“No, Malek. You wanna know what’s foul? Foul is getting gonorrhea from someone you care about. Foul is getting accused of giving it to someone who knows they gave it to you. Foul is not even getting an apology from the person who gave it to you. Now that’s foul, Malek. So if you think it’s foul that I won’t sleep with you, then good. That’s exactly what I was trying to get in that thick-ass skull of yours. After what you did to me, you will never put your dick in me again. And I mean never.” He looked away from me and I walked up the stairs to find my daughter and go home to my man.
I wasn’t in the house more than five minutes before I was all over Travis. The second I saw him I wrapped my arms around his neck and tongued him down. I can’t ever remember being that horny in my entire life. If my daughter hadn’t walked in on us, we probably would have ended up doing the nasty right there on the family room floor.
“Mommy, can I have some ice cream?”
“Travis,” I purred seductively, “do me a favor and give Maleka some ice cream and put her to bed. I’m gonna go upstairs and get into something a little more comfortable.” I kissed him as I whispered. “I want you, baby. I want you real bad.”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” he whispered back. “But that sounds like a plan to me. Come on, Maleka.” He headed for the kitchen.
“Hey,” I called, “don’t take too long or I might get started without you.”
He laughed. “You can be such a freak. You know that?”
“That’s why you’re marrying me, isn’t it?” I blew him a kiss and headed for the stairs, thinking naughty thoughts.
When I got to my room, I immediately stripped off all my clothes and slipped into a sheer white Victoria’s Secret teddy. I was about to lie on the bed and wait for Travis when the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Dammmmn, I never expected you to answer the phone.” Every muscle in my body tensed up when I heard Malek’s voice. “I figured you’d be getting your groove on by now.”
I inhaled deeply and tried to keep my composure. I knew I had to get Malek off the line as quickly as possible before Travis walked in the room. If he even thought I was talking to Malek, he’d have a fit. As horny as I was, I did not want to be fighting with Travis tonight.
“What do you want, Malek?” I got up and closed the bedroom door.
“We need to talk.”
‘Talk about what? I said everything I had to say to you at your house, Malek.”
“Well, I didn’t say everything I had to say.”
“Okay, I’ll humor you. What do you have to say?”
“I want joint custody of Maleka. And I want her every weekend. And since you thought you was so slick this afternoon, I want some ass at least once a week.”
“Are you fucking crazy? I ain’t giving you shit.”
“Okay, then. Put Travis on the phone.”
“Travis?” He was making me nervous, but I tried to make light of the situation. “What do you want Travis for? He’s not about to tell me to give you some ass.”
“Just put him on the phone.”
“Well, he’s not here.”
“Then take a message,” he taunted. “Tell him that we need to talk before he goes down the aisle. And make sure you tell him I’ll call him back.”
“Don’t play with me, Malek.”
“No, Shorty. Don’t play with me. You’ve got a lot more to lose.” I hated to let him get the last word, but Travis walked in the room, so I hung up.
“Who was that on the phone?” Travis walked over and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Oh, it was nobody. Just a wrong number. Did you put Maleka to bed?”
“I sure did; now it’s time to put my other girl to bed. He lifted me up and I kissed him as he carried me to the bed.
28
“Oh, Travis! Yes, baby! Yes! Don’t stop! I’m almost there! Give it to me, boo! That’s it! Please don’t stop!”
Stephanie was on top of me, doing her thing. I mean, damn, she was doing her thing. She was jumping up and down on me like I was a trampoline and she was a world-class gymnast.And from the sounds of her screaming, she must’ve been having the time of her life. I just didn’t understand why she was so worried about me stopping. Shit, she was the one doing all the work. To be honest, I was half asleep. This was our third round since she’d come home from the funeral, and I was dog-tired. I mean, it was nice that she wanted to make love and all, but damn. Three times on a work night was a bit much.
“wsaaaeaaa!”
I cringed when I heard the baby crying. Now I knew I wasn’t gonna get any sleep.
“waaaasea!”
“Steph. Steph! Stephaniel”
“What?” she whined, still gyrating on top of me.
“The baby’s crying.”
“Damn it.” She looked over at the crib. “Let him cry, Travis.” She ground her hips into mine. “I’m almost there.”
“Waaaaaaa!”
“Steph, get the baby,” I told her sternly.
“No, Travis! I’m gettin’ ready to come.” She started to move faster.
“Waaaaaaaa!”
I looked over at the crib, and there was my son, T. J., staring me in the face. He was crying loud enough to wake up the entire south side of Richmond. Just looking at my little boy’s face covered with tears was anything but a turn-on. I lost my hard-on in a matter of seconds.
“Stephanie, get the damn baby!” I grabbed her hips to stop her from moving.
“I’ma kill your ass, T. J.!” She glared at him, but that didn’t stop T. J. He was quiet for about five seconds before he started again in full force.
“Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaaaa!”
I pushed her off of me and got out of bed to get my son.
“What’s up, little man?” I put his pacifier in his mouth and took him out of the crib. His screams had subsided to little sobbing breaths, but his body was still trembling. I kissed his forehead.
“Gimme my baby. He’s probably wet.” Stephanie snatched a Pamper off the top of the dresser and walked over to the crib. I handed T. J. to her and she laid him down on the changing table. I lay down on the bed as I watched her changing my son. His little temper tantrum was over now. She was singing a lullaby to calm him down. He even smiled when she handed him his bottle.
Now I was fully awake. And with the baby comfortably settled in his crib, Stephanie’s naked body definitely had my attention. She knew it, too. She stood overT. J.’s crib, singing him to sleep, swaying those lovely hips of hers in my direction the whole time. As soon as the baby fell asleep, she crawled on the bed and gave me a sexy smile and a kiss.
“Think we can finish what we started?”
“Damn, woman, you trying to kill me or something? Haven’t you had enough,?” I whispered jokingly.
“No, you’re just irresistibly sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Well, if you put it that way, I’d love to give you some. The only problem is, I didn’t realize I was coming home to a nymphomaniac. I only bought a three-pack of condoms this afternoon.”
“Don’t worry. I got some condoms.” She ran over to her purse and brought back a box. Within seconds, she’d slipped one on and slid down on me. But before we could get into a groove, we were interrupted by the phone.
“I’ll get it.” I reached for the phone, but before I could get it, Stephanie jumped off me and snatched the receiver from the night table. I had wanted to answer the phone because we’d had a few wrong numbers the past couple of hours. I thought I’d explained to her that if they heard a male voice they might stop calling. But I guess she didn’t understand me.
“Hello?” Stephanie answered. “I’m sorry. I told you before you have the wrong number. Please don’t call here again.” She hung up.
“Give me the phone,” I ordered.
She handed it to me reluctantly and I placed it on my night table.