by Posey Parks
“Take every inch of this dick, baby. I want you to remember something.”
“Jacob, Jacob,” she mumbled against my hand.
“Samantha, you don’t hang up on your husband in the middle of a hand job.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
I removed my hand from her soft lips. “What?”
“I...was...angry.” Samantha turned her head and our eyes met. “Jacob,” she cried. Her lips grazed mine as I caressed her breast.
“Rub my clit.”
I slid my hand over her soft skin and my fingers circled her knob.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she breathed against my lips and I pounded her comatose pussy like she wasn’t continuing her girls’ trip tomorrow.
I bared my teeth. Shit, I didn’t want to come yet. Her wet hair rolled along the pillow. She was literally like putty in my hands.
Samantha stroked my arm. “Jacob, I’m coming.” Her body shook as I exploded inside her.
Limp as a noodle in my arms, I nudged her cheek with my nose.
“I love you so much, Jacob.”
“You love me in this moment because I made you come.”
Her eyebrows scrounged together. Samantha placed distance between us and climbed under the comforter. I stared at her back for a second. The fight would have to continue tomorrow. I sank under the blanket behind Samantha, pulling her against my chest. She turned in my arms, her fingers swayed my face.
My wife’s beauty often held me captive. “I love you, baby.”
Her lips brushed mine. “You better.”
I smiled. “You’re still making threats.”
“Jacob, you love my threats. I get the rise...” Her eyes darted between my legs, then back to my face.
“...out of my husband I need,” she smirked.
“We’re also dysfunctional or did you forget?”
“No, I didn’t.” My lips pressed against her damp hair. Hints of coconut wafted up my nose.
I caressed her back. “How could I ever forget something so perfect?”
She flashed the biggest grin. Samantha found comfort in our dysfunction. Truthfully, I did too. My wife was my everything. No way would I allow another woman to come between us.
“Hey Jacob, what kind of cigars you searching for?”
Tony’s voice pulled me from my memory.
“Ones made of gold,” he joked from the other room.
The guys snickered.
“Hey, keep your shirt on. I’m coming.” I gathered three boxes of cigars in my arms and sat amongst the guys.
“Anyone ever feel like they could lock themselves away with their wife? Has nothing to do with sex. It’s purely staring into those beautiful eyes and hearing her laughter that makes your knees weak.” I rolled the cigar under my nostrils, inhaling the sweet tobacco.
“Shit, Jacob, I locked my wife and I in the house. It was after the shit that happened at my reception.” His eyes could have burned a hole into the wooden table.
“Carmen is the center of my universe. If it were up to me, she’d operate her business out of our home full time.”
“I held Emoni so tight last night. I awoke several times scared I’d hurt her. She slept with a smile.” Marco threaded his fingers through his hair.
“I almost lost her once. Keeping her close is all I can do to maintain my sanity.” His eyes filled with worry and sadness.
We put on the tough guy exterior, but on the inside, we were battling a war with our hearts. I’d kill a man in cold blood for trying to take what was mine. Samantha belonged to me.
“I think I have a problem with someone. But I’m not positive. We’re investigating the situation. Once I learn more, I’ll bring you guys up to speed.”
“Dillon, we’ll help in any way we can.” I pointed my cigar toward him.
He nodded.
We chose our words carefully. Didn’t matter if the building was swept for bugs. Employees could over hear our conversations. If this country learned, I knew the nuke codes they’d hold my family hostage. Luckily, no one knew I worked for the President of the United States. Robert trusted me. I mean, who would believe the actor Jacob Latters was a spy? Other than the one I sometimes played in movies. No one in their right mind.
“I can’t afford another woman to emerge blabbing her lips telling my wife she’s in love with me.” Sebastian raised his hands. “I think I can finally sit out of this conversation.” He glanced at his watch. “Soon I’ll need to have a stress-free conversation with a guy about an important possession of mine.”
Tony sighed. “A woman from my past is begging to be my gumar. I’m not interested. What is it? Does every woman think their pussy is made of gold? I only want to fuck my wife. Why can’t women accept the answer given? They think if they continue to push you in a corner, you’ll say ok, ok, I’ll fuck you.” He widened his hands.
We laughed hysterically.
“If I wasn’t a celebrity, I wouldn’t have to reject women. Marriage only makes me more desired to the average woman. I’ll never forget my agent thought it would ruin my value as an actor. Shit, the fans didn’t give a shit, just made them more ballzy.” I lit the cigar, then placed it between my lips and puffed.
I peeked at my cousin. “What about you, Brandon? Everything all good?”
Sitting low in the chair, he sipped a glass of scotch.
“Couldn’t be better. Push the middle box this way.”
I squinted, glaring at Brandon. My cousin fucking lied to my face. He’d helped just about everyone in this room. Now he held on to a secret.
“No. Tell me what’s going on. You’ve been acting weird for weeks.”
“Oh, you can tell just by the tone of my voice during a simple phone conversation?” He threw his hand in the air.
I sat on the edge of my chair. “Yeah, I can because you’re my fucking blood.”
“Fine don’t give me a cigar. I’ll get my own box. You’re not the only rich guy in this room.”
My forehead creased. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t always need your help, Jacob.”
Whatever trouble he was in was deep. Guess my team and I would have to fly to Boston and do our own research.
I shoved the box in his direction. “Fine.”
“Anyone want to get their ass handed to them in poker?” Marco stood.
“Come on, dude. In your dreams.” Tony shook his head, following him toward the poker table.
Brandon, Dillon, and Dominic followed.
I placed my hand in front of Sebastian before he could rise. “Hey, after our trip we need to help Brandon. Tell Sydney.”
“You know I’m down. I’ll shoot her a text. She’ll talk to Samantha.”
My heavy hand landed on his shoulder. “Thanks man.”
“That’s what we do. Look out for one another. Even if the person doesn’t want our help.”
“Are you playing a hand before you leave?” I raised my voice so Brandon wouldn’t think we were talking about him.
Sebastian glanced at his watch again. “I’ll play a hand once I return.” He stood. “Guys I’ll be back soon.”
Dillon glanced over his shoulder. “Hurry back. Don’t make me come find you.”
He chuckled. “I’ll call you if I need you.” Sebastian hurried out the door.
I strolled over to the table and sat a box of cigars to the side. “Marco, what are the stakes?”
“How about a grand a hand?”
“Sounds good,” Tony dug into his pocket, retrieving a knot of one hundred-dollar bills.
“Brandon, do you remember how to play poker? I heard you work more hours than me lately.”
He cracked a smile. “Come on, Jacob, it’s like riding a bike.”
I’d keep the conversations with my cousin light for the remainder of the trip. My gut told me we’d uncover some heavy shit after our vacation.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ZOEY
ASSASSIN WIFE
PAJAMA PARTY
OUR HUSBANDS DIDN’T take any chances tonight. Cruise drove the motor coach and Jasper followed. We could continue to drink as much as we wanted. No stress about being robbed or assaulted. It was turn up time with the girls.
I shuffled the playing cards as I stared out the window.
“Cruise, why are we at Walmart?”
“Jasper and I needed to think outside the box. The RV park wasn’t conducive. They’ll be light traffic in and out of the store. We believe the visibility will keep you guys out of trouble.”
He parked the motor coach vertically toward the back of the lot on the pharmacy side facing Walmart.
Sam’s arms crossed her chest. “Are you insinuating we seek trouble?”
He threw the bus in park and turned to her. “No. However, it feels like trouble follows you ladies wherever you go.”
“That’s not our fault, Cruise,” Nadine spoke out.
“Did you sweep the bus?”
His face twisted. “Of course. Talk freely.” He gestured.
“Do you think we wanted to handle those guys the way we did last night?”
He rubbed his brow. “Again, no, I don’t.” Cruise pointed at Sam.
“What about the group of ladies who recognized you tonight?”
Her face landed in her palm. “Cruise, it was bound to happen.”
She peeked between her fingers. “I refuse to wear prosthetics on this trip. Don’t get me wrong, I brought them for emergency purposes.” Samantha cleared her throat, sitting back in the captain’s chair.
“Well we have to keep them away from the bus tonight. Samantha, you knew you needed around the clock security.”
She sighed. “I wanted to be normal for two weeks.”
He shook his head as he stood to his full height. His huge frame strolled toward us.
“With all due respect, that’s impossible.” His eyes fell across our faces. “Those pics will hit the internet and the rest of the trip will be ruined.”
Samantha waved her hands. “Oh no.” She grabbed her phone, then pecked away at the keys. “I’ll have Jacob fix it.”
“Sam, I’ll ask Sebastian to comb the web for our pics from tonight.”
“Thanks, Syd. Sorry guys.”
“Don’t be.” We shook our heads. Nadine and Emoni rushed to her side.
“We can be polite when need be.” Nadine peeked up at Cruise. “Tomorrow we’re on our own.” She stood before him. “Tell my husband and the rest of the guys we don’t want bodyguards trailing us to our next destination.”
Cruise gripped his thick neck, and a chuckle rolled from his throat.
“Goodnight ladies.” He stormed off the bus.
Arms crossed, I stepped into the circle. “Do you think our husbands will listen?”
“Maybe everyone else’s husband, but Dominic won’t let me out of his sight again.”
“Wait!” Nadine’s finger shot in the air. “I think I may have a plan that will work this time. Sorry I couldn’t shake Tony yesterday.”
Sierra gripped her shoulder. “It’s ok. What are you thinking?”
We huddled together and listened to Nadine’s plan.
“It’s time to get lit.” I glanced at my Rolex. “For an hour and a half.”
“Let’s change into our PJ’s.” Sydney swirled her hand in the air.
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, ‘Bodak Yellow’ by Cardi B blared through the custom speakers.
“Ah,” we screamed.
Sierra, Carmen, Nadine, and Emoni formed a soul train line. They swayed their hips in their exclusive peach PJs. MW in cursive letters were stamped above their breasts.
“Zoey, show us what you got.” Sierra shouted.
swinging their hands in the air.
I grabbed a shot off the counter and tossed the harsh liquid to the back of my throat. Shaking off the burn, I slipped on my sunglasses and held a cigar between my fingers. “I make money moves.” Hand in the air, I dropped to the floor in my red bottoms and shook my ass in the booty shorts.
“Yes! Do it, Zoey,” the girls shrilled behind me.
Sydney followed, drink in hand, twirling down the line.
“Samantha, let’s go.”
Hand on one hip, she shook her hand in the air as she peeked at us from behind her dark sunglasses. “I’m a boss, you a worker bitch. I make bloody moves.”
We jumped up and down. “Yeah. We make bloody moves,” we sang in unison.
The music pulsated my body as I swayed my hips to the beat. That shot hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was feeling good.
Carmen stepped to the end of the line. She brushed her hair over one shoulder and crouched. Finger extended, she mean mugged us. “Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to.” She pointed two fingers at her shoes. “These expensive, these is red bottoms.”
“Hey, hey!” we yelled.
Carmen stood at the beginning of the line, peeking at each of us. Shoving her hands in the air, she circled her hips. She paused, then strutted toward the end.
Sierra and Nadine stood at the beginning of the line, leaning against each other’s back.
We inched backward, widening the line.
“Now she says she gon’ do what to who?”
They faced each other. “Let’s find out and see. You know where I’m at.” They pointed their cigars at each of us as they sashayed on.
“Ah,” we screamed at the top of our lungs.
“Emoni, let’s go,” Sydney clapped.
She ran over to the booth. She slipped into a long length black mink and slid gold aviators over her eyes.
We went absolutely bananas.
“Oh, my fucking goodness,” I yelled, clutching Carmen’s arm.
Fists on her hips, Emoni stood tall in her red bottoms. “My anaconda don’t, my anaconda, my anaconda don’t won’t none unless you got buns, hun.” We sang along, cheering as she shoved her coat to the side and shook her ass. Emoni slammed her hands on her hips and power walked to the end.
We crowded around her.
“That was badass, Emoni.” I threw my arms around her.
“We need plenty of pictures,” Samantha stated. “The pajama’s look so cute.”
I glanced at the AW on my chest as my fingers swept over the metal buttons on the shirt.
Eyes closed; I turned my head to the ceiling. “Girls, we are total badasses,” I yelled.
“Woo, yes we are,” Sierra chimed.
“The chicken salad, finger foods, and drinks are on the table. Oh, how could I forget.”
Samantha kicked off her red bottoms en route to the fridge. We stepped out of our heels too.
“Girls’, I ordered custom wine bottles from one of my favorite Napa wineries.” She sauntered closer.
I reached into the box and retrieved a purple label bottle. My name glittered in gold.
“Sam, this is beautiful. Thank you.”
The girls oh’d and ah’d as they stared at their personalized bottle filled with pinot grigio. “Thank you, Samantha,” fell from everyone’s lips.
“You’re welcome. Feel free. Drink up. I sent a case to everyone’s house.”
We hugged her tight. Sam added her personal touch to everything she laid a finger on. She knew how to make each of us feel special.
“I have something for everyone too.” Sierra trekked into the master bedroom. She returned carrying an oversized pink plastic bag.
“I hope you guys don’t mind I, no longer have the boxes. Storing them in a big bag was the only way I could store them in my luggage.”
“Peach Ugg furry slippers.” Emoni dropped hers to the floor and slid her feet inside.
“They are so comfy. Thanks, bestie.” Emoni kissed Sierra’s cheek.
“Zoey, did you bring the drinking dice?” Sam’s eyes grew in size.
“Yup.” I grabbed them from my bunk.
“Ladies, gather your food and drinks.
Nadine and Carmen created a nice palate cove
red in pillows. “It’s time for drinks and hot steamy dirty talk.” Sydney bit the air.
I laughed. “You’re a mess. I’ll grab the winesicles too.”
The chicken salad called my name. I scooped a heap on a club cracker before I plucked the popsicles from the freezer.
∞
“Carmen, what happened late last night?”
I placed a winesicle in her hand.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” I plopped beside her. “Remember we were the only women in the penthouse.” I leaned over.
“Bitch, I heard you screaming.”
Their eyes were glued to Carmen. Light laughter filled the air.
“Oh, yeah, that was the second time this morning I had sex with Dom. It was good, but the first time...” She stood on her knees shaking her head and ass. “...it was mind altering.”
Carmen downed the vodka.
“Girl, stop playing. We are waiting.” Emoni smacked her knee.
The biggest grin lit up Carmen’s face under the bright lights.
“I’m a deep sleeper. Like there could be a war happening in the streets and I wouldn’t hear it. It takes a lot to wake me in the middle of the night. Dominic has placed me on my feet and shook me to wake up a couple of times.”
I threw my head back in laughter. “That’s messed up.”
“This morning, I had a dirty dream. It was so raw. You know that kind that feels real?”
We nodded.
“It was so good I moaned Dominic’s name. My fingers dug into the pillow as my chest rose and fell. Next thing I remember was my legs shook like fucking crazy. One eye popped open. I blinked a few times to focus. Thick black hair came into view.
“You like that huh, baby?” he groaned.
“My eyes grew the size of tennis balls. Dominic gripped my hips and sank his tongue deeper inside me.”
“Ah, shit!” Samantha screamed.
“Yes, my husband was eating my pussy like he hadn’t had a meal in a week.” Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.
“It was so fucking good. That has got to be the best way to wake up in the morning.”
We slapped hands. “I can attest to that on numerous occasions. I’ll never forget the first time Brandon and I slept together. If you didn’t know he invited me to a party. At the end of the night, he took me back to his place. I never knew a man could bring that much pleasure with just his tongue. That man should be named the pussy whisperer.”
