Buried Secrets (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES) (17 page)

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     Marcus and Aleesha were lying in bed after a two hour sex session that left them both drained, but relaxed and completely satisfied. Their chemistry was even stronger than it had been in Vegas. There was definitely something to be said for honesty between two people. Now that Aleesha wasn't engaged anymore, their newfound relationship was at a whole new level, one they intended to explore to the fullest.

     Marcus looked down at Aleesha who was passed out from exhaustion. The moment they stepped into her bedroom, he’d unleashed all of the passion he had bottled up inside. Smiling to himself, he guessed she'd earned the much needed rest she was taking right now and decided to let her sleep for a little while longer before he woke her up for more.
     Marcus swung his muscular legs over the side of the bed and sat up. His mind wandered to the events of the last twenty-four hours. Frowning, he picked up the phone to dial Darrell's cell again. He'd called him a couple of times but the calls went straight to his voice mail.

     Marcus’ cheeks puffed out in exasperation as he leaned his elbows on his knees. Darrell could fool around with whomever he chose, but Marcus didn't like the idea of him shittin' where he ate. At the first sign of trouble between him and Jerra, it would surely make things uncomfortable with him and Aleesha. Grimacing, he dialed the number again. 

     Out of all the women for D to fuck with, why did he have to be fuckin' with Aleesha's best friend?

Chapter 20

     The next morning at Jerra’s condo, Darrell walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Jerra was in the shower and he intended to join her in just a minute.  Even though they’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep, neither showed signs of fatigue.

      That woman is insatiable, Darrell thought with a grin. Either she hadn’t had sex in a long time or whoever she’d been with wasn’t giving it to her right. Not that he was complaining. He was more than happy to give it to her anyway she wanted.

      Leaning against the counter he brought the bottle to his mouth. After thirstily drinking half of it in one gulp, his mind replayed the last couple of hours with Jerra. 

     She’d mentioned a few sexual positions she’d seen in a magazine. He didn’t let on he’d been there and done that with all of them. Instead, he’d allowed her to direct him step by step then gone on to complete each act to perfection. Jerra was left speechless and in awe of his “fast learning skills”. Darrell chuckled as he thought about her reaction… 

     “Ahhh....Ahhh....Mmmm....."     

      She moaned every time he dipped his pole deep in her creamy waters.  Darrell pretended to listen intently while she described the sex act before they tried it. She was positioned across the bed with her hips resting on the edge and her feet flat on the mattress. Darrell stood between her spread thighs and brought her foot to his mouth. Keeping his eyes locked with hers the entire time, he licked the delicate, sensitive arch until he got to her toes. 

      Jerra held her breath as she watched him leisurely suck each one, causing sparks to shoot straight to her coochie. After he pulled the last one out of his mouth, he placed her feet over his broad shoulders. She let out of moan of what could only be described as anticipation when he grabbed his dick in his hand and wet the tip with the juices liberally flowing from the folds leading to her entrance. When he teasingly circled her sensitive pleasure button with his thumb, Jerra’s hips danced, sensuously begging for every inch of his magic stick.

     But Darrell held back and only gave her so much; he was running the show. When her hands curled into fists of frustration, he smiled in satisfaction. His expression clearly said, ‘Yeah. Call me fuckin’ Daddy, baby.’

     After drawing out high pitched whimpers and throaty purring mewls from her, he decided to end their tortuous love play and plunged into her honey pot with one swift movement. The penetration was so deep and so good, Jerra cursed out loud, yelling that she felt him all the way in her stomach. If possible, her words caused Darrell to stiffen and become harder. His movements gained momentum and his thrusts became more powerful.

     “Am I fuckin’ you right baby…?  Am I hittin’ that spot…?” He grilled her with each question the same way his dick was grilling her pussy.  “You like this…?”

     Unable to speak, Jerra furiously nodded to let him know he was doing the damn thing. However, Darrell had been up in it all night, knew what that ridged area to the front of her vajayjay felt like. He was on a mission to find that muthafucka and ride the shit out of it. He bent his knees and scooped his dick in deeper.

     Aw yeah….hell yeah. There it was: The infamous ‘G-spot’. The ‘Good-Good’spot. The ‘Giveittome’spot .  The ‘Got-damn’spot .The Oh My ‘GOD’-spot….

   “Baby you are fucking me SO damned good.” Darrell smiled when he heard Jerra testify like a sinner being saved.

     Hell yeah.

     Pushing her legs up towards her chest and then to the left, he tapped it from a different angle and growled his satisfaction.  Jerra literally cried from the indescribable pleasure he was inflicting. Her pussy walls trembled hard and collapsed around his steel pipe when she climaxed. The explosion was so violent she triggered his own earth shattering climax.

      Shaking his head in wonder, Darrell finished his water before he threw the empty bottle in the trash can. He had fucked many women - okay a hell of a lot of women - but he’d never been with anyone like Jerra. They’d sexed half the night away and he still wanted more. He planned on fixing that, though. There would be plenty of trips back and forth between Atlanta and Vegas.

     Coming out of his daydream, his brow furrowed as his eyes suddenly dotted around the kitchen. Where in the hell were his clothes? He’d taken them off and dropped them on the floor before he and Jerra fucked on top of the island.

     Spying a door off to the left, Darrell walked over and opened it. There they were, thrown haphazardly over the washing machine in the laundry room. He reached in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his cell phone. He was almost never without it, and the fact that he hadn’t thought about it since he got here showed how much Jerra was occupying his thoughts.

     After tugging his pants on, he looked at his phone and saw he had fifteen missed calls. Darrell scrolled through the log: Marcus had called several times, Steve, his broker twice, and the rest were business and personal calls, the latter mostly from women.

     Immediately dismissing and erasing the female’s calls, Darrell phoned the manager at his club to make sure everything was okay. He really should’ve checked in by now, but he had given his business partner a heads up to let him know he would be gone for a few days. After verifying there were no major catastrophes Darrell called Steve, who informed him that among other things, the bid he put in for real estate property in an up and coming part of Las Vegas had been accepted and they would be starting construction within the next six weeks or so. Darrell pumped a fist up in the air showing his excitement. He’d been working on this deal for months. Once he sold the property, he would make three times the amount of his original investment.

     When Jerra walked in with a towel wrapped around her still damp body, Darrell suddenly had a hard time concentrating. The only thing he could think about was the fact that he’d missed out on that shower fantasy of hers. Damn! He quickly moved to end the conversation with Steve.

     “That pretty much covers everything. The funds should be in place, and we’ll set up an appointment when I get in town. Cool. Thanks.”

     Hanging up the phone, he went over to Jerra and attempted to pull the towel off, but Jerra evaded his seeking hands and laughed. “Sorry, you blew your chance.” Her voice was teasing as she sidestepped him again.  “Must’ve been an important call.”

     “Business. I had several missed calls I needed to return. Somebody has had me a little busy the last twelve hours,” he said, giving her a sexy look.

     “You didn’t seem to mind.” Jerra returned the look before getting the carton of orange juice out of the refrigerator. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she took a glass out of the cabinet. Had he talked Marcus yet? She decided to make small talk while trying to think of a way to work the question into the conversation. “So were you setting up a stripper job?”

     “Ah, no. Why do you say that?”

     “When I walked in, you were saying something about the money being in place and that you would set up an appointment once you got back to town.”

     Darrell folded his arms over his chest and said again, “No. Just business.”

     “Business, huh?  Do you think you’ll ever get tired of being a dancer? I mean, yes, you’re good, but you can’t do it forever. Don’t you want something more for yourself than just taking off your clothes in front of a bunch of screaming women?”

     Jerra took a sip of her juice as she waited on his answer. Darrell narrowed his eyes at her superior tone. He had seen that same attitude from her at Aleesha’s bachelorette party when she described Marcus as being just stripper. She’d been way off base then, too.

     “Not that there’s anything wrong with being a stripper, because it’s honest work, but what makes you think I wouldn’t want to do anything else with my life?” Darrell tone was low and quiet. If Jerra knew him better, she’d realize his temperament had all of a sudden changed.

     “Well Darrell, really. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it, but aren’t you embarrassed when someone asks what you do for a living and you tell them you’re a stripper, or excuse me, “exotic dancer?”” Jerra said in a slightly mocking voice. “To be honest, I couldn’t see myself taking a man like you seriously.” 

     Darrell’s body tensed and his eyes turned a cold shade of slate gray. This is why he kept his financial status completely private. Women he got with had no idea he was a successful businessman heavily invested in real estate and stocks. From experience, too many of them saw his body first, which he didn’t have a problem with, then dollar signs. The majority of them instantly tried to use him as their personal ATM when they found out he owned part of the hottest club in Vegas, and that was not happening.

     Granted, Jerra had her own money, but he knew it was all about appearances for her. Apparently he wasn’t good enough for anything outside of the bedroom. Shaking his head, Darrell slowly straightened from his leaned stance against the counter. He pulled his shirt on and walked out of the kitchen without a word.

     Jerra was startled at the abrupt change in the air. She set the glass of juice down and hurried after him. “That didn’t come out the way I intended it to. I have this habit of saying things that pop into my head without even thinking.”

      Darrell slipped his feet into his shoes, ignoring her completely. “Darrell? Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I was only trying to help.” Darrell remained silent and walked to the door. Jerra stood there in shock until it sunk in that he was actually leaving. She caught his arm as he went to pass her.

     “Wait. You don’t have to go yet, do you?”

     Darrell stared at her then switched his cold eyes to the hand holding on to him until she pulled it back. “Look, I enjoyed last night - and this morning. We both had a good time, but I can see we need to just leave it at that.” Darrell’s jaw clenched as he tried to hold on to his temper. He was determined to end their dalliance on a civil note. He’d promised Marcus he wouldn’t cause trouble.

     Jerra stepped back at his dismissive tone, and now, her voice matched the cool detachment she heard in his. “Fine. Don’t get angry at me for trying to help you. I just wanted you to realize that in your business there’s always going to be someone younger and better to come along, but hey…do you,” Jerra said, knowing she sounded like a bitch. It was a defense mechanism she used without even thinking whenever she was hurt or embarrassed.

     Darrell opened the door then paused. He deliberately closed it back before slowly turning around to glare at her.  “Thanks for the advice,” he snapped in a sarcastic voice. “And by the way, I want to let you know I won a good bit off this one. The fella’s didn’t think I’d be able to come back and fuck you again after you found out about last time.” Forcing a laugh, he looked her up and down. “Guess I’m just good like that. Wouldn’t you agree?” Darrell ignored the tears that sprang to Jerra’s eyes and jerked the door open. Without looking back, he walked out and forcibly slammed it behind him.

     As he stabbed at the elevator button, one thought reverberated in his mind: Marcus was going to kill him.

Chapter 21

     Looking down at the tray, Marcus made sure everything was in place. He’d been up cooking for the last hour to surprise Aleesha with breakfast in bed. The spread included pancakes, bacon, eggs, and several types of fruit cut up in a bowl. Two large goblets of Mimosa's completed the meal. Smiling to himself, he picked the tray up and was halfway to the bedroom when the doorbell chimed.

     Grimacing, he placed the food down on a nearby table. He grabbed his shirt off the chair and started to button it before he remembered Aleesha had practically ripped it off his back in her haste to get him naked.  Marcus still had a grin on his face while opening the door, but the smile quickly disappeared when he saw a brotha standing there with an expression of surprised shock. Marcus instantly recognized him as the famous football player Amir Montgomery - Aleesha's ex-fiancée.