long enough to scream “Hell yeah!” at the top of my lungs, then tried not to get a ticket as I sped home to change my sheets.
10
Renee
I pulled into the driveway, raised the door to the two-car garage, and signaled for Landon to pull into the spot beside me. The last thing I needed was for the neighbors to be knowing what's going on at my house.
I'm an undercover freak. Tamara was staying the night with a friend and Quinton was spending the weekend at his father's. I was free to get buck wild without an audience. Otherwise, I would have had Landon pay for a hotel. And not a cheap one, either.
The door lowered, I climbed out. Landon came around beside me.
“You live in a nice neighborhood.”
What did he think I lived in? The hood like that rat, Leslie?
I just smiled, moved toward the door, and opened it. He followed me inside and gave a wolf whistle as he looked around. “Damn, Renee! You living large.”
I love when people compliment my house.
“Shit, maybe I need to write a book.”
I get a kick out of how people think just because you write books you've got to be rich. And I'd be damned if I corrected him. With the money from my separation agreement, I was able to afford a house I was proud to call my home. But I didn't invite him over for a tour. I wanted to get to know him better, if you get my drift.
I reached inside the refrigerator, removed two Coronas, and signaled for him to follow me into the family room. While he got comfortable on my leather couch, I went over to the stereo and turned on the “Quiet Storm.” I moved over to that couch and took a seat, putting just enough distance between us but close enough that I could reach over and caress his thigh. For a long time, neither of us said anything and just enjoyed the music. Atlantic Starr was singing “Secret Lovers.” I hadn't heard that cut in years.
“I can't believe I'm here with you,” Landon said with a sheepish grin.
“Neither can I.” I can bet Leslie is madder than a mothafucka. Hee-hee!
“What are you smiling about?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, so you're not going to tell me what's on your mind.” He tried to tickle me and I jumped back out of his reach.
“Hey!” I laughed. “I didn't say that.”
“Then tell me. What're you thinking about?”
“I'm wondering when you're going to shut the hell up and kiss me.”
“You said nothing but the word.”
He took both our drinks and set them on the floor, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. Mmmm. Yummy! They were soft and he knew how to give just enough tongue without getting all sopping wet. I moaned when he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. I locked my hands around his neck and leaned in closer. I could feel my body responding to him.
Now that's what I'm talking about!
A brotha with looks and skills. Landon was a passionate kisser who cared about making sure I was enjoying it as much as he was.
I closed my eyes while he nibbled and licked at my neck, each touch sending chills down my spine. I could tell he liked to take his time, while I was ready to get busy. I slipped my hands beneath his shirt and caressed his pecs. Oh, but they felt good. His hand slipped under mine and he unclasped my bra and reached inside to caress my itty-bitty titties.
Oooh, yesss!
Eager to get this show started, I broke the kiss and pulled his shirt over his head, then removed my own.
“Do you want to go up to your room?” he suggested.
“Not just yet,” I whispered. Rising, I stood before him, reached for my zipper, and removed my jumpsuit and stood before him in a pair of lace panties.
“You're beautiful.”
“So I've been told.”
He pulled me back down on the couch. The whole time he was kissing me, my mind was racing with possibilities. Little Landon Lawson had grown up to be a man.
Never one to let a brotha think he has the upper hand, I flipped him onto his back and allowed my tongue to travel from his neck across his pecs while he palmed the cheeks of my ass.
“Damn, you're sensual,” he moaned.
Okayyy
, that shit sounded gay as hell, but 'cause he's sexy, I'd let that comment pass as well. But one more of those and I was going to slip him John's address, then show him the door.
I slid my tongue down his fabulous abs and followed the trail of hair to the band of his boxer briefs. I love the way they look on a man, especially if he has large legs. And Landon's thighs are massive. And that's not the only thing. That bulge in his briefs was enough to make me salivate. Anxious to see what was inside, I instructed him to raise his hips. I lowered his underwear and wanted to shout.
Oh, hubba bubba, Landon, go grab that rubba!
“Mmmm, Daddy, you're full of surprises.”
He beamed, and he had every reason to be proud.
I got down on my knees on the floor and instructed him to hang off the edge of the couch. With his legs spread, I moved between them. As soon as he was comfortable, I licked a path up one inner thigh and then the other, teasing and drawing closer to the tip each time but never quite reaching him. Landon lifted his hips, trying to get me to lick the head of his big black snake, but I refused. Don't he know by now I do things at my own pace, and damned if I'm going to rush. Besides, I like to make a brotha beg.
“Please, Renee. Suck it.”
See what I'm talking about?
“Not yet,” I said and blew on the tip. He squirmed. I chuckled. I teased him a little longer, then captured the head between my lips and lightly sucked. Oh, he was moaning like a baby now.
I lowered and swallowed him whole, released him, then took it slowly in and out of my mouth, sucking and releasing, taking him deeper and deeper and releasing again.
“Oh, hell yeah!” he said.
“You like that?” I asked between slurps.
“Hell yeah. Take all that dick.”
But can you handle it
, I thought as I released him and slid my tongue around to his balls and nibbled at one and then the other. He arched off the couch. I wrapped my fist around the base and my hand traveled up and down his length while I kept my lips at the head sucking. He rocked and tried to take my head deeper but I wasn't having it. As soon as I thought he was on the verge of coming, I released him and rose.
“Where you going?” Landon asked, looking desperate as hell.
“To my room.”
I didn't even have to look over my shoulder to know he was right behind me.
11
Danielle
I had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang. My heart was beating with excitement. Tonight I was getting my man back!
I pulled the towel tightly around me, sprayed a little mango-scented mist at my neck and wrists, then moved to the door. This time it's going to work, I just know it, because I'm not letting anyone stand between us. That's a promise.
Swinging the door open, I found Ron waiting on the other side. His eyes traveled down to my towel-clad body and he smiled.
“Whassup?”
I struck a pose as I leaned against the door jamb. “Are you going to come in or you planning on standing out on my porch all night?”
Chuckling, he moved into the house. I pulled the door shut and moved to stand in front of Ron.
“Where's your daughter?” he asked.
“She doesn't live here anymore.”
“That's too bad.”
“No, it's not,” I said and stepped forward until my thighs brushed against his. “Ron, I meant what I said. I am so sorry for not believing you when you tried to tell me the truth.”
He looked unconvinced. “Are you now?”
“Yep.”
“You ready to show me just how sorry you are?”
“Yes.” I rose on my tiptoes and tried to kiss him but he pulled back.
“Yo, it's gonna take more than that to show me.”
“What do you want?”
“Shit, you know what I want,” he replied with that thug cockiness that I missed.
I smirked, then reached down for his zipper. “Yep, I know exactly what you need.” As soon as his pants hit the floor, I dropped to my knees and removed his dick from his boxers. I had forgotten how big and beautiful it was. I eased it inside my mouth, sucking gently while stroking his length. I was determined for him to remember how good it used to be between us. Within seconds my head was bobbing back and forth as I deep-throated his length.
“Yeah, that's it. Take this dick.”
I moved faster. Ron rocked back and forth, then grabbed the back of my head and guided me. It got to be too much and I started to gag, but I wasn't about to complain or stop because I was willing to do whatever it took to make Ron happy. To bring my man back home. I could feel his muscles tighten with every stroke. I sucked him continuously while using one hand to massage his balls.
He finally pushed my head away. “That's enough. I need to be inside you.”
I rose.
“Come here.”
As soon as I did, he snatched the towel away. Staring down at me, he stroked the length of his dick. “Move over to the chair.”
Obediently, I moved and took a seat.
“Nope. Turn around. I want your ass in the air so I can see that pussy.”
I assumed the doggy-style position, and before I could take a breath he slammed deep inside me. It was rough and hard and just the way I liked it until it got to be too much. He was banging me so hard I felt him all up in my stomach. “Ron, you're hurting me!”
Ron slapped me hard across the ass. “Take this dick! You know you like it.” He smacked my ass again. “Tell me you like it.”
By this time the walls of my kitty-cat had completely relaxed and I was coming all over the place. “
Oooh, baby!
I like it.”
“You love it.”
“Yes, I love it!”
“You love me?”
Tears streamed from my eyes. “Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby. I love you so much. I never stopped loving you.” It was so good and powerful that I started to bawl. Here I was making love with the man I loved. How sweet is that!
Ron plunged harder and it hurt so good. It wasn't long before I came hard, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.
“I'm about to come all in that pussy! Uuugh!” he grunted, then squirted hard inside me. He pulled out and collapsed on the floor, and I landed on top of him and held on to him tight. There was so much I wanted to say. I wanted to tell Ron how much I still loved him and how hard it had been these last several months without him. The fact that he had come home to me proved that he was hurting as much as I had been. Yep, Ron and I were going to be together forever. I lay there thinking about waking up to him every morning again.
After a while, I rose and moved to the bathroom next to the kitchen to grab a towel. Ron lay there on the floor while I cleaned him up.
“Want something to eat? I think I might have some Twinkies.”
“Nah. I need to get home.”
My face dropped.
Home. He's already home.
“Why don't you stay the night with me?”
He shook his head, avoiding eye contact, and reached for his pants. “Yo, I got some business to take care of. I'll be in touch.”
I sat on the floor and watched as he got dressed and walked out my front door.