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by Angie Daniels


  Kayla threw her suitcase in the trunk of her beat-up Cutlass Supreme and made the twenty-minute drive to the hotel on the outskirts of the city. The entire time she cursed Darlene Brown for letting a good man like Leroy slip through her fingers. Nevertheless, Kayla was thankful that she was there to pick up the pieces.

  She parked around back then walked to room 2B and knocked. Leroy peeked through a crack in the door and made sure no one was looking before he let her in. As soon as he closed the door, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight.

  “Thank you for coming. I could use your strength right now.”

  I should be thanking you, she thought as she returned the embrace. His heart was pounding just as hard as hers. Leroy could have chosen any woman to spend his evening with and he had chosen her.

  He pulled back, breathing hard, eyes dark with longing. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Those big juicy lips stole her breath away. His kiss was long and gentle. Without thinking, she gave into the kiss, the sweep of his tongue, the strong arms that held her.

  Breaking the kiss, Leroy stared down into her eyes. “Forgive me, Lord, for what I am feeling for this lady is wrong,” he prayed while waiting for some sign of resistance.

  Kayla swallowed. Seeing the tears falling from his eyes, she ignored the inner voice telling her it was wrong. It was only right that she be there to comfort him.

  “I want to be with you, and as soon as I can, I’m going to do right by you.” His hand then came down to cup her left breast. The contact almost brought her to her knees. He fondled her nipple while his lips nipped at her neck.

  Oh, heaven help me!

  She wasn’t sure when he unbuttoned her blouse or removed her bra. All she knew was that she was laying across the bed watching him slip off his pants, followed by his silk boxers. She stared down at his penis standing proud. Her smile faltered slightly before she reminded herself, it isn’t the size of the ship but the motion of the ocean.

  Lying down beside her, Leroy commenced to licking and sucking her in all the right places until she was begging for more.

  It wasn’t until he entered her that Kayla thought maybe she was making a mistake. But when the words I love you slipped from his tongue, right or wrong no longer mattered. Only how good he made her feel.

  Shifting in the tub, Kayla’s mind returned to the present.

  “Lord, please forgive me. I know what I am doing is wrong but I can’t help myself. I love him so much.” How could something that felt so right be wrong? That was a question she had been asking herself for almost two years.

  Chapter 3

  RENEE

  “Hey, baby.” Vince embraced me and gave me a deep wet kiss that got my juices flowing. “I was hoping you’d come and see Big Daddy before you left.”

  I pulled back to stare up at his sable face. “There was no way I was going to leave without getting me some.”

  “I thought all women went to Jamaica searching for the big bamboo,” he said playfully.

  I hooked my fingers in his belt buckle and pulled him against me. “I got my big bamboo right here.” I reached into his pants and stroked his long, hard dick. The act made my coochie pulsate.

  Going up to his room, we quickly removed our clothes. I lay across the bed, legs spread wide while staring over at him glistening with baby oil. Oh, hell yeah, Vince is hung. When you got dick, you got dicked. He has never asked me to suck his thing, but he sho’ the hell knows how to lick my shit. However, tonight I wasn’t in the mood for foreplay; I wanted to fuck, plain and simple, and Vince was just the man for the job.

  “Roll your ass over.”

  He didn’t need to ask me twice. I rolled on my stomach and got up on all four. He knew how I liked it. Doggy style. Vince slipped on a condom, then positioned himself between my legs and slid all nine inches into my coochie with one push. As he stroked in and out, I held onto the headboard. My coochie was so wet, it was making farting noises.

  “How you like it, baby?”

  “I like it.”

  He slapped me hard across my ass. “I can’t hear you.”

  “I love that shit!” I screamed. I was willing to say whatever the hell he wanted to hear as long as he didn’t stop. The shit was off the chain. Vince continued to pump while I pushed my ass back to meet his strokes. I wanted all of him inside, filling me to capacity. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. That shit felt so damn good I reached down between my legs and stroked them.

  “Damn, you’ve got some good shit!” he moaned. Vince grabbed my hips and pushed all the way in, then slid all the way out and back in again. That shit was driving me crazy and he knew it. I screamed, not caring who heard me.

  A few minutes later he flipped me onto my back and with my legs on his shoulders he drove in again. He pumped fiercely until I came. Once I was satisfied, he came too.

  Breathing hard, I decided I better take a quick nap. With Vince, round one was only the beginning.

  Chapter 4

  NADINE

  Nadine was just walking down the stairs when she heard the horn blow. Opening the front door, she signaled to the airport limo driver that she would be right out, then moved to the kitchen, where her eighteen-year-old son was having breakfast.

  “Jay, I’m leaving.”

  “All right,” he murmured while chewing on a Pop-Tart. “Have a good trip.”

  “Thanks.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss, then reached for her purse. “Carry my bag out.”

  He reached for her large suitcase in the hall and rolled it outside.

  Nadine took one more look around to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything.

  This would be her first trip since her divorce.

  She had been so busy working and going to school that there hadn’t been much time for anything else. She deserved this trip, she told herself, even though she kept thinking that she could have spent the money on new carpeting for her house. But at thirty-nine, she needed this. In the last six months the only excitement she’d had in her life was when she had time to watch television.

  She was short, ten pounds overweight, and disgusted with her life. She vowed that after she had passed the bar, she was going to make a major change in her life. She just wasn’t sure yet what it was going to be.

  What about Jordan?

  Nadine shook her head and reached for her purse. She wasn’t ready to think about that, at least not until she got back from Jamaica. However, despite her intentions, she felt a tightness in her chest just thinking about the two of them lying in each other’s arms. Of all the men she’d encountered in her lifetime, why did she have to fall in love with Jordan?

  It was impossible for the two of them to be together. Her friends and family would never understand. They would judge her and talk about her behind her back. She shook her head. No, Columbia was too small. Rumors could destroy a person. She had seen it happen before. Nope. Their relationship was over. She would have to find a way to move on. She hoped five days of baking in the hot sun would be a good start. With Renee running around bitching and talking shit, she didn’t have to worry about being bored. Nope. The trip was the perfect time for her to move on with her life. She was confident that by the time she left that island, Jordan was going to be the furthest thing from her mind.

  With renewed determination Nadine swung her purse strap over her shoulder and moved toward the door. Yep. If she had to screw every man on the island she was determined to get Jordan out of her system once and for all.

  Chapter 5

  LISA

  Michael Miller hugged his wife a second time before they pulled apart. “You sure you’re up to this?” he asked.

  Lisa looked up at him, touched by his warm heart and genuine concern. He was a wonderful man. She couldn’t have picked a better husband. “I’m fine,” she reassured him. “Really I am. I have my medicines.”

  He didn’t look convinced. “I just wish you could have done this here.”
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  “I know. But you know as well as I do, Renee is going to go off and be ready to kick my ass, so I might as well break the news to her where she has nowhere else to go with our friends around.”

  He nodded, knowingly. They had been going over this same scenario for several months and no matter how or where it was done, he knew no way was going to be easy.

  “I love you,” he told her.

  “I know. I love you too.” Her eyes clouded with tears and if he didn’t leave soon she was going to be a nervous wreck. “Be good.”

  “You know I will.”

  Yes, she had trained him well. He was a good husband and provider. What was he going to do if she didn’t pull through the surgery? She hated the thought of him being alone. Her one disappointment was that she had never given him a child. If there was still a chance that she could conceive, she would. But now it was too late.

  Biting her bottom lip, she gave him one final hug and moved away. She then stood on the steps of the Waffle House as he pulled out of the lot and waved.

  Glancing through the window she found Kayla and Renee already inside. They waved and she waved back. Wiping her eyes, she moved toward the door.

  It had been her idea for the trip to Jamaica. What had started out as just her and Renee later included Kayla and Nadine. They had known one another for years. She loved them all. They were her family. Which was why she thought a trip was the best way to break the news. Her life was about to change.

  Chapter 6

  RENEE

  I looked up the second my sister stepped through the door. “About time. Girl, I thought you were going to miss the plane.”

  Lisa gave Kayla a quick hug, then took a seat on the bench beside her. “Puhleeze. You know Michael had to get him a piece before he would let me out the bed this morning.”

  “I know that right,” I mumbled more to myself than anyone else. Vince’s performance had been outstanding. He rocked my world until the wee hours of the morning, then carried me out onto the balcony, where he fucked me some more. I’m certain I saw that nosy-ass Mrs. Byrd next door peeking out her window. Shit, I didn’t care. If she got her rocks off in the process, I’m glad to have been of service.

  “Where’s Nadine?” Lisa asked as she reached for a menu.

  I rolled my eyes and glanced over at Kayla, who dropped her head with laughter.

  I sucked my teeth. “Girl, I’m not going to even go there. Let’s just say Nadine had better have that birth certificate or she is going to be one sad-ass puppy.”

  My sister’s eyes grew wide. “She better. She’s my roommate and I’ll be damned if I am going to pay for a room by myself.”

  “I hadn’t thought about that,” I mumbled as I studied her face. Before last week, I hadn’t seen Lisa since my kids and I visited her and Michael during spring break. One thing I noticed, she looked more tired than usual. Dark circles shadowed her chestnut eyes. I think she has been working too many hours, but the other day, when I asked her, she said it was nothing to worry about.

  She and I looked like sisters except that Lisa is the color of dark toast and a few pounds heavier than me. She wears her hair cut so low, she almost resembles India.Arie. The first time I saw her new hairstyle, I freaked out. I thought she looked like a bald-headed boy and asked her what the hell she was thinking. Lisa said she was tired of long hair and wanted to try something different. After a while the look grew on me. Not everyone has the right-shaped head to shave their head. My sister, however, does. Unlike this dude I used to date. I don’t know why every brotha wants to look like Michael Jordan. This cat had so many dents in his dome you would have sworn someone had beat him upside his head with a baseball bat.

  Our waitress arrived with my coffee and Lisa also asked for a cup, then glanced down at her watch. “What time is Nadine supposed to be here?”

  Kayla simply shrugged her shoulders. I, on the other hand, always have something to say.

  “Girl, I don’t know why you even invited that crazy-ass girl. She’s gonna miss the plane.”

  Lisa rolled her eyes. “Hooker, that’s your friend, too. Don’t even try and play.”

  Kayla chuckled.

  “Whatever,” I mumbled against the rim of my coffee cup.

  My sister hates for anybody to talk about Nadine. She is always defending her. I don’t know if Lisa has noticed, but Nadine is grown and no longer needs my sister to fight her battles. I remember in high school, whenever someone was ready to beat that midget down for running her damn mouth, Lisa was always there telling them they had to get through her first. They also knew if they messed with my sister then they had to deal with me. Shiit, you better ask somebody. I may be three years younger, but this sistah ain’t no joke.

  “Here she comes now,” Kayla said as the waitress returned to fill Lisa’s mug.

  I turned in the direction of Kayla’s gaze to find Nadine getting out of an airport shuttle. “What the hell she got on?” I asked my sister.

  Lisa shrugged and reached for her coffee. “You know Nadine only has clothes for work and church.”

  “So which is that?” She had on a long winter-white dress that buttoned down the front with long sheer sleeves.

  Lisa gave me a long hard stare. “Promise me you’re going to be nice.”

  My sister knows that once I get started, it is close to impossible to get me to stop. I snorted a response.

  I stared out the window, sipping my coffee and pouting like a little girl. I can see right now, Lisa plans to spend the entire week reprimanding me. I know she’s the big sister, but damn, can a sistah at least have a little fun? I am on vacation, after all.

  “Renee!” I heard someone calling my name, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Damn. What?”

  “What the hell are you thinking about?” Nadine asked as she lowered onto the seat beside me.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “She spent the night with Vince,” Kayla offered.

  Lisa blew the air out of her cheeks. “And you was trying to talk about me getting some.”

  “And?” I challenged. “Shoot, Big Daddy was on point last night. I needed something to tide me over for a few days.”

  “Girl, please, we all know your ass is going on a dick hunt the minute we touch down in Jamaica,” Nadine said.

  I glanced at her out the corners of my eyes. “Bitch, don’t hate ’cause your shit has shriveled up and died.”

  “Nah, I just ain’t ho’ing like you,” she retorted in fun.

  My temper flared. “Fuck you.”

  My sister glanced over at the couple to our right, who were giving us funny looks. “Can we all just get along?” she whispered.

  I rolled my eyes. “That’s your girl talking crazy, looking like Grandma Moses in that dress.”

  Nadine laughed, then reached over and playfully nudged me on the arm.

  See, that’s her problem. Every time I look around she has to put her hands on me. I can’t stand for a woman to touch me. Nadine is either playing too much or getting on my damn nerves. “Lisa, get your friend before I hurt her.”

  “Girl, you know you love me.” She slapped my hand. See, I told you she likes to touch all the time. Damn! She was already getting on my nerves.

  Seeing that goofy smile on her face, I knew she was trying hard to be my friend. I know I can be a bitch at times. But that’s just me. I don’t understand why people take what I say personally. I’m just me. But being that my sister says that her girl is sensitive, then I guess I’ll try to be nice. Remember, I said I would try.

  “Did you get your birth certificate?” I asked.

  “Yes, I did.” Nadine eagerly pulled the document from her purse and handed it to me.

  I unfolded it and stared down at it for several blank seconds before looking up and asking, “What the hell is this?”

  Nadine had the audacity to look at me as if I was crazy. “My hospital birth certificate.”

  “Look at this shit.” I passed the pi
ece of paper around, allowing both Lisa and Kayla a chance to see what I was talking about.

  “What is this, Nadine?” Lisa asked. She appeared to be the only one concerned. I think she’s just afraid that she is going to have to pay for that room by herself; otherwise, she probably wouldn’t care either. Nah, I take that back. She would still have cared because that’s just the way my sister is.

  I snorted rudely. “Girl, do you know what this is? This is the sheet of paper the nurse fills out when you are born that goes in your hospital record. That thing ain’t worth the paper it was printed on.”

  “Yes, it is. I called your Aunt Lori last night and asked.”

  Okay, so now she’s trying to call me crazy. I know my aunt didn’t tell her that paper was any good.

  My aunt is the travel agent who actually booked this crazy-ass trip. It was only after my father called and told my sister that he still had Holiday Inn vouchers to be used before the end of the year. He bought these vouchers five years ago, which enables him to stay at Holiday Inns around the world for half the price. So Lisa jumped at the chance, had my stepmother book us two rooms, and called my aunt to arrange airfare. From day one, my aunt has been hounding us to make sure that we had either a passport or a birth certificate. That sheet of paper in Nadine’s hand is neither.

  I rolled my eyes. “You know what, you would have been better off bringing your expired passport with you.”

  “I did.” She reached into her purse again. “See?”

  “Then do yourself a favor and give them that because they are going to laugh at you when you show them that crusty-ass sheet of paper.”

  I looked up at the waitress standing over our table ready to take our orders. I was suddenly very hungry. “Let’s hurry up and eat so we can get to the airport. Because of Nadine we are going to need a little extra time.”

  I love the Waffle House. There ain’t nothing better than pecan waffles. Well ... maybe some dick, but I’ve already had some of that.

 

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