Careful of the Company You Keep Page 18

  “Girl, you know good and damn well men will do whatever it takes to get some ass.”

  She frowned and I knew I had pissed her off. “He was already getting the ass.”

  Trying to lighten the mood, I laughed, then moved over to her couch and flopped down on the cushions. “Yeah, and he knew you had caught his ass in a lie and he was trying to butter you up and he did just that.”

  “Shut up.”

  “Whatever.” She hates to hear the truth. “Well, at least tell me that while you were at the jewelry store, you had someone examine the stones.”

  “I was at Wal-Mart’s jewelry counter.”

  Okay, that answered that. I reached for the new Essence magazine that I had been tempted to buy in the grocery store and was glad that I hadn’t. I told you Danielle was stuck on stupid. If she wants to believe that ring is real then she can go right ahead. The first thing my ass would have done was run to a jeweler and have those stones looked at.

  “Calvin stopped by my house the other day,” I said offhandedly as I flipped to the next page.

  Danielle swung around and gave me an evil look.

  “No, bitch. It was nothing like that. He wants you back.”

  She really liked him because she was grinning from ear to ear. “Is he still mad about what we did?”

  I shook my head. “He doesn’t know what we did and I’d like to keep it that way. No. He told me to tell you he’s sorry and that he loves you.”

  She nibbled on her bottom lip, then dropped her head and tried to avoid eye contact. “Tell him I’ve got a new man.”

  “Uh-uh, I’m not telling him anything. I promised to give his message and that’s where it ends.”

  “He’s been e-mailing me and sending me cards and flowers.”

  My eyes grew large. “And you haven’t said anything?”

  She shrugged. “Because I’m with Chance now.”

  Whatever. “I don’t know why the hell you need another thug when you have a nice man who wants nothing more than to settle down with you.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “You are one to talk. John was the nicest man I’ve ever known, but you were never happy with him.”

  I gave a strangled laugh. “John’s a fag.”

  “I’m talking about before you found out about that. Besides, I don’t think he’s a fag. He’s just on the down-low like all the others. I really don’t think he expected you to find out that he liked to get a little booty every now and then.”

  “Whatever. John and Calvin are in two different categories.”

  “Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m with Chance now. He completes me.”

  I wasn’t even going to respond to that comment. Ron completed her as well.

  “He gave me a gift card for a massage, and you know how much that shit cost.”

  I looked up from the magazine. “Where at?”

  She rose, walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up the gift certificate, and handed it to me. HANDS ON MASSAGE.

  I looked it over, and sure enough he had gotten her a one-hour body massage. I was impressed. “Oh shit. I heard this place was nice.”

  “I know.” She beamed with pride.

  Okay, maybe she got me on that one, but something was fishy with Chance’s ass, and it wouldn’t be long before I started seeing that dog’s fleas.

  “Look, I got to go. Kenny’s coming over and I’m cooking tonight.”

  She smiled. “It must be getting serious between y’all.”

  “Girl, I’m just trying to show him I’m just as good in the kitchen as I am in bed.”

  “You slept with him?”

  I was grinning so I know it was written all over my face. “Yep, this afternoon.”

  “How was it?”

  “Giiirrrrl, it was so good! Quick, but good.”

  She gave me a look of disbelief. “Kenny?”

  I nodded. “He’s got a dick on him.”

  “Kenny?”

  “Yes, bitch, Kenny.”

  She fell back against the couch. “Hell nah! Kenny Johnson got a dick on him. Well, they do say that skinny men are packing.”

  “Well, I don’t know about all the rest but my man has it going on.”

  I told her I’d call her tomorrow and headed out to my car and noticed I had left my cell phone on the seat. I looked down and saw I had one new text message. I scrolled through and what I read made me gasp. “Hell nah.”

  STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN, BITCH!

  33

  Danielle

  I sighed while expert fingers kneaded my flesh across my shoulder blades, over my funny bone, and then down along my spine. I haven’t felt this relaxed in weeks.

  “Hmmm, that feels good, Carlos,” I moaned.

  “Thank you, Danielle.” He skimmed my sides and then smoothed back toward my neck. After moving along my bra line down toward my waist, his hands left and were replaced by a warm blanket. “I’ll be right back. I’ve got a fabulous new eucalyptus and lemon massage oil I want to try on you.”

  “That sounds wonderful.”

  “It is. Just keep your eyes closed and enjoy the music,” Carlos urged, then exited the room.

  The acoustic sounds of India.Arie floated through my veins. Any second now and I’d be fast asleep. Coming here was a fabulous idea, I thought with a sigh.

  I folded my arms beneath my head and closed my eyes.

  The knob turned and the door opened, signaling Carlos’s return. I heard him set a bottle on the table beside me, and movement as he returned to stand next to me. He removed the blanket from my back, then lowered the sheet even farther below my waist. Seconds later, warm oil dribbled onto my skin.

  “Aaaaah,” I moaned.

  He massaged the warm liquid along my spine. His strong hands kneaded and squeezed as he moved downward. When he traveled back toward my shoulders, a thumb grazed the side of my breast. I flinched at the intimate touch. The shock of pleasure was enough to threaten my composure. Heat filled my cheeks and desire settled at my stomach. Since when did a massage turn me on?

  Again, Carlos’s fingers traveled along the sides of my breasts, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. Oh, but his hands felt good. They were strong and rough and reminded me of Calvin during foreplay. Whenever his fingers slid across my skin, any tension after a long, hard day was quickly replaced with arousal.

  Like I’m feeling now.

  Shifting slightly, I squeezed my thighs together and tried to simmer some of the heat I was feeling down between my legs. This was not the time to be horny. Yet my kitty-cat was purring and yearned to be stroked.

  Girl, get it together.

  I forced myself to take a deep breath and focus not on my sexual needs, but instead on the masculine hands massaging my lower back. However, when his fingers traveled below my waist, creeping toward my inner thighs, a disturbing response began to stir in the pit of my stomach. My instincts were on red alert. Danger, Will Robinson! Something told me he was not going to stop until his fingertips slid along my most intimate part. I held my breath while my brain screamed, What kind of day spa is this? Obviously, the kind where a massage included a little somethin’ somethin’.

  And, bitch, you’re enjoying every second of it.

  I refused to acknowledge what I was feeling. Instead, I raised my head and was about to cuss his ass out when his hands slipped between my legs, guiding them apart. All I could do was hold my breath while strong fingers caressed my slick folds. A moan escaped my lips and my head rolled to the side in delight. I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him, not even when one of his fingers found my opening and plunged inside. “Ohhh,” I gasped. My breath caught in my throat, cutting off any ability to form words or even coherent thoughts. Heat pooled and throbbed between my thighs, wetting me shamelessly. A powerful surge of wanting hit me and I wanted so badly for it to be Calvin. I rocked my hips toward his fingers ready to beg him to—

  Snap out of it!

  Realization fin
ally sank in. Slamming my legs shut, I swung around, facing him. “What the fuck are you—!” My demand died on my lips.

  Familiar hazel eyes stared down at me.

  Oh. My. God. I swallowed hard with relief. My body wasn’t yearning for the touch of a stranger. My body, as well as my heart, had known the man standing before me for the last three weeks. Tall and fine with smooth milk chocolate skin that simply melted in your mouth like a Hershey’s Kiss.

  Chance studied me for so long, I flinched.

  “You asked what am I doing?” Chance asked as he lowered his hands to my thighs again, causing heat to resume. “Take a guess. What do you think I’m doing?”

  Our eyes locked for several intense moments until my thighs clenched. I knew that look. It was the look he got just before playing my body like a musical instrument. “I-I don’t know.”

  “I came to remind you who yo man is. Do you have a problem with that?”

  I stared up into his handsome face while my heart slammed against my rib cage with excitement. “No, not at all.”

  “Good,” he replied, then eased my thighs apart and stood between them. “What I’m getting ready to do now is touch you here,” he began as his fingers slid across my pussy. “And here,” he continued as his thumb grazed my clit.

  “Ohhh.” I bit my lip to keep from crying out and risk someone hearing us, which was no easy task. Chance’s finger slipped between my wet lips, moving in and out in slow, determined strokes. Leaning back with my feet planted firmly on the table, I spread my legs wider, opening wantonly for his touch. “Yeeesss,” I panted.

  His fingertips teased and probed, reminding me how much I loved him being inside me. I love his aggressive, this-is-my-pussy dominant behavior. Another moan escaped my lips as a familiar surge of pleasure flowed through my body. Suddenly, I wanted him to take all that I had to give. I rocked my hips toward him, encouraging Chance to stroke me hard and deep.

  “Did you know it was me and not Carlos touching you?” he asked.

  “I knew . . . oh . . . I knew.” Telltale evidence of my arousal was now slick on the inside of my thighs.

  “Liar,” he snarled. “I told you I ain’t sharing my pussy with no one.”

  At his tone, I opened my eyes expecting to see anger. Instead, I saw a look of satisfaction. I gazed through half-mast lids while his finger continued to probe my body. It was difficult to think when all I wanted was him, inside me. My breath hissed between my teeth. “You know the only person this belongs to is you.”

  Chance let out a low groan. “How I know that? You looked like you were about to give some to Carlos.”

  Hell to the no. Why would I do that when I had someone like him? My head thrashed to the side. “I-I’m sorry, baby. I won’t give your pussy to anyone else.” I was practically pleading.

  “You promise?” he asked before lowering his mouth, kissing me for the briefest moment.

  “I promise. Never, baby. Never,” I chanted as I rocked my hips. “Never.”

  Chance lowered the table, and I stifled a groan when his fingers left my swollen lips to swirl in my short-cropped pubic hair.

  “Oh, yeeesss,” I whimpered softly. He slid his fingers along the entrance to my kitty-cat again and I had to stop myself from crying aloud.

  “You’re wet, baby girl.”

  My knees started shaking as he inserted one long finger inside me, drawing out another whimper. While his finger moved slowly inside, his thumb continued to caress my clit. Breathing excitedly, I bucked against his hand so his fingers slid deeper inside.

  My head rolled to the side, then my eyes opened, and I suddenly remembered where I was. What the hell was I doing, letting Chance finger fuck me in a public place? Carlos was bound to return at any moment.

  When his strokes deepened, my eyelids fell shut again, and any fear of being caught was the furthest thing from my mind. With my pussy leading the way, I couldn’t have asked him to stop even if I had wanted him to.

  And I did not.

  Within seconds, I was hanging from a cliff, trying to hold on. I withered, cried out, and raised my hips higher to meet his thrusts, demanding release.

  “I love this, Danielle. I love you,” he said hoarsely.

  “Me, too, baby. Me, too.”

  He shoved another finger in and drove harder. I massaged his fingers with warmth and wetness, and was more than ready for something thick, chocolate, and no less than ten inches. I was ready to tremble beneath his hard thrusts, to cry out his name in delight.

  “Damn, that feels sooo good!” I moaned.

  His callused thumb was still stroking my clit. Rocking my hips back and forth, I was able to feel his finger against my spot. A climax was so close, I could taste it. But before I could take myself over the edge, he removed his hand. I protested with a loud moan. “Fuck, Chance. Quit playing!”

  Chance chuckled. “Patience, baby. You waited this long. I think you can wait a little longer,” he told me with a cocky grin.

  Damn him! He purposely held me dangling from a thread just shy of an orgasm.

  He trailed his fingers up over my belly, leaving behind a path of heat. His hand reached my breasts and I muffled a sob at the light friction that caused my nipples to pucker. They became so tight the only thing that could soothe them was a warm, wet tongue. Only he lowered his head, instead, and captured my mouth. Our tongues tangled in a heated dance so sensual my body ignited. There was nothing gentle about his kiss; it was so intense and possessive it made my head spin.

  With him standing between my legs, leaning over me, his jeans rubbed against my clit and I gasped and came up off the table. I never knew my body could feel like this, tight, aching, and yearning. As much as I enjoyed foreplay, I was eager for a stiff, hard ride on his ten-inch dick.

  “Please, Chance. I need to feel you inside me—now.” Playing with my pussy was not enough.

  Pulling back, he looked down into my eyes and said, “Not yet, baby girl.”

  I was on the verge of screaming. He was torturing me and wouldn’t give me an inch until he was good and damn ready, even if I felt like I was gonna lose my mind.

  I glided my hand beneath his shirt. His muscles contracted with every touch. His heart throbbed against my palm. Oh, how I loved this man!

  He flicked his tongue across my nipple before his lips touched me and I shuddered. Sucking and nibbling one, and pinching the other with his fingers, he wasn’t even trying to be gentle. I moaned with delight while he sucked greedily.

  “Please!” I cried. I hadn’t had any in two days and that had been much too long.

  Chance ignored me, drawing out my torment, and continued to draw circles around my nipples. His fingers slid down to the apex of my body with lazy intent, playing with my belly button, then settling between my legs to nudge at my clitoris again. On contact, I quaked against his fingers. He rubbed and teased until he had me trembling wildly. Within seconds, I was crying out his name and practically speaking in tongues. I was about to come and then he stopped.

  “We don’t have much time before Carlos comes back,” Chance murmured as he rose.

  The pulse between my thighs had me squirming on the table. I didn’t need much time. As horny as I was, I’d take whatever the fuck I could get.

  With his eyes glued to mine, he pulled off his shirt, then reached down for his belt buckle and unfastened his jeans. His muscled arms flexed with the movement and sweat glistened down the hard ridges of his massive chest. My pussy clenched with anticipation. As soon as his boxers were off, Chance pulled me to the end of the table and positioned himself between my trembling thighs. His dick pressed against me and my legs drooped wider, naturally.

  “You planned this.” It was a statement.

  Locking eyes, he watched my expression. “I did,” he said with a heart-stopping grin I loved so much. “Now tell me what you want.”

  “You.”

  Chance rubbed against my wet folds. “Where do you want me?”

  “Ther
e . . . oh, right there.” I moaned and lifted my hips, trying to guide him where I needed to feel him most, only he pulled back. I whimpered, and for the first time felt powerless.

  “Please, Chance,” I pleaded.

  “Please what?” he asked. His swollen head brushed against my clit, sending a bolt of heat shooting through my veins.

  I was out of my mind with lust. “Fuck me, dammit!”

  “Only if you promise to be mine forever,” he said, then stilled, trapping me between explosive pleasure and further torment.

  With a sound of desperation, I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I promise, now . . . please . . . I need to feel you inside of me.”

  Chance thrust his hips forward and my body stretched to accommodate him. When he finally drove the full length of his dick inside me, I gave a cry of pleasure. I forgot all about the rest of the world and focused on him and only him. His strokes lengthened, each time sliding all the way out then driving back in hard. Groaning, I rocked my hips and met him, my needy body taking him fully.

  “Yeeesss, that feels sooo good,” I gasped into his mouth.

  Tremors took over my body. Chance swallowed my cries and deepened his strokes, hammering into me hard and fast. His grip at my hips tightened and his breathing became ragged. I fought for my breath as he kept up the pace. Within seconds, his dick bucked and I knew he was about to come.

  I tightened, my breath caught. He groaned while I whimpered. He came and on his final surge, my lips parted and a sob spilled from the back of my throat. “Yeeeeeessss!”

  Chance finally collapsed on top of me. While holding him close, I listened to his deep breathing and felt his heart pounding next to mine. I felt so complete. My fingers stroked the taut muscles of his back. Light kisses rained his neck. I could have stayed like this for hours. I sighed and heard a knock at the door.

  I stiffened. “Did you remember to lock the door?” I asked barely above a whisper.

  Chance chuckled. “Yes, baby. I remembered.” He kissed my mouth, then withdrew and rose and reached for a towel. “Now we better get out of here before we get my frat brother in trouble.”