Between My Thighs: An Urban Erotic Tale (15 page)

“Thanks. I try.”

“You take transit out there?”

“Yeah. I usually leave directly from my office. It doesn’t make sense to go home, get my car, and drive back.”

“That’s true. Just be careful getting out late in the evening. I don’t want anyone chasing you.” He laughed, remembering the night we met.

“I’m always looking out. Plus, you got my back, right?” I said playfully.

“Always, beautiful,” he replied.

Just as we finished our dinner and I entered the cab, Jason, Troy’s friend called. “I’m going to Brooklyn, Park Slope,” I told the driver before taking the call.

“What’s up, Jason?”

“Troy’s playing you,” he said.

“Stop hatin’ on Troy,” I told him.

“Yo, I know you thought my ex-wife jumped on Dallas, but it was Troy’s girl who put her in the hospital after she caught him sneaking out her crib. He’s still fucking his baby mama and Dallas too.”

“Jason, you need to stop this shit. Troy and I are getting married, and we love each other. I can’t allow you to distort his image like that. I’m telling him what you said. Don’t call again.”

When I got home, the music was blaring. Troy was in the shower. I had had a long day, so I undressed and stepped inside with him.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in,” he said.

I kissed him seductively. “Of course you didn’t hear me loud as the stereo is.” I smiled. The things Jason told me still had me bent out of shape. Troy sensed my mood.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, running his fingers through my wet hair.

“Jason called me tonight.”

“What that nigga want?”

“He said Cynthia assaulted Dallas and that you were still fucking both of them.”

“Baby, don’t let that nigga fill your head with bullshit.”

“Is it true?”

“What?”

“Are you fucking Dallas?” I was ready to deal with the possibility that Troy and his baby mama were sleeping together, but I couldn’t imagine him being intimate with Dallas.

“No, it isn’t true. That nigga Jason never got over you. He was acting funny when I told him about our engagement. He’s just angry because his household fucked up. I love you, baby,” Troy said, kissing my breasts and massaging my clit with his middle finger.

Since the miscarriage, Troy and I hadn’t made love. He was being gentle with me. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, pressed me against the tile, and sweetly licked my pussy while warm water flowed over us, hiding my passionate tears.

• • •

I was looking for some pajamas when I noticed an envelope on the dresser addressed to me. I opened it. Inside was a beautiful thank-you card and airline tickets to Jamaica from Troy. I was ecstatic.

“Troy,” I called.

“What’s up?” he said, walking into the bedroom. “Oh, I see you found your present.”

“Yes, I did. I love you, too, baby.”

“I figured we could celebrate our engagement,” he replied. “The card was to thank you for standing by my side after all I’ve put you through.”

Troy fixed me some tea and brought the mini-spa into the bedroom. “What are you doing with that?” I asked.

“Giving you a pedicure,” he said. Troy proceeded to soak my feet in hot paraffin wax. He had read a book on reflexology and decided to test his skill on me. He stimulated all the zones before shaping and polishing my toenails.

Troy’s dick was hard when we climbed into bed. I convinced him that as long as he took it slow, he wouldn’t hurt me, and he did. My pussy was tighter than usual. I felt it expand to accommodate him and relaxed, allowing my fiancé to take what was his.

Chapter 16|

Kevin, my shrink, was in New York on business. It was exceptional timing because I was due for a session. We arranged to meet in my office later in the day.

I was shocked when Janet, Khalil’s girlfriend, called.

“What’s up, Janet?” I inquired, not sure about the purpose of her call.

“Have you seen Khalil?” she asked.

“No.”

“Oh, I was hoping you’d help me figure something out. If you don’t mind my asking, when was the last time you saw him?”

“Well, I haven’t seen him since I moved to New York. I think the real question is why are you calling me?”

“Sorry to be so evasive. I remember meeting you briefly,” she said. “I know you and Khalil are close. I haven’t seen him, and I’m concerned.”

“Haven’t seen him since when?”

“It’s been four months.”

I’d spoken to Khalil since then, but I didn’t share that with Janet. He hadn’t mentioned to me they were having problems and implied they were settling down. “Did something happen?” I asked.

“Sort of,” she said.

“Janet, if you want me to help you, I need to know what’s up. Otherwise, we might as well end this discussion.”

“I don’t know if he told you, but we’re expecting.”

She paused briefly, waiting on a reaction of some sort from me. I didn’t have any.

“I was in the process of cleaning, had been washing clothes. I changed the bedding like I normally do, and found a used condom under the fitted sheet.”

“Umm, what?”

“Yeah, there was a used condom in our bed. It still contained some type of residue. We aren’t using condoms, Raquel.”

Her conversation had completely caught me off guard. Khalil was a nasty nigga when it came to freaky shit in the bedroom. I remember once when I was on my period, he tried fucking me, believing the myth that the flow would slow down during sex. Shit, not mine. It was a bloody mess. Instead, he licked my pussy in the shower, determined to get off that night.

“What are you saying, Janet? Khalil slept with someone in your bed?”

“Yes. I called him when I found it. I haven’t seen or heard from him since. He never came back home.”

“I’m sorry, Janet. Wish I could help, but—”

“That’s not it,” she said. “His cell phone bill came. After we last spoke, he made a call shortly after, and he talked to the person for a lengthy time, so I called the number.”

“And?”

“Well, this guy answered. He said he was Khalil’s lover. He said he planted the rubber when he found out I was pregnant. Khalil was supposed to be breaking things off with me, and when this guy found out he wasn’t…well, he was outraged for lack of a better word.”

I thought I was having another nightmare. This time I couldn’t wake up.

“Janet, I’ve never known Khalil to be bisexual. He’s always been experimental, but not in that fashion. Are you sure you got that shit right?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but I got it correct. I went for HIV testing. You should do the same because my results came back positive. If Khalil calls you, tell him to come home.” She hung up on me.

This shit can’t be happening, I thought. It was a figment of my imagination. Janet hadn’t just called and told me Khalil was fucking some man and that she was HIV positive. I’d drifted into deep thought when my assistant announced that Kevin was waiting for me.

“Hi, Dr. Frazier,” I said, teasing Kevin when he entered.

“Hey, how you feeling?” he asked, reaching for a hug.

“Shit just doesn’t seem to stop,” I replied. “I just got a call from the girlfriend of a guy I used to sex, said she was pregnant and has HIV and the guy went missing after she learned he was gay.”

“HIV positive? You need to get tested,” he said.

“I’ve been tested since I last slept with Khalil. I’m negative. I never had unprotected sex with him.”

“That’s a relief. How are things otherwise?”

“Got engaged,” I said happily. “I haven’t heard the voices.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear that, and your brother?”

“I haven’t seen him lately either or dreamed of him since the last dream when I saw Ronnie, our cousin, pulling the trigger.”

“It looks like you’re in a good place, love.”

“I think so.” I smiled. “How long are you in town for?”

“Just three more days. I have to get back for a conference.”

“Let’s try and hook up before you go. I’ll introduce you to Troy.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Kevin said as he departed.

• • •

The next week, Troy and I were going to Ocho Rios, Jamaica. I made a run to the gym before it closed for a quick workout. The gym wasn’t very crowded when I arrived. My trainer had an opening and invited me to fill the spot. He gave me a rigorous workout. It was overdue. We’d been working on my abs, gluteus, and oblique muscles.

He was the last trainer on the floor. I offered to drop him at home since he didn’t live far from me. I went in the locker room and sat in the sauna for a few minutes before changing. Steam filled the room. I sat there naked, with my eyes closed when I heard someone enter. I hadn’t seen any other women in the gym. I was one of the last stragglers to leave. When I opened my eyes, my trainer was standing over me, dick hung and swinging.

“What are you doing in the ladies’ locker room?” I asked.

“I came to give you a massage,” he said.

“Is that right?” I replied, sitting upright and reaching for my towel.

“Yes. Where would you like me to start?”

“For starters, I’d like you to leave.”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer. He pushed me down, tried rubbing his dick between my breasts. He was stronger than me, so I pretended I was with it, causing him to relax and loosen his grip.

“Let me taste it,” I said.

Turned on, he eagerly brought his dick toward my mouth, and when he did, I bit down on it so hard, leaped up and ran out of the locker room naked and screaming. One of the managers noticed me and attempted to conceal me.

“What happened, miss?” he asked.

“The trainer, he came in the locker room and tried to rape me,” I responded.

“Call the police,” the manager ordered the front desk clerk. The few people who remained in the gym looked traumatized.

The trainer hadn’t scared me, merely pissed me off. I dressed in one of the offices, filed a police report, and watched as he was arrested.

• • •

“We have reached a cruising altitude. You may now unfasten your seatbelts and move around the cabin freely. We ask that while seated you remain with your seatbelt on and securely fastened for safety. It should be a smooth ride from here,” the captain announced on the plane.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Troy said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Okay,” I replied. We were sitting near the back of the airplane. It wasn’t long before I too needed to use the restroom. I got up from my seat, observing the passengers, none of whom were paying me any attention.

“Took you long enough,” Troy replied.

“Shut up,” I said, playfully.

Troy easily lifted my skirt and slid his firm dick into me. The hard part was remaining silent while he sexed me good in that tiny compartment. Yes, we were members of the mile-high club, and Troy had taken me higher and higher.

We arrived at Sunset Jamaica Grande All-Inclusive Resort. Our room had a king-size bed, private patio, and beachfront view. I was proud to be next to my man and to finally have a love of my own.

Troy had organized an array of entertaining excursions. We started with a hike through the Blue Mountain coffee region, then we went horseback riding, exploring historic plantations, sugar cane and liquor factories, and Bob Marley’s Museum. As the day escaped us, we concluded our sports adventures with a safari tour and aboard a bamboo raft in the White River.

I introduced Troy to true pampering inside the Aqua Azul Spa where we received a milk-and-honey body wrap, mango manicures, and sensual body massages. When the evening approached, I changed into my purple sarong that fell just above my knee, tying it in a halter fashion around the neck, then we went for a stroll on the beach. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves entwined, making love on the white sand under the island moon.

When we woke up the next morning, we started our day at the breakfast buffet with an assortment of fruit, meat, pancakes, waffles, eggs, and Caribbean juices.

We’d been out catching the sun when I decided to check out the local stores. Troy wasn’t interested and allowed me to go and spend his money.

“Let’s meet back in the room,” Troy said.

“What time?”

“Around dinner. We can order room service and kick back,” he said.

“Sounds like a plan,” I replied, kissing him.

There were several duty-free shops with a nice selection of jewelry and perfume. Mainly, I was checking out the scenery. I didn’t see anything that caught my attention until I stumbled upon the Taj Mahal Shopping Centre. It was a beautiful emulation of the monument in India.

I’d been purchasing Swarovski crystal for my mother, Tiffany jewelry for myself, and a couple leather pieces from Cartier for Troy before I realized it was almost time for me to head back to the room. Troy wasn’t there when I returned, giving me time to shower and change for dinner. Since we were staying in, I put on a sexy silk nightgown and climbed on the bed.

I was getting horny waiting for Troy. His dick had me tamed—my little toys couldn’t even satisfy me. To occupy my time, I went ahead and ordered our meal from room service.

Troy came in soaked. “What have you been doing?” I asked.

“Swimming down in the pool,” he replied. “You order dinner?”

“I did.”

“Cool. I’m going to shower real quick and we can eat.”

“Okay, baby.”

Our food arrived just as Troy was dressing. He put on his black silk boxers I’d gotten him before the trip. We sat down on the patio and ate our meal, staring out at the beachfront.

That night, we made love abundantly, too many times to recall. I climaxed repeatedly.

“I still want to make babies with you one day,” he told me. Before I could respond, someone knocked on our door.

“You think it’s room service coming back for the trays?” I asked, trying to imagine who else would be knocking.

For a moment, we escaped in each other, forgetting about the sounds that interrupted our flow. Troy pulled his dick out of me and grabbed his robe when the knocks grew louder.

“Yo, I’m coming,” he said with a disturbed, frustrated tone.

“Hurry up, dad,” the young masculine voice yelled from the hallway.