Color of Deception (12 page)

Chapter 32

“I can’t believe your drunk ignant behind went to their house. What the hell for? Did you go to clear your conscience and tell Peter the real reason behind his wife’s death? Or what, you feeling sorry for yourself because I said our son ain’t yours? Worthless piece of sh–”

“I…re…really can’t stand you!” Roger slurred. His eyes were closed as he reclined in the passenger seat of his car as Porsha drove. He was sick of hearing her voice, it was only increasing the thumping from the headache he had. Spending the night in jail would’ve been like paradise in comparison. Anger radiated through his body even in his incoherent state.

The police showed up at Pete’s house and found Roger on the ground leaning against the back left tire of his car, with the heat of the late afternoon sun bearing down on him. He was a sweaty, drunken mess. Sweat stains ringed the collar and arm pits of his tan shirt. After Roger got the number wrong multiple times, because of his drunken state, the police officer was finally able to get through to Porsha on the phone to come and pick him up so he wouldn’t have to spend a night in jail. Porsha got one of her girlfriends to bring her over so she could drive Roger’s car back home. Debra and Pete watched the scene from the window not wanting to get involved, desperately wanting to distance themselves from the threat of having Carl taken away from them.

“I can’t stand your drunk behind either! What the hell were you doing there Roger?” Porsha slammed on the brake coming to a stop at a red light. Roger bumped forward a bit from the drag of the car halting. “That baby isn’t yours any more than Raheem is,” she laughed. “Raqual and Reema probably ain’t yours either.” SPLAT! She slapped him on the face. “For all you know you shooting blanks!” She rolled her eyes at him in disgust as he pushed her hand away.

Her words stung him even in his intoxicated state. But he refused to let her put him down. “No…no wonder they ain’t mine when their momma a WHORE!” He shouted with a taunting laugh. “Their daddy could be any man in the state of Maryland, hell Virginia and DC too cause I know your coo… coochie don’t discriminate,” Roger barked in her face. He didn’t care if his words just unleashed the demon in her. He was drunk enough to forget the whole episode by tomorrow. Roger shot her an evil look. If looks could kill she would disintegrate into ashes, and the devil in hell would be kicking her out for disturbing his peace.

Porsha exploded by throwing blows to his face – scratching and punching him. He was too drunk to care or feel the effects of her hits. He just blocked her with his hands as best he could.

Horns sounded off harshly from other drivers behind them because the light had turned green. This snapped Porsha out of her rage on Roger and onto the drivers behind her by putting her arm out the window and sticking up her middle finger. Which only increased the angry horn blows and choice cuss words addressed to her.

Porsha slowly drove forward continuing her taunt on the drivers behind her.

“I’m lea…leaving you and those damn ungrateful, disrespectful kids! I’m through with you!” Pete closed his eyes unable to keep them open any longer.

“Like hell you leaving me. You ain’t going nowhere!” She now sped like a wild woman down the highway after smacking him again in the face with her free hand.

Twenty minutes later they were back home in the bedroom vigorously tearing each other clothes off. One thing they both could always count on was being turned on for each other after their violent arguments.

Roger had Porsha pressed against the bedroom door, her bare legs wrapped around his bare waist. He held her voluptuous naked butt in his hands as he sucked her full lips, then down her throat, slowly making his way to her full eager breasts. He effortlessly unclasped the front snap of her bra to release the twins. His mouth hungrily covered both nipples as he pushed her breasts together with his hands. Porsha moaned in pleasure, throwing her head back. If nothing else, she knew Roger could sex her senseless, blow her freaking mind, which only made her hungry for more. There was no way she would ever let him leave her no matter how difficult she made it for him. He was sentenced to her for forever.

Porsha fought to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants to hold his throbbing flesh in her hands. She wanted him badly, she needed to feel him thrusting inside her, now. Within seconds Roger was deep inside her, pounding lustfully in her womanly folds. She cried out in ecstasy until minutes later they both exploded together gasping for air. Forgetting their disgust for each other.

Chapter 33

After feeding Carl a warm bottle and putting him down for a nap, Pete made his way downstairs to check on Debra. She was really shaken up by Roger’s surprise appearance just hours ago. It took Pete a while to get her to calm down. He made her some herbal tea which his wife Moriah drank whenever she wanted to relax and relieve stress. After Debra took a few sips of the hot tea, Pete noticed that she had seemed to a little bit calmer than before.

He found her in the living room, lying back on the couch with her feet up and her eyes closed.
God she’s beautiful
. He quietly admired her freckled face and her gorgeous natural red hair draped around her shoulders. Her full-figured, shapely body looked delicious in her yellow tank top and black knee high skirt which revealed toned spotless legs. He imagined them being wrapped around his waist as they endlessly made love. He inwardly groan at the thought.

“Hey,” Debra spoke sensing the heat of his gaze on her. She slowly opened her eyes to find him staring down on her. “He went down to sleep okay?” She sat up, throwing her legs over the couch and letting her bare feet rest on the hardwood floor.

“Yeah.” Pete walked further into the living room. “Did I wake you?”

“No. I just had my eyes closed.” She felt extremely self-conscious with his sexy blue eyes studying her. “Come sit,” she pat the space on the couch next to her. “You’re making me feel like an invalid the way you’re looking at me.”

“Sorry,” Pete said, snapping out of his trance. He didn’t realize he was staring at her. But who could blame him? Every time he was near her his emotions were haywire. He had to mentally talk himself out of wrapping her in his arms and kissing her senseless whenever they were alone – hell even when others were present he wanted to do forbidden things with her, things he’d only done with his wife.

Pete walked over and sat on the couch next to her, but not too close leaving a few inches between them. He didn’t know how much more torture he could take having this beautiful, caring, intelligent woman in his life and not have her – all of her as his own. He had been replaying their brief kiss in his mind constantly for days – tormenting himself, wanting more.

After he sat down next to her, Debra began regretting her suggestion for him to sit there. His nearness was already wreaking havoc on her mind and body. It had been two and a half years since she had sex. Her ex-husband was the last man she slept with. So she figured her lack of sex may have been the reason her sex drive was severely heightened whenever she was near him. Every night she spent under his roof, when it was her turn to stay over to help care for Carl – she took a cold shower before bed. That or she knew without a doubt she would end up naked in his bed begging him to do unspeakable things to her. A few days ago she’d decided she had to tell him that sleeping over wasn’t working out for her anymore, that perhaps Carl should sleep at her house during her nights to share in the care. But that can wait.

“Do you think we need to worry about Roger?” Debra asked breaking their momentary silence.

Pete relaxed his long legs, stretching them out in front of him as he leaned back against the couch to get more comfortable. He looked straight ahead, at nothing in particular – the pictures on the wall, the window. Carl’s baby swing, the view to the dining room – anywhere but on her as to not distract himself. As to not want to haul her over his lap and devour her.

“No. He was drunk. He’ll probably forget and regret his whole episode tomorrow.” Pete finally turned and looked at Debra watching him. “I’m not going to let anyone take Carl away,” he promised. He may have not been one hundred percent sure over a month ago – but he was positive now that he wanted to raise Carl and give him the life his mother was robbed of giving him herself.

Debra released a breath and sighed with relief. Even though it had been over a month and things seemed to be going well with everyone pitching in to care for Carl, she still wasn’t sure that Pete was fully committed to taking on his guardianship role indefinitely.

“What if he is Carl’s biological father?” Debra asked. She had her reasons for wanting a permanent role in Carl’s life. But even though Roger scared the crap out of her showing up unexpected today, she just knew it wouldn’t be fair to deny him the opportunity to raise his son – if in fact that’s what he wanted to do. Carlisha didn’t mention who the father of her son was, other than he had denied she was pregnant with his child.

“We’ll just have to wait to cross that bridge if the time comes. Right now I am legal guardian. If that guy is his father I will have no problems working out some type of arrangement. But as drunk as he was today I doubt he’s in any position to raise a child.” Pete watched as relief swept over her gorgeous face.
Oh God I want her!
His eyes narrowed in on her pouty lips, he ached to taste them again, to let his tongue explore the sweet heat of her mouth. He discreetly shifted his body to adjust his pants to hide the bulge that wanted to strain through. He felt like a horny teenager and it was driving him CRAZY! He had to get a grip.

“Okay,” she responded, looking away from him. She was pleased with his stance on his responsibility for Carl because it was a helluva lot different weeks ago.

“I’ve been thinking,” this caught her attention. Debra turned and looked back at him, his eyes were intent on hers. “Would you be interested in working for me, at the print shop?” Unfortunately since Carlisha’s position was open, he couldn’t think of a better person to fill the vacancy than Debra. He knew the pay would be more that what she made as a cashier at the grocery store, plus, he would be able to see her more often. The few nights she spent at his house for Carl wasn’t enough. “The pay is great and learning the ins and outs of a printing business would be beneficial for your degree in business,” he enticed.

Debra was surprised by his job offer, but pleased none the less. She’d been trying to find another job but with no luck. “I…I would like that actually.” Although she knew this meant that they would be seeing each other more. Working at Minute Print would be better for her than her position at the grocery store. She was tired of working different shifts, the pay wasn’t that great, plus she’d be able to manage her time better for school and other personal reasons. “Thank you!” she smiled shyly which only made Pete’s groin ache for her even more.

Pete smiled admiring her beautiful smile and freckled face. “Great! We can go over the details later.” He felt like doing summersaults for some odd reason. This woman made him so giddy he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Moments passed as they sat awkwardly quiet.

Sexual tension took over the atmosphere in the room. She looked away from him. Not sure of what to say or do with herself next. She hated how recently she felt so tongued tied around him. Sometimes she felt like a gawky teenager crushing on a hot jock at school.
Ugh! I’m forty-two years old, I shouldn’t be this self-conscious around a man. We’re two adults, we should be able to handle ourselves appropriately.
She reasoned, doubtfully. She shifted her body again to face Pete to say something, put when she saw him watching her with those sexy blue eyes she’d come to admire, she suddenly found herself straddling his lap and burying her tongue in his mouth holding his head with her hands pressed against his cheeks. She just couldn’t torture herself any longer. Her need for him took all her common sense away. All the concerns she had about
not going there
with him vanished.

Pete didn’t know what came over her, but whatever it was if she hadn’t acted first he would’ve. His hands entangled in her long natural red hair. Their tongues explored and mated in their mouths. Pete hands trailed up and down her back, her thighs that were now exposed because the fabric of her skirt rode up as she straddled him. His hands moved down to her voluptuous butt, they fit so nicely in the palms of his hands. She moaned as he squeezed her round behind. She pushed her body more into his, her arms around his neck, her full breast pressed against his strong chest, her crotch massaging his groin. His erection straining through his pants making her wetter than she thought was possible. Pete marveled at how perfectly she fit in his arms – like they were made for each other. He got intoxicated on her feminine scent. He kissed her along the neck, now massaging her breast through her tank top.

“OH MY GOD!” They heard a familiar voice screeched.

Pete and Debra drunkenly pulled away from each other and stared toward the direction of the voice and footsteps in the living room. Rachel stood with her mouth wide open in shock, her mother Leah behind her was transfixed by the scene in front of them. Debra quickly hopped off of Pete’s lap and straightened her clothes. Embarrassment overwhelmed her. She couldn’t imagine what Rachel and Leah may be thinking.

Pete stood up, already missing having Debra in his arms. “Ah, we didn’t hear you…”

“I’m so sorry,” Leah finally spoke. “The door was unlocked and we just walked in…” she trailed off watching her daughter escape.

Rachel spun on her heels and dashed out of the living room, out of the house.

“Uh. I’m going to get her. Sorry about disturbing you two,” Leah said, still in shock. “Bye.” She dashed out after Rachel.

Pete watched as Leah quickly walked away. He dragged his hand through his hair in frustration.
By the way Rachel reacted, there’s no doubt she didn’t like what she saw.
But he knew the reason wasn’t just for catching her uncle making out. It was the fact that he was making out with someone that wasn’t his wife.
I should have locked the door.
He turned and looked at Debra, she looked like she was about to cry from humiliation.

“I’m sorry that just happened,” he stepped closer to her. He gently placed his hands on her shoulder, then he moved them up and down the side of her arms in a comforting gesture.

Debra stood motionless for a moment, still stunned by what just transpired. “Oh God! Did you see Rachel’s face?” She looked up at him.

“She’s a big girl. She’ll be all right, just shocked seeing her uncle making out,” he smiled softly trying to bring some humor to the awkward situation. “I don’t regret what we did.” He looked down at her wanting to recapture her mouth again.

Debra pulled away from him, “I…I’m going to go up to my room.”

Pete studied her as she pulled away from him. He was disappointed that their moment together had to come to an end so quickly. “What about dinner. I can put a pizza in the oven,” he suggested. He didn’t want her to run away again like she did the first time they kissed.
Damn Rachel and Leah for walking in on us.
He watched Debra standing in front of him fighting with indecision. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
Don’t fight it
, he begged of her internally.

“No I’m fine. I had a late lunch.” She turned and started to leave.

“Debra, please don’t fight what we both know is brewing between us.”

She stopped halfway on her way out of the living room. He willed her to turn around and run back into his arms. But she continued with her exit, leaving him wanting to find Rachel and Leah and berate them for barging into his house announced.