All I Want... Is You (4 page)

“Hi, ladies,” Brian replied back through the speaker. “Damn, you two sound as sexy as you look. My boy’s telling me you’ll be performing at the spot on Saturday.”

“Okay, are you really DJ Majesty?” Tracie was incredulous, and I couldn’t blame her. DJ Majesty was one of the biggest deejays in Atlanta, so being that close to someone who knew him was a rarity to say the least.

“Yeah, it’s me, ladies, in the flesh,” Brian replied again, looking like he was trying to switch tracks in the studio. “We’ll be there, no doubt.”

“Alright, bruh, I’ll get at you in a few,” Derrick hung up the call. “So, ladies, see you Saturday?”

I felt like I wanted to scream on the inside. All I was doing was getting something to eat, and now thanks to Tracie, we’ve got added pressure tomorrow night performing for one of the deejays that might be spinning our tracks one day soon.

I gathered my composure to make it look like I wasn’t impressed, but nothing could be further from the truth. I offered my hand, this time watching Derrick kiss the back of my palm, and there was no denying that he could get it the first chance he got.

I finally found my voice, hearing our names over the loud speakers that our orders were ready, and replied, “See you on Saturday.”

~Cori~

“
Why are you here?”

Seeing the reason why I swore off men standing at the doorway to my apartment was the last thing I needed considering the aroused state I was in from trying not to flirt with Derrick.

My ex-boyfriend Troy had this smirk on his face as I walked toward him, opening his arms trying to welcome me with a hug.

That smirk quickly faded when it was met with stone-cold contempt.

“Come on, baby girl, I know you’re not still mad at me?” he asked, still trying to close the space between us.

I placed my palm against his chest and straightened out my arm to let him know my personal space would not be invaded.

He no longer deserved that right.

“Okay, I think that answers my question.”

“What do you want, Troy?” I curtly inquired, mad because my food was getting cold. “I have a lot of stuff to do in the morning, and I need to get some sleep.”

“See, that’s the problem, you were always thinking it was about me.” Troy blew air, trying to figure out my mood. “You know that I was always focused on us, baby girl.”

“Mmmhmmm, so focused that you decided that having another chick sucking and fucking you in
my
car was for
our
benefit, right?” I shot a look at him that immediately shut him down.

“Aight, look, Cori, I ain’t come to argue,” Troy tried to be serious. He was never serious while we were together. “I know I fucked up, but we were good together, you know that.”

“Yeah, you fucked up, that part you definitely got right.” I huffed, pushing him out of my way to get to my door. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to try and eat something before I crash.”

“Yeah, I know, your music
career
comes first,” he spat. The anger in his eyes was definitely something new.

That was something he never mentioned before, even when things went bad between us. He never bad mouthed my music or the group.

Especially when he was a part of a rap group.

Whatever.

He had me pegged for being a wannabe superstar’s girlfriend, who was cool with being behind the scenes.

That’s… not… me.

And really, the whole issue with ol’ girl really didn’t bother me all that much. We were dating, so it wasn’t like he locked me down with a ring or something like that.

My ring fingers were as bare as naked daylight.

Still, he violated my car with a bitch that didn’t hold a candle to me all because she was willing to do what I wouldn’t do, and I still won’t do:

Be a damn groupie and kiss the ass of Trouble T-Money.

“Yeah, my career comes first, and the fact that you didn’t bother supporting it, but you could support your need to keep your dick wet even though I was fucking you like a porn star is the reason you’re stuck right now.” I let him know.

“Cori, I… okay, I caught you at a bad time, and you need some sleep, maybe that’s why you’re all hormonal right now.” Troy finally backed off. “But we’re not done talking about this. I know you’re not over me yet, I can feel it on you, shawty.”

“Go, Troy.” I said as I slammed the door on him.

Damn, he completely killed the buzz that I was on.

And I hated the fact that he was right.

I wasn’t over him… yet.

But it was times like this that made it easier to forget about him.

I wanted to take all of the fuckstration that I built up from fantasizing about a man that I had yet to even have a full conversation with out on Troy, and then send him home before the sun peeked over the horizon.

I made that mistake once before, and I was not about to make that mistake again.

He wasn’t worth it.

Considering that he caused me to have to microwave my food before bed only gave me another good reason why I was glad I didn’t let him in.

No fool, no more.

A hot bath was desperately needed.

It had been such a long day that I needed to release and relieve some tension that I put my body through. The rehearsal, the two hours at the gym to keep my thickness, my hormones in a frenzied state while flirting with Derrick, and finally the anger of going through bullshit with Troy.

Yeah.

A good soak will help get all that off me.

Filling the tub with water, I poured some vanilla scented bubble bath in to mix and lather while I slipped out of my clothes to prepare to slide in and completely relax.

Thoughts of the encounter with this man wouldn’t leave me alone. I felt my hands caressing my skin, imagining that my hands were his, caressing my hips, my ass, moving ever so slowly and expertly over every inch of skin that I was ready to make available to him.

Cori, get a grip on yourself. It was just a harmless flirt and tease.

Yeah, try telling my body that.

Before my body decided that it wanted to go from a slow burn into a raging inferno, I turned off the lights, lit enough candles to give the room a warm glow, and I slid my body through the coolness of the bubbles before my skin became intimately acquainted with the enveloping warmth of the water.

But those thoughts that I thought I left at the vanity followed me into my bath, and I found my body writhing ever so slowly through the water, as if it were trying to find the fingers that I knew wouldn’t be there tonight.

God, what the hell has he done to me?

Taking hold of the sponge, I began to wash, moving it gently over my legs and arms and across my shoulders and neck. I squeezed warm water from the sponge, allowing it to cascade down my chest and over my breasts. I lazily washed arms and legs again and again, steam from the bath wrapping me in a misty vanilla scented world.

My skin felt alive again, and I felt so sensual, so sexy, watching my light caramel skin shining against the candlelight. My mind kept drifting further and further into the fantasy that my mind created for me to selfishly indulge into.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes, succumbing to the journey that I so desperately wanted to begin, and the destination that I couldn’t wait to get to.

I turned on the water because I didn’t want to lose the heat that consumed me, and I found myself mesmerized by the flow of the water from the spout down to the basin below.

My hips began to roll and rotate, creating a dance all its own as my eyes continued to fixate on

the water as the intensity of the heat returned to my bath. Uncontrollably, my back arched and my hips thrust forward. So acute was the urge to feel it, I pressed down and lifted my butt and arched my back so that only my feet and shoulders touched the bathtub. Water fell from me in a cascading waterfall while I held the position for a moment. My clit felt hard and erect and I became aware of moist warmth forming inside.

I knew I was desperate for a long hard fuck.

And I knew who it was that I wanted to fuck me long and hard.

I just wished that he could feel just how badly I wanted it from him.

The tips of my fingers found my clit at once and began to wander across it, gradually focusing and finding the right spot. A desperately dull pain began between my legs and the pressure from my fingers only heightened it.

The water kept coming, working in tandem with my fingers like a liquid tongue, bringing me closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss. I didn’t dare stop the flow, even though the rock and sway of my hips against the rhythm that I created with the water began to spill water out of the tub and onto the floor.

Faster and faster, my fingers rubbed, faster and faster, my fingers worked in and out, my mind giving me images that I could no longer deny anymore. Tensing, as my body neared climax, I could only scream as the waves of orgasms washed over me, taking me to that destination that I’d longed to go.

I finally turned off the water, my pussy still throbbing and no one to put this fire out. I blushed at how horny I was, that I still needed another wave to crash so I could go to sleep and dream about those hands of his, taking possession of me in ways that I wished and begged.

By the time I got out of the tub, I finally felt the rush of exhaustion sweep me off my feet, knowing the Sandman would soon come to claim me.

For the first time in a long time, I couldn’t wait for him to come for me.

He was in for one helluva ride tonight.

~Cori~

Saturday night was finally here.

Three years of rehearsing.

Going through different showcases, talent shows, the promised studio time that never came to be, the sweat, tears, watching other groups that we felt didn’t hold a candle to us signing a contract and not selling worth a damn.

All of that pent up emotion, talent, heart and soul would come out tonight.

I was so hyper that I felt that I could reach octaves that only Mariah could pitch.

The way that rehearsal went a few hours ago, we all felt that way.

This showcase would be the launching point.

There was nowhere to go but up.

I imagined having that conversation with Mr. Richton and Mr. Parker that Monday morning, with Cheryl being all smiles, giving them the CD of tonight’s performance, then having Mr. Parker asking for a live set right there in his office, just to prove that we weren’t a fluke.

No more working at the bank.

No more trying to catch up on sleep before class at school, although I was a class or two shy of finishing my Bachelor’s degree in Communications.

And last but not least, no more playing showcases like tonight.

We would be so hot that the Georgia Dome wouldn’t be able to hold the crowds we would draw.

But first and foremost, we had to take care of business tonight.

I went out to take a look at the crowd, scanning the front area where the VIPs were normally seated. Before I focused on the people that were sitting there, I said a quick prayer that the executives from RP would be there. I didn’t want to take anything to chance tonight. Too much was riding on it.

I don’t know if it was a relief to see the seats reserved for RP were filled or if it was cause to put more pressure on us now that they were here.

My heart skipped a beat seeing Derrick sitting next to a devastatingly handsome older man, who wore a dark suit and banded collared shirt, not the shirt and tie that I would have expected a CEO to adorn. I assumed that man to be Mr. Richton, and I saw him and Derrick having a rather jovial conversation, which led me to believe that the information that Cheryl had was correct, except I didn’t expect Derrick to be a part of the people that had influence over my career. I saw Brian and another dude that I didn’t recognize, so Tracie would be happy to be in the same company as DJ Majesty.

The thought of that excited me like nothing else has, and made me uneasy at the same time.

Damn, I haven’t even had a decent conversation with him, and already he had me second guessing myself.

That was a feeling I hated more than anything.

But he wasn’t about to have that power over me the way that I allowed the other night.

Tonight would be mine, and he would recognize the power I would have over him.

He didn’t even know it yet.

“
Cheryl, please, you and the ladies
have a seat, be our guests.”

We were on a high after the song that we’d just belted out, harmonizing better than we’d ever been able to do before. The crowd was eating out of our hands, the men couldn’t stop staring at the dresses that we wore for the night, reminiscent of En Vogue’s ensemble in their
Hold On
video. Cheryl felt that our collective sex appeal needed to be on full display tonight to capture everyone’s attention. Meanwhile, the strength of our voices would then take them to the next level.

Kyra seductively wooed the men in the crowd during the slow song, and Tracie and I collaborated on the up-tempo jam that we’d hoped to include as the first single off the album, if we ever got to the point of making an album.

I purposefully locked eyes with Derrick during the entire set, playing a personal cat and mouse game with him, watching his expressions during the songs, wanting him to want me now that he’d gotten a chance to see me completely sexed up and on full display for his, and others’, entertainment and appreciation.

We weren’t allowed to really be physically involved with the audience, at least not the way we wanted to, but if given the chance, a lap dance, even in that dress, would definitely have been on the menu. I wanted Derrick off balance, exactly the way he had me off balance. The vibe between us was intense, which scared me a little because neither one of us, through the glances that we gave to each other, wanted to back down, which only made the connection stronger as the night went on.