Twisted Obsessions (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES Book 2)

by K, S

  “Hell, now I have to deal with dirty looks from Jerra all night.” Darrell grimaced. “Dom, let me tell you something. If I don’t get any from my wife tonight, I’m gonna kick ya ass,” he said half joking.

  Dominick stood facing their table and tuned Marcus and Darrell out. All of a sudden, his face knotted up into a thousand frowns as he interrupted them. “Looks like you don’t have to worry about Keisha being upset. She’s enjoying herself just fine.”

  Darrell and Marcus turned their heads to follow Dom’s gaze. Keisha was holding hands with the dude she’d been dancing with and was headed to their table.

  Darrell scowled and glared at Dominick. “Ain’t this some shit? What in the hell are you two doin’? I wish you’d just go on and fuck and get it over with. At least you’d have it out of your systems. Then maybe everybody else could have a little peace.” Darrell glanced at their table. “Come on, I guess it’s safe to go back.”

  Keisha was introducing her new admirer to everyone by the time they walked up. “Michael, these are my two best friends Aleesha and Jerra….” After Michael shook their hands, Keisha turned to the other woman sitting at the table “And you are…?” she asked.

  Leslie took her time answering. While Keisha had been introducing her friend, Leslie quietly studied her. Keisha was one of the sexiest women she'd seen in a long time – and she wanted her. Ignoring Michael, she extended her hand to Keisha. “My name is Leslie West.”

  Noticeably hesitating, Keisha reached out to shake the woman’s hand. “I’m Keisha.”

  Leslie squeezed and held on a moment longer than necessary before slowly releasing her hand, letting her fingertips lightly brushed Keisha’s palm. Keisha stared at her while Leslie turned to Michael. Able to study her up close, Keisha reluctantly acknowledged that the other woman was very attractive. Although older than Keisha originally assumed, Leslie was wearing the hell out of that dress. As much as she hated to admit it, she could see why Dominick was attracted to her; she wondered if he knew Leslie liked women…

  Darrell held his hand out to Michael. “Yo, what’s up my man, I’m Darrell. This is Marcus, and Dominick.”

  Michael stood up to shake their hands. “Michael…”

  “Dominick, honey, where’s my drink?” Leslie asked.

  Keisha cringed. For some reason, the woman’s voice irritated the crap out of her. Could it be because of the underlying intimacy which practically broadcasted the fact the two of them were fucking?

  “The waitress is bringing it, babe. Matter of fact, here she is now.”

  When Leslie turned to take her drink, Dominick looked at Keisha. His brows bunched up at the sight of Michael whispering in her ear. He could’ve sworn he growled when she laughed and placed her hand on the other man’s thigh.

  “So Keisha…” Dom raised his voice in order to be heard over the music, but it was still louder than necessary. “Have you pretty much settled in?”

  A dramatic flash of surprise shadowed Keisha’s face as if she only now realized he was at the table. “Hi Dominick, it’s nice to see you too. And yes, I‘m settling in just fine. Thank you.” She rolled her eyes at him before turning her attention back to Michael. Dominick’s jaw clenched with annoyance at her dismissive tone.

  Jerra hastily interceded. “Dominick…how do you and Leslie know each other?”

  Dominick tore his glaring eyes away from Keisha to answer Jerra. “We met several years ago while working on a project together.” The words were brief and clipped before his attention slid back to Keisha. Keisha casually peered at Dominick, but quickly turned away when she saw him staring at her.

  “Yes, the moment I saw him I could barely concentrate on business. I’ve never been so glad to finish up a meeting.” Leslie gave Dominick a suggestive smile. It was no secret to anyone sitting at the table that she had fucked him afterwards. Her eyes went from Dominick to Keisha. “So, Keisha, you’ve just moved here?”

  “Yes, from Atlanta.”

  “Oh, okay. What line of work are you in?”

  Keisha stared at the woman for a moment before answering. “I’m a photographer.” Although she didn’t say it, her tone implied that it was really none of Leslie’s business. Dominick’s eyes narrowed when Keisha sweetly asked, “And what is it that you do….?” She lowered her voice but intentionally mumbled loudly enough for them to hear. “…other than sleep with colleagues you meet at conferences.”

  “What did you say!” Dominick frowned deepened. Keisha’s expression was one of complete innocence.

  Jerra and Aleesha quickly stood up. “Uh…we’ll be right back. We’re going to the ladies room.”

  When Keisha brought her drink to her lips to take another sip, Aleesha took it out of her hand and pulled her up by the arm. Rolling her eyes, Keisha stalked off, leaving her friends to follow.

  Once they were gone, Leslie sent a knowing smile Dominick’s way as she delicately traced the rim of her glass. “So she’s the woman from your computer screen yesterday. She’s very attractive.” Dominick grunted. His eyes darted around the room as he ignored the statement. “Seems to be a lot of …sexual tension between you two which leads me to believe you haven’t slept with her yet.”

  Dominick cut his eyes to Leslie in warning. He was used to her candor, but he didn’t want to talk to her about Keisha, and the look he gave her said as much.

  Leaning over she kissed him. “Excuse me. I think I have to go to the ladies room as well.”

  Dominick’s gaze sharpened. “Leslie…”

  “Sweetie, please. I’m way past the stage of that ‘fighting in da club’ drama”, Leslie said in amusement. “I only want to clear the air. I’ll be right back.”

  Dominick watched her as she left in the direction the other three women had taken. His eyes clashed with Darrell’s who was shaking his head in bewilderment.

  “Man, we tried to tell you. I don’t know what in the hell you were thinking….”

  Chapter 16

  Keisha stood in the bathroom with her arms folded, impatiently tapping her stiletto clad toe. She already knew a “lecture” was coming. She just hoped they made it quick.

  “Keisha!”

  Blowing out a breath, Keisha interrupted before Jerra could continue. “I know, I know. Let me save you the trouble: ‘What is wrong with me? Why am I being so rude? That was uncalled for… did I leave anything out?”

  “No, Ms. Smart Ass, you didn’t.”

  “Were you two aware he was going to be here?”

  “Of course not,” Jerra answered. "I’m sure my husband knew though, but I’ll deal with him later. He should’ve at least given me a heads up so that I could’ve warned you…” Jerra frowned. “At any rate, could you please try to be civil? The tension between you and Dominick is so thick it can almost be cut with a knife.” Pausing, she studied Keisha closer. “I thought you said nothing was going on with you two.”

  Keisha avoided her eyes and pushed her way through the women in front of her to look in the mirror. She leaned forward to fix her hair and check her makeup. “There’s not, Jerra. I only met the man once, remember. Yes, we talked on the phone a few times, but that’s the end of it. And what’s up the damn inquisition? Look, I’m finished talking about Dominick and his trick,” Keisha snidely remarked.

  At that exact moment, the “trick” walked in. She met Keisha’s eyes before turning to Aleesha and Jerra. “Would you mind if I spoke to Keisha alone?” When neither woman moved, Leslie added, “I promise I only want to talk. That’s it.”

  Keisha watched Leslie through the mirror with an air of unconcern. “It’s okay. I’ll be out in a minute,” she told her friends.

  Leesha’s eyes flew to Keisha. It wasn’t Keisha she was worried about. “Keish….”

  “I’ll behave.” Keisha innocently smiled, making Jerra and Aleesha even more uneasy.

  “Fine. Five minutes. If you’re not back, we’re coming to get you.” Jerra’s expression made it clear she meant what she said.

>   After they left, Leslie immediately got to the point. “Is there something going on between you and Dominick?”

  Keisha’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t expected Leslie to be so direct. Good. That made things easier. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, there isn’t. Since we’re being blunt, Dominick must not be aware of the fact that you like women. He seems to be a little uptight about that sort of thing.”

  Leslie couldn’t quite hide her surprise. “Touché. To answer your question, yes he knows. We’ve had a few experiences.”

  Keisha felt the sharp bite of jealousy followed by anger. So Dominick only had a problem with her being involved with a member of her own sex. Well like she said before, he could just kiss her ass.

  Leslie continued. “You’re a very attractive woman. By the way, I loved the picture you sent Dominick. It made for an extremely…intense….sex session between the two of us.”

  Keisha couldn’t stop the hiss of her gasp. She turned away from the mirror to face Leslie. “He showed them to you?”

  “Calm down. Not on purpose. It was on his laptop at work. I happened to see it when I stopped by his office. I have to admit, it aroused me as much as it excited him…” Moving closer to Keisha, Leslie lightly trailed a finger down Keisha’s neck to the V between her breasts. “…and I want more, this time with the real thing there with us.”

  Keisha tried to slow her breathing, but her nipples instantly hardened as she thought about both of them fucking Dominick. Leslie licked her lips when she noticed the stiff beads outlined underneath the material of her dress. Keisha’s eyes followed the movement of Leslie’s tongue as it touched her bottom lip. She had met some upfront, in your face bitches before, but this had to be one of the boldest she had come across.

  A slight frown knitted her brow. Dominick was such a hypocrite. He pushed her away as soon as he found out she went both ways, but didn’t have a problem indulging in a ménage a trois with his girlfriend here? Hmph. Well, she’d see about that.

  “Exactly what are you trying to say?” she asked Leslie.

  “I’m not ‘trying’ to say anything. I’m leaving tomorrow, and I’d like to fuck both you and Dominick tonight.” Leslie leaned even closer to Keisha until Keisha felt her warm breath against her lips. “I’m sure we would all be in for a night none of us would ever forget. Don’t you agree?”

  Keisha’s brown eyes danced in amusement. Who did this bitch think she was propositioning? Keisha was not some little innocent Leslie could turn out. She wasn’t conceited, but just as many women came on to her as men. She usually ended up having the same problem she’d had with Rochelle - they had a hard time letting go when it was over.

  The more she thought about Dominick practically judging her, the more she decided she needed to teach him a lesson. She had no intention of sleeping with either of them, but it wouldn’t hurt to fuck with Dominick’s pride a bit. Her eyes dropped to Leslie’s lips. “And you think Dominick would agree to this….?”

  Leslie laughed “He’s a man, isn’t he?”

  Keisha stared at Leslie for a moment before answering. “Okay. When?”

  “I’m ready to go now if you are.” Leslie’s eyes again dropped suggestively to Keisha’s breasts. She leaned towards Keisha and kissed her, softly at first, then deeper once she got a taste.

  Keisha pulled back. “Why don’t you go on and leave and I’ll meet you at Dominick’s house in about thirty minutes?”

  Leslie pouted as she frowned, her hand still at Keisha's waist. “Come with us.”

  Keisha brought her lips back to Leslie’s, drawing another moan from the other woman. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long. Oh. And don’t tell Dominick about our plans. I want to surprise him.”

  Leslie smiled as she walked back to her table. Keisha followed not long after, ignoring the question in her friends’ eyes. She pretended not to see Leslie whispering in Dominick’s ear, no doubt telling him she was ready to go. He didn’t look happy, but stood up. As they said their goodbyes, he tried to catch Keisha’s eye. A frown etched itself deeply along his forehead when she smiled at Michael.

  From beneath her lashes, Keisha watched him leave. God, he was so damned sexy! In that moment, she changed her mind. She was going to fuck him tonight. Hopefully, her curiosity and desire would be satisfied once and for all.

  After they left, Keisha leaned over to ask Michael to dance. Keisha bent down to whisper in Aleesha’s ear. “I’m leaving with Michael.” Before Aleesha could open her mouth to protest, Keisha continued. “I’ll be home later. Can you please just give me a few minutes before you tell Jerra? I don’t want her to give Michael the third degree.”

  Keisha led the way downstairs. Neither one of those heffas should have nothing to say anyway if she really was going home with Michael, which she wasn’t. Jerra had fucked Darrell the same night she’d met him, and Aleesha had fooled around with Marcus after her bachelorette party. However, that’s where the similarities would end. Both of them ended up being dick whipped, but not Keisha McKnight! No ma’am!

  Once downstairs, Keisha said goodbye to a surprised Michael and hopped in a cab, heading to Dom’s home. She tried to quell the bubbling sense of anticipation that arose in the pit of her stomach.

  When the cab pulled up in front of Dominick’s house, Keisha sat for a moment with her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why was she was so nervous? She should’ve finished her drink before she left. Keisha was curious as to how Dominick would react to seeing her with Leslie. She laughed as she shook her head at her damn self. You can be so perverted sometimes, Keisha McKnight.

  Oh well. Men did it all the time and Keisha answered to no one but herself. She took a deep breath and walked up to Dominick’s front door.

  Inside his bedroom, Dominick had taken his shirt off and made himself a drink while Leslie took a shower. Frowning in irritation, he wondered again why the hell she didn’t just go to her hotel room after they’d left the club. Her flight was scheduled to leave early in the morning, but she’d insisted on coming back with him to spend the night. He wasn’t in the mood for company. She’d invited herself along tonight even though he’d told her that he probably would be out late, but she had insisted on coming anyway.

  Dom sipped his drink and gave up trying to avoid thinking about the one thing, or rather woman, who’d been on his mind all night. Damn, Keisha looked good tonight. When he’d seen her dancing with that guy, he almost lost it. He’d decided right then and there that he was going to have her. She’d had a serious attitude with him most of the night and he couldn’t say he blamed her. He'd been acting like an ass for the last several weeks.

  Dominick forced himself back to the present when he heard the shower turn off. Throwing back the last of his drink, he went to the living room to set the alarm, but paused when the doorbell rang. Dom glanced at his watch and frowned. Who in the hell was at his house this late?

  “Who is it.” The words came out more a demand than a question. There was a slight pause before he got his answer.

  “It’s Keisha….”

  Dominick froze. Keisha? When he opened the door, he stared at her with surprised curiosity in his eye as he leaned against the doorframe. “Hey…”

  “Hi. Can I come in?”

  Dom thought about Leslie in his bedroom. “It’s not really a good time...” What was it with the women in his life dropping in on him unexpectedly. First Leslie yesterday and now Keisha.

  “Dom?” Leslie strolled into the room looking hella sexy with a towel wrapped around her body. When Dominick turned towards her, Keisha slipped past and walked in.

  “You made it,” Leslie smiled at Keisha.

  “I told you I was coming.”

  “Oh, you haven’t cum yet - but you will.” Leslie’s growl was seductive and enticing as she walked over to Keisha.

  Dominick stared at the two of them in confusion. “Hold up. What’s going on?”

  They both turned in his direction. The picture they made wasn
’t lost on him. Chocolate and caramel toffee. Two desirable women. Here for him. Delicious. However, sex was the last thing on his mind. He wanted to know what in the hell they were up to.

  Leslie slipped her arm around Keisha’s waist. “I invited Keisha over to join us. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Wait. You did what?!” Dominick felt like he was in the fucking twilight zone. “What are you talking about?”

  “Dom, please. Don’t act as if we’ve never done this before. I saw how you looked at Keisha, and I know you want her. What’s the problem?”

  “Yes, Dom. What’s the problem?” Keisha taunted.

  Dominick was speechless - a state he didn’t find himself in very often. Leslie turned Keisha’s face towards her and kissed her, groaning as Keisha kissed her back. Facing Dom, Keisha opened her eyes and watched him, curious to see what his reaction would be. She held her hand out to Dominick. Leslie lifted her head and cast an expectant glance at Dom as well.

  Dominick’s mind raced as the reality of what was happening sank in. He quickly walked over to where the two women were standing. Keisha’s eyes widened as he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her away from Leslie. His entire body was taut with anger and his eyes flashed fire at Keisha. Without breaking the glare, he ground out a terse order to Leslie through clenched teeth. “Get dressed.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. Get dressed. Now.”

  “Dominick, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

  This time it was Leslie’s turn to feel the force of Dom’s ire. “What don’t you understand? Go and put some clothes on. I’m getting ready to call you a cab. It should be here by the time you come out.” His head whipped back to Keisha. “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “I thought you liked this sort of thing. Or are you trying to tell me you’ve never been with two women before?”