BOMAW 1-3

by Mercedes Keyes

  "Let's change the subject."

  Shawn barked in laughter. "Baby...it's not as hard as it sounds. I want a traditional, husband-wife, man and woman relationship. I want balance. We'll be fine, you'll see. Come on, don't stop now... let me hear more. What's your favorite food?"

  "Asian cuisine... I love it. Yours?"

  "Greens and catfish!"

  "Shawn!" Sylvia laughed out. "You have to like something more than that!"

  "What'ayah talkin' about... that's a perfect food. That's what I like. I never get tired of greens, not ever! If it were left up to me, we'd eat them everyday. And catfish, best fish in the world!"

  "Well we're not eating it everyday Shawn. I like it too, but not all the time."

  "That's fine... I'll actually eat anything, but that's my favorite."

  "Okay...what about music?" She asked.

  "I love all kinds of music, even some rap if its good. I don't like trash rap...but there have been some that have come out I don't mind."

  "Good...ummm, just so you know, there are times when I'm up early, I turn the stereo up loud and dance and jam as I clean."

  "How loud, and how early?"

  "Real loud and about 7am or so."

  Shawn groaned.

  "You have to compromise some Shawn."

  "Alright alright, how about this... we get you an mp3 player and you can jam at 7am with your head phones on? Fair?"

  "Really good ones?"

  "The best baby! Only the best for you." He swore.

  "Deal!"

  "Next thing, you will not ever work outside of the house while we have our babies to raise. I'm the bread winner, I'll get the bills paid, so we better get them all out and see what needs to be done."

  "Hmmm, ummm - Shawn."

  "Yeah?" He answered.

  "Which house will we be living in?"

  "Mine of course."

  "I like my house!"

  "Armundo Payne bought that house! I'm not living in another mans house."

  "I bought that house! He never even saw that house Shawn! And when you asked me could we live together, I distinctly remember you saying that you would live there in my house or I could move into yours." She reminded him.

  "I was just being generously flexible at the time, I didn't really mean I would move into his house."

  "It's not his house, it's my house! And that's where I'm going to live!"

  Shawn groaned, "Ah hell... here we go."

  "You doggone right here we go! I like my house!"

  Chapter 46

  "Aaah, hell, she's pissed," Shawn muttered as he lay on the bed of the motel they'd booked into. A tiff over the living arrangements ensued. Sylvia went silent, and refused to answer anything more or carry on the discussion from the moment he "tried" to put his foot down and have the last word, which didn't seem to work as simply as he would have liked. He had to use the bathroom, which she knew. The moment he opened the door, she'd pushed her way in with her bag, charged into the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it, where she presently occupied as he lay back on the bed, calling her to come out and let him use the bathroom. His legs were shaking, one hand at his forehead, the other scratching his belly.

  "Sylvia…come on! I gotta pee, darlin'!" He dug his head back into the mattress yelling, grinning and rubbing his tired eyes. He tried to wait it out and called his family, telling them that they were there and staying in town at the Hills Roadside Motel. He promised them that they would be there first thing in the morning. Everyone was so excited about finally meeting Sylvia.

  "Aaah, man! Sylvia! Woman, let me in that bathroom!" He tried once more, using his best demanding voice.

  "I'm not done yet…you wait!" she finally responded to him.

  "Wait hell! You did this on purpose!" he finished, muttering loud enough for her to hear him. "I'm telling you—you better open that door! Stubborn-mean-ass!"

  "I heard you! Now—you can just go piss up a tree!" she ordered spitefully.

  Shawn burst out laughing. "Aaah, hell…God, this woman…don't make me break that door down!" he threatened in his gruffest voice.

  "Go t'hell, Shawn!"

  "Hey! Watch that! You don't tell your future husband to go to hell!" he barked, laughing and trying to sound serious, but all he could do was grin and shake his legs. "Baby, please…I have to pee!" he reminded her. She went silent and said nothing. Shawn leaned up, looking at the dark brown wood-panelled door. "Goddamn women…can't live with them—SYLVIA!" he shouted, sitting all the way up.

  "Quit shouting like you crazy, Shawn, for somebody hear you!" she hissed from inside the bathroom.

  Shawn stood, walked to the bathroom door, his long arms stretched above his head, grasping the door frame as he leaned his ear against the door, trying to listen to what she was doing. The water was running, bad idea. "Aaaaah, baby…I gotta pee, come on…please?" He groaned. "You gonna make me piss my pants!" he warned her.

  "There are trees out there," she returned.

  "Sylvia! I am not pissing up some goddamn tree! Now open this door!"

  His pleas were met with silence. Shawn did a dancing fit, very reminiscent of a tantrum. "Sylvia! You're asking for it! Don't make me break this door in!"

  "Shawn McPherson! You can kiss my black ass! I'll come out when I get ready! You ain't gone be tellin' me what to do," she mumbled low, but he heard her.

  "I'll kiss that black ass all right! You know I will…right after I spank it blue! You pushin' it!" he warned.

  More silence…he whimpered and did his dance again. "Baby, pul-leeease—let me in. We'll talk about it some more. If you give me a chance, I got a really good idea. While you were giving me the stubborn silent treatment, I was thinking up one helluva solution, but you got to let me in to hear it."

  "What solution?" she asked.

  "I'll tell you all about it, if you let me in the bathroom," he promised.

  "You ain't thought up nothin'! You just want me to open this door."

  "Baby…I'm serious…I've got a really good idea, two really good ideas," he promised.

  "Lemme hear'em, and I may open the door," she responded, leaning on it from the other side listening to him.

  "One: Let me build you a brand new home—using mine as the base for it—but you can choose the layout and everything…it can look just the way you want it to, and as you know, there's enough land there to make it as big as we want it." He had her attention.

  "Hmmm, go on…and the second idea?" she asked.

  Shawn was dancing with his legs twisted. "You can use your house as your own personal home business! We'll fix it up, five star quality, as a bed and breakfast! You'll run it! We'll do seasons for the area and the whole nine yards! Sylvia!" Her name came as an urgent plea from panic.

  The door came open, she stepped aside as he rushed in, knocked her bag to the floor, tossed up the seat and whipped it out, leaning a hand against the wall above the toilet and started pissing a river. The pleasure of relief was clear with his sigh and smile, eyes closed dreamily as he went.

  "You splashing that seat! Better clean it up!" Sylvia pointed out, grinning to herself when she heard his low throat growl at her. She grabbed her bag from the floor and went into the room to leave him still peeing in the bathroom. She'd changed into a little slinky hot pink number…satin, soft, and her favorite cut to mid-thigh sleeper. She was sexy as hell in it and knew it. The thin spaghetti straps and clinging fabric was sheer shimmer-perfection for showing off her shapely legs, strong thighs and ample butt. It hung just enough past her bottom to do the job it was intended to do.

  Shawn wiped up the toilet and flushed and washed his hands afterwards. Leaning back, he stared out the door at her as she pulled the covers back on the bed, looking like a pink-wrapped chocolate candy treat that he definitely wanted some of. She kept her eyes away from him, bit into her lip, fighting down her grin of victory. Her mind clicking over the idea of a newly-built home, and then…the prospect of turning hers into a bed and breakfast; t
he thought had never entered her mind. But now that it had, it didn't take her fertile imagination long to see the wonderful possibilities of it.

  "So…you gonna hear me out now?" Shawn asked, standing in the doorway, shucking his clothing down to his briefs.

  "I'm listening." She opened the floor and glanced up at him fighting back a grin.

  "You little…hellion!" he announced, springing across the room to pounce on her, tossing her to the bed as she squealed out laughing while he tickled her, she squealed even louder, turning and rolling with tears running from her eyes as he punished her, hitting all of her ticklish spots until she was laying on her stomach laughing and crying, begging for mercy. The little slinky top had ridden up and exposed her bottom, clad only in the matching pink bikini panties. Shawn shifted positions quickly and before she knew it, she was over his lap with her butt up and out, right where he wanted it.

  "Shawn! What are you doing?" she cried out.

  "Yeah! Got your lil' black ass right where I want it now, baby! Want me to kiss it, hmm?" he was threatening; his hand high over it, holding her there with his upper body and strong arm across her back.

  "Shawn…don't…I'm sorry…I'm sorry!" she squealed out, laughing, but worried he would really hit her. Her butt was tender; one thing she didn't want was one of his big hands slapping her rump.

  "Yeah! Talking all that stuff! Go t'hell! Kiss m'black ass! Em hm!" The way he said it made Sylvia laugh even harder, even though he held her in a vulnerable position. "Yeah…who the man in charge now?"

  "You, baby! You in charge!" she whimpered, trying to bite back laughter.

  "That's right! Who the man here?" he asked.

  "You da' man, baby! That be you!" she was quick to respond.

  "That's right…and you da' woman! One with one…sweet…sweet black ass—yesindeed!" he finished, stroking over her bottom admiringly. "Definitely gonna kiss this later," he promised huskily, his hand massaging her smooth round cheeks. He took a really deep breath and shook a bit to snap himself out of it.

  Sylvia was turned on as he finally turned her, sitting her on his lap, staring into her eyes. "You are so fuckin' sexy—do you know that? And your ass…is perfect!Emph!" he declared low and huskily, his eyes told her all she needed to know, coupled with the growing activity beneath her bottom. "Shawn…" she whimpered. "I wanna talk about this—building a new house and…this bed and breakfast idea—I hadn't thought of that."

  "Let me get into this lil' pink number with you first." He flexed his brows.

  Sylvia was grinning. "No, Shawn, we need to finish our little discussion first."

  His legs were moving beneath her, opening and closing with slight up-thrusts of his hips, an erection was clearly making him uncomfortable. "Look…we can finish that afterwards—you see how you got me? You knew what you were doing, parading around in front of me with this on." he chastised her while his hand crept underneath the hem of it to slowly snake up her belly to one of her breasts, his fingertips encountered the nipple of, it was instantly sensitive to his touch and hardened up. He began kissing at the column of her neck, warm, soft pecks where he sucked in a bit of skin, letting his tongue touch along the way.

  "Sha-awn! Nooo, I'm a bit sore there," she whispered, growing excited by his attention to her despite it.

  "I'll go slow. I'll be careful…" he promised, still working on her.

  "Nooo, I don't feel like it."

  "Please?"

  "Sha-awn!"

  "Come on, Sylvie…I'll make it quick. Come on, give me a quickie," he pleaded. Sylvia giggled. She really was sore, and although he turned her on, she didn't feel like making love. With him it was never quick; they'd yet to make love—one time—that was less than forty-five minutes. Most of the time, it would be an hour before he finished with her. She regretted putting on the little number now, had only done it to tease him, because the original plan was to ignore him and make him suffer with her silence and seeing her in the sure-fire nightie. Now, here they were talking, laughing and he was turned on to the max.

  "No, Shawn," she said, pushing up from his lap, he was trying to hold onto her. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait—come here. Aaah, come on, now…don't leave me like this," he begged.

  "Shawn, you want sex too much!" she accused.

  "Too much! How do you figure that? I only get it every now and then! It's not like I get it everyday!"

  "And you ain't gone get it everyday, either!"

  That stood him up from the bed. "Bullshit! If I want it everyday…what you put that on for then?"

  "Because! I wasn't speaking to you then! You made me mad, so I put this on!"

  "Yeah! That makes perfect sense!" he grumbled and pointed at her. "You look here, right now, woman! I'm a man with needs! And you…you turn me on! Look at that…" He pointed down at himself. "How am I suppose to sleep with that?"

  Sylvia looked from his eyes down to his bulging briefs, the sight made her laugh.

  "Oh, you think it's funny."

  "I'm sorry, Shawn, but…it looks so…so funny—stickin' out like that. Put it away!"

  "I want to—but you're not cooperating—now are you? And I'm telling you right now, I'm not going to be rationed! Holding out on the chocolates—"

  Sylvia lost it, cracking up at the look on his face. "Chocolates?" She was shaking her head.

  "Laugh all you want to! I need my chocolates! I will not be deprived! This is your fault! Putting that thing on!" he accused.

  "Shawn…as if it would have mattered! Don't matter what I have on—you get—a hard on."

  "Oh, so it's my fault you turn me on? My fault because I keep imagining you in all these…positions that we haven't tried yet."

  "See! See—that's what I mean! You too old to still be after some nookie like that!"

  "It's only your nookie that has me this way! Too old hell! A man is only as old as he feels; I'm good for at least fifteen more years. Now…come on, now…let me touch you up a little bit, I promise I'll be quick."

  "You ain't touchin' nothin' tonight! We're talking!"

  "That's not right! You suppose to take care of this!"

  Sylvia couldn't help herself, she started laughing at him again because he was serious, begging for a piece. "Well let's finish our talk first, and maybe afterwards I'll feel like it."

  Shawn whimpered, tromped to the bed, and threw himself back against the headboard. "Okay, come on, hurry up—let's talk about it!"

  "Don't rush me!"

  "Well, come on," he pleaded.

  She was climbing onto the bed, and stopped to put her hand on her hip. "Do you want some or not?"

  "That mean you gonna give up the chocolates if I do?"

  "It depends! If you talking and rushing through our discussion just to get some—you ain't gettin' none! But if you take your time, show that you're really interested, and participate in the discussion as vigorously as you show such vigor and vim—for other things—then, I may give you some. A quickie."

  "If I have to talk, I don't want no quickie!" He crossed his arms over his chest and sat back, sulking.

  "Shawn! It's just a piece of nookie! Same thing gonna happen with it this time, as what happened the last time you had it. Think about that."

  "I do…that's why I'm sitting here like this now!"

  "Shawn, don't you ever get tired of it?"

  "Not when it comes to you. With you…hell, I'm thinking about the next time the minute we're done with the present time!"

  Sylvia sat in the middle of the bed and sighed, shaking her head at him, thinking,Big-ass, grown-ass man sitting here sulking and begging for some tail!

  "Well?" he asked.

  "My goodness, Shawn, okay—but not until after we've talked!"

  His bright white grin was back in place.

  "So tell me, first…what about this new house?"

  "I'll build you one. Simple as that. You get to design it—of course, I get some say in it, too—but, ummm, it's your home, you'll be running it. All I as
k for, is three rooms that are mine out of it. My room for working out. My studio for work—I'd like a dark room for developing my own photos, and of course, where I paint. And then a man's room! I want my games—"

  "What games?" she asked, curious; she didn't remember him playing any games.

  "I got games. I have a PlayStation with loads of games. I haven't had time to unpack it, yet, but I have it."

  "Where? I unpacked all of your stuff."

  "It's in the basement. So…I want a man's playroom—pool table, bar, huge-ass TV for sports when I have my friends and brothers up. That's what I want."

  "Baby, I have most of that now in the other house," she pointed out.

  "I want it in our home—not that home! We should keep everything that's there for our guests. We'll modernize your three bathrooms up to four-star-hotel standard. We'll modernize the kitchen and close it up a bit, so you have it to prepare, at the very least, breakfast for your guests. You have the master bedroom on the main floor, with the two other smaller ones. Then the one in the basement. That's a good deal to work with. Your big living room and dining room is perfect, but you're going to want to decorate it more impressively."

  He went on, and Sylvia was in imagination heaven. She was in complete agreement with everything he'd said so far. She loved nothing more than decorating and renovating, her mind was ticking over like crazy with all that she could do to really lay that house out to make it so there was a waiting list to stay there.

  "You with me so far?" he asked.

  "Definitely! I have to give it to you, babe…I love the idea!"

  "Good…because you know all the wasted space behind the garage off your kitchen?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Well…I'm gonna build all of that in; that will be your office. And that's a really big garage! Right above that, we'll add another living area for a single couple. Make it really nice, so then you can book a family and a half, and a single couple. They'll have the living room and the dining room, because I'm going to shift that kitchen just enough for you to cook and set up a breakfast bar. Then we'll set up four nice-size tables for them to sit and have their breakfast. In the basement, they'll have the big screen TV. I'll run the bar down there for them; it already has a pool table, and we'll put in a card table, and a PlayStation set-up for the kids. This way, they can bring their favorite game and play."