Trouble Loves Company

by Angie Daniels

  He was right. It wasn’t fair to leave him hanging. “I like you, Calvin. I really do, but I’ve got a lot on my plate right now and this isn’t a good time for me to be starting a new relationship.”

  There was another long pause before he released his hold. “Thank you. Now, was that hard? All you had to do was just tell me the truth. I’m a lot more understanding than I look.”

  Danielle gave him her first smile all day. “Thanks, Calvin. Lately, I don’t know if I’m comin’ or going.” Reaching up, he caressed the side of her face.

  “How about you get rid of some of that stress and go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

  She gave him a skeptical look. “I don’t know.”

  “They’re having a lobster fest at Red Lobster.”

  His words made her smile.

  “Girl, you know you want to say yes,” he said, and nudged her lightly in the arm.

  He was right; she did want to say yes. With all of the drama in her life, having someone treat her to a night out was a breath of fresh air. She knew it was unfair to be using him for a free meal, but what the hell. “All right. It’s a deal.”

  Calvin looked pleased by her answer. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow around seven.”

  As soon as Danielle got home, she went straight upstairs and took a shower. By the time she came out, Ron was sitting on her bed. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

  “Yo, we need to talk.”

  Rolling her eyes, she moved over to her underwear drawer. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”

  He grabbed her arm and pulled her around, so she was facing him. “Yes, we do.”

  Danielle stared up at his pleading face. “Okay, then talk.”

  “Yo, I didn’t touch Portia. I swear.”

  She watched his eyes, hoping to see something that would make her think that this time things were really different. Instead the expression resembled the same one she had seen many times before when he promised to have his baby mamas stop calling her house. “I don’t know, Ron. I just need some time to think this over. Why would Portia say something like that if it wasn’t true?”

  His arms snaked around her and she found herself flush against his solid body. The only things keeping them apart were a bath towel and his clothes. “I don’t know why, boo. I think she’s just jealous of what we got. Her baby’s daddy must not want nothin’ to do wit’ her.” He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. Danielle continued to stare up at him, hoping what he was telling her was true.

  “I just need some more time,” she said softly. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ignore the yearning rushing through her veins.

  “I swear to you, I’m tellin’ you the truth. I ain’t messed with that girl. Why, when I’ve got you.” Tilting his head, he pressed his lips to hers and unconsciously her arms moved around his waist while he deepened the kiss. She loved this man, and despite Portia’s many flaws, she loved her as well.

  Ron’s hands skimmed the tops of her breasts and it took everything she had to pull away from him. Breathing heavily, she glared at him and said, “Get out. When I make a decision, I’ll let you know.”

  He gave her a long, hard look, then wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Yeah, ai’ight,” he replied, then turned on his heels.

  Chapter 28

  Renee

  We pulled up in front of the hotel, and John eagerly climbed out and handed the valet the keys to his Escalade. Quickly, I checked my lipstick, and by the time he walked around to my side and opened the door, I was ready.

  I stepped out of the car and moved up the circle driveway, dressed to impress in a form-fitting white spandex dress and matching stiletto heels. My hair hung loosely around my face. I looked good and smelled even better.

  “This is going to be great," John said, eyes gleaming with excitement. If anyone should be excited, it was me. I was going to sample some new dick. Any woman who chose him was going to get the short end of the stick, no pun intended. However, I’ll have to admit he looked good. Tonight’s event was an all-white affair, and he was dressed in a white linen outfit offset by a thick gold chain.

  As we took the elevator up to the seventh floor, I tried to hide my excitement. It had been three weeks since that afternoon in the hotel with Shemar. Since then, I’d seen him six times. Each and every time he’d satisfied my insatiable need for dick. John’s always sitting there watching, but if he doesn’t care that another man is banging his wife better than he could, then neither do I. Tonight we’re attending a swingers’ party. Invitation only, compliments of Shemar. I couldn’t wait to see what Philadelphia had to offer. It’s strange, but a few weeks ago, I was unsure of this new lifestyle John had introduced me to, but after a while I had warmed up to the idea. It is what it is. My marriage has gotten a whole lot better.

  We got off the elevator and followed the sound of music coming from the end of the hall. A long table was set up outside the revolving nightclub on top where the party was being held.

  “Names, please.”

  “Sasha and Donovan Hall.” What? You thought we’d use our real names? Hell, no. I’m a published author and my husband is head of a major government project. We’ve got too much to lose if word got out that we’re swinging. She handed us our badges and together we stepped into the room.

  I walked in, expecting to see folks butt-naked and fucking in every corner of the room. Instead, everyone was standing around, dressed in white and looking damn good. No hoochie mama gear in the house. Shemar explained everyone in attendance was well off. No scrubs or lowlife mothafuckas were allowed to be here. If couples weren’t pulling in at least six figures, then you weren’t getting through the door.

  Last week, John and I had to complete a long application that had to be approved for membership. It was funny to see how many siddity mothafuckas were trying to get their freak on.

  We walked around the room and I was disappointed not to see Shemar. Either he hadn’t arrived or was already down the hall fucking someone else. John must have noticed the stares I was getting from some of the other couples, because he put his arm around me and pulled me proudly to his side. We stopped periodically to shake hands and introduce ourselves. There were quite a few bugaboos, but also several men that looked good enough to eat. I caught one particular brotha staring at me. There was a petite woman on his arm, but I wasn’t looking at her. My eyes were on him. Tall, in white pleated slacks and a spandex shirt that strained against the muscles in his arms. He was every bit of six-three and fine as hell. Damn, he looked tasty. I made certain to steer John in their direction.

  “Hello,” he said as we drew closer.

  I held out my hand. “Hi, I’m Sasha and this is my husband, Donovan.”

  He shook both our hands. “Pleasure meeting both of you. I’m Tyler and this is my wife, Daphne.”

  I looked at the woman on his arm. Short, dark- skinned. With a pair of big-ass titties. She wasn’t much to look at. I never understood how fine mothafuckas like him always ended up with the mud ducks when they could have anyone they wanted. Shit, I can’t talk. Hell, I’m with John’s homely ass.

  John quickly shook her hand. “Hello. Nice meeting you both.” Daphne licked her lips and gazed up at my husband as if she liked what she saw. Good. John could spend the next hour tweaking her damn titties for a change. That would give me a chance to be with Tyler alone without my freaky-ass husband watching. I looked up at Tyler in time to see him wink at me. I don’t know how I knew, but just looking at him I knew his ass could fuck.

  “We’ve never done this before," John admitted.

  “Neither have we, but my wife and I have been curious for a while.”

  We found a booth in the corner and the four of us took a seat, ordered a round of drinks, and made small talk, discovering we had a lot in common. John was sitting beside Daphne and Tyler was next to me. An hour later, he was caressing my leg, his hand creeping higher by the second.

  John r
ose. “We’re going to go dance.” He took Daphne’s hand and escorted her out onto the floor, where he pulled her into his arms and the two started slow dancing. I felt a hand stroke my clit. I jumped and gazed up at Tyler.

  “I see you’re not wearing any panties.”

  His deep, robust voice excited me. “Should I have?”

  “Not at all. Open your legs.”

  I spread my legs wider and he rubbed some more, dipping two fingers deep inside my coochie while he stroked my clit. Shit, I ain’t gonna even lie. The shit felt sooo good.

  “You like me playing with your pussy?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I purred as I rocked my hips and met each of his strokes. I reached over and unbuckled his pants and removed his dick. Hell, yes! The brotha had a dick. It wasn’t the longest thing in the world, but it had depth and just enough length to reach my g-spot.

  I spotted my husband and Daphne returning, so I released him and slid across the bench. Only minutes after they returned to their seats, Tyler suggested that we go on down the hall to their room. I was dripping wet and more than ready to get my freak on. John took my hand and we followed them. He was smiling and I could tell he was excited. My body shuddered with anticipation. We stepped into the room and took a seat on one of the beds while they sat on the other. There was a long, awkward silence before Daphne spoke.

  “Why don’t I come over there and you move over here with Tyler?”

  She ain’t say nothing but the word. I nodded, then eagerly moved over to the other bed and onto Tyler’s lap. My husband and Daphne were the furthest things from my mind. Tyler was kissing me, and with his thick, juicy lips I must say the brotha had skills. I deepened the kiss and allowed his tongue to invade my mouth, then I met him stroke for stroke. Eventually, he pulled my dress up over my head, then his mouth closed around my nipple and my gasp quickly turned to a whimper as his teeth gently raked the little peak. Damn, he’s good. No tweaking, no irritating, just plain old sucking. I leaned back and enjoyed his tongue swirling around one hard peak.

  “Oh yeah,” I moaned as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth.

  He slipped his hand beneath my dress and skimmed his thumb between my thighs. I eased my thighs apart and one of his long fingers traced the wet opening between.

  “You feel that?”

  “Do I? Oh hell, yeah.” He stroked his thumb over my clit and my breath caught. “Oh, yeah!” He licked my nipples like a man trying to make a dessert last as long as possible. As if he wasn’t already driving me crazy, one thick finger parted my lips, then drove deep. I closed my eyes and moaned.

  “You’re so wet.”

  Hell, he ain’t seen nothing yet “I can’t wait to sink my dick inside you.”

  For a long moment there was no sound but breathing as he twisted his fingers, then pushed inside me up to the knuckle. Pleasure raced down my spine with each magical stroke.

  “Now I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he said, then thrust deep inside me while simultaneously circling his thumb over my clit. I rocked my hips against his fingers. Desire radiated everywhere as he drove deeper with one, two, three fingers. I cried out. Hallelujah! His breath caught, then released a growl. “That’s it. Let me feel you clamp down on my hand.” Within seconds, I came. The climax was explosive. I was rocking my hips back and forth, trying to take everything he had to offer.

  Dazed and panting, I watched as he rose to his feet. Sweat rolled down between my breasts and my thighs were quivering with anticipation. I was still sitting on the corner of the bed. Towering over me, he took hold of the back of my head then looked down at me with a fierce expression on his face. “Open your mouth.”

  I looked at his dick, inches from my lips, then leaned over and took the round head between my teeth.

  “Hell, yeah!” he groaned as I took as much of his dick as I could in my mouth. Hearing his reaction urged me on. I pulled back, swirled my tongue over the head, and he shuddered. I loved the power I had. I sucked each and every vein snaking his dick, then swooped in again and sucked him in and out. I increased my speed and watched as his thighs rocked on either side of my face. Oh, yeah. This was going to be easy. I sucked harder as he pumped deeper inside my mouth. I put my hands at the base of his dick because I’ll be damned if he was going to gag me with that thing. His body began to shudder when I heard moaning coming from the other bed. I released him and cum sprayed my face at the exact moment I glanced over to see Daphne down on all fours and John slamming his dick in her. She was howling like a damn dog. What the hell? I couldn’t believe he was doing it doggy style because he had never been successful with me. What was even worse was the fact Daphne seemed to be enjoying it. I don’t know why, but suddenly I was no longer aroused and was suddenly turned off by the whole thing. John enjoyed fucking a total stranger better than he enjoyed screwing his own wife. He couldn’t do me dogging, but he didn’t have any problem fucking that way with another bitch. The script had been flipped on my ass and I didn’t like it one bit.

  Chapter 29

  Kayla

  “Kayla, I’m getting ready to make love to you.”

  His words were like a breath of fresh air. Make love. She had dreamed and hoped for this moment when a man said those words and truly meant them. The day had finally come. If this was a dream, then she never wanted to wake up.

  His lips traveled down across her breasts, where he stopped long enough to lavish each nipple thoroughly before moving to the other. Traveling down past her belly, she felt his hands as he tugged down her panties. Lifting up slightly, he eased them over her hips and down past her ankles, then tossed them aside.

  “Spread your legs so I can see how badly you want me.”

  His directness made her clit clench. Oh me. Oh my. She opened her legs and could feel liquid sliding from her vagina. With a smile on his face, he leaned forward and tortured her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

  “Please!” she cried, begging for more. “Don’t stop!” She wanted this moment to go on forever. He moved his tongue to the center of her, dipping and diving into her warm, wet center. She bucked against him. Breathing shallow, Kayla tried to fight the intensity. But it felt sooo good, she was powerless. She tried to maintain control, but it was sweet torture.

  Jermaine withdrew his finger, then inserted two. Withdrew again and inserted a third deep inside her and stilled as her walls clenched around him.

  “I want you in my life. I want you to be my woman.”

  At the impact of his words, her hips jerked. “Yes!” she cried.

  He leaned forward, replacing his hand with his tongue, and licked her up and down, spending a little extra time at her clit. No one, not ever in her thirty-eight years, had ever gone down on her and made her feel this good. Tears pushed to the surface.

  “I’m crazy about you.”

  She rocked her hips against his tongue, wanting, needing. It was difficult to think and listen to what he was saying when all she wanted was for him to be inside of her. “Oh, yes, Jermaine. I’m crazy about you, too.”

  He moved between her legs, trembling with anticipation. His eyes darkened as he stared deep into her eyes. Moments later, he slid inside of her ever so slowly and she wanted to cry.

  “Look at me,” he asked sweetly.

  Kayla opened her eyes and gazed up at his handsome face.

  “I want the world to know how special you are to me,” he whispered as he began to move. With each slow stroke, he kissed her nose. Her lips. Her forehead. She had barely had a chance to catch her breath when he rocked his hips back, then reentered her. Intensity began to build inside her and his thrusts became deeper. She exploded, rocking back and forth, and cried out his name. Jermaine plunged faster, then came inside her with a groan until finally his body collapsed.

  “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

  Kayla gasped, then searched his eyes, disbelieving what she had heard. “Did you ...”

  “I said I love you.” He dropped a kiss to
her lips. “Baby, I’ve been in love with you for a long time. You just never bothered to notice.”

  She started crying, bawling.

  Jermaine rolled onto his side and pulled her against him. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  “You’re the first person who has said that who I honestly believe is not just telling me what he thinks I want to hear. I actually believe you.”

  He held her close, running his hand down her back, comforting her. “When I love, I love with everything I have. I don’t believe in doing anything halfway. Who couldn’t love you? You’re beautiful with a good heart and you’re a woman raised in the church. My mama always said you can’t go wrong with a church- woman.”

  She chuckled softly against his chest. It felt so good to laugh.

  “Seriously, if you give me your heart, I promise I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”

  Hours later, she woke with a smile on her lips. She curled into a ball and squeezed the pillow to her chest. So, this is what love is? Jermaine had stayed long enough to make love to her a second time, kissing her from head to toe, paying close attention to the middle. He held her in his arms until she drifted off to sleep before heading home. This is what it is like to be loved and appreciated by a man. For the past couple of weeks, he’d been doing everything in his power to make her feel important, putting her needs first. God had blessed her with a good man. She had been praying for a long time and her prayers had finally been answered.

  She inhaled, drawing in Jermaine’s masculine scent. It was like a bad dream that she had finally managed to pull herself out of. Jermaine was loving, passionate, and truly wanted to be a part of her life. All the things Leroy never had been, at least not to her. She still found it hard to believe that Leroy was into kinky, weird sex. Diapers and spankings—who would have ever guessed that? Even though Peaches had come forward, everyone was still gossiping about him. The rumor mills were milking it for everything it was worth. Leroy was forced to resign his seat on several local organizations. It was bad enough they had thought Peaches was a teenager, but it was even worse now that the community knew he was having sex with another man.