“I didn’t want to say anything in front of Zora because I didn’t want her to tell Winta. You know how women are.” Art winked. “But what I’m asking is for you to watch out for Winta. I’m sure she’ll be fine by herself but she might need something. I told her to come see you.”
“Okay. Not a problem.”
“And Grant?”
Grant looked at Art with his full attention. He felt the next words out of the man’s mouth would be crucial.
“Don’t fuck my wife.”
And they were.
“What?” Grant blinked at the request.
“Remember when you and Zora first moved here and I explained that there would be occasions where sex with another person’s partner would be prohibited at times? This is one of those times. I don’t want Winta having sex with anyone while I’m gone because I want her primed and ready for me when I get back. I want our anniversary to be special. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Grant nodded. He had his own hot woman waiting for him inside. And since Art just reminded Grant of that clause in the Fascination Street agreement, Grant decided he needed to take advantage of that request for himself and Zora.
“No sex with your wife. Got it.”
“Just for a couple of days. The other neighbors know too. I’m sure when I give her the presents she’ll be more than amorous and will want to fuck the whole neighborhood twice. But I want to see her that way.”
“I won’t touch her.”
Art put his hand on Grant’s shoulder. “Can I trust you?”
The intensity of Art’s stare questioned more than Grant’s integrity.
“Of course you can.”
“Good. I wondered after the other day when you wouldn’t allow the women to watch you make love to Zora whether you were Fascination Street material. Maybe you were just having a bad day.”
Grant wanted so much to refute his assumptions but now was not the time and this was definitely not the place.
Art left after giving some other basic instructions like where to find the keys to his cars in case Winta wasn’t home and something happened to the house. He even gave Grant his real cell phone number.
Grant glanced at Art’s house. He shook his head. What the hell could happen in two days? Not that he actually gave a shit whether the neighbors liked him or not. Grant did consider the fact that if nothing went wrong with the house and if Winta was happy when Art returned then he would get into their good graces again, something he was sure would make Zora happy.
Lately, though, he felt a division between them. He felt Zora pulling away from him and he didn’t like it.
***
Grant stared at Zora like she was a stranger who had taken up residence in his bed. What a difference a day made.
“You quit your job?” he asked for the third time.
“You know the answer. Why do you keep asking me the same question?” Zora sat against the headboard as she stared at him.
Gone was his sweet Zora, the one with the curly, soft hair and trusting eyes. Replacing her was this straight-haired woman without depth in her gaze.
“I keep asking the question because I’m wondering when you’re going to tell me why it is that you kept this a secret from me.” Grant flipped the sheets from his body, feeling hot all of the sudden.
“I was going to tell you last Friday but then everything happened with your supervisor and all.”
“Fuck! Nothing happened with her. I told you that she jumped on me. I didn’t return the affection.” He shook his head. “Am I in the ‘Twilight Zone’ here? You’re okay with me fucking three other women here but when you suspect I’m doing my boss you get upset.”
“I don’t know her.”
He huffed. “And you know Winta, Lynia and Garland?”
“Why can’t you believe that they want to be your friend? They want us to be a big, happy family.”
“Honey, ever heard of the saying that if it’s too good to be true it probably is?”
As though he cued it, the front door slammed.
“Great. Another round of fucking.” Grant jumped out of bed when he heard hurried footfalls coming down the hallway.
Before he could get his bearings, Winta darted into the bedroom. Dressed in a sheer babydoll with matching pink thong underwear, she waited for no invitation before hopping into their bed and scurrying under the covers.
When Grant saw her trembling, he sat down on the bed next to the two women. “What’s wrong?”
Winta swallowed. Her eyes were wide and dark. Not even Zora putting her arm around Winta’s shoulders to comfort her calmed Winta down.
“Is there an intruder or something over there?” Grant went to his dresser to get out his gun.
“M-m-m-mouse,” Winta finally stammered.
Grant slid the drawer closed. “Did you just say mouse?”
Winta nodded. “Big one. In the kitchen. Big teeth. Long tail. Can’t go back.”
Grant slipped on a pair of flipflops. “I’ll check it out. You just stay here. Zora, you want to---”
“I’ll take care of her,” Zora said, cutting him off. “You just check out her place and be careful. Those things carry diseases.”
Zora’s statement caused another violent wave of tremors in Winta. She covered her head under the covers.
Grant strolled across the court to Art and Winta’s. Glancing over at Brax’s porch, in the dark night he caught the image of Lynia’s pale skin. From the position, it looked like she was on all fours but without the porch light and only the one streetlight to give him illumination, it was hard to tell.
With the door still unlocked, Grant opened it and looked around the posh digs. He imagined that a mouse in this place was probably decked out in a little tuxedo or some designer duds. Hell, for all he knew it was Mickey Mouse himself raiding the place.
Since Winta specifically mentioned the kitchen, Grant started his search there. Maybe if he found the rodent and got rid of it quick, he could get Winta out of his house so that he and Zora could finish their discussion.
No, it wasn’t a discussion. It was an argument. How the hell could she keep the fact that she’d quit her job from him? Why wouldn’t she have told him sooner?
As he walked into the kitchen, he caught something out of the corner of his eye on the countertop. Sure enough a mouse sat on the marble top. On its haunches, it had its front paws at its mouth. It licked them, making itself ready for the next meal.
Far from the huge rat Grant was expecting, the mouse remained still and acted more like a pet than an intruder.
“So you’re the monster that ran a grown woman from her house,” he said. “I’ll take you back outside so you won’t cause any more problems.”
Pulling a dishtowel from the refrigerator handle, he crept to the mouse, keeping his movements as still as possible. Once he got close, he threw the towel over it and scooped it up in the makeshift pouch.
The towel jerked when the mouse struggled inside. Determined not to keep it confined for too long, Grant hurried to the backyard. Going as far back as possible, he set the rodent free.
“Hopefully your wife or girlfriend won’t think you were out cheating on her,” he said to the mouse like it could answer him back.
After tossing the towel in the trashcan outside and cleaning himself up, Grant went back to his house. On the way, he heard the sound of something like meat slapping against one another. Turning back to Lynia and Brax’s house, he caught the shadowy images of Lynia still on all fours on the porch with a man behind her, sliding himself in and out of her. Grant had assumed the man was Brax until he saw another man standing in front of her face. He thought the guy behind Lynia looked darker than normal. If Evan was over there that meant Garland couldn’t be too far behind.
Not wanting to argue with her as well tonight, Grant ducked into his house.
“Mouse problem taken care of,” he announced as he walked down the hall.
When he got to the bedroom he
found Winta under the covers but with her back to the headboard like Zora, who sat in the middle of the bed. Both women smiling, they looked so peaceful. Zora held Winta’s hands. They whispered to each other like intimate confidantes. Staring at the duo, Grant’s body temperature rose. How beautiful they both
were.
As though they picked up his thoughts, Zora and Winta turned to Grant.
“You caught that disgusting thing?” Winta asked.
Grant nodded. “He went really peacefully.”
“You killed it?” Zora flashed a horrifed expression.
“No. Of course not. I took it outside and set him free.” He took a few steps into the bedroom. His hands covered himself because the more he stared at the women the more his cock engorged. “Your house is safe now, Winta. You can go back home.”
Winta made the same horrified expression. “What if there was more than one? I don’t want to go back tonight. Please don’t make me go back. I hate it when Art is gone. He keeps me safe.” She flashed a smile to Grant. “But you took his place today. Thank you.”
Grant swallowed. “Fine. I’ll make up the guest bedroom for you.”
Winta screwed up her face. “Why can’t I just stay here with you two? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.”
“Yeah, Grant,” Zora began. “What’s the problem?”
He split his attention between the two women. He didn’t want to blurt out that Art didn’t want his wife to have sex while he was gone because that could lead to more questions. So instead he smiled.
“I just thought you might be more comfortable in the other bedroom.” His explanation sounded plausible.
“Why? So you and Zora can finish arguing?” Winta snuggled down into the bed and wrapped her arm around Zora’s waist.
Grant looked at Zora. She told Winta they argued?
“Come on over here and tell me what this is all about.” Winta patted the empty space next to Zora.
“I don’t think this is something we need to discuss with you. No offense.”
“Offense taken.” Winta sat up and rested her head on Zora’s shoulder. “I’m more than just a neighbor or a woman you have sex with on occasion. I’d like to think I’m your friend. Besides, you two are about the sweetest people in the world. I hate knowing that you’re having problems. So come back to bed and tell me about it. Let’s get it resolved tonight.”
Grant took in the whole scene. He would be in bed with his girlfriend and his neighbor’s wife. They both looked sexy. He had to be strong. And he had to not rouse suspicions.
With a grin, Grant slid into bed next to Zora. He stayed outside of the covers, crossing his legs at the ankles and clasping his hands together over his genitals. Damn, this wouldn’t be easy.
“In the covers, Grant,” Winta said and tugged on the comforter.
He waited a beat before sliding under the comforter. The only barrier he had between himself and the woman who could destroy any potential friendship he could have with Art was Zora. All he would need to do is concentrate on Zora.
“So why are you two fighting?” Winta asked pointedly.
“It was a misunderstanding,” Grant offered.
“I just told Grant about my job and he got upset,” Zora said after turning to Winta.
Expecting to have the two women gang up on him, Grant ground his teeth preparing for a verbal tongue-lashing.
Instead he heard Winta say, “He’s right. You should have told him the day it happened. Grant had a right to know.”
Grant leaned forward to look at his new ally. “Thanks, Winta.”
“On the other hand,” Winta began, “Grant, she may have been saving the news as a surprise. You know Zora loves you and wouldn’t hurt you for anything. If she withheld the information, I’m sure it was for a good reason.”
“It bothers me to know that Zora didn’t think to tell me first. I feel pushed out of her life.” Grant didn’t mean for the confession to manifest itself verbally but the words and emotions forced their way from him until he was powerless to stop them.
Zora smoothed her hand down Grant’s face and cupped his chin. “Honey, you’re always important to me. I’m sorry you feel that way.”
“Good! Now we’re getting somewhere.” Winta clapped her hands. “Now you two kiss and make up.”
Without hesitation, Zora leaned forward and kissed Grant softly on his lips.
“I’m not your grandmother,” Winta said. “Kiss like you mean it.”
The second kiss held more passion than the first sweet kiss. Zora slid her tongue into his mouth. Peeking one eye open, Grant caught Winta staring at him and Zora.
“If you’re looking at me, Grant, you’re not really into Zora,” Winta said.
Before he closed his eyes, he caught his neighbor brushing her fingers over her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the flimsy material of her top. The sight made him close his eyes, ease Zora back against the bed and cover her body with his.
Zora was all soft and gentle. Why was he getting so upset about her job? She’d told him that she hated it. If anything, he should have been happy for her, proud that she gave up a job that was making her miserable. Now if he could do the same thing maybe they could both be happy.
“Zora, do you love Grant?” Winta asked.
Grant broke from the kiss and turned his head to Winta, who now had her top off and was only in her thong panties.
“Yes,” Zora answered.
Grant brought his attention down to her. Instead of verbally responding, he took off her nightshirt. Now both women were clothed in only panties.
Zora noticed right away how much sweat rolled down Grant’s face. Good. Finally he wanted them both and dropped his hang-ups.
He moved her underneath his taut body. When he kissed her, Zora’s body lit up like a firecracker. The taste of his lips sent her soaring and aching for more. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, conscious of the fact that Winta sat next to them watching their display. More than likely the woman was masturbating to all of this.
When Grant slipped off Zora’s panties, cool air met her hairless pussy. Grant stared at her vagina for a second as though it was the first time he’d seen it. Had it looked that much different without hair? Winta convinced her that having all of the hair taken off would drive Grant wild. But had she meant wild with desire or wild from anger?
As soon as he lurched inside of her, all thoughts of what he must think of her went out the window. Zora wrapped her legs around him. Her fingernails sank into his shoulders.
As odd as it was, Zora found comfort in the fact that Winta sat there watching them, getting turned on by them, desiring them both. Zora kissed Grant fully on his luscious mouth. Then Winta lowered her head down and kissed Zora as soon as she broke from Grant. But when Winta turned her head up to kiss Grant, he buried his face next to Zora’s.
His thrusting accelerated along with his intensity. Grant acted as though he was making love to her for the first time. He growled in her ear. Nipped her fleshy earlobe. His hands explored her body like a new lover. He cupped her breast, pinched her nipple, squeezed her ass and dove deep and hard into her.
Feeling him tremble, she knew it wouldn’t take him long to climax.
“Shit, baby,” he growled.
Zora smoothed her fingertips down his bare chest and squeezed his nipples. The effect was enough for him to hook her leg around his arm and pound her faster. Her clit throbbed until, at the exact moment he came, her pussy clamped down around him, pulling him in deeper and not wanting to let him go.
Grant shook as he stared at her intensely. “I love you.”
Zora smiled. But as she felt his hot come bathe her insides, her smile drifted away until her mouth dropped open and she tried pushing Grant away from her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Shit! Shit!” Zora screamed as she wiggled from under him.
“What’s up, Zo?” Winta asked.
Winta was now wi
thout her panties too, so she really must have gotten into the whole scene.
“No condom,” Zora said.
Grant’s eyes widened as he volleyed his attention from Zora to Winta.
“Fuck!” he screamed once the realization hit him.
He quickly pulled out of Zora, hopped to his feet and paced.
“How could you?” Zora asked.
“I just got caught up in the moment.” He kept his head down. “Me, you and Winta. Shit!” He stopped marching long enough to gaze at Zora. “You’re still on the pill, right?”
She chewed her bottom lip before she answered.
“Christ! Fuck!” He covered his eyes with his hands. “I need to cool off. Water. I need some water. You two want anything?”
In unison, the women shook their heads.
Grant rushed to the kitchen, padding his bare feet on the hardwood floor and his dick now limp and swaying back and forth.
How could he have forgotten that dumb-ass rule? Condoms always. Usually Zora was good about reminding him. Maybe having Winta next to them threw her off. Or maybe the fact that Grant was trying so hard not to give Winta the slightest bit of affection, shook him so much that he forgot the basic rule.
He pulled out a bottled water and gulped down the entire contents in about four swallows. Thirsty? He was damn near parched.
After tossing the empty container into the recycle bin, Grant stood up straighter when a thought hit him. What the hell was he so worried about? He was in his own home, making love to his girlfriend when it happened. He would just ask Winta not to say anything to Art.
Even if Winta said anything, what did it matter? He shouldn’t have to change how he felt to accommodate some freaky neighbors. As far as Grant was concerned, Art could still trust him since he never touched Winta. And if Winta spilled the beans about him and Zora, Grant would have to tell Art the truth. The truth of the matter was that Grant didn’t owe anyone in that neighborhood an explanation for how he lived his life. Unlike Zora, he didn’t trust these people.
And tonight he would have to school Winta on the rule of being around Grant Valente. Rule number one: no one told him what to do in his own house, especially regarding the woman he loved. Rule number two: he feared no man or woman, so being threatened for breaking any of the Fascination Street rules no longer bothered him.
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