A few hours later, I was at home standing in front of my bed and observing the three outfits I had laid out. One was a red stretch dress with a V-dip in the front. It came with a black belt that tightened around the waist, and I had the perfect black heels to match. The other outfits were a one-piece, strapless white jumper, and jeans with a burnt orange button-down shirt from Ashley Stewart. I must have stared at the outfits for an hour, debating which one would fit me best. While in thought, I snapped my fingers and hurried into my walk-in closet. I scanned my clothes, then came across the flowered sundress I wore the first time Roc and I had sex. He loved my dress, so he said, but more than anything he appreciated the easy access. I slid the dress over my body and stepped into my yellow flip-flops that matched. Now, why didn’t I think of this before? I thought, and hurried to grab my purse and keys so I could go.
On the drive to Roc’s place, I couldn’t stop thinking about what the night had in store for us. I hoped like hell that I was still capable of pleasing him. I mean, with Greg, my sexual performance was just okay. In no way did being with him encourage me to give it my all. Roc always got the best sex out of me, and right about now, I needed something good in return. I couldn’t wait to see him, so I put my foot on the accelerator and sped up.
By the time I reached Roc’s place, it was 8:15 P.M. I told him I’d be there around eight, but the battle with my clothes delayed me. I wanted to check on Chassidy again, so I dialed out on my cell phone to call Monica.
“She’s perfectly fine,” Monica said. “And if all you’re going to do is call here the entire weekend to check on her, then I’m going to stop answering my phone.”
I smiled, as my best friend knew how protective I was of my children. “What is she doing? Did I forget to put her Princess and the Frog pillow in her bag?”
“No. She’s cuddled up next to me, resting peacefully with her pillow beside her. We were watching Up and those beautiful little eyes were fading by the minute. Tomorrow we’re going to go check on my parents and I’m taking her to Incredible Pizza with my two nieces. They’re spending the night, too, and the girls will have lots of fun. Trust me.”
“I do trust you and you already know that. You know how I am about my babies.”
“Yes, I do, and I’m the same way. Have fun with Roc this weekend, and don’t worry about Chassidy. I hope everything goes well, even though I’m not sure yet about his return.”
“I’m not sure, either, but I’m here. And the way my hormones are raging, there will be no turning back.”
We laughed and Monica knew exactly where I was coming from. “What did you wind up putting on?” she asked.
I looked down at my sundress with blooming flowers, fearing to tell her. “A simple sundress.”
“A sundress? Which one?”
“The yellow one with the white flowers and thin straps.”
“Ugh, the one that looks like a balloon? You couldn’t find anything else to put on? Girl, that dress is for cleaning up around the house. I can’t believe that was the only—”
“Good-bye, Monica. I’ll call to check on you and Chassidy tomorrow.”
Monica was still talking and laughing about my dress. I hung up on her, but I was sure she would understand. Feeling a bit nervous, I looked at the address I wrote on the paper, comparing it to what looked to be a newly built two-family flat: one upstairs, the other down. The landscaping was beautiful and the huge picture windows on the front gave the property a luxurious look. I slowly walked to the door, already biting my nails. I couldn’t understand why I was so uncomfortable with this, especially since I had gotten to know Roc so well. I took several deep breaths before ringing the doorbell. Almost immediately, I could hear Roc’s hard footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Who out there ringin’ my bell?” he playfully asked.
“Desa Rae.”
“Who?”
“You heard me, Roc. Stop playing.”
“You’re late.”
“And?”
“And if it were me, you would be all in my shit. So I’m gettin’ in yours.”
“Well, that’s why I’m here. I was hoping that you would get into . . . well, something.”
He opened the door with a heart-melting grin on his face. He wore a pair of dark denim jeans that hung very low, showing his light blue boxers and rock-hard abs. His eyes scanned my dress and his grin got even wider. So did the door. “Damn, baby, you . . . you out here lookin’ like a dyme piece. Please come in.”
I stepped inside, blushing. “I thought you would like my dress, and I have no complaints either.”
Roc shut the door, and then turned to face me. His eyes dropped to my lips, and even though we had kissed the other day, this time was starting to feel different. I was feeling a bit more at ease, and when his hands went underneath my dress to touch my bare ass, I felt relieved. He backed away from our intense kiss.
“Did I tell you how much I love this dress? Seein’ you in it always makes my dick ready to aim and shoot.”
I rested my arms on his shoulders, already feeling his hardness. “I think you appreciate what’s underneath my dress more, but that’s just my opinion, of course.”
He winked and continued to feel my ass. “Both. And to be honest, I appreciate all of it. Every single inch of it.”
I could in no way argue with that, and his tongue went in for the kill again. My hands roamed his rock-hard body and I could feel my temperature rising. As we were both indulging ourselves, Roc eased back on the steps, pulling me on top as he leaned back. I could feel cool air on my butt, as every bit of it was now exposed.
I paused from the intense kiss, looking eye to eye with Roc. “Aren’t you going to show me around first? We could talk about how your day went or how mine went before we start screwing each other’s brains out, right?”
“As hard as my dick is right now, we gon’ have to save the chit-chat for later. And trust me when I say you will get the tour you’ve been waitin’ for in just a few minutes.”
Roc attempted to raise my dress over my head, but I backed up. I stood, looking at him leaned back on the stairs, resting on his elbows.
“Can we at least get up the stairs? I need way more room than this and it’s not like I weigh a buck-zerofive.”
“You were the one who always told me to be creative, and work with what space I have. You do remember tellin’ me that, don’t you?”
I couldn’t deny my own words, but the stairs were not my cup of tea. I started up the stairs, ignoring Roc as I passed by him. When I reached the top, he stood closely behind me. I could see into the small living room that was to my right, and the bedroom that was down the hallway to my left. Roc wasted no time removing his jeans and tossing them down the stairs. He pulled the top of my sundress apart, ripping it straight down the middle. Wondering if I cared? Hell no, I didn’t. My thick breasts were now exposed and so was my shaved pussy. Roc peeled the sundress away from my body, tossing it down the stairs as well. In no way could I make it to the living room or his bedroom, so I lay back on what I assumed to be a very clean, carpeted floor. Within seconds, Roc rested his body between my trembling legs, allowing me to feel a big piece of hard meat that I couldn’t wait to enter me. He started in on my wobbly breasts, squeezing them in his hands and sucking them at the same time. I was on fire, and all I could do was rub my hands all over his sexy dark body that had me hooked! I could already feel my juices boiling over, and when Roc slipped his finger inside of me, I gasped out loud. He made many rotations, causing my groans to increase. I couldn’t take the foreplay much longer and was in a rush to receive the satisfaction I had waited on for almost two years. I reached down, touching his monstrous dick that made my mouth water.
“Baby, pleeease put on your condom. Hurry, okay?” I begged.
Roc removed his fingers from inside of me, bringing along a small flood of my juices. He sucked his wet fingers and kneeled between my legs. Putting me into position, he placed my legs around his back.
He lightly rubbed his hardness against my slit, causing my eyelids to flutter. As he toyed with my insides and circled his head around my clit, I felt so weak for him.
“Do I have to use a condom?” he asked. “I really don’t want to and I’m dyin’ to feel the real deal.”
The foreplay he delivered was feeling so good to me, and stopping the action would have been a crime. I guess I was about to commit one, because there was no way in hell he was entering me again without a condom. Him being incarcerated put a bit of fear in me and having sex with numerous women in the past concerned me too. I reached down, moving his hardness away from me.
“Please. Let’s do this the right way. I know you understand my concerns.”
He shrugged. “I don’t, but when we’re finished, I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
I kept quiet, as I in no way wanted to ruin the moment. Roc stood up, making his way down the long hallway and into his bedroom. I sat up on my elbows, observing him open his drawer and break open a condom package. I was in awe looking at his side profile, and the sight of his bulging muscles made me hungry. I got off the floor and made my way to his bedroom. He had barely put the condom on before I moved him back to the bed and kneeled on the floor in front of him. I held his hardness in my hands, preparing myself to please him in every way possible.
“Nice room,” I said, not paying much attention to the room, but more so to my grip on his stick.
“I knew you would like it,” he replied, looking at his goods with a wicked grin.
I covered his package with my mouth, making sure it hit the back of my deep throat. Due to his size, that wasn’t an easy task. Roc dropped back on the bed, allowing me to have my way with him. Almost immediately, I brought him to an eruption.
“Dezzzz,” he whined. “Daaaaamn, baby, you’re guuuud at that shit.”
I gave him minimal time to regroup, expecting him to return the favor. I eased my way onto the bed, straddling my thighs across his face. My pussy lowered to his thick lips and he already knew what to do with it. As his tongue dipped into my overly heated tunnel, all I could shout was, “Welcome home, baby, I’m so glad you’re home!”
Thing was, would I feel the same way tomorrow?
Chapter 2
I slowly opened my eyes, slightly remembering parts of a dream I’d had about my mother. All I remembered was her sitting at a table, telling me to be very careful about my choices. She was holding Chassidy in her arms, and, for some reason, Reggie was standing beside her, laughing. It was a very weird dream and I was so glad to come out of it. I yawned and sat up to observe my surroundings. I was still at Roc’s place, but he was nowhere in sight. His room was lit up by a picture window that had no curtains at all, letting the bright rays from the sun come in. In front of me was a flat-screen television, sitting on an entertainment center. A microfiber wavy black chaise was next to the queen-sized bed I was in, and a dresser with a mirror was to the left of the bed. A ceiling fan in the shape of a palm tree hung from above, and the beige-colored walls looked freshly painted. The whole room was quite simple, and, to be honest, it was nothing like his penthouse.
Feeling a bit woozy, I pulled the soft blue sheets away from my body and sat up on the edge of the bed. Yes, Roc had sexed me all night and my coochie was real tender. More than anything, I needed a shower. I also needed to find something to put on, since my pretty flowered dress was now history. There were two doors in Roc’s bedroom, also the exit door. I didn’t know what was behind the other two doors, but when I opened one, I saw a very long closet lined with clothes. Shoes, mainly tennis shoes, were everywhere and so were plenty of boxes. I could tell Roc still had some unpacking to do. I reached for the first thing I saw, and that was a long purple and yellow Lakers T-shirt. After I put it on, I opened the other door. That one led to a bathroom. Inside was a stand-up shower, double sinks, and a toilet. Toothpaste, cologne, and soap were on the sink, and I only saw two towels. I looked at myself in the long mirror, teasing my wild hair. I didn’t have a brush to straighten it, but my fingers were doing the job. Once my hair was in place, I splashed cold water on my face, patting it dry with my hands. I wanted to brush my teeth, but my toothbrush was in my purse. I couldn’t remember where I had left that, and I assumed it was somewhere near the stairs.
I left the bathroom and started down the hallway to find Roc. Almost immediately, I could hear voices. The floor squeaked a little, but I halted my steps just to listen in on the conversation.
“I’m tellin’ you, them fools had me fucked up,” Roc said. “I was one nigga they didn’t want to pull them gates open for, and I wanted to spit on that white son of a bitch who opened it. But all I did was smile at his ass and salute! Adios, muthafucka, I’m out!”
I heard hand slapping, then another voice chimed in. “That’s how you gotta do ’em. And the fact that you never showed fear, nor did yo’ ass get in any trouble, it fucked them up. I told you Watts was gon’ make a way out of no way, but I had to pay that fat sucker a bundle of dough. It was worth it though, baby boy, and you know I will always have yo’ back.”
Hand slapping sounded off again, and, unfortunately for me, I knew that voice all too well. It was Ronnie. Why Roc would want us underneath the same roof, I don’t know, but I continued to listen, hearing another voice.
“I do think it’s a good idea for you to lay low for a while. Ronnie, me, and BJ got this and you know we gon’ hold it down for you.”
“Just like you held down Vanessa while I was away, right? Sippi, you know I’m still bitter about that shit, but it takes a ho to show her true colors when a nigga locked up.”
“I hit that bitch twice and if you got a beef about it, take it up with her. She the one who came at me. I’m not gon’ turn down no available pussy. Besides, you told me she was just your baby’s mama, nothin’ more, nothin’ less. Correct?”
I inched forward, waiting to hear Roc’s response.
“She ain’t shit to me no more, but a long time ago I would have given her ass the shirt off my back. She couldn’t get a damn gummy bear from me now.”
I heard laughter and that’s when I decided to make my presence known before I got busted for creeping. I also wanted to make Ronnie aware that I feared him in no way, and since Roc had no intention of keeping him away from me, why not show my face? I took a deep breath, but just as I made my way to the living room, the floor loudly squeaked. Everyone turned, looking in my direction. Seeing Ronnie made my flesh crawl, and the other young man who Roc referred to as Sippi, oh my God! I wanted to run! If Vanessa had slept with him, she was out of her mind! He was tall, muscular, and had long dreads and a rugged goatee. His hazel eyes were frightening and damn near matched his gold grille. I didn’t mean to stare, but I sure wouldn’t want to see him in a dark alley.
Roc stood up, tugging at his cargo shorts to pull them up. “Say, baby,” he said, sucking on a toothpick. “You already know Ronnie, but this is my boy, Mississippi. Sippi, this is Dez. Chassidy’s mama.”
Normally, I would have extended my hand, but . . . okay, what the hell? I reached out my hand and Sippi barely touched it. He threw his head back. “Sup. Glad to meet you.”
Ronnie hadn’t said a word and I ignored him, turning my attention to Roc.
“Honey, I was looking for some towels so I could take a shower.”
“Damn, ma, you wasn’t gon’ wait for me?”
“No. Besides, you’re busy.”
Ronnie stood up, face twisted and cutting his eyes. He reached in his pocket, pulling out a wad of money that was too thick for his ashy hands to hold. Diamond rings were on each finger and a platinum and gold watch glistened on his wrist. He cut the wad in half, dropping money on the table. “My move,” he said, looking at Roc. “You already know what I told you and I won’t say it again. The next move is yours.”
Dressed in an all-linen, cream-colored suit and diamonds in both ears, Ronnie proceeded toward me. He put his hands back into his pockets, jiggling his keys.
; “Desa Rae, risk-takin’ Jenkins. I see you back in business, but I wonder for how long. This time, I suggest that you don’t overstay your welcome.” He winked, looking very identical to Roc. “As that would please me more than you know.”
Ronnie going to hell would have pleased me, and it was obvious that he still had a beef with me for taking up too much of Roc’s time. Particularly keeping him away from the drug game. Before I could say anything, Roc intervened. I was sure he remembered what happened the last time the three of us were together, and I knew he was in no mood to see another gun upside my head. Trying not to go there again, I kept quiet, giving Roc an opportunity to address his out-of-control uncle.
“Man, lighten up and chill,” Roc said, moving next to Ronnie. He kept staring at me, and I stared back. Roc swayed his hand in front of Ronnie’s eyes, and he smacked Roc’s hand.
“Don’t put your gotdamn hands near my face, nigga! I don’t give a fuck who you are. You out of line.”
I was surprised, as Roc in no way backed down. Now his face was twisted up and his forehead showed thick wrinkles. “Muthafucka, yo’ ass the one out of line. If I didn’t touch you, nigga, don’t touch me. Show a man some respect in front of his woman and don’t be treatin’ me like no punk.”
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