by Naomi Chase
And now as she faced Dre, Tamia realized that she hadn’t completely forgiven him for the way he’d treated her. Although he’d claimed that he was only looking out for Brandon, Tamia felt that he’d been judgmental toward her, as if he’d never made any mistakes in his life. She looked forward to the day that he’d do something that would jeopardize his relationship with Leah. After all, he was a man. So it wasn’t a matter of if he’d fuck up, but when.
Following the direction of Tamia’s gaze, Honey murmured, “Oooh, he’s sexy. Do you know him?”
Tamia nodded tightly. “That’s Brandon’s best friend.”
“Oh.” Suddenly remembering what she’d been told about the role Dre had played in Tamia’s downfall, Honey nodded understandingly. “Oh.”
Recovering his composure, Dre glanced away from Tamia and carried the box over to one of the store clerks who was stocking shelves.
“Wait a minute.” Honey eyed Tamia speculatively.“Did you know he’d be working tonight?”
“Nope. I didn’t even think about it.”
Honey snorted. “Yeah, right.”
Tamia ignored her.
As Dre turned and started toward them, Honey announced under her breath, “I’m gonna look for some vitamins. Please try not to make a scene while I’m gone. It might hurt my chances with Beau.”
Tamia chuckled dryly, watching as Honey sashayed away before she turned and began wandering down an aisle filled with various diet and nutritional supplements.
“Wassup, Tamia,” Dre greeted her.
Glancing around, she gave him a cool, narrow smile. “Hello, Deondre.”
His brow lifted at the formal address. “Damn. So it’s like that?”
“Like what?”
“I’m Deondre now?”
Tamia blinked innocently. “Isn’t that your name?”
Dre frowned. “Come on, Tamia. You know damn well that none of my friends call me Deondre.”
“Oh, are we friends?” Tamia countered coolly.“Did you ever visit me while I was in prison? Did you ever send a word of encouragement or a simple hello through Brandon? Did you show up for one single day of my trial? Did you even support Brandon’s decision to represent me?”
Dre was silent, guilt flickering in his eyes.
Tamia smirked at him. “Then we’re not friends.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Dre followed her. “Look, if you expect me to apologize for looking out for my best friend—”
“I don’t expect anything from you, Deondre,” Tamia cut him off. “I know you may find this hard to believe, but I don’t give a damn what you think of me. The only one who has ever mattered to me is Brandon. Despite the terrible mistakes I made, he never stopped loving me and wanting the best for me. Despite the way you and his parents tried to poison his mind, he never gave up on me.” She paused. “We’re going away together, did you know that?”
Dre looked surprised. “Nah, he didn’t tell me that.”
Tamia couldn’t suppress a satisfied smile. “Well, it’s true. Brandon’s taking me on a trip. He already told his parents that he wouldn’t be home for Thanksgiving. I’m sure they didn’t take the news too well. But it doesn’t matter. Because if Brandon and I are meant to be together, there’s nothing his parents—or you—can do about it. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
This time when Tamia walked off, Dre let her go.
As he returned to the back with his tail tucked between his legs, Tamia went in search of Honey. Rounding the corner of the aisle, she caught sight of Beau stepping off the elevator across the lobby, briefcase swinging at his side. As he sauntered toward the glass-fronted entrance to the wellness center, Tamia couldn’t help staring at him. Clad in a pinstriped navy suit with no tie, the brotha looked good enough to lick like a melting chocolate bar.
As he reached the wellness center, his steps slowed and his eyes widened as he stared through the windows.
Following the direction of his riveted gaze, Tamia saw Honey leaning over to retrieve a bottle of vitamins from the bottom shelf of a display case. The sight of her round, thick ass sheathed in black leather had Beau practically drooling all over his expensive Italian threads.
Tamia smiled to herself. Houston, we have take off.
But before Beau could enter the wellness center, he was intercepted by none other than Joseph Yarbrough.
Shit! Tamia thought. She watched as the two men exchanged friendly handshakes before her gaze swung back to Honey. As the girl straightened from the vitamin display case, she glanced out the windows and froze at the sight of Beau talking to Bishop Yarbrough. Seconds later she whipped her head toward Tamia, her eyes wide with panic.
What the hell should I do? she mouthed.
Hide! Tamia mouthed back.
As Beau and the bishop stepped through the entrance, Honey ducked down an aisle.
Hoping to distract the two men long enough for Honey to make her escape, Tamia stepped forward with a bright smile. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise?”
Beau and Bishop Yarbrough glanced around. When Beau saw Tamia standing there, his face broke into a broad smile. Yarbrough, on the other hand, frowned with displeasure.
“Hey, Tamia.” Beau came forward to greet her with a warm bear hug before he drew back and grinned. “Wassup, girl. What brings you here tonight?”
Tamia smiled at him. “Brandon told me that you guys have the best selection of vitamins.”
“He’s right,” Beau confirmed. “Since Dre works as an athletic trainer, he has a lot of contacts in the health and fitness industry. So we get many new products before they even hit the market. Have you had any trouble finding what you need?”
“Oh, I just got here, so I’m still browsing.” Tamia looked at Joseph Yarbrough. “Hello, bishop. Nice to see you again.”
“Miss Luke.” Joseph offered a thin, condescending smile. “We’ve missed you at church. Was it something that I said?”
“Not at all,” Tamia murmured. “I’m just used to a different type of worship experience. No offense.”
“None taken,” Joseph countered smoothly.“Not everyone is spiritually mature enough to receive God’s word the way I’m led to deliver it.”
Here he goes again with this sanctimonious bullshit! Tamia thought darkly.
“When someone is living in sin,” the bishop continued piously, “their heart is hardened to the truth of the Gospel.”
Without missing a beat, Tamia volleyed back, “Well, as the Bible says, ‘Let he who is without scandal—I mean sin—cast the first stone.’”
Joseph’s haughty expression evaporated.
As his face reddened, he shot a nervous glance at Beau. But Beau had missed the entire exchange, too busy looking around the store for Honey.
As the bishop’s eyes narrowed suspiciously on Tamia’s face, she smirked at him.
When Honey emerged from another aisle and began heading for the rear exit that backed to the parking lot, Tamia blurted to Beau, “Your brother tells me that you’re close to signing Damarion Griggs. Congratulations.”
Beau smiled at her. “Thanks, Tamia. Of course it’s not a done deal yet since he hasn’t officially declared for the NFL draft. But everything’s falling nicely into place.”
“That’s wonderful, Beau. I’m so happy for you.” Over his shoulder, she could see Honey darting quickly out the back door. Tamia waited another moment, then glanced down at her watch and sighed. “Well, I’d better get what I came for so I can head home and finish packing.”
“Oh, yeah,” Beau said, his eyes glinting with mischief as he added, “You and Brandon are going on a trip, right?”
“Right,” Tamia confirmed, thoroughly enjoying the look of stunned outrage that swept across Joseph’s face. “We’re leaving tomorrow morning. Brandon won’t tell me where we’re going; he wants to surprise me.”
Beau grinned. “He swore me to secrecy, but I can tell you that you’re going to be very pleased.”
Tamia beamed. “I can’t wait,” she enthused as Bishop Yarbrough’s expression grew darker. She relished the thought of him breaking the news to Cynthia that Brandon was whisking Tamia off on a romantic getaway. Oh, to be a fly on the wall when that conversation went down.
Ten minutes later, after buying a bottle of vitamins that Beau recommended, Tamia left the wellness center and met Honey outside at the car. “Girl, that was a close call.”
“I know,” Honey agreed, climbing into the passenger seat and closing the door. “Bishop Yarbrough doesn’t know that we’re friends. If he’d seen me there with you, he probably would have freaked out. The last thing I need is his crazy, paranoid ass calling me every damn hour to find out if I’ve told you anything.”
Tamia shook her head as she reversed out of the parking space. “I don’t know how in the hell you put up with that self-righteous, hypocritical motherfucker.”
Honey laughed. “Trust and believe, he’s not quoting any scriptures when I’m giving him head and riding his little dick.”
Tamia sucked her teeth in disgust. “Okay, that was just too much information. Damn. Anyway, what the hell was he doing here?”
Honey grinned wryly. “Probably replenishing his supply of male enhancement pills so he’ll be ready for me the next time we—”
Tamia held up a hand. “I get the point.”
Again the girl laughed. Sobering after a few moments, she sighed deeply. “Damn, Beau’s even hotter in person.”
“I told you.” Tamia grinned slyly. “You had that brotha’s tongue hanging out of his mouth when you were bending over.”
“He saw me?”
“Hell, yeah. He was about to approach you when Bishop Yarbrough arrived.”
“Damn,” Honey lamented. “Talk about a cock-blocker.”
“I know.” Tamia gave the girl an encouraging smile. “But don’t worry. If you and Beau are meant to meet, you will when the time’s right.”
Honey brightened. “You really think so?”
Tamia nodded. “I do.”
And she meant it.
Chapter 36
Fiona
Fiona sauntered slowly through the dark foyer of the large, two-story house.
The spiky heels of her six-inch stilettos tapped softly against the polished hardwood floor. It was the only sound that penetrated the silence of the house, and it wasn’t loud enough to alert the home’s occupant to her presence.
But soon enough, he’d know she was there.
Smiling wickedly at the thought, Fiona twirled the belt strap of her short trench coat as she rounded the corner. Wearing no panties, she could feel the plump folds of her pussy lips rubbing together, tingling in anticipation of what was soon to come.
She reached the end of the corridor and stepped through the open doorway of the master bedroom suite. Excitement pulsed through her veins at the sight of Dre sprawled upon the enormous bed, bathed in moonlight that poured through a pair of French doors. His chest was bare, and he had one arm flung over his forehead with the covers resting across his waist.
He was snoring lightly, and didn’t awaken when Fiona entered the room.
She walked to the foot of the bed, untied her trench coat, and slipped it from her bare shoulders. As it landed on the floor with a soft rustle, Dre stirred slightly but remained asleep.
Fiona stepped out of her stilettos, then climbed onto the bed and crawled her way up his body. Straddling his legs, she carefully pulled down the heavy covers. To her everlasting delight, Dre was already naked, his black dick lying against his abdomen like a drowsing snake. Not even erect, and the thing was still huge.
Pussy throbbing, Fiona wrapped her fingers around the thick base and pumped slowly upward.
Dre moaned softly in his sleep.
As his shaft hardened in Fiona’s hand, she lowered her head and eased his twelve inches into her mouth.
“Ohhh, shit,” Dre groaned, nearly choking her as his hips surged off the bed, forcing his dick down the back of her throat.
She swallowed and relaxed her jaw, then began deep-throating him with hungry pulls of her mouth.
He let out another rumbling groan of pleasure. “Damn, baby ... what the hell happened at the hospital tonight?”
Fiona didn’t answer, licking and sucking his cock while massaging his engorged balls with her hand.
Moaning and writhing beneath her, Dre jammed his fingers into her long, silky hair and gripped the back of her bobbing head.
Moments later his hands stilled.
“Wait a min—Oh, fuck!” he screamed as Fiona sucked the swollen head of his dick. As he exploded, she swallowed the hot, creamy jet of cum that filled her mouth.
After she’d milked him dry, Dre quickly reached across the nightstand and switched on the lamp. His eyes bulged with shock when he saw Fiona straddling him.
Yanking himself out of her mouth, he shouted hoarsely, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Fiona smiled slyly, wiping a trickle of cum from the corner of her mouth. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Are you fucking crazy?” Dre demanded, even as his lustful gaze swept over her luscious breasts and the shaved mound of her pussy. “How the hell did you get into my house?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Fiona purred, stroking his muscular chest. “And don’t try to pretend you didn’t know whose mouth was locked around your dick just now. We both know Leah has never given you head the way I just did.”
At the mention of his absent girlfriend, Dre shot a panicked glance at the clock on the nightstand. It was 11:57. “Yo, you gotta get outta here!”
Fiona pouted. “Why?”
He eyed her incredulously. “Why? ’Cause Leah will be home any minute, that’s why!”
“Are you sure about that?” Fiona countered, provocatively rubbing her wet pussy against his shaft, which hardened immediately. “’Cause I’d be awfully disappointed if I had to leave here without riding this black python of yours.”
Dre swallowed visibly, his erection throbbing against her sex as he stared at her chocolate-tipped titties, wrestling with temptation. “Shit,” he whispered under his breath.
Taking advantage of his momentary indecision, Fiona rose to her knees, then slowly lowered herself onto his pipe. It was so thick and long she had to take him inch by swollen inch. By the time he was fully embedded, both of them were groaning with arousal.
Grabbing her buttocks, Dre began ramming into her, his penis stroking her walls like no other man’s had ever done before. Was it any wonder he’d been dominating her thoughts since Saturday night? Could anyone blame her for calling the hospital to confirm that Leah was working late, then breaking into the couple’s crib to have her way with Dre?
“Fuck,” Fiona moaned uncontrollably, her breasts bouncing to the beat of his pummeling thrusts. “Oooh, Daddy ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me!”
“Crazy-ass bitch,” Dre growled, his nails digging into her clapping ass cheeks as he ruthlessly pounded her insides. “Just couldn’t leave shit alone, could you?”
“No.” Fiona flexed her inner walls, making him cry out sharply. “And you didn’t want me to, either.”
The nigga knew better than to deny it.
He cupped and squeezed her titties as she rode his dick, her hips bucking furiously against his. She matched him stroke for stroke until they were both dripping with sweat and the room was filled with their harsh breaths and the slapping sounds of wet skin.
As she felt her nut building in her stomach, Fiona leaned back on Dre’s thighs and drew her knees up, and together they watched his cock drill her pussy like a jackhammer.
Moments later they erupted with loud, guttural screams.
Pulling out of Fiona, Dre painted her breasts and stomach with his hot cream.
With a breathless laugh, she collapsed beside him, only too happy to imprint her scent into Leah’s side of the bed.
Dre closed his eyes, chest heaving rapidly as he fought to catch his breath. “We
can’t keep doing this shit,” he panted.
“Why not?” Fiona purred, leaning close to nibble his earlobe. “No one has to know about us.”
Dre frowned. “That’s not the point, shorty. I’m in a relationship—”
“—with a woman who doesn’t know how to satisfy you.”
He turned his head on the pillow to glare at Fiona. “How the hell do you know that?”
She smiled lazily, caressing his damp pectoral muscle. “I overheard you and Leah talking in your office on Saturday evening. So I know she’s been withholding the pussy for over a month.”
Dre scowled at her. “Crazy and nosy. Ain’t that some shit.”
Her smile widened. “Say what you want about me, Deondre, but one thing you can’t deny is how good we are together. You love this pussy. It’s all you’ve been thinking about since we fucked that night.”
He smirked at her. “Considering that I’ve been deprived for over a month—as you just reminded me—any pussy would have done the trick.”
Fiona sucked her teeth. “Nigga, please. You know that’s a damn lie.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. The point is, little girl, you and I could never work.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust you.”
She frowned. “Brandon does.”
Dre made a face. “Brandon’s always been way more trusting than he should be. It’s one of the few character flaws he possesses.”
“So you still don’t think he should have hired me.”
“Nope.”
Fiona glared accusingly at Dre. “Can I ask you a question? Why the hell do you think you’re better than me? You grew up in the projects and were raised by a single mother just like I was. Shit, we probably have more in common than you and that stuck-up girlfriend of yours.”
Dre snorted. “Not hardly. And speaking of Leah”—he glanced at the alarm clock—“you really need to bounce before she gets home.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than they heard the sound of the garage door opening.
Dre bolted upright. “Shit!”
Fiona smirked. “This ought to be interesting.”
