by Marilyn Lee
Unable to resist him, she spread her legs, and parted her lips.
Holding her by the ass, he drew her close and pressed several, long, warm kisses against her lips before trailing his mouth across her cheek to her ear. “Will you trust me not to hurt you, sweetheart?”
His voice was soft and reassuring. She nodded. “Yes, Clay.”
“Good. Now bend over the rock and part your lovely legs for me.”
She drew away from him. “Clay?”
“I want some pussy and you’re going to give me some. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She turned, lay her upper body over the rock, and spread her legs wide for him, eager to be fucked again.
* * *
The next six weeks passed in a whirlwind of excitement for Darbi. There was no longer any doubt that she had become Clay’s woman and he was in charge of their relationship. She and Clayton saw each other four to five times each week. He took her to expensive restaurants, sent her extravagant bouquets that had all the women in the office sighing with envy, gave her sinfully delicious and outrageously priced chocolates, and swept her off her feet.
They generally had sex several times during the week. Sometimes he made soft, sweet love to her, almost as if he worshiped her body. At other times, he fucked her hard and fast, but still with an underlying tenderness.
Then there were the times when they had anal sex. Their anal encounters were rarely gentle, so he always made sure she had a vaginal climax before he entered her ass. Once he had his entire cock buried in her ass, he seemed to lose his ability to control himself. He would fuck her with the hunger of a man having sex for the first time in years.
Although anal sex with him was frequently tinged with pain, particularly just before he came, she loved his big dick plowing in and out of her ass, driving them both into a sexual frenzy which left them both almost incoherent.
Each sexual encounter was intense, physically and emotionally. Even though he never attempted to touch her without a condom again, he would often lie trembling in her arms with his face buried in her breasts after he'd come.
Later, she realized, it was during those times when he seemed so vulnerable that she began to slowly fall in love with him.
* * *
As Sharde became more involved in planning her wedding, she took more time off from work. Darbi temporarily took on more of Sharde's duties. The added responsibilities, combined with long dates with Clayton proved taxing, but exhilarating. No matter how tired she was, she looked forward to every date with him. She knew she'd done the unthinkable and fallen in love with him when she realized how lost and restless she felt on the few nights a week they spent apart.
“Hello? Anyone in there?”
Darbi blinked, shook her head, and looked at Jadan and Willow who sat in the seats in front of her office desk. “I'm sorry. My mind wandered. What did you say?”
Jadan and Willow exchanged quick glances before Jadan spoke. “We're heading out clubbing tonight and since you're not seeing your hunk, you are coming with us.”
Darbi shook her head. “Thanks, but I'm a little tired. I think I'll just stay in and watch a movie tonight.”
Willow rolled her eyes. “Hey, girl, you're thirty-two, not forty-two. That's too young to stay home on a Friday night waiting for a man to call.”
Darbi blushed. “I don't plan to wait for him to call. He has other plans.”
“Doing what?”
She shrugged. “I have no idea. He didn't say and I didn't ask, but we're spending the day together tomorrow.”
“Great. And we three are spending the tonight together.” She rose. “Don't make us drag your big butt out of your condo, girl. Eight o'clock tonight we're going clubbing. End of story. Be ready or else.”
Darbi looked at Willow who grinned and followed Jadan out of the office. Darbi shrugged, deciding it might be nice to go out with the girls again. Whenever she and Clay danced, it was slow and close together. Although she loved slow dragging with him, feeling his cock hardening as they swayed close together, it would be fun to let her hair down by going a little wild on a club floor.
Later that night, she, Jadan, and Willow shared a small table at a new club on Delaware Avenue. The club's clientele seemed to range from twenty up to the late thirties.
The dance music was fast, the lights low, and the atmosphere festive. A tall, handsome man with smooth, dark skin, and the assurance of a Billy Dee Williams stopped by table. He smiled at Darbi. “Hi. Would you like to dance?”
He had a deep voice that sent a pleasant tingle down Darbi's spine. Had she not been involved with Clay, she would have eagerly accepted the invitation. She smiled, but shook her head. “Thanks, but I'm sitting this one out.”
He smiled and moved away from the table.
Willow stared at her, shaking her head. “Girl, do not bother trying to tell us you are not in love with Clay after turning down that big, handsome, well-hung hunk.”
Darbi laughed. “Get a grip, Will, and how do you know he was well-hung?”
Willow grinned. “Girl, any man that fine has just got to have a big dick to back up all that sexy masculinity.”
Jadan nodded. “Ain't it the truth.”
Jadan and Willow laughed and high-fived each other.
Willow and her lover Marquee had an open relationship and occasionally slept with others. Darbi shrugged. “Then why don't you go ask him to dance?”
“I think I will.” Willow rose. “Who knows? Maybe the dance will lead to a fuck. Marquee’s out of town and I am feeling lonely and neglected. Wish me luck.”
Darbi and Jadan watched her weave her path through the people crowded around the dance floor before a handsome blonde paused by their table, his gaze on Jadan. “Would you like to dance?”
“Love to.” Jadan rose and followed him onto the dance floor.
Darbi sat sipping a drink when a tall man with dark hair standing on the edge of the dance floor attracted her attention. The shape of his head and the width of his shoulders reminded her of Clay. He stood talking to a slender blonde. When the blond turned, Darbi smiled. She looked all of sixteen or seventeen with her long, beautiful hair framing a pretty, honey-golden complexion. Her dress was tight and short, exposing her modest breasts and long legs.
Apparently the man liked his women biracial and young enough to be jailbait. About to look away, Darbi caught her breath as the man turned and she found herself looking at Clay. She blinked and shook her head. It wasn't Clay. It was Damien. But the strobe light shone on his temple, highlighting the silver there.
She sat, stunned, gasping as the man ... the man? The man was Clay. He put his arm around the girl's slender shoulders and led her onto the dance floor. Darbi looked away and swallowed the contents of her drink, tears stinging her eyes.
When she looked up again, she couldn't locate Clay or the girl on the crowded dance floor. She wiped an angry hand across her face. Damn him. How could he cheat on her when she gave herself to him so freely? Except for that first time they’d had anal sex, she had never denied him anything he wanted. He’d taken her in the shower, in the park, on her patio, and in his pool.
How could he want someone else when she was willing to do anything to please his cheating ass?
She gave an angry shake of her head. Damn him!
When another man asked her to dance, she nodded, and followed him onto the dance floor. And if he wanted to take her home and fuck her, she'd let him. Clay wouldn't be the only one not sleeping alone that night.
She spent the rest of the evening at the club with the man who introduced himself as Jamal. He was tall, dark, and had a slow, warm smile that warmed her each time he turned it on her. Nevertheless, when he asked for her phone number at the end of the night, she stammered.
“What's wrong, Darbi?”
She moistened her lips and met his dark gaze. “I'm sort of seeing someone.”
“Is it serious?”
She was in love with another man who
apparently didn't share her view of the importance of fidelity in an exclusive relationship. She shrugged. “It is for me.”
“But not for him?”
Even now Clay might be lying in bed with his jailbait lover, holding her and whispering sweet words as he fucked her into an incredible climax. “Unfortunately not.”
“But you're not ready to break it off?”
A shock of pain flashed through her at the thought of ending her relationship with Clay. “I don't know. I ... I have to think about it and weigh my options.”
“Can I give you my number in case you decide it's time to move on?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“So what's wrong, Darbi?” Jadan asked as she drove Darbi home after dropping Willow off.
Darbi sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead. “Nothing.”
“Then why did you spend so much time slow dancing with that tall, dark, hunk with the ready smile?”
She sighed. “I saw Clay at the club.”
“Why didn't you introduce us ... oh, my God. You mean you saw him with someone else?”
“Yes. She looked about sixteen. She was probably older than she looks, but still. He’s a 39-year-old ... pervert.”
“What did he have to say for himself?”
“I ... I didn't confront him.”
“Why not?”
“I supposed I should have, but I wasn’t ready for a scene.”
“Are you going to?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“What would be the point, Dani? He'd just lie and deny it and make it worse.”
“How do you know if you don't at least give him a chance to explain himself? As strange as it seems, he might actually have an explanation.”
“There's no explanation that will satisfy me. It's over between us.”
Jadan sighed. “If you need to talk.”
She nodded. “Thanks, but I just want to go home and ... sleep on it.”
* * *
The private line in Clay's bedroom rang as he stepped out of the shower the next morning. Wrapping a towel around his body, he walked into his bedroom, glancing at the clock on his tallboy. It was just after six a.m.
He sat on the side of his bed and picked up his cordless phone. Noting Darbi's number, he smiled. “Hi, honey.”
“I hope I didn't wake you, Clay, but I wanted to reach you before you left.”
Noting the cool tone, he frowned. “Did you want me to stop and pick up something on the way over? I'm just about to dress and I'll see you in about forty minutes or so.”
“Actually I called to cancel our date.”
“Why?”
“I'm not feeling well. I think I just need to stay home and be lazy today.”
“We don't have to go out or make love. Why don't I pick up some soup, give you an hour or so to sleep in, and then come around ten or eleven?”
“That sounds great, but I just want to sleep and rest today, Clay. I have a long day tomorrow and need the rest.”
He sighed, feeling disappointment settle on his shoulders like a lead weight. “Okay. I'll talk to you later tonight --”
“I'm going to turn the ringer off, Clay. I just want to rest.”
He raked a hand through his hair, frowning. He couldn’t recall the last time she’d been too tired to see him. “Is there something you want to tell me, Darbi?”
“No. I'll talk to you.”
“When?”
“What?”
“When will you talk to me?”
“Soon. Bye!”
“Darbi --”
“Bye!”
He sat holding the phone after she'd hung up. He dialed her number and got a busy signal. When he tried five minutes later, he again got a busy signal. So instead of turning off the ringer, she’d taken the phone off the hook. Women. If she didn't call him that night, he'd visit her at her office the following day and insist she tell him what the hell her problem was. Damn if he was going to allow her to start jerking his chain.
With his plans for the day shot to hell, he decided to go work out. He pulled on a pair of shorts over his briefs, put on socks and sneakers, and went to the weight room.
Chapter Eight
Darbi spent the morning lying in bed, fighting the urge to cry. Around eleven, her sadness turned to anger. If he'd wanted to date a girl young enough to be his daughter, he shouldn't have promised her their relationship was exclusive. And if wanted other females, he had no business fucking her ass as if he owned it.
If he thought she'd allow him to get away with making a fool out of her, he was nuts!
She got up, showered, dressed, and got in her car. At his condo, she stood outside the high, black, ornate gate with her finger pressed on the bell. To her surprise, she heard the buzzer that released the lock, almost immediately. She opened the gate and walked into the private courtyard! His car and his SUV occupied two of the four parking spots in front of his condo.
She crossed the brick courtyard to the front door and rang the bell. One of the double hung oak doors opened. The slender blonde who Clay had spent the night before with stood there. She arched a brow and turned to call over her shoulder, “Ms. Chocolate P is here to see you, Clay.”
Darbi blushed as Clay, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt appeared behind the girl, his green eyes narrowed.
The girl laughed and disappeared behind him into the condo.
He stared after her, the muscles in his jaw clenching. When he turned to look at Darbi, his eyes softened and he smiled. “Darbi. This is a pleasant surprise. I didn't -- hey!” He broke off, his right hand shooting out to catch and immobilize her wrist before her palm could connect with his cheek. “Look, I know you heard what she said, but that's no reason to try to slap me!”
She jerked at her wrist and was surprised when he immediately released it. She glared at him, blinking rapidly to hold tears at bay. “I don't ever want to see you again, you liar!”
“Liar?” His lips tightened. “I don't lie, Darbi. Suppose you tell me what you think I've lied about and we'll work your problem out together.”
“You're my only problem! I don't want to see you again. What else do you need to know?” A lump of misery rose in her throat and she turned and walked away.
“Darbi!”
She kept walking towards the gate.
He followed her. His hand closed on her arm just as she reached the gate. He swung her around. Noting the angry look in his eyes, she thought he was about to shake her.
She tried to jerk away. “Let me go!”
“The hell I will!” He tightened his grip on her arm. “What the hell is your problem?”
“My problem? It was trusting you, Clay!” She swung her left hand up towards his cheek.
As before, he caught her wrist before she could slap him. “Stop trying to slap me and tell me what's wrong.”
“She's what's wrong!”
“She? She who?”
“I saw you last night, Clay. I saw you with her.”
“You saw me with who? What the hell are you babbling about?”
“That blonde jailbait inside! I saw you together at the club last night.”
Although he arched a brow and stared at her, she saw no evidence of guilt in his green eyes. “You did?”
“Yes! So don't bother denying you were with her.”
“Why should I deny it? Of course I was with her. If you saw us, why didn't you come over?”
“And say what? Do what? Last night wasn't enough? She's still here with you!”
His gaze narrowed and he suddenly laughed. “You get more gorgeous every time I see you, but you are being a silly, twit, Darbi! That's Amber inside!”
“I don't care what her name is!”
“It's Amber,” he said again.
“So?”
“Amber. My little sister, Amber.”
“I don't care who ...” She stopped struggling to get away from him. “Your sister?”
&
nbsp; “Yes, you lovely, jealous twit! Are you nuts, Darbi? I'll be forty years old in a few months. Why the hell would I want to waste my time with a flat behind eighteen-year-old when I have you?”
She stared him, blinking hard to keep the flood of tears of relief from spilling down her cheeks. “How was I supposed to know she was your sister? You never introduced us.”
“That's because you never expressed any interest in meeting her.”
“So it's my fault you're so secretive?”
He released her. “You're an insecure idiot, Darbi!”
She sucked in a breath and stared at him. “Don't.”
“Don't?” He took a deep breath and when he spoke again, his voice had softened. “Look, I understand that your ex was unfaithful and in addition to hurting you, it probably made you more inclined to think all men are cheaters. I understand that and I can sympathize with you, but I'm not him. I don't lie and I don't cheat.
“Please tell me what the hell have I done to make you jump to the conclusion that you can't trust me out of your sight? There’s something you’d better understand, right now. If I wanted to see other women, Darbi, I would and I wouldn’t bother lying to you about it either. I'm not seeing anyone else for one very good reason -- because I have no desire to date anyone but you.”
She swallowed and wiped at her cheeks. “I'm sorry. I'd better go.”
He reached out and drew her into his arms. He held her close, pressing his lips against her cheek. “You're not going anywhere. Come and meet Amber, my very own pain in the ass.”
He lifted her chin and wiped at her cheeks. “Why are you crying? Did it hurt when you thought I was with another woman?”
“Why should I care? I just didn't like the idea of your trying to be sneaky.”
“I see. So you'd have been okay with my seeing another woman, as long as I'd told you beforehand?”
“Yes.”
“Liar!”
“Who says I'm lying? I spent the night dancing with this tall, ebony hunk.”
“Did you?” His gaze narrowed and then shrugged. “If that's supposed to make me jealous, it doesn't. You might have spent the night dancing with him, but you're here now with me.”
She lighted her chin. “Who says all we did was dance?”
