Talk a Good Game Page 6

  “Sounds to me like you need to be making a choice because I’m a first round draft pick. I don’t play second to nobody.”

  I nodded, because he was right. And for once in my life, a man had made it clear I couldn’t have it both ways. And I had mad respect for that.

  “You figure out what you want then, you let me know. Unlike you, I’m not window-shopping. I’m dating to find someone.”

  I nodded and leaned over for him to kiss me. I caught him looking at my DD-cups but apparently that wasn’t enough.

  Kaleb walked me to the door and the whole time I was thinking about how wonderful a day I’d had. After the balloon ride we had gone to explore the caves in Rockbridge State Park then we went to listen to jazz and have dinner at Murray’s restaurant. Kaleb was romantic, spontaneous and rich. Everything I wanted in a man and I’d be a fool to let such a good man go.

  He was backing out of the driveway when I cried, “Wait!” and rushed over to his Range Rover. Kaleb put his foot on the brake and rolled down the window. I wasted no time. “I wanna be with you.”

  “I hope you mean it,” he said and looked serious.

  I was more sure than I’ve been about anything in my life. “I am. Just give me a chance to talk to him next weekend.”

  Kaleb looked pleased. “One week. After that, you belong to me.”

  Once we were inside, I led him up to my bedroom, where he dragged me into his arms and kissed me. This time it was more powerful than before and had my breasts swelling and my nipples hardening.

  I lifted the shirt over my head then unclasped and tossed my bra away. Just as I hoped a low growl rumbled in his chest and then he shocked me and dropped to his knees and kissed the skin at my belly. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Tension coiled inside me while he kissed and nibbled, swirling his tongue along my navel. It honestly felt better than I had imagined.

  Reaching down I unsnapped my jeans, followed by the zipper and lowered it along with my panties down to my ankles and kicked them away.

  “Damn!” was all he could say and yet I felt so excited when his eyes settled over me. “You want some of my cupcake, don’t you?”

  He laughed. “Cupcake?”

  “Hell yeah, my cupcake. It’s sweet and if you lick just right you’ll find my creamy center.” He was staring at me so hard, my legs started to quiver with anticipation.

  His hand moved slowly up my leg, until his thumb stroked the lips of my sex before he parted my swollen lips. “I hope it taste like chocolate,” he murmured then he leaned in close. I shuddered the second his tongue dipped inside me and then slid along the length of my slit.

  “Oh my God!” I gasped. His tongue was on point. I’m serious.

  Nothing could have prepared me for this. Not the books or the number of men I have brought to my bedroom over the years. I mean nothing could touch what Kaleb was doing with his tongue. The brotha had skills and confidence and definitely experience. I actually felt some type of way at just thinking about him eating someone else’s pussy. He flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit, then sucked it gently between his lips causing my hips to jerk toward him.

  “Hmmm. Chocolate, just the way I like it,” he murmured.

  “And you’re tasting me just the way I like it,” I managed between moans. “Oh yeah, just like that... yes,” I raised up and just had to witness him in action. I watched Kaleb’s tongue darting in and out. His eyes were opened and he didn’t even blink as he stared up at me. God, it was such a turn on! I licked my lips and breathed deeply.

  “Feel good to you?” he asked, his voice deep and arousing.

  “Hell yeah,” I hissed between my teeth. He parted my folds with his fingers and slipped one through my folds. All I could do was moan in response. “Oh.” I rocked my hips forward. As he added another finger I cried out. Ohmygoodness! I was so close to coming my knees shook. His technique was on point. Kaleb was sucking my clit and doing some swirling motion with his tongue that made it hard to stay still.

  “Yesss… oh yesss,” I moaned while he thrust his fingers in a slow in-and-out motion that kept me gasping for each breath yet I became quickly addicted that instead of demanding he stop, I ground against his mouth, riding his hand until he increased his strokes. His lips pulled at my clit and then his fingers drove deeper and he crooked that one finger until he found my g-spot.

  “Yesss, yesss!” I came apart in a hot rush of release that had me singing.

  While I laid there gasping, Kaleb rose and removed his clothes. Naked, he wasn’t nothing you’d find in a calendar, but he was tight in all the right places. And his dick was just the way I liked it.

  “You like what you see?” It was odd—the look he gave me. He was almost insecure waiting for my approval.

  “Yes daddy,” I whispered.

  Pleased, Kaleb resembled my Pomeranian after I rubbed him behind the ear.

  He slipped under the covers and dragged me into his arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he caressed my hip and leaned in to lick at my throat. “I can get used to this.”

  “Keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll be packing my bags.”

  There was this pause and he gave me a serious look. “I hope you mean that. I don’t think I could handle it if you’re playing. CJ and I are really starting to get attached.”

  I ran the flat of my palm down along his chest to that beautiful piece of equipment swinging between his thighs and squeezed while he sucked in a harsh breath.

  “Don’t.”

  I started stroking him. “Why not?”

  “Because I said so.” He rolled me onto my back and his mouth closed around my nipple. Moans slipped from my mouth as his wet lips met my skin. His tongue circled my nipples while his hands kneaded my breasts.

  “I see you like being in charge,” I moaned.

  “Exactly. I like my women submissive.”

  Yeah, okay, whatever. Right now I would say yes to just about anything. I was horny and my body aroused. Kaleb ran his hand over my hip and then dipped his fingers into the slick moisture between my legs.

  “Tell me you belong to me,” he commanded. I felt his warm breath at my neck while his thumb teased my kitty. Desire surged through my veins. “Tell me.”

  “Yes,” I managed between gasps. “I belong to you.”

  He positioned himself between my legs. The head of his dick teased. He was grinding and rubbing up through my folds to my clit and then back down to the doors to my kitty.

  “Kaleb, quit teasing!” I cried and arched against him, desperate to feel him inside me, and then finally pushed inside me.

  I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and grabbed onto his ass to pull him deeper. I lifted my pelvis, moving my hips in slow circles, and smirked with satisfaction when I heard him draw in a long breath.

  “I can see I’m gonna have to show you who’s boss.” He said then raised my legs to his shoulders and gave me two sharp thrusts.

  I couldn’t speak. He started pumping hard. Oh, it was too much and not enough all at the same time.

  “Yesss,” I cried. He pulled out, the head of his dick hovering at my entrance and I started whimpering with need, “please!”

  Kaleb plunged deep, filling me with long hard pumps that sent me over the edge and into a place I hadn’t been in months.

  He was breathing softly, but not a word was coming from his lips. I sneaked a peek and he had this weird smile on his face. OMG! He was lost in his own personal ecstasy. Most men were tryna tear it up and talking shit but Kaleb was quiet almost to the point it made a woman wonder if he was aroused or not but then I tightened my vaginal walls and within minutes I felt Kaleb shudder.

  “I’m coming baby,” I whispered and then he stiffened against me as his own orgasm took him. Well… it was definitely a start.

  As his heart slowed, he drew me tight in his arms and kissed my neck. “You’re mine.”

  I lay there long after he was sleep thinking about Kaleb and our re
lationship. I wondered exactly what I’d agreed to and how much of a price I’d have to pay for the most intense relationship of my life.

  9

  NYREE

  “Master Sergeant Dawson, do you have a requisition for a Supply Technician?”

  I looked up to see Sergeant Jenna Carter, one of the personnel specialists on my team, standing in my doorway. “Yep, I was just getting ready to bring it out to you.” I stopped typing and reached over into my inbox and handed her the blue requisition. “Make sure this isn’t a union position and if not post it internally.”

  “No problem.” Jenna nodded as she took the sheet of paper from my hand. “What time are you going to lunch?” she asked as she pushed the bangs of that horrible brown wig from in front of her eyes. Somebody needed to tell her to throw that damn thing away. I’ve tried talking to that girl about her outrageous hairstyles but it’s never does any good. All she does is get rid of one and buy another.

  Jenna and I coordinated our lunches so there was always coverage in our section. I glanced down at the watch on my wrist. “I have an appointment at twelve.” I actually had a lunch date with a guy I had met on Blackfolksmeet.com. Alan’s pictures were handsome and the phone conversations we’d had the last two evenings had been quite interesting. In fact, last night he had me fantasizing about a lot more than just talking.

  “Appointment?” Jenna brought a hand to her narrow hip and stared like she was trying to figure something out. “Uh-uh, something on your face says this is a special kinda appointment.”

  I couldn’t resist a smile. “Maybe. It depends on how the date goes.”

  “Oh so now it’s a date!” Jenna was smiling and shaking her head at the same time. “Is this a blind date?”

  I leaned back on my chair, nodding and tried to keep the excitement out of my voice. “You could say that.”

  Her nutty brown face lit up. I think she was just as excited as I was. “Oh you know I’m gonna want all the details!”

  She was a few years younger than me and had a lot of relationship drama with her no good baby daddy. After working together for over six years she and I shared a lot of tears and heavy conversations.

  “Girl, his voice is so sexy over the phone, and he can sing!”

  “What? He sang to you?”

  I was laughing and nodding at the same time. “Jenna girl…” I leaned on the desk and lowered my voice to make sure no one outside my office could hear us. You know the walls are paper-thin. “You would have thought he was Tyrese somebody the way he was going whoo-whoo all up in my ears!” I started telling her everything I knew about him so far. Thirty, divorced, no kids, educated and seemed so intelligent. I couldn’t wait to finally meet him. By the time she left my office we were both certain Alan just might be the one.

  I made it to El Jimador’s Mexican restaurant with ten minutes to spare. I looked in my rearview mirror to make sure my hair and face looked perfect. I loved my new hairstyle. I was rocking a short Rihanna cut with cinnamon highlights.

  I stepped out and started across the lots. I felt myself looking all around because there was no telling if he was already in the parking lot watching me walk inside. All I knew was Alan was a lobbyist at the state capitol. Tall, educated, and his voice—sexy as hell. I couldn’t wait to finally see him in person.

  A quick sweep of the dining room, I didn’t see anyone trying to get my attention. I told Alan I would be in uniform which made me easy to identify. Since no one was waving his hands in the air, I decided to wait before being seated. I flopped down on the bench near the hostess station. I was looking down at my nails when I felt someone staring at me.

  “Nyree?”

  My head snapped up to see eyes that were familiar. “Yeah?”

  He grinned and then stuck out his hand. “Hello, I’m Alan.”

  What the fuck! When I rose to my feet, he barely reached to my nose. “Wow!”

  He folded his arms. “Wow, is right! You’re beautiful.”

  His face was decent, but I wished I could find something else attractive about him. He was shorter than the six feet he’d indicated in his profile, with little arms, and not to mention he was suffering from Dunlap Disease—his belly dun lapped over.

  We followed the hostess to a booth near the window. He waited until I was seated before he slid onto the seat across from me. “You want to order something?”

  Hell no. “I’m not really hungry so maybe just an ice tea and an appetizer.” I figured I’d order and get the hell outta there. I was studying the menu when I spotted him staring at me.

  “What?” I asked suspiciously.

  He was grinning. “You look just like your profile picture.”

  “And you look nothing like yours.”

  Alan hesitated, avoiding eyes contact. “I took that photo about ten years ago.”

  “Then why did you post it?”

  “Because I wanted women to see the real me.”

  “The real me?” I repeated. Then who the fuck was that sitting across the table?

  “Yes, right now I got on my winter coat. Like a bear, I shed this weight every spring.” He was chuckling like what he said was funny. But it was already late April.

  “And I thought you were six-five?”

  He looked confused then had the nerve to start laughing. “Six-five? No, I’m five-six.”

  And I’m five-nine. “Then why did your profile say you were over six feet?”

  I swear he gave me the most sincere look, which pissed me off even more. “I just wanted a fair shot.”

  Talk about desperation. “Are you serious?” I put my menu down. This conversation was just going around in a circle, always coming back to the fact he had lied. “That’s misleading.”

  He shrugged the way a person does when they realized they’ve been busted. “Maybe. But there was no way I would have had a chance to meet you.”

  I stared at him in silence. I know I should have felt flattered but I didn’t. Instead I felt like I had been played. I had spent hours fantasizing about a tall, dark and handsome man. Instead I was sitting across from someone who looked like he was related to Cee Lo Green.

  Our drinks arrived and I gulped down my iced tea wishing it was something stronger. While he ordered tacos, I stared at his little hands and shivered. There was no way in hell this relationship was going any further than lunch.

  Thirty minutes later, I was peeling out the parking lot when I called Janelle.

  “Hey girl. What’s up?”

  “What’s up is that short mothafucka I just met at El Jimador’s!”

  “What?” she said with a laugh.

  “Jae, he was cut off at the knees talking about he was six feet. Chile, he was barely five-three and losing his hair. That picture he had posted was more than ten years old.”

  “Girl, you ain’t right!” She was cracking up. And before I knew it I had started laughing with her.

  “I don’t know why I let you convince me to join that damn site,” I said, sucking my teeth for good measure. Men were all the same. Full of shit. It didn’t matter who they hurt or that they were running game.

  “Everybody can’t be lucky like me.” Leave it to Janelle to rub it in.

  “Whatever. I was so disgusted I barely ate my food.” I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the image of his small hands and hairy knuckles.

  By the time she got done laughing and trying to encourage me to give the site one last try, I hung up and realized I was still hungry. I decided to stop at McDonald’s and grab a burger. It would probably have me shitting the rest of the evening but right now I was too hungry to care.

  I ordered a Big Kid’s Meal then moved to the side for a woman with two children to order when I spotted someone who looked familiar standing in line. I think I recognized him at the exact moment he noticed me staring at him.

  He walked over. “Excuse me. Are you Nyree?”

  “Yep. And you’re Jeremy Anthony Lee Samuels, Jr.” Now that I had a face to match
the squeaky voice, it didn’t sound so bad.

  He smiled and I noticed he had thick eyebrows and large brown eyes that were both beautiful and sincere. He had a big swollen head but it actually worked for his face. Up close and personal I realized he had an amazing dark chocolate complexion. Jeremy had to be about five-eleven with a medium build. And he had this boyish grin that lit up his entire face.

  “I can’t believe I ran into you,” he said with a nervous laugh that I found cute.

  “Me either.”

  They called my number for my food. I grabbed my bag then turned and looked over at him.

  His face suddenly became very serious. “You have time to sit and eat?” he asked and was staring at me like he was star stuck.

  Damn. I hated to respond, “No, I have a meeting.”

  Jeremy gave a look like he wasn’t surprised. I didn’t want him to think I was blowing him off because I wasn’t. He was far better than that reject I had just left.

  “Maybe some other time?” he said but it sounded more like a question.

  I nodded. “I’d like that. Really… just call me,” I said and noticed I was sounding nervous. He gave me a goofy smile and I felt the space between my thighs becoming moist. I know I was grinning like a fool. I had just said all those negative things about meeting nothing but rejects on the Internet but now that I had a chance to meet Jeremy in person, things were starting to look up.

  By the time I had pulled back into the parking lot at the unit, my phone vibrated in my purse. I reached for it and read the text on the screen and my heart skipped a beat. It was from Jeremy. I quickly typed in my passcode and clicked on my messages.

  Look forward to seeing you again.

  So am I, I thought with a smile. So am I.

  10

  JANELLE

  “Jae, baby. You wanna go and have dinner before the show?”

  I was lounging across the bed in our suite at the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas. Quincy and I had spent most of the day shopping and walking along the strip. With the heat beaming down on me, I made it back to the hotel two shades darker and dead on my feet. We took a shower, made love and I fell asleep. Q slapped me playfully across my ass.