BWWM Romance: Crossing The Line: Interracial Romance / Wealthy Love Interest (16 page)

"Don't you take a picture of me!" Shawna barked at Mikki, who shrugged and put her phone down.

"This is . . . intense," Erika said. "Yeah . . . intense. I don't think I wanted to know this much about you, Rodger."

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's fun for all genders and sexual orientations. You can borrow it anytime."

"Oh, god," Erika spat. "I'll stick to doing it the old-fashioned way."

The doorbell rang and the energy dropped instantly. Rodger sighed and led the group back through the room. "I guess it's time for dinner."

Rodger sat them all down and went to answer the door. Glen and Janet followed Rodger into the dining room and took their seats at the table. The hellos were thin and unenthusiastic, but the pair didn't seem to mind. They both wore dark sunglasses despite the sun having been gone for a good hour. Glen's hair was uncombed, sticking up in various directions. It could have been written off as rocker chic, but the group knew better.

"What are you doing here?" Janet demanded, taking off her sunglasses so that Mikki could see the anger in her bloodshot eyes. Janet's intimidation factor was seriously diminished by the way she wobbled.

"Um, let’s see. Oh yeah, I was invited," Mikki said. Janet rolled her eyes and sat down. Rodger made a dash for the kitchen. All casual conversation had ceased and an awkward silence took over. Erika quietly commented to Mikki about how good the food smelled, and Mikki told her about a little restaurant she might like. Virgil brushed his fingertips along Shawna's arm and kissed her cheek. With his mouth to her ear, he whispered, "I'm so sorry for whatever is about to happen."

"I'm not worried about it," Shawna said, taking a sip from her glass.

"I love you," he said.

Janet leaned her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands. Her blood-red nails scratched at her cheek as she took in what she could see of Shawna's outfit. Shawna wore a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a gray button down with three-quarter sleeves. Shawna and Mikki had gotten their nails done. Shawna's were dark purple with false jewels in the center of each tip. Her lipstick was sensible for her skin tone, and her eye makeup was light. She dressed for comfort more than style. When she had asked Virgil if she should wear anything special, he had looked at her as if she was nuts. Janet tilted her head. A wide mischievous smile crept to her deep red lips, and the fake mole near her nose tipped toward her dimple.

"I knew that dress was part of a costume," she said. "There's that church girl we keep hearing about. Modest, mute, meek. It's adorable."

Shawna cocked an eyebrow. Engaging Janet meant an escalation of a situation she wasn't sure she could deal with. Avoiding embarrassing herself and Virgil was more important than entertaining Janet's ego. Her barbs were harmless as long as Shawna stayed on her side of the fence. Honestly, Shawna didn't feel like she had a bone to pick with Janet. She had already won. Virgil sat next to her with one hand in her lap, stroking her knee and the inside of her thigh, obviously still turned on from their tour of Rodger's playroom. Janet had attempted to entice Shawna into a battle of wits. Mikki took the bait instead.

"Yeah, some of us don't like going out in the same thing we went to bed in." Mikki looked Janet dead in the eye and dared her to say something smart. Shawna glanced over at Virgil, who hid an amused smile behind his glass.

"I just remember Virgil enjoying women with much more . . . personality. I'm not saying you're plain, but you are really just a girl who likes to play dress-up aren't you?"

"Back off, Janet," Virgil warned.

"I don't answer to you," Shawna said darkly. "I'm not here for your approval."

"Oh, the mouse has a squeak!" Janet laughed.

"Leave her alone," Glen said. He yawned and slumped into his seat. Unimpressed with the non-alcoholic beverages, he pulled a silver flask out of his jacket and added the contents with his and Janet's glasses. He offered the flask around the table, but everyone refused.

"You shouldn't be drinking, love," Rob said.

"And you should get treated for your jungle fever. Take your friend with you."

"It's a cure, not a curse," Mikki said. "Which is more than I can say for you."

"What you say to me, bitch?" Janet jumped to her feet. Mikki and Shawna didn't move. Janet swayed on her wobbly legs, still intoxicated from whatever she and Glen had been into before they had arrived.

"Sit down," Mikki said. "You're sloppy."

Rodger came through the door with a rolling cart full of serving dishes. He stopped and watched as Janet sat back down in her seat. "What's going on?"

"The outsiders are pissing me off," Janet said.

"We were fine until you got here," Erika said.

"Has anyone told you that you're in the way? Because you're in the fucking way." Janet turned her vicious sneer onto the younger woman. "What good are you?"

"Leave her alone!" Shawna said. "She ain't done nothing to you."

"Ohhhh, 'she ain't done'," Janet mocked. "Is that how you're going to begin speaking, Virgil? Like a fucking hick?"

“You mean ‘like a black person,’ don’t you?” said Shawna in a deadly voice.

"Stop! Stop!" Rodger said, throwing his hands in the air. "Shut the fuck up, Janet. Just . . . shut up. I knew this was a bad idea, but Jesus Christ, you guys. What the hell? We had an awesome concert. I wanted to celebrate the concert. We have another awesome concert coming up with a shit-ton of exposure. I don't want us fighting--"

"We wouldn't be fighting if Virgil would just admit that her pussy doesn't do it for him and that's why he came back to me."

The silence fell over the room like a black execution hood. Even Rodger stood with his mouth open. All eyes turned toward Shawna except for Virgil’s. He bit his lip and stared down at the table. Glen took off his sunglasses and sat up. It was the most movement he had made all evening. He stared at the side of Janet's face, but her gaze was fixed on Shawna. Shawna looked around the table and settled her icy gaze on Janet.

"What? You don't think I know?" Shawna asked. "You thought you were just going to come in here and drop some kind of bomb and then what? I'd go running out of the house? I'd move out of my condo and you'd just mosey right on in and take my place? You think shaming him for a mistake is going to make him go back to you? Or did you think making him jealous by fucking his best friend would do the trick? What do you want, ho? Now that you done told everybody you a skank, what now?"

"You guys were sleeping together?" Glen asked.

"Once," Virgil said, quietly. "It only happened once. I didn't know you two were . . . it shouldn't have happened. It won't happen again."

Virgil wondered how many times he had worn that same expression of drunken anguish. Confused, not knowing whether it was the shit in his system or whether his world was actually being turned upside down. Glen drank deeply from his self-mixed drink and shook his head. "You lied to me."

"It happened more than once, Virgil," Janet said, smiling.

"No."

"It happened in your truck, and while your songbird was at church. I really like that picture on your bed stand. The one of you and your family. It's really sweet. Don't worry. We fucked on his side."

Virgil shook his head, appalled at the accusation. The only thing that was true was the time when he met Janet at her place while Shawna was dealing with her father. That was months ago and it was, in fact, the only time. He had regretted it ever since. He turned to Shawna and told her that Janet was lying. She put a hand on his thigh to calm him down.

"I don't have a picture of my family on my bedside. Nice try, though . . ." Shawna said. "Can we move on with our lives? Food's getting cold."

"Fuck this shit," Janet said, jumping to her feet once again. "Fuck all of you. Glen, are you going or staying?"

Glen looked up. He had been holding his head in his hands, trying to think past the fog when he heard his name. He sniffed and sat back in his chair. "I think I'm going to crash here," he said.

"I guess we'll be seeing you at the charity benefit?" Mikki asked in her most pleasant voice.

"Oh, fuck off," Janet said as she stormed out of the room and out of the house.

The party looked after her into the space she left behind. The cart still sat by the kitchen door and Rodger stood with his hands in his hair and his mouth open. A low, belly laugh started at one end of the table. Mikki pushed her empty plate back and rested her elbow on the table, laughing with her hand against her forehead.

"What the hell was that?" she asked. The low laugh became louder, contagious. Soon, Shawna was laughing too, and Erika joined in. Virgil shook his head and gave a short chuckle. Before long the entire party was laughing.

"Oh, god, I'm going to need an aspirin," Glen said. He pushed back from the table and stood. "I'm really sorry, everyone. I . . . I don't know what I was thinking. I'll call her in the morning, and . . . shit."

Mikki wiped tears from her eyes and sighed. "For a modest fee, I'll be your manager. I don't know shit about your music, but I know how to make people money," she said.

"That's not cocky at all," Shawna said.

"Quiet, you. Let me put it this way, if you all don't make money, then I don't make money. I don't like not making money."

"No wonder you and my mother get along so well," Virgil said.

"Your mother has her flaws, but she's a smart cookie."

"Janet was supposed to be our producer as well as our manager. She was supposed to help us mix tracks, write songs, and finish the album," Glen said. The realization of what had just walked out the door started to sober him up. He tapped a cigarette out of his pack and Rodger handed him an ashtray. Mikki held out her hand to take one for herself. Rob lit it for her with his black Zippo. "She is our missing piece. Without those tracks she mixed, I don't think that concert promoter would've added us to that bill at the last minute. Janet did that."

"So, what you're telling me is that you need a producer. I can find you a producer." Mikki leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms. "Well, are we going to eat?"

S
hawna stood
in the bed of Virgil's truck in the only do-it-yourself car wash with a ceiling high enough to accept the beast. The unseasonably warm weather brought back the shorts and tank tops that had been stuffed in the bottom of the drawer. She wiggled her toes in her flip-flops as she smacked the soapy, wet rag onto the truck's roof. After all of the rain, she was surprised that they were the only ones trying to get the muck and ash off their vehicle. Late season forest fires left soot in the atmosphere and the rain pulled it back down to the surface, covering everything is gray grime.

"I don't know what she's going to do, but I don't trust it," Virgil said from the backseat through the window he cracked so that they could talk. Janet had told them she quit before they had an opportunity to fire her and before the week was over she had another band. Glen had nearly put a hole in the wall of the studio with his fist when they got off the phone. "She knows our songs, she knows our style, she knows what it takes to bring crowds."

Shawna sat down and tossed the rag into a corner of the truck bed. Mikki had been hard at work, too. She had booked the band a full schedule within the week, as well as several meetings with producers. Once Mikki put her mind to something, there was no stopping her. Shawna had to fight to not be offended by Virgil's lack of faith in her friend. Anything Janet could do, Mikki could do better. "Do you really think she's going to steal your songs?"

"Not really," Virgil said. He slid out of the backseat and hopped into the truck bed to sit with Shawna. She still wasn't used to seeing him in casual shorts and a simple black t-shirt. He wore no makeup and even put on the sandals she bought him months ago. He leaned against the wall of the truck bed and pulled Shawna's legs into his lap. He took off her flip-flops and started to massage her feet. "What I'm worried about is this race to the top. She's talented and I don't want to underestimate her."

Shawna relaxed and rested her hands in her lap while watching Virgil's hands move. Virgil stared out into the deserted street, and for an instant their thoughts were on the same path. Where was everyone on such a beautiful day? Virgil took a deep breath and let his eyes trail up Shawna's legs to her stomach and breasts until his eyes reached hers. He parted her legs by the ankles and ran his hands up her smooth skin. "I don't want to talk about her anymore," he said. Crawling toward her, he kept her legs apart with his knees, and kissed her softly on the lips. "I don't want to talk about her at all." Virgil pulled Shawna's hips toward his own and they sank to the bottom of the truck bed. He protected the back of her head with his hand before sitting up and taking his shirt off for her to use as a pillow. As he pressed his hard body against hers, Virgil explored underneath her tank top. He never got tired of her breasts, just big enough to overflow his hands, and so soft. His mouth sought her neck and he rolled his hips into hers, sending delicious, tingling shots of pleasure through her pussy and up her spine.
"What if someone catches us?"
"It's best not to think about it," he teased. "I promise to be slow and gentle. The beast won't rock." Remembering a blanket in the backseat, Virgil pushed the back window open a little more and retrieved it. Shawna looked up over the edge of the truck bed, and a couple of cars whizzed by, not in the least concerned with them parked in the shadows of the car wash. It was as if the whole world had decided to take a nap.
Virgil occupied Shawna's mouth with his own. She tasted sweet from the popsicle she had earlier. His hand plunged into her panties and his fingertips found her sweet spot. She moaned against him as he took his time getting her hot and wet. His hard cock pressed against her thigh and Shawna freed it from the restraint of his shorts. It was already wet with precum. Shawna gave him slow, loving strokes, turned on more by the way he stiffened and jerked at the pulse of her movements. Virgil kissed her shoulder and lifted her shirt to gently bite her nipple through her thin bra. He pulled the cloth down with his teeth and licked her supple, sensitive flesh. Shawna bit down on her knuckle to keep her sounds to a minimum.
Virgil removed her shorts and entered her. He rode her with long, slow thrusts. Her pussy tightened around him as she strained to hold in her cries of pleasure. He felt so hard as he stroked her g-spot. He trembled under the torturous, drawn out pleasure.
"I think I'm addicted to you," he said against her ear. Virgil fought to stay in control. The euphoric agony in Shawna's face, the way her scent filled the air, and the sensation of her wrapped around him became almost too much to bear. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck.
Shawna's hands roamed up the back of his shirt. The closer she came to climaxing, the more her nails accidentally dug into him. He laughed at the sharp pain and the rumble from his voice brought her closer to the edge.
"Oh, god, Virgil, don't stop," she whispered. "More, baby. Please," she whimpered. "Don't stop. Don't stop."
Her voice drove him wild. He didn't know if it was the pitch when she was near cumming or its natural musical quality, but it struck chords within his heart and body. He broke his promise, unable to fight instinct anymore. Picking up the pace, he drove himself into her over and over until the shocks on the beast began to squeak. Shawna clapped both hands over her mouth as she came and Virgil couldn't help but laugh as his own mind-blowing orgasm raced through him.
They quickly pulled apart and Shawna slipped on her shorts before they both peered over the side of the truck to a still-deserted street.
"Damn," Virgil said. "I was hoping for a standing ovation."

R
ob knocked
on the door and waited patiently for Mikki to open up. She lived a hop, skip, and jump away from Rodger and, although suspicious, Rodger easily gave up her address. It was probably the creepiest thing Rob had ever done, showing up to a woman's house unannounced when she didn't even know he knew where she lived, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Curiosity drove him to it more than anything. Underneath the quick wit and catty exterior had to lie something else, and he was determined to find out what.

Mikki glanced at her security camera and rolled her eyes. Unbelievable; this man went further than any before him to get her attention. He had called her, bought her flowers when she announced that she would sit in on one of their practices to get a feel for what kind of producer they needed, and jumped at the opportunity to walk her to her car. He was always a gentleman when they spoke, never really pushing her boundaries. His flirtatiousness walked a fine line between innocent banter and seedy innuendo. It turned her on a little. He was distracting, to say the least, and that alone was worth her attention at this point in her life. Distraction was welcome. She could use a little controversy and romance. There was also a fire in Rob's bright blue eyes that made Mikki think that he could keep up with whatever she had to throw at him.

Mikki opened the door in her usual house-ensemble of a half-opened bathrobe and a glass of wine in hand. She raised an eyebrow at Rob who braced himself against the doorframe with both hands, playing to his bad-boy strengths. His eyes didn't leave hers, not even for the bounty of cleavage and soft stomach underneath her tight bra.

"Hello, miss. My car broke down. I was wondering if I could use your phone."

Mikki rolled her eyes and he smiled a toothy grin. Mikki wanted nothing less than for him to sink his teeth into her. It had been a long night and depending on how it ended, she wouldn't have minded it being a little longer. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, love. I . . . uh . . . didn't think I'd make it this far, actually. Gonna invite me in?"

"What are you? Some sort of vampire?"

"I can be if you'd like." The sharpness of his words and the willingness to comply with her demands made Mikki squeeze her thighs together. He smelled good, like fresh cologne on clean skin and leather. His messy, dark hair bounced in the breeze. When he spoke she could see the silver tongue ring. Rob's tight t-shirt showed off a naturally muscular frame. He looked like he played sports in school and had kept most of his former physique. The heavy sound of his boots on the porch sent chills up Mikki's spine. Rob was an adventure delivered right to her door.

"I don't know . . . you seem . . . fragile," she said.

"Fragile? Wow," he laughed. "Well, then. Break me, baby, and put me back together however you'd like."

"Lock the door behind you," Mikki said, turning away from the door. She sashayed down the hall, aware of Rob's eyes, now unsupervised, roaming her narrow waist and firm backside. She undid the belt on her robe and let it flow behind her. "Would you like something to drink?"

Rob took Mikki's glass of wine from her, sipped it and pushed her against the wall before kissing her passionately. She tasted the wine on his tongue as he pressed his tight body against hers. "Only if you're on the menu," he said, lowering himself to his knees. Setting the wineglass on the floor, he moved her thin, lacy panties to the side and French kissed her clit. Mikki grabbed a handful of Rob's hair and spread her legs wider. His fat, wet tongue rolled to cradle and rock her clit. She sipped the air as the electricity shot through her entire body. Rob pressed on, tasting her erotic juices and circling her hole with the tip of his tongue. He bit the insides of her thighs as he pulled her panties free of her legs. Slipping his strong arms under her legs, Rob lifted her off the ground. With her back pressed against the wall, Mikki held on to Rob as he supported her weight on his broad shoulders. Returning his face to her pussy he licked and sucked her lips, hole, and clit until she trembled upon her perch.

Mikki was caught off guard. No man was ever deft enough to steal control away from her. Rob, who stood all of a head taller than she, held her high against the wall. One false move and she would have been a crumpled mess on the floor. He demanded her trust and in return offered an unspoken token of devotion. Mikki let herself go, allowed her moans to capture her voice, and didn't pull back as she heard herself echoing down the halls. She felt Rob's muscles tense beneath her as heat ravaged her body.

"Faster," she moaned as his tongue flicked across her clit. He ignored her demand, sucking on her instead. As his tongue pulsed against her, Mikki stiffened. Her juices ran down his chest as she came. Rob gently lowered Mikki back down to the floor and rested his forehead against hers. His hard cock pressed against her stomach, but he made no demands of her, didn't push her to action. Mikki relaxed, absorbing the energy of this man who pressed his body against hers like an offering on her altar. The intimate affection of his actions piqued her curiosity. What was his endgame? What did Rob want from her? Mikki wrapped her arms around his waist. It had been so long since she had this kind of connection. Rob pulled her close and swayed with her, gently dancing to her natural rhythm.

The tenets of Mikki's self-appointed celibacy fell away as she pulled back from Rob, and taking him by the hand, led him to her bedroom. Her robe slipped from her shoulders. She let go of Rob's hand long enough to allow the robe to slip to the floor. Glancing seductively over her shoulder, her gaze connected with Rob's sharp, intense eyes. He licked his lips, renewing the taste of her on his tongue.

Mikki's master bedroom was large, spacious and modern. An erotic, painted image of two black bodies wrapped in a loving embrace hung on the wall high above the bed. A mirror was fixed to the ceiling, reflecting the plush pink bedspread on the neatly made bed. Mikki grabbed a remote and turned on soft, sensual music before stripping Rob of his shirt and pants. She backed away from him and watched as he stroked himself. His eyes roamed Mikki's taut body, savoring her delicious jiggle and soft curves.

Rob lay on the bed and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror just as Mikki straddled his stomach. She ran her hands up his chest and down his arms. He massaged her ass and pulled her forward, kissing the skin between her heavy breasts.

"Take me wherever you want to go," he whispered. "I'm yours. Do with me as you wish."

His words set Mikki on fire. His submissive nature did not negate his strength but complemented it. His comfort with himself opened a door inside Mikki, welcoming her into a vast, unspoiled landscape. Mikki kissed his neck and nipped at his ear. She shimmed down until she felt his cock against her ass. She lifted herself onto him, sliding his thick cock inside of her. Mikki swiveled her hips and ran her hands through her own hair. Throwing her head back, she watched Rob's face in the mirror. He moved his hips to match her speed and cupped her breasts with his hands. He played with her dark nipples, then traced his fingertips around the vine tattoo that ran from under her right breast and down her side.

Rob took Mikki's hands into his own, interlocking their fingers. Mikki leaned her weight forward as his cock hit her g-spot, upsetting her balance. She held still as Rob made her cum for a second time that night.

"You're beautiful," he said, rolling her onto her back. Not keen on being under anyone, Mikki wrapped her arms around Rob's neck and sat up with him. She bounced on his lap and they continued fucking in a sitting position until Rob came. He kissed her shoulder and lay beside her. Reaching over the side of the bed, he snatched the pack of cigarettes and lighter out of the pocket of his jeans. A champagne-colored glass ashtray sat on the bedside table. He lay back on the pillow, watching the smoke rise toward the mirror and disappear before reaching the glass. Tucking his arm under Mikki, Rob pulled her to his side.

Mikki stole Rob's cigarette and sat up. She scooted away from him, leaving a couple of feet between them on the bed. But even then, the strong hands on the ends of his long, sinewy arms still found her, caressing the small of her back and the top edge of her ass. He closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her waist and burrowing his soft head of hair into her back.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Not really. Don't you have some place to be?"