All I Want... Is You

by Shakir Rashaan

  Their voices were muffled, but I could make out through their screams and moans that they were glad that Toni was able to make it out after all.

  “God I needed this… lick it, D, come on baby… make me come again!” I heard the muffled order coming between moans.

  “Oh God, Toni, he’s rubbing against my spot! Shit, he’s hitting my spot!” Cori repeated over and over again. “Damn, it’s so deep!”

  “Give it to him, baby! Fuck him the way you’ve wanted to fuck him!” Toni screamed, riding my tongue harder.

  Hearing their muffled screams as they tore through me was music to my ears, and I didn’t care if I was sore in the morning or not. It was well worth the delicious torture that I endured right now.

  I felt my wave beginning to crest, and I needed to hold out a little longer to try and let Cori know that I was coming.

  My body had other ideas.

  “Cori, I’m coming!” I growled loudly through my exclamation.

  I dug my nails into her hips, and she immediately got up and started to stroke me with her hand.

  Toni got up from my face and moved down to where Cori was and started licking my thighs, alternating with the head of my dick. Cori was on the other side, licking up and down the shaft, driving me into a fit.

  My climax imminent, I grabbed for anything that I could to anchor myself as I looked down at them completely into each other, kissing in between licking and sucking my dick at the same time.

  The volcano erupted, and the guttural growl that escaped from my lips scared me to my core. Through my narrowed eyes, I saw both women enjoying the physical proof that they’d gotten me to release and let go of everything that had been weighing me down the past couple of weeks.

  It didn’t matter anymore at that point.

  The exhaustion from that eruption was enough for darkness to claim me quickly.

  The last sounds I heard were the continuing passionate moans shared between the women that would potentially rule my world.

  ~Cori~

  That night changed… everything.

  I’m still tingling thinking back on it now, and it was a couple of days ago.

  The next few days, all we did was sleep, fuck, order food, fuck, sleep some more, fuck a whole lot more, eat some more, and sleep a helluva lot more.

  Oh, we did manage to talk in the midst of all of the debauchery.

  There were things that we needed to figure out.

  Whew… did it ever!

  We talked about the bond that Toni and I developed and what it all meant; the connection between us was stronger than we ever thought it would be.

  I had to figure out my feelings about having a girlfriend and a boyfriend. I had always thought myself a selfish bitch, to be honest. You know, the end all and be all of my man’s world. Being bisexual kind of blurred those lines a little bit, to say the least. It was a side of me that I had to hide from Troy when we were dating because he thought it was something that “his woman” shouldn’t be doing.

  But it was okay for those other bitches to be all into it. He was just fucking them.

  Hypocrite… it’s whatever for him.

  After two days of getting feelings out in the open, pushing through the boundaries that we all had regarding relationships, and all the intimacy that came before and after the mind-blowing sex, we finally came to the conclusion that this was something that we all wanted.

  Neither of us was interested in getting married anytime soon, and kids were definitely out of the question, and I didn’t want to lose either of them under any circumstances.

  I couldn’t have been happier.

  I know some folks will say that you can’t be in love with more than one person at a time, but I feel like I’m falling for them both, in uniquely different ways.

  It’s not like I really cared all that much to begin with, but it was the easiest way for me to figure out why I had to have them both.

  But we had to come back down to earth sooner or later. So, we decided to come clean to everyone else in the house, since we knew they could hear us.

  Kyra was cool with the whole arrangement; in fact, she admitted that if we didn’t take her, she and her girlfriend would have gladly stepped in to have her as a third.

  Candace was too busy getting herself off from hearing everything we did to worry about the why and the how. As far as she was concerned, it didn’t mess with what she had with her boyfriend, although she did cut her eyes at him when he made the comment that Derrick was lucky as hell.

  Luck had nothing to do with it, if you ask me and Toni.

  He was just reaping the benefits of something that naturally came into being.

  That just left Tracie… and Brian.

  Brian just blinked a few times, trying to make sense of it all. He gave me a look like he’d picked the wrong woman, and it showed on his face. I winked at him, knowing that he never had a chance in hell at getting at me.

  What is it they say about watching out for the quiet ones?

  Hell, if he only knew how much of a freak Candace was, he’d really be pissed off that he lost out on the sweepstakes.

  Tracie was the one I expected to lose her mind, and to a degree, she didn’t disappoint, but that was only because she picked up on the vibe that Brian gave off and figured she would kick it up

  a notch.

  “I can’t believe you would get into some wild shit like this, girl.” Tracie tried to get onto her soapbox moment. “You know that’s some white folks shit right there. You ain’t woman enough to keep Derrick satisfied by yourself?”

  “Yeah, you’re doing a damn good job keeping Brian around, too, right?”I shot back. “I should have known you would be the one to play the hater.”

  “I’m not hating, baby. I just know that I couldn’t do that shit.” Tracie replied. “But I should have known the rest of you were freaks to say you’re okay with this mess. It’s not even a real relationship.”

  “Brian, can you calm your woman down, please?” I asked Brian, who looked like he didn’t want any part of the mess that his woman was creating. “Didn’t you handle that ass while you were here this week?”

  “See, that’s your problem, Cori; sex don’t cure every fucking thing.” Tracie lectured, amping up her attack on me. “Wake up and smell the bullshit! He’s having his cake and eating it, too. Don’t you see that?!?!”

  “Have you thought for one second that I actually want them both, huh?” I threw that nugget out there, which caused her to stare at me. “I want them both, and they both want me. What part of this is not resonating with you?”

  “Alright, ladies, enough,” Cheryl came in after a few moments of listening in on the conversation. “Tracie, if you can’t handle the relationship that Cori is obviously happy being in, then that’s a personal problem that you need to get figured out.”

  “But Cheryl—“

  “I don’t think you’re hearing my words, Tracie,” she continued before we saw a couple of men walking out from the direction of her bedroom. “The last thing you want to do is judge someone based on what you think you know about them.”

  Derrick took a double-take at the men that had shit-eating grins on their faces. A silly smirk spread across his face as he realized what we all began to recognize as the bodyguards that we had been with all week long.

  It was so quiet a pin could be heard hitting the marble floor.

  “So, do you plan to judge me because I had the fun that you wished you had?” Cheryl’s question was like a dagger aimed at Tracie’s throat. “Because if you are, I have no problems hitting the speed-dial so that your replacement will be more than happy to enjoy the potential stardom that this group is primed to have.”

  Tracie was speechless.

  Hell, we all were.

  But Cheryl had a damn good point, and Tracie couldn’t argue it. The only difference was we had no clue our manager could get down like that.

  “Personal business is exactly that, Tracie… personal. If you wan
t us out of yours, the road travels both ways, child.” Cheryl explained. “You’re not perfect; none of us are. But this holier-than-thou shit has got to stop, or would you like for me to blow up your spot about the videos that you and Brian have been making when you thought you were alone in his studio?”

  Tracie turned bright red when she heard that last part. Her stunned silence tipped the rest of us off that it was more than just straight fucking.

  I guess everything came full circle this morning.

  Candace said what I believe we were all thinking, in an attempt to break the silence. “So, now that everything’s out on the table and the air is cleared, can we get back to the A so we can go Platinum, please?”

  ~Derrick~

  I hated funerals.

  Being at Omar’s funeral wasn’t going to help change that mental perception, either.

  Emotions were always raw; anyone could say anything at any time. It could be a peaceful time to mourn or it could be one of the most volatile times that family and friends can ever deal with.

  The mood that I was in, I didn’t want to be there.

  Having Cori and Toni with me helped a great deal.

  But, both of my girls felt the tension, and I wasn’t pleasant to be around. I needed to get out of here as quickly as possible.

  For the past week while we were gone, I found out through different news reports that Omar’s parents were on the offensive, trying hard to paint me as the one who pulled the trigger and killed him. I had been cleared of charges because of the fact that the trajectory of the bullet that went through Omar’s skull came from the gun that he had in his hand.

  Never mind the other fact that he shot me before he shot himself, that seemed to be lost on them, but that’s fine, too. Once the detectives told me that there would be no charges coming my way, all the whining on Channel 5 and 11Alive wouldn’t do anything but make them look bad.

  It’s sad that it had to come down to that, but that was no longer my problem to worry about.

  I purposely stayed away from everyone today, including Cori and Toni, and I especially avoided the calls I got from Tina. She kept up the pressure, even calling me at weird hours, masturbating about how bad she can’t wait to have me inside her.

  This was really turning into some seriously insane stalker-type nonsense.

  I didn’t want to tell her father about the things she was doing because he still sees her as “daddy’s little girl,” but this was getting too thick. I had to find a way out of this mess before I found my ass in a sling and out of a job.

  Being away from Cori was the hardest thing, though. She and the group had to concentrate on final preparations for some pre-release interviews that were scheduled for the next few days, and Toni was out of pocket because some out of town business that she was doing on behalf of RP Records. Having them both gone was already wearing on me. I guess that’s the price for dating a potential superstar and a model, so I needed to get my shit together if we were going to make this work.

  Brian stopped by the studio when I thought he was in his own studio laying tracks down for the demo. I was knee deep in the middle of images that were already frustrating me, but I didn’t need to let anyone know that I was letting this whole thing affect me this badly.

  “Yo, D, I see you’re in good shape, considering what’s happened.” he looked me over, and I was half-listening, trying to concentrate. “You couldn’t possibly be able to work all this out before the funeral?”

  “Oh yes I can,” I corrected. “I have never missed a deadline, and I’m not about to start just because Omar’s bitch ass checked out.”

  “Look, D, you took a bullet in your arm, okay?” Brian reminded me, pointing to the bandage on my arm. “I know you think you’re a badass, but that shit would have shaken me up.”

  He was right, and I had to admit it. I didn’t want to think about that night, but it kept haunting my nightmares since it happened. I pushed through it because there was no point in not trying to use it as an excuse for the lackluster work. I had to be a professional, and that meant putting the personal bullshit aside to get the job done.

  “You’re right, Brian, but I’ll rest in a couple of days after things die down.” I told him, giving

  him pound as we headed out of the studio to the elevator. “But for now, business needs to be handled first.”

  “I don’t care what the police said, you killed my son!”

  I didn’t have time to even view the casket before Omar’s mother, Mrs. Peyton, began her verbal assault. I had gotten out of the truck, with Cori and Toni on either side of me, trying to keep some form of an emotional balance because I didn’t want to make a scene.

  I was honestly surprised that she didn’t slap me first.

  “Mrs. Peyton, I didn’t kill Omar, the medical examiner—“

  “My boy never used drugs until he ran into thugs like you, you punk!” she spat as I watched Omar’s casket lowering to the ground. “In my mind, you’re responsible for him being in that damn casket! It should be you down there, not him!”

  It was all I could do to keep my emotions in check. Even though the last few moments were extremely rough between us, Omar was still my boy, cradle to the grave.

  I just didn’t expect the grave to come before we hit 30.

  Watching her make a spectacle of things was too much to deal with, and I needed to get things under control before something else happened.

  Mrs. Peyton obviously wasn’t done with me. Before I could adjust, she let me have it. “I regret the day you came into his life! You took everything away from him! You took his jobs, you took his spot on the team—“ she yelled, and after one look at Cori, and then at Toni, she finally yelled, “and you even took his girlfriends!”

  That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

  “Omar was never as perfect as you thought he was. You just kept your eyes blind to the shit that was going on, ma’am.” I wanted to explode, and the only thing keeping me from doing it was feeling Cori squeeze my hand. “He messed his own life up, and I refuse to stand here and take abuse for your son’s mistakes.”

  Mr. Peyton walked in on the conversation as I was done talking and caught what I said to his wife. “Son, you know better than to talk to your elders with that tone. I would suggest that you apologize right now.”

  “D, come on, you’ll have another time to pay your respects, okay?” Cori calmly said to me, giving a cold stare back in Mrs. Peyton’s direction.

  “Not before I say my peace first.” I replied, returning the glare that Mr. Peyton gave me. “With all due respect, sir, your wife sees only what she wants to see, and in hindsight, I should have realized that by now. I’m sorry for your loss, and I sincerely mean that, but I am not to blame for his death.”

  As we walked away, Mrs. Peyton yelled out, “You’re gonna get what’s coming to you, Derrick Morrow! I promise you that, as God as my witness!”

  Part of me wanted to read her the riot act for trying to vex me.

  The other part knew that it wouldn’t do anything but give more fodder to an already crazy evening.

  Brian walked up with Tracie, noticing the dejected look on my face. “What the hell happened? You look like someone just tried to rip your heart out.”

  Cori answered for me, knowing I really didn’t want to talk at that moment. “Omar’s mother did a number on him, blaming him for his death.”

  Toni caressed my face, trying to get me to look in her direction. “Everyone knows that it wasn’t your fault, that’s all that matters. She never could handle the fact that Omar was always trying

  to compete with you over any and everything.”

  “I wish I could share your faith in me, Toni.” I told her. “You know how I was in high school. I was ruthless, even when it came to the crew in high school.

  Player’s code, remember? Take no prisoners.”

  “But you are not a thug, baby.” I heard Cori say. “I don’t deal with thugs anymore, even the
wannabe idiots.”

  “She called him a thug?” Toni raised an eyebrow. “Now I’ve really heard everything. Your parents live in the Mount Paran area, what the hell is she talking about?”

  “Listen to me, and Toni can back me up on this,” Cori stood in front of me, her perfume taking control of my senses. “We would not be in your life right now if you were anything less than what you are right now. You are not the man that she tried to paint you.”

  Toni chimed in, “She’s right, baby. I love you to death, but if you were anything like what Omar had become, I would have left you after that incident with Samantha.”

  That got my attention, and she knew it.

  “I hear what you’re saying, both of you.” I tried to shake off the words that I worried would haunt me for a long time. “Right now, I want to take my favorite ladies to dinner, if that’s alright with the two of you?”

  Toni looked at Cori and smirked. “Be careful what you ask for, D, because you just might get your wish.”

  We were about to head back to the car, when I heard a voice that nearly shook me to my core.

  “Long time, no see, Derrick.”

  I guess it was going to be one of those days.

  What’s the old adage?

  Into everyone’s life, a little rain must fall.

  Seeing Stacy Kent standing in front of me was a little more than rain. More like a hurricane would be more appropriate.

  I felt like I was in the twilight zone.

  I tried hard to figure out why she was there in the first place; it wasn’t like she and Omar were close like that.

  “Stacy, what are you doing here?”I had to blink twice to really believe she was there.

  “Yeah, I would love to know the reason for this myself,” Toni chimed in, extremely irritated over the sight of my ex-girlfriend. “What, we’re resorting to opportunistic swoop-ins now?”

  “Same old Toni, forever protective of your pseudo-boyfriend; no wonder we never got along.” Stacy snapped, and then she winced for a second.