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Authors: Angie Daniels

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“Tomorrow I have my nephew, but I'll give you a call when he settles down for the night.”
I swung around on the seat so I could see his expression as he spoke. “How old's your nephew?”
A grin curled his succulent lips. “Five. I watch him once a week while my sister takes weekend classes.”
“Where's his father?”
His expression hardened. “Bailey messed around on my sister. The woman had the nerve to start calling the house telling my sister they were sharing Bailey. Anyway, she kicked him out and is now trying to make it alone.”
I simply nodded. I knew what that was like.
“I can put up with a lot of things, but sharing my pussy ain't one of them. Feel me?”
I nodded again. I definitely understood. “The last thing I want is to be sharing my dick.” And now that I knew what he was working with, I definitely considered what he had as mine.
His hazel eyes came up to study my face. “I knew from the moment I first saw you, you was going to be mine.”
I sat there grinning like a damn fool.
Sorry, Calvin, but you ain't getting this back. There's a new sheriff in town.
I knew I should wait until we had a chance to really get to know each other before I invited him in, but like I said, I just wasn't ready for our evening together to end. Besides, Chance already made it clear that I was officially his woman. “You want to come in?” I held my breath.
His smile returned. “Most definitely.”
I climbed out and grabbed my keys and we moved inside.
Chance strolled through the living room taking it all in. “Nice crib.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I smiled. “Thanks. Go 'head and make yourself comfortable.” I moved up to my room, hung my purse on the back of the door, and quickly slipped out of my jeans and turtleneck and headed to the drawer for something comfortable. I swung around and screamed when I ran right smack into Chance.
“Sorry, baby girl, didn't mean to scare you,” he said while his eyes ran up and down my half-naked body. He didn't even try to hide his smile. “You said make myself comfortable. What better way than up here wit you?” he whispered, then leaned down and caught my bottom lip between his. Chance Garrett was a man who knew what he wanted and tonight that something was me. Now it was my job to make sure he kept coming back.
“Yeah . . . what better way,” I whispered, trying to sound in control.
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed, then reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. LL Cool J had nothing on him. He was ripped! Large biceps. Flat stomach. Chance knew I was checking him out because he gave me that cocky grin that I was sure getting used to. Next were his pants, and sure enough, the head of his dick was peeking at me from beneath his boxers. He moved beside me and unsnapped my bra. He removed it and to my embarrassment my bra inserts fell onto the floor. Chance glanced down with an amused look and I closed my eyes, wishing the floor would just swallow me up.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Come here, baby girl.” I took a step forward and he cupped my breasts. “More than a mouthful is a waste.” He captured one nipple between his teeth and I exhaled and fell back against the bed.
My hands started traveling along the muscles around his shoulders and back. This was like a dream, the way he was making me feel. My pussy was pulsing and juices were wetting my panties. I started rocking my hips because I needed him to touch me there. I reached over and stroked the head of his dick and felt it jerk and heard him moan.
“Damn, baby, that feels good,” he moaned before his lips started traveling downward. I lifted my hips and allowed him to slide my panties down over my hips.
Burying my fingers in his curls, I held on while he worked his way down to my pussy. First he blew on it, then he licked my clit.
Oooh yeahhh
, that felt good. With my eyes closed I rocked into his mouth. I started coming and Chance licked every drop.
That bitch at the club was hating, because my man had mad skills!
It wasn't long before he had me dangling over the edge.
“I want to be inside you,” he said, then rose and removed his boxers.
I spread my legs wide and crooked my finger, signaling for him to return. Chance positioned himself and slid inside. I felt so full, I cried out “Oooh!”
“You like this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“You want me to stop?”
“
Hell nooooooo
,” I moaned.
He gave me a devilish grin. “Good, 'cause I'm about to tear this pussy up!”
He deepened his strokes and had me speaking in tongues. It was so good. It wasn't long before I was coming, and he came seconds after. When he was done, I was hoping that we could have lain there and cuddled.
“Baby girl, go get a towel.”
I opened my eyes, hating to ruin the moment, and moved into the bathroom for a washcloth. I cleaned myself, then him.
Chance gave me that irresistible grin again. “Thanks, I can't lie here with cum all over my dick.”
I nodded. So what if my man liked to be clean.
“Now grab a towel for the bed, 'cause you was coming all over the place and one side of the bed is wet,” he joked.
I went and retrieved a bath towel and laid it beneath us. “Now come on and lie down with your man,” he ordered.
I loved the sound of that and slid beneath the covers with my head on his chest.
“Uh, baby girl, can you slide that towel over. It's still a little wet over here.”
I was glad it was dark so that he couldn't see me rolling my eyes. Chance had a touch of obsessive compulsive disorder. After I shifted the towel, he lay back on it and looked pleased.
“That's better.” He kissed me. “It's you and me, baby girl. Together we can rule the mothafuckin' world!”
I don't know what the hell he was talking about, but it sounded good. Curling my head on his chest, I started drifting to sleep when a rotten smell hit my nose. I sat up in the bed. “Did you just fart?”
Cracking up, Chance pinned me to the bed and covered my head with the covers while I kicked and screamed. I was truly feeling my new man even though his ass was funky.
18
Renee
I made dinner, then hurried over to Danielle's house so we could go over the details. She then headed out the door and I moved upstairs to change. My heart was beating with excitement. I don't know why, but I get off on doing crazy shit. We hadn't done anything this wild and crazy since we set Reverend Brown up last year.
I showered, dried off, and ten minutes later, I stood in front of her full-length mirror giving myself mad props.
Damn, I'm sexy.
I had on a short red skirt that I'd been dying to wear since I bought it in New York at a book conference back in November, and a black form-fitting shirt. On my feet were my come-fuck-me shoes—black rhinestone stilettos. No bra. No panties. I was ready for happy hour, or at least that's what I wanted Calvin to think.
At exactly seven o'clock the doorbell rang.
“It's showtime.” I opened the door to find Calvin smiling, holding a bouquet of flowers.
I batted my eyelashes flirtatiously. “Ooh, for me! You shouldn't have.”
He laughed. “I didn't. They're for Danny.”
I gave him a playful pout. “Hey, you can't blame a girl for trying. Come on in.” I shut the door behind him and swung around in time to catch him checking out my outfit. He gave me a nervous look.
“Where's Danny?”
“Uh . . . she . . . uh.” I paused and pretended to clear my throat.
Get it together.
Otherwise my stuttering ass was about to blow it. “She had to go in and cover a shift, but she should be home around seven-thirty. I was on my way to happy hour and she asked me to come and open the door for you and keep you company until she gets here.”
Okay, now your ass is rambling
.
Calvin nodded, accepting my excuse, and turned toward the living room.
I reached for the flowers. “Here, I'll take those. You want something to drink?”
He looked down at my outfit again, and I could see he was trying to decide if it was a good idea or not, being alone with me. I chuckled inwardly. I guess he doesn't trust himself around me, which was probably a good idea. “Yeah, a beer would be good.”
I carried the flowers into the kitchen and sat them on the sink. I didn't know where she kept her vases. I poured myself Grey Goose and cranberry, then put a dab of vodka behind each ear for an added touch. Certain I was ready for the games to begin, I reached for a beer out of the refrigerator and headed back into the living room, making sure to appear off balance every other step.
Calvin took the can from my hand with his brow rose. “Are you okay?”
“Why would you say that?”
“ 'Cause you act like you're drunk.”
“Nah,” I said as I took a seat on the couch. “Just got a lot on my mind.”
Calvin popped the tab. “Like what?”
I allowed my lower lip to quiver and acted like I was trying to hold back tears. “I'm having man troubles. I met a guy who I really thought I had connected with and . . . and found out . . . he was married. I just don't have any luck. Six months ago, I caught my husband in the bed with another man.”
He gave me a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, Danny told me about that.”
“You know . . . it kinda messes with my womanhood that he'd rather have a man than me.” I allowed a tear to fall.
Damn, I'm getting good at this shit.
“I must not be doing something right.” I slowly crossed and uncrossed my legs like Sharon Stone from
Basic Instinct
and could see his eyes taking it all in.
“Knowing you, I'm sure you were doing everything right,” Calvin said with a reassuring smile.
I blinked my eyelashes trying to produce more tears and leaned in closer so he could see down in my shirt. Not that I got shit. I'm a member of the itty-bitty-titty committee, but hell, he's with Danielle and she's got less than I do.
“I love that man! I gave him some of my sweet kitty-cat whenever he wanted, yet that wasn't enough. Hell, I couldn't even keep you!”
He gave a short laugh. “Renee, you dumped me.”
“Oh yeah. And that was a mistake I never forgot,” I said in a rush. “You were a wonderful man. I just didn't appreciate you.”
“Well, thanks.” I started rubbing his leg and could tell he was starting to get a little uncomfortable because he squirmed on the couch. “When did you say Danny would get here?” He cleared his throat, then glanced down at his watch. “Uh, what time did she say she'd be home?”
“She didn't say.” I slid closer. “Calvin, be honest with me. Did I satisfy you sexually?”
“Renee . . .” he warned with a scolding look.
“Puh-leeeeeze, Calvin. I have to know,” I pleaded, then sat up straight on the couch. “Maybe since I have two kids my pussy ain't as tight as it should be. Do you think that's why my husband decided to trade in my worn-out shit for a tight booty hole?”
Shaking his head, Calvin was trying not to laugh. “No, Renee. I don't think that was it at all.”
“Okay, then tell me something . . . when you were inside me, could you feel my walls tightening around you?”
“Renee. That was a long long time ago. Jesus!” He dragged a frustrated hand down his face. “What would Danny say if she knew you were asking me these questions?”
“I won't tell unless you tell,” I cooed. “Now listen, because this is serious.” Leaning back on the couch, I pulled up my skirt, spreading my thighs. Calvin wasn't a fag like John. He was a man. So he couldn't do anything but look. I had shaved Ms. Kitty bald this morning.
Calvin licked his lips. “Damn, you still got a pretty pussy.”
“Thank you,” I purred, then reached up and stroked my clit. “She's the girl for the job, or at least I thought.” I slipped a finger inside and out, then brought it to my lips. “Mmmm, and she tastes good, too.”
I saw movement down at his crotch and chuckled inwardly. Men ain't shit. Before Calvin could object, I rolled onto my knees and moved over to straddle his lap.
He was sweating. His eyes grew big and round. “Renee, you've had too much to drink.”
“I know, but I just need a little attention. Danielle never needs to know.” I ran light kisses along his ear and neck, then ground my hips against his length. “Please just touch me . . . let me know I am sexy . . . that you're attracted to me.
“Please, Calvin,” I begged. “Touch me. Let me know you like what you see.” I lifted my shirt over my head and my golden nipples were right in his face. He stared at them and moistened his lips. I leaned forward, making them impossible to resist. As soon as his lips closed down I arched against him. “
Yessssss!
” I moaned, then rolled my eyes and glanced over his head at the clock on the wall. Damn. I still had twenty minutes to kill.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the moment. I ain't had none since pissy Landon. So if I had to do this, I should at least get something out of the deal. Besides, from what I could remember, Calvin had skills even back then. We dated when he was in college, which is why I ended things—because he was a baby and at the time, I needed a man. But despite that he was good in bed and had skills.
I kissed him on the mouth and pushed my tongue between his lips, and he stopped resisting and kissed me back. Scope does it every time. He was such an amazing kisser. I don't know why Danielle messed with him in the first place if she had no intention of being with him.
I reached down and unfastened his belt. At first he resisted but that didn't last long. Like I said before, men ain't shit.
As soon as his zipper was down, I reached inside and released him. Oh boy, he wasn't the biggest but he definitely had enough to do the job. I rubbed and teased the head while I brought my mouth down to touch his again.
“This is so wrong,” he said between groans.
“Then why aren't you stopping?” I asked between kisses.
“ 'Cause it feels too good.”
Like I said . . . men ain't shit. A year ago, before he had even started kicking it with Danielle, I made a pass at Calvin and he turned me down, saying he doesn't give second chances. Now here we are on Danielle's couch with me straddling his lap while playing with his dick and he was loving it.
You hear me? Loving it!
“Ooh, yeah!” he moaned.
So much for a challenge. I was starting to grow bored and decided it was time to get this show on the road. I pulled his sweatshirt over his head.
“Maybe we should keep our clothes on just in case Danielle comes home early.”
“Shhh!” I put a fingertip to his lips, followed by my lips. “She ain't coming and when she does, she's going to knock because I put on the dead bolt.”
“Good looking out.”
I kissed a path down his chest and when I reached his belly button, I rubbed his tip along my cheek, then sniffed his crotch. Ugh! He smelled like pee and sweaty balls.
Damn, that's too bad.
If he'd been smelling fresh to death, he might have gotten a suck.
Calvin tried to guide me with his hands, but I pinned his arms to his sides and brushed the head of his dick against my breasts instead.
“Come on, Renee. Suck it.” He was practically begging.
“You do me first.”
I was just joking, but shit, he must have wanted me to suck his dick bad because he flipped me onto my back and got to feasting on my snatch. Yeah, and the brotha had skills.
I was so into him, it took me a second or two to realize Danielle had come through the back door and was now standing at the middle of the room.
“What the hell?”
Damn! I was just about to come. Calvin jumped up from between my legs. I quickly got into character and sat up straight on the couch.
“Danny, I can explain.”
Anger burned from her eyes. “Explain what? How my man's mouth just happened to land between your legs? Bitch, puh-leeze.”
“Bitch?” Oh, she was taking this shit to the next level.
Calvin was trying to fix his pants and explain at the same time. “Danielle, I-I know there is no excuse for what just happened, but . . . but I'm sorry.”
“You're right, there isn't. I loved you and this is how you treat me,” she began between sobs. “Get the hell out of my house!”
I have to give it to my girl, the tears looked real.
Okay, it's time for my line.
“Danny, it isn't his fault. Blame me.”
“You right, I blame yo slutty ass. What the hell you doing having my man eating yo stanky-ass pussy? You just couldn't stand that fact he didn't want you.” She was taking this shit a little too seriously.
“Slutty? If I'm not mistaken, he does want me, otherwise he wouldn't have been sucking on my clit.”
Danielle lunged at me. She started swinging and yelling. A black bitch like me started swinging back and we were two clawing, catfighting fools. She dug her nails in the side of my neck.
Hell nah!
I swung with my fist but Calvin stepped in and I got him in the chin.
“Crazy bitch!” I screamed when I wiped away blood.
“No, you're the one who's ate up. Both y'all get the fuck outta here!”
She didn't have to tell me again. Calvin's punk ass kept trying to reason with her but I reached for my shirt, slipped it over my head. It wasn't until I was outside walking to my car that I realized I was wearing Calvin's university police sweatshirt. I was too mad to go back inside.
What the hell was Danny's problem? We were supposed to have been playing, but she took that shit to the next level. She got life fucked up, scratching me on the neck!
I pressed the remote unlocking my car. I was about to get in when a black Expedition pulled up to the end of the driveway.
Who the fuck is that?
I paused, waiting for whoever was behind the wheel to either get out or roll down their windows and ask for directions. Nothing. I dropped my hand to my hip and glared across the yard with attitude. The windows were too dark for me to see who was behind the wheel. Okay, you know what? I ain't got time for games. I moved down the drive and before I reached it, the SUV pulled off down the road. I didn't have much time to wonder who that might have been when I heard loud shouting. Danielle was going off. The last thing I wanted to see was Calvin's face when he came out of the house. He was probably trying to find his sweatshirt.
I climbed in and looked at my neck in the rearview mirror and got mad all over again. “Ain't that a bitch!” This was her idea, not mine. So how the hell she gonna get mad? I pulled out the driveway and headed home.
My neck stung, and with each feeling of pain I wanted to turn back around and knock Danielle out.

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