Talk a Good Game Page 7

  “Janelle, you hear me talking to you?”

  I moaned and rolled my naked body over to my side. I hated to be disturbed when I’m sleep. “Yeah yeah just give me a second to get up.”

  Leaning in close, Q pressed his lips to my cheek. “No rush. As good as you’re looking I’d rather get some more of that.”

  I was smirking too hard to object to him rolling me onto my back. I opened my eyes and stared up at him. Q was so fine with his cocoa-brown skin. He had a beautiful chest from hours of pumping weights in the gym and his salt and pepper beard was definitely on point. He buried his face between my breasts. I was lying there moaning while Q sucked at my nipples like a hungry man. Reaching down between us I stroked on his penis though there was no need. He was already brick hard.

  “Mmmm babe,” he moaned. “That’s it. Play with your dick.”

  Mine? I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling and told myself to focus on how good he made my breasts feel. Q had skills and knew exactly how much pressure to apply to my nipples before releasing and suckling on the other. Just the way I liked it. Then he replaced his lips with his talented hands, taking my nipples between his fingers and caressing them to the point of pure torture. I was moaning and wetness slid between my legs. He always had this way of getting me so aroused, I was ready to lose my mind.

  “Please,” I moaned, spreading my legs. “Fuck the foreplay, I need to feel that dick inside me.”

  He wasted no time positioning himself and in one push he was buried deep. He started stroking long and I had to force myself not to groan. All that teasing and for what? Disappointment. His skinny ass dick wasn’t hitting nothing. And it was a shame because Q was truly putting his back into it.

  “Huh? Did you say something?”

  Whatever. “No.”

  “Does it feel good to you?”

  The way he was moaning there was no doubt how good it felt to him. “Ooh yeah! That feels good.” Actually, I was thinking about what I was going to wear to the Michael Jackson show tonight. Ever since I heard they were putting together a cirque du soleil of all the King of Pop’s number one hits, I knew I had to see it, and Q was the sponsor to make that shit happen. Speaking of Q… he was pumping away like a lunatic while I moaned on cue and rocked my hips. I really care about this dude, but there was no way in hell I could spend the rest of my life with his little curved dick. And it was a damn shame because he really did look good on my arm.

  “Roll over.”

  Smiling, I did as he said. Doggy-style meant it was my turn and I was about to feel more than my pussy being tickled. I rolled onto my back then folded a pillow in half and slipped it under my stomach like the wedge I kept in my bedroom closet, and lifted my ass up high off the bed. Q grabbed onto my hips and pushed inside.

  “Awww!” I cried the second I felt him moving. There was something about a man with a crooked dick pounding me from behind. If it was angled just right, it hit your g-spot each and every time, no matter how skinny his thing was. “Yesss.”

  “Did you say something?”

  “Oooh! I said that dick feels good.” If it could feel like this all the time, maybe I might have considered marrying him.

  I rocked my hips back, pounding my wide ass against his stomach. I loved that sound and the feel of his dick scratching my itch. “Oh… Q… just like that!”

  He was pumping so hard it only took a matter of minutes before I was crying out his name and collapsing on the bed. “I missed you,” Q managed between kisses to my back.

  “Me too,” I whispered. And really I did. Spending time with Q was fun because when we were together, it was all about me. I know that may sound selfish but it was his choice, not mine. But we truly had fun together.

  I heard my ringtone, Beyoncé’s Drunk in Love and I knew it was Kaleb. He’d been on my ass all afternoon. I don’t understand why he was sweating me. He knew I was in Las Vegas with Q.

  Once Q had fallen asleep, I slipped out from beneath him, grabbed my cellphone from my purse and disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as the door was locked, I looked down at all the missed phone calls and then there were the text messages.

  Answer the phone!

  Please, answer the damn phone!

  Seriously? I was a little turned off but then I thought maybe something might have happened and he needed to speak to me. I turned on the faucet so the water was running and Q couldn’t hear me through the wall then dialed Kaleb’s number. He answered on the first ring.

  “Why aren’t you answering the damn phone?”

  I had to take the phone away from my ear and look around to see if there was someone else in the bathroom he was talking to. Unfortunately the only one in here was me. Now I had a slight attitude. “I told you I’m with Q.”

  “I thought you were ending it?” He had the nerve to sound like he was my damn daddy. Last I checked that crazy mothafucka was dead.

  “Kaleb, I’m gonna end it, but on my terms.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means I don’t need you micromanaging my actions. I got this! We’re here until tomorrow, so I’m not breaking his heart until the end of the weekend.”

  “Jae—”

  “Uh-uh! I’m not doing that to him! Q hasn’t done anything to me. I’m the one ending it with him.”

  There was a long pause. “Do you wanna be with me?”

  “Of course I do,” I whispered into the phone.

  “Then tell me! Tell me you want to be with big daddy!”

  Goodness, he sounded crazed and yet my nipples beaded. What was it about this controlling man that turned me on? “I wanna be with you, big daddy.”

  He chuckled. “That’s more like it.”

  I heard the television click on which meant Q was up from his nap. “Look, I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Wait!” he yelled before I could end the call. “Answer one question.”

  “Yes?”

  “Are you fucking him?” he demanded.

  No he didn’t just ask me that. “Excuse me?” I needed him to repeat that.

  “You heard me. Are you fucking him?” Kaleb was practically screaming so I had to take the phone from my ear. “Janelle, answer the damn question!”

  Anyone else I would have cussed out but Kaleb had something I craved. What that was I wasn’t quite sure. All I know is I liked it. “No boo, I’m not fucking him. I’m on my period.”

  He was quiet like he was thinking about my answer, before he finally said. “Good, because you need to bring that pussy back home to me.”

  “Of course I will,” I cooed in the phone. “As soon as my period is over, it’s on.” I giggled a little so he’d know I was truly feeling him. It’s crazy, but I felt this high that was better than any rush I had gotten from smoking weed.

  We talked a few more minutes before Kaleb said, “What time you landing tomorrow?”

  “Seven.”

  “I’ll be at the airport waiting.” He hung up and I took a deep breath. Kaleb was really getting possessive. I know this sounds crazy, but my heart was pounding so hard because I had never had a man who felt so strongly about me and was that determined to make me his own. Of course being rich was an incentive as well.

  I heard Q calling me from the other room. “Baby, what’s taking so long?”

  “Here I come!” I flushed the toilet and then turned off the water. As unpredictable as Kaleb is, it would probably be a good idea to leave my phone off until I left for the airport tomorrow.

  11

  NYREE

  I gave the delivery guy a five-dollar tip then carried the two pizzas and wings to the kitchen.

  Jeremy was coming over to watch the game and I was nervous. We’ve been texting and talking on the phone since we had run into each other at McDonald’s last week and tonight would be our first official date.

  I put the food on the counter, then rushed into the half-bath to check and make sure there were no boogers hanging from my nose. I t
urned from side to side in front of the mirror and was pleased at how I looked in a pair of skinny Levi’s and an Oklahoma City Thunder’s t-shirt, both accented my curves.

  I was ready to run up to my bathroom to gargle with mouthwash for the third time when the doorbell rang, and I jumped. “C’mon Nyree. Get it together,” I murmured under my breath then made myself take a few deep breaths before I went to the door. I don’t know why I was so nervous. I mean, unlike that phony Alan who I had to block from calling me, I already knew what Jeremy looked like. Yet even still, my heart raced and my hands sweated. “It’s now or never,” I mumbled then headed toward the living room. I unlocked the door and swung it open, and there Jeremy was wearing a Washington Redskins jersey and loose-fitting jeans. There was even a matching fitted cap covering his big head.

  I raised an eyebrow. “You do realize we’re gonna be watching basketball,” I greeted him playfully.

  “I do, but I’m a diehard football fan,” he said with a chuckle.

  “And let me guess who your favorite team is,” I teased.

  “How’d you guess?” All of a sudden, he busted out laughing and there was that squeaky sound again.

  Smiling, I stepped aside so he could enter my house. I shut the door and turned around to find him admiring my living room that I had decorated the contemporary-styled room in vibrant shades of blue and yellow.

  “You have a nice place.”

  “Thank you.” I was beaming. “Please go ahead, have a seat and make yourself comfortable.”

  He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Ma’am? Jeremy was way too mannerable, but cute, nonetheless. I could eat his mama boy ass up.

  He took a seat on the couch. I reached for the remote, and turned to the game on the fifty-five inch screen. “Hold up. Let me grab our food.”

  “You want some help?” He was halfway off the couch when I held up a hand and stopped him.

  “No, please, relax. I got it.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He winked then lowered onto the cushions again.

  Smiling, I hurried toward the kitchen and rushed into the bathroom just to make sure everything was still intact and was pleased that it was. As soon as I grabbed the boxes from the counter and two Sprite cans, I brought them back to the coffee table. “I ordered you the pepperoni and I got veggie. But you’re welcome to have some if you want.”

  Just like a man, he turned up his nose. “Veggies? No way. I gotta have my meat.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I figured as much.” I was smiling so hard my face hurt. I took a seat at the other end of the couch and we got into the basketball game while we ate. Conversation wasn’t needed, although I didn’t have an idea what to talk about during the commercials. Jeremy looked uncomfortable and I couldn’t believe that little ole me was at a loss for words. Then my cellphone started vibrating like crazy. It was Janelle texting me.

  Is he there?

  Is he cuter this time?

  I just giggled and texted yes and yes, then went back to eating my pizza. At the end of the second quarter I noticed Jeremy was falling asleep. Oh my goodness! Was I really that boring?

  “Hey, can you explain to me the whole ‘in the paint’ crap.” I asked and realized I startled him when he jerked upright on the couch. “Sorry.”

  “No problem.”

  “I was saying, I don’t understand how a player can just stand there and if another player runs into him it’s considered a foul.”

  Jeremy grinned then was suddenly wide awake. He rose from the couch and demonstrated while he explained. I was pleased I could think so fast on my feet. While demonstrating the cap fell onto the carpet, and even though he had that big ass head, Jeremy really was cute. I know I keep saying that but there was really something wholesome about him. Like he just wanted to make sure he was saying and doing the right thing.

  We settled down and spent the last quarter of the game cheering for OKC who ended up winning 103-98.

  As soon as Charles Barkley started analyzing the game, I noticed Jeremy looking down at his watch and knew it was time for our date to end.

  “Well, thanks for inviting me over.” He rose and did a full body stretch.

  “I appreciate you coming.” Now I was nervous all over again. “I’ll walk out with you. I need to put my trash on the curb.” I rose then flicked on the light and we stepped out onto the porch together.

  “I’ll drag it out for you,” Jeremy offered and grabbed the large trash container that was against the side of the house. “I’ve never watched basketball with a female before,” he suddenly said out of the blue.

  “Really? Then I guess you’ve been dating the wrong women,” I teased and I was pleased when he looked back and grinned at me.

  “You’re right. I have.” We walked down my driveway together and he pulled the trash can to the left of my mailbox and then headed toward his Tahoe. He was almost to his door before he turned around again. “I have tickets to see Lavell Crawford at Déjà Vu Comedy Club on Thursday. You wanna come?”

  “I’d love too.” I was screaming “Yes” inside. For a moment there I really thought the date had been a flop and Jeremy wasn’t going to call me again.

  “Good deal,” he said with another boyish grin. He then took my hand and stared down at me for so long I thought he was going to kiss me before he asked, “You have time for a walk?”

  “Sure, let me lock up.” Grinning, I scurried back into the house, grabbed my spare key on a keychain I kept on a hook in the kitchen and slipped it in my pocket. Janelle was texting me again.

  So how was the date?

  I quickly texted back.

  It ain’t over. Now leave me alone.

  I hit Send then left my phone on the coffee table and locked up the door. I was practically skipping as I moved to join Jeremy at the curb where he was waiting patiently. He extended his hand and I accepted it. We started walking up my block and then over to the next. It was nice. Maybe because I never met a man who wanted to take walks.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking about?” he said breaking the silence.

  I also haven’t ever dated a man who had been interested in what I was feeling let along thinking. “I’m thinking… this is really nice.”

  “Good stuff.” He stared down at the street like he was trying to wrap his mind around what I had just said. “Taking walks is the way I like ending a long week.”

  “I’ll have to try this more often,” I said and he looked over at me and smiled.

  “I’d love to do it with you.” Again it was as if he was asking a question then he squeezed my hand. “I think walking’s a good way for couples to talk and share their day. What about you?”

  “Couples, huh?” I teased.

  He grinned and tightened his hold. The evening had started out a little awkward but the more we walked and talked, the easier the conversation became.

  “What are you looking for?” he asked.

  That’s a good question. “I’m not sure what I want. I just have a feeling I’ll know what it is when I find it.” I just know I wanted it to feel like this.

  Jeremy continued to probe. “Why didn’t your last relationship work?”

  I paused. “I wanted a commitment and he did not. I’m starting to think I’m asking too much.”

  He shook his head. “You’re not. You were hoping for a future with the wrong men.”

  “Hmmm. Maybe you’re right.” Especially since the last one had been married but I wasn’t going there. “I want a man who has my back and I have his. Someone who loves my dirty draws.” I laughed because I was sure that sounded ridiculous. Apparently Jeremy didn’t think so.

  “I want the same thing.” The look in his eyes said he wanted it with me. Damn! Was this man too good to be true? I tried to contain my excitement. “I learned communication is one of the most important things in a relationship.”

  My head whipped around. “I agree.”

  He looked pleased. “Do you go to church?”

  I nodde
d. “Yes, Sugar Grove Baptist Church almost every Sunday. I’ve been going to the same church since I was a little girl.”

  “I really wanna find a home church. I’ve visited a lot since I’ve moved here from Chicago but nothing that I’ve walked in and wanted to make my home.”

  “You should come and visit mine. Reverend Williams is really powerful.”

  “Is that an invite?”

  I smiled over at him. “Any time you want. I usually sit with my parents but I go all by myself.”

  “I’d like that. I believe every serious relationship should have a spiritual foundation.” Damn, he had me feeling all giddy inside. “Do you fellowship?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Every morning I pray and read Our Daily Bread. The chaplain hands them out at the unit.”

  Jeremy suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at me. “I don’t want to come off as some religious freak because I’m not but I do believe in Jesus Christ. I’ve always desired a woman who believes as well.”

  I was staring up at him. My heart was pounding so hard. This man was everything I wanted on so many levels. “I want the same.” I could just see the two of us going to church together on Sunday. Wait until my mother meets him.

  We started walking again. “Do you have any kids?” The last thing I wanted was baby mama drama.

  He nodded and pulled me to the side protectively as a car came by. “I have three children with my ex-wife and my little adopted daughter.”

  My head whipped around curiously. “Adopted?”

  He shrugged then blew out a long breath. “I used to date her mother and grew attached to Jasmine.”

  As I listened, I fell into step beside him. “And how’s your relationship with your ex-wife?”

  There was a long exaggerated sigh. “We get along for the sake of the kids. She’s a good mother so I can’t complain.” He gave me another uncertain smile. “Do you ever want children?”