Talk a Good Game (3 page)

I held my breath and tried to ignore how good his
fingers felt caressing the back of my hand.

“
Nyree, I
—”

“
What Rock? What do you want?” I
cut him off with a little attitude. Mostly because I was mad at
what I was feeling.

“
If
you
’
d let me finish...,” he began. “I
came over here to tell you, after the wedding, I asked Regina for a
divorce.”

My breath stalled and I stared him
dead in the eye. I couldn’t believe I was hearing the words I’ve
been waiting months to hear. I searched his expression trying to
see if he was just running game, but his eyes were soft and
sincere.

“
Say something,” he prompted with
a small insecure smile. I couldn’t believe he was nervous but it
was written all over his face.

I gave a soft laugh.
“
I
don’t
know what to say.” And I didn’t.
Hell, do you know how long I waited to hear those words?

Rock smiled brightly.
“I
’
m hoping you
’ll
say you
’
re willing to take a mothafucka
back.”

I was ready to jump into his arms,
but it was taking everything I had to keep my ass planted on that
sofa. “How do I know you ain’t lying?” I said taking a deep
breath.

I guess he saw the skepticism in
my eyes, because Rock brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Because if you
’ll
let me, I plan on waking up in
your bed in the morning.”

Oh snap!
I was grinning like a damn fool. Rock never stayed the night.
I mean never. He might have stayed until one or two in the morning,
but he always went home to Regina.

“
I love you and I want to start
making it up to you.”

“
I don’t
know what to
say.”

“
Say you love me. Tell me it isn’t
too late for us.”

I met his lips halfway and he kissed me like a
starving man and I was prime rib.

“
Oooh! Baby, wait a
minute.”

He pulled back and looked
confused. “What
’s
wrong?”

“
I
’
m all sweaty. Let me run and take
a shower.”

“
Babe for what?
I
’
m about to get you all sweaty
again.” He tried to reach for me, but I pushed hard against his
chest. There was no way in hell I was about to let him get some
with me smelling like a wild animal. I hadn’t had any from him in
almost a month and nothing was stopping me tonight from feeling
them lips on my clit.

“
I’ll be right back. I promise,” I
said, pleading with my eyes for him to hold on. “Watch TV or
something.” I tossed the remote at him then dashed upstairs into
the bathroom and turned on the water. By the time the water was
hot, I had peeled off my sweaty clothes and was climbing in the
stall. I was cheesing and got a mouthful of water but I didn’t
care. I was just glad to have my man back. I lathered up, then
glanced down at my kitty and noticed I had a bush. There was no way
he was going down with my kitty looking like Grizzly Adams. I
stepped out, grabbed my razor and gave her a quick haircut, then
climbed back in and lathered her. By the time I made it into my
bedroom, Rock was already undressed and lying across the bed
butt-ass naked, looking delicious.

“
Damn baby, get on over here.” He
swung his legs off the side of the bed and signaled for me to come
closer.

I was grinning like an idiot as I
sauntered up to him, titties and ass jiggling with every step until
I was standing between his legs. “Yes? What do you need?” I joked
like I didn’t have a clue.

“
How about I show you.”

My knees practically buckled when he held onto my
waist, tugged me close, then took my nipple into in his mouth.

Oh damn, that felt good. Rock sucked deeply, drawing
my nipple between his lips. My legs shook and I had to hold on to
keep from falling.

“
You like that, don’t you?” His
eyes were dark with lust.

“
Yes.” I was breathing
hard.

Rock finally released me, growled playfully, and
then pulled me laughing, onto the bed with him. I rolled onto my
back, my head falling onto the pillow. Rock straddled me with his
thighs on either side of my hips. I knew what he was looking
at.

“
I missed them titties.” His hands
latched on then he squeezed and rolled my sensitive nipples between
his fingers.

“
Ooh baby!
” I moaned in
delight and arched up against him. My kitty was aching to be
stroked. I frantically worked at his belt and zipper. “Take these
off.” We could save the foreplay for another
time.

He cocked his head to the side.
“Damn, you must really miss this dick.” His confident ass was
grinning as he rolled over and removed his pants and boxers. As
soon as his Johnson sprung free, I released a long slow breath.
Long, thick and slightly curved, yet it always hit my
spot.

“
See how bad I want you,” Rock
said, climbing on top of me. “When he ran his tongue along my neck
and down to my nipples, heat and need throbbed through my body.
“Spread your legs for me,” he said in that sexy voice of
his.

My horny ass did exactly as he asked while he
dropped down off the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor. He
then grabbed my ankles and dragged me down to meet his tongue. The
first long lick had me purring like a kitten and the second nearly
sent me through the ceiling.

“
Yes, Rock. Just
like that,” I moaned and grabbed his head, holding him in place. No
way was he going anywhere before I came. Sure enough, my hips began
to move meeting the rhythm of his mouth. “
Ooooh, yesss!
” Within minutes a scream ripped from my throat. His tongue
continued to stroke me until my legs collapsed on the
bed.

“
You good?
” he asked as if
he didn’t already know.

I was breathing heavily. “Yeah,
now get up here.”

I slid up on the bed and waited until Rock removed
the plastic foil from his wallet. I loved watching my man roll a
condom on his Johnson.

He caught me peeking and grinned
“You want this, don’t you?”

I nodded, thinking about his
crooked dick tickling the roof of my kitty. “
Yes, I do.
”

“
Show me just how much you want
me.”

No problem. I spread for him,
slick and ready, and held my arms open, inviting him to take his
rightful place between my thighs. He got into position, then locked
his gaze, as he raised my hips toward him. Rock entered me slowly,
inch by rigid inch. At first, he kept his strokes slow, pulling
almost completely out before burying himself deep within me once
again. Rock obviously was trying to draw out the pleasure. But, he
didn’t have any luck at delaying the inevitable.

“
Fuck me, dammit!
”

Rock picked up speed, plunging into me, the slap of
skin almost as loud as the moans escaping my mouth.

“
Nyree!
” He cried,
thrusting into me over and over with pent up frustration. Waves of
pleasure consumed my body again. The exact moment I came, his mouth
came down over mine with a hunger that sent me spiraling out of
control and crying out his name.

“
Rock, yesss!”

When Rock finally collapsed on top
of me, I wrapped my arms around him and sighed. While I waited for
my breathing to slow, a thought came to mind. Now that I had
him—now that Rock was mine—it didn’t
feel
quite as
satisfying as I had hoped it would be.

JANELLE

“
Penny, you put the sign out
front?” I asked and waited for an answer.

“
Yes.
It
’s
out there with today
’s
special.”

I nodded and was pleased at how well the morning was
going. Damn, I loved my job! I strutted through the restaurant
making sure each table had been cleaned and place settings were on
point. Everything was fabulous of course.

I owned FoxTrot, a chic restaurant that served
southern cuisines without all the saturated fats. Folks traveled
for miles to taste my peach cobbler and raved about my chicken and
dumplings. Not that I expected any less.

Cooking recipes that have been in
my family for generations and opening my own restaurant had always
been a dream of mine. Now look at me. I’ve been nominated
for
Restaurant of the Year
and I was confident that award was
mine.

I strutted in six-inch heels to
the kitchen and immediately the scent of collard greens with smoked
turkey legs ruffled my nose. As much as I loved food I don’t know
how I managed to keep this body looking so good.

“
How
’s
things going back here?” I
asked Mimi, my head chef.

She was stirring a pot of
black-eyed peas when she looked up and smiled.
“Everything
’s
fine.
”

“
That
’s
what I like to hear. Jamie, I
hope you
’
re not burning the cornbread
again.”

“
No cuz,
” he said with a
groan, then moved over to one of the ovens and removed a beautiful
golden brown loaf.

“
Now
that
’s
what I
’
m talking
‘
bout.” I winked
at my second cousin. He got a felony conviction at eighteen for
robbing a convenience store. After serving two years I gave him a
chance when no one else would. He
’s
still a
knucklehead and I know I
’
m hard on him, but
that
’s
because I want him to want to
be better.

“
All right
y
’
all. We open in less than an
hour.” I waved, then left the kitchen and moved down the hall to my
office. As soon as I stepped in I grinned. The room was all about
me. Pink and cream. From the walls to the pink chaise I kept in the
corner near the window. This was my escape when the days got long
and the nights even longer.

I moved behind my desk and logged
onto my computer. I usually advertised in
Wednesday
’s
newspaper and I had yet to send
this week
’s
special engagement to the
editor. Friday we always featured a live band. And this week was
the Hump Band, a local favorite. I logged into my email and I
noticed a message from Blackfolksmeet.com. My painted lips curled
at the notification that I had three flirts and one personal
message in my box. Flirts just means someone likes what they see.
As a diva, I didn’t expect any less. It also meant they were too
damn cheap to subscribe to the site, so they weren’t able to send a
personal message. Since I had a few minutes before the crowd would
start coming through the door, I quickly logged onto the site to
take a closer look. Three clicks later, I discovered two of the men
flirting were straight up busters. But the third sounded
interesting.

Hey FoxTrot. You’re sexy as hell.
I’m not into head games either. If you want a real man then hit me
back.

I clicked onto his picture and stared at him for
several seconds.

“
Janelle, we still have that big
catering order for Saturday?” My cousin said as she appeared
outside my door.

“
Yep.” I
gestured with my hand for April to come here.
“What
’s
he look like to you?” I waited
while she maneuvered her wide hips around my desk and looked
closely at the screen.

“
Sexy, but he looks
mean.”

“
That
’s
the same thing I was thinking.”
Jaguar22 as he called himself was golden-brown, with a close
cropped haircut, light brown eyes and a salt-n-pepper goatee. I
loved a man with pretty teeth. Yet even smiling he looked mean as
hell.

Her chocolate eyes narrowed
suspiciously. “Whadda you on? One of them Internet dating
sites?”

“
Uh-huh. Ronnie hooked me up with
it.”

April moved in for a closer look.
“
Hmmm, I
don’t
know about him, cuz. You might wanna
pass on that one.”

“
Yep.
That
’s
what I was thinking.” Although
there was something about him I found intriguing. Lord knows I
hated a man who was like an open book.

“
Who else they got on that
site?”

I clicked the mouse and scrolled through every man
who had visited my personal ad. There were a couple that looked
good enough to eat and several creature features.