NO SECRETS NO LIES (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES Book 3) (23 page)

    
Darrell pressed his lips together tightly, cutting off the rest of the
sentence. He knew he shoulda just followed his first mind and walked out the
got damn door. Jerra swiftly deciphered what he left unsaid.

    
"And fuck me too? Is that what you were going to say, Darrell? That's how
you talk to me now?" Jerra's face reflected her disbelief.
"Wow."

   
Darrell laughed and looked away, berating himself again for not leaving. He
knew his temper and knew how raw he could get when he reached a certain point.
He’d never spoken to Jerra like this,
ever
, but fuck it. He might as
well say the rest of what he was thinking since he'd gone this far. Pacing back
and forth, he shot her smoldering glances as all types of scenarios played
around in his head about her and Valentine. He came to a stop and stood in
front of her.

    
"I wanna know what happened between you and him when you flew out
there."

    
"Nothing 'happened'. He understandably wanted to know something about the
woman who gave birth to his daughter before we proceeded any further. We met at
a restaurant, talked about Giselle and that was it."

    
"And it took two meetings to do that. 'Cause see I'm beginning to wonder if
you used more than conversation to persuade him to come around to your way of
thinkin’. Understand what I’m gettin’ at?"

    
Jerra's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You didn’t just say that."

    
"
Rob
seemed mighty comfortable putting his hands on somethin' that
didn’t belong to him." Darrell slowly rubbed his chin and eyed Jerra with
an unwavering stare. "You’re a very intelligent woman, Jerra. Don’t act
like you don’t know he wants to fuck you. I see how good you are at
manipulating situations and now I’m wondering just what you did to manipulate
that one.” He leaned closer towards her, ignoring the expression of outrage on
her face. “Let me find out somethin' more than conversation took place when you
went to Tahoe."

    
"Now you're being ridiculous," Jerra hissed angrily.

    
"Think so?" Darrell snorted as he turned around and walked out the
door. "Try me."

Chapter
30

    
Marcus swung back and forth in the hammock in a slow, lazy motion. His
sunshades covered his light brown eyes and his hands were clasped behind his
head as he gazed up at the clear, blue sky. The clouds were so perfect they
looked like fluffy marshmallows painted on an aquamarine canvas.

    
He and Aleesha were on the beach in Aruba and it was absolutely beautiful.
Snowy, white sand, turquoise waters, and a cool breeze kissed by the sun –
simply heaven. They'd been eagerly looking forward to their getaway, and this
piece of God's unspoiled paradise had been the perfect place to celebrate their
one year anniversary. They would be leaving tomorrow, but definitely had plans
to come back one day soon.

    
Marcus turned his head and watched as his wife strolled out of the water like
an erotic Nubian mermaid. She brought her hands up and smoothed her short, wet
hair back away from her face. The movement served to draw his attention to her
full breasts, before his eyes reluctantly moved on and continued their journey.
He took a slow inventory of the body she'd just managed to cover with the tiny,
triangular scraps of material and strings that passed for a bikini. She was so
damn sexy. Barely 5'2 with creamy chocolate skin and large slanted eyes, her
curves caused heads on the island to turn wherever they went.

    
     Healthy breasts, tiny waist, generous ass and
thick thighs made up a fine package that belonged to him and him alone. He
couldn’t wait to unwrap it once they got back to their room.

    
Marcus' attention stayed on the sensual sway of her hips as she came over to
him with a sexy walk that got to him every time. His eyes dropped a few inches
to the slight gap of her bowed legs, causing his nature to rise all over again
as he remembered how he'd woken her up this morning. He didn’t think he'd ever
get enough of her and planned on continuing their earlier sexual activities as
soon as they got back to the hotel room.

    
Their eyes connected and Marcus knew Aleesha was thinking about this morning as
well. The memory replayed in his mind like an arousing home movie starring the
two of them. They hadn’t gotten much rest the night before after hitting one of
the local nightclubs for an evening of fun and dancing. He smiled when he
remembered the sexy show Aleesha had put on for him on the dance floor. The
atmosphere around them had been sensual, daring, and free spirited, and after
several of the exotic concoctions they’d downed, their inhibitions had been
left at the door.

    
When a couple of Jamaican locals cajoled them into dancing with them, it hadn’t
taken his wife long to emulate and master the extremely provocative style of
dance which left little to the imagination. Marcus’ eyes had stayed glued to
every groin-locking move she made as she grinded her “punany” over his “cocky”,
simulating just about every sexual position possible while dancing. By the time
they’d finished he’d been more than ready to “put di cocky inna hole.” They'd
barely made it back to the room before tearing each other's clothes off.

    
Ya mon…

    Although
they’d stayed up almost until dawn satisfying their insatiable urges, Marcus
woke after only a couple of hours. He kept such a crazy schedule at the
hospital his body was trained to function on very little sleep. Knowing how
grouchy Aleesha could be if she didn’t get enough rest, Marcus decided not to
wake her yet and had gone to sit on the balcony for about an hour and to enjoy
the calming ambience of the beach.

    
His life had changed so much since he and Aleesha found one another. He never
lost sight of how lucky they were. He was even more psyched because they'd
agreed to start a family. Although they weren't putting pressure on themselves,
they wouldn’t be upset at all if Aleesha conceived their child while they were
here in Aruba.

     
Once the breakfast he ordered was delivered by room service, he’d finally gone
over to the bed to awaken Aleesha. She was sleeping so peacefully, he hated to
disturb her, but this was their last day and he knew she still had a lot of
things on the agenda for them to see, not to mention shopping.

    
He'd carefully pulled the covers back, admiring her naked beauty. For a moment,
he'd contemplated saying to hell with sightseeing and shopping. As far as he
was concerned, they could stay in bed all day.

    
Instead, he'd decided to wake her up in a way that would be pleasing to them
both. He'd softly drifted a hand from her knee to the inside of her thighs,
gently parting them so that he could crawl on the bed and assume the position
that would best let him taste his morning appetizer. When his wet tongue
soothingly licked up one inner thigh then down the other, he heard Aleesha's
swift inhalation of breath followed by a low moan.

    
Damn. Marcus loved that sound she made when she was aroused. It was a cross
between that of an innocent kitten and a ravenous cougar.

    
"Baby..." Aleesha still had opened her eyes yet, but her hand reached
down and pulled him up further to the apex of her thighs. Her lips mouthed the
word 'please'.

    
Obeying the silent request of his hands to open up for him, her legs parted
invitingly for her man. When Marcus pushed them back so that her knees almost
touched her chest, her head slowly moved from side to side on the pillow and
her breathing became labored as she felt his tongue making its way closer to
her spot.

    
Aleesha heard the teasing chuckle that sounded from down there, as if the havoc
being wreaked on her senses was satisfying…and enjoyed. Her hips rose and fell
on the mattress as a moan of anticipation escaped her throat.

    
Closer. Just a little bit closer...

    
Marcus' fingers separated her labia, and moments later, she shivered when she
felt him lightly blow on the liquid heat flowing from the smoldering volcano
he'd built up. She reached down and assisted him by parting her flower petals
even more, issuing an unspoken plea for him to take her
there.

    
Her lashes fluttered but didn’t open. All rational thought disappeared from her
mind as she finally felt her baby's tongue make contact against her opening. He
leisurely licked his way up from the bottom of her pussy to the hood covering
her bud the way a dog would lick a tasty bone it was preparing to crack open
and devour. His tongue scooped inside her pussy and brought back a sample of
her melted cream. The carnal, distinctly masculine sounds that filled the room
were positively lustful.

    
Soft thick lips wrapped around her clitoris, giving it a little suck and
briefly pulling it into the warmth of his mouth before letting go. The movement
was repeated, this time accompanied by the simultaneous flicking of a tongue
over and around it. A rush of air escaped Aleesha as her body literally
trembled from the incredible sensation.

    
Her lids slowly opened as she moved restlessly in time to the rhythmic lashing
of his tongue. Her eyes met Marcus' as he slipped his hands under her butt and
brought her fully to his mouth. With a stiffened tongue, he penetrated her
pussy, thrusting and plunging inside of it. Aleesha's body writhed about on the
bed as Marcus ate her out as if he were partaking in an ‘all you can eat’
buffet piled high with his favorite entrees. He nibbled and licked and tongued
her slowly and thoroughly, like a blind man learning to use Braille with his
tongue instead of his fingers.

    
“Oh, shit baby,” Aleesha panted.

    
Moaning with her, Marcus continued the expert pussy massage, worshipping her
femininity with a single minded determination. He circled around her fleshy nub
before swiping his tongue back and forth over her it again and again until her
inner thighs began to shake and quiver. Aleesha reached down and pushed his
head closer as she grinded and undulated against his mouth, riding his tongue
like a professional equestrian going for first place in a world competition.

    
Aleesha's voice was breathless, as if there was barely enough precious air
making its way to her lungs. She squeezed her eyes tight and dug her
fingernails into her palms as Marcus continued the aggressively erotic assault.
Determination to make her explode was evident in every twisting, tunneling
movement. He manipulated and maneuvered Aleesha at will, bringing her to the
brink of satisfaction then pullin' her back. She begged and pleaded for sweet
release, then turned around and cursed him with words that would make a sailor
blush. The buildup of pressure was intense until he finally hit the button to
detonate take off.

    
“Ughh...!  Ahhhhh…!” Screaming and gasping, she convulsed and jerked about
on the bed. Arching her back, she felt herself tumble over the edge as the
sporadic contractions unmercifully claimed her body like thunder followed by
bolts of lightning.

    
Marcus stayed with her, keeping her in place when she tried to move back and
ease the pressure of his tongue spanking and working her pussy into frenzied
ecstasy. Wave after wave washed over her until she finally experienced the calm
after a blissful storm.

    
Aleesha slowly opened her eyes and watched as he cleaned up the aftermath left
behind from the hyper-climatic ride he’d just taken her on. She was so sated
and satisfied, she practically purred. Marcus gave her one final lick before
lifting his head. His tongue swiped her remaining essence from his lips before
he wiped his mouth. Looking up at her with a knowing twinkle in his eye, he
smiled.

    
"Morning, baby."

    
Now, hours later, Aleesha stood by the hammock, looking down at him
indulgently. "You remind me of the picture on a brochure advertising a
tropical island getaway."

    
Marcus laughed, displaying his beautiful white teeth against his darkened,
pecan brown skin. "Oh yeah?"

    
"Uh huh." Her eyes went over her husband's sexy body sprawled out on
the hammock, shirtless, showing off his muscles which were defined like the
brilliant cuts of a precious diamond. She traced the panther tattoo on his
chest, outlining the bared fangs and dangerous, gold eyes. On his left bicep,
tats of the Chinese symbol for peace and prosperity stood out against his firm,
taut smooth skin. She especially loved the tattoo on his right arm which
spelled out his deceased mother and father's name in fancy, scripted lettering.
She hadn’t told him yet, but she planned on giving their child his parent’s
name. If they had a girl, they’d name her after his mother. A boy, his father.

    
 She lovingly caressed the side of his face. "You are so sexy.
Intelligence, good looks, perfect body, and an extraordinary lover. I'm a
lucky, lucky woman, Dr. Bennett."

    
Marcus lifted her up so that she could lie in the hammock beside him, being
careful so they both didn’t tumble to the ground.  "Mmm. Well, thank
you, Mrs. Bennett. Just so you know, flattery will get you everywhere. "

    
"Oh, that's nothing but truth. It was fate meeting you that day at the
conference. I wasn’t even supposed to attend."