Authors: Brenda Hampton
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #African American, #Urban
Naughty by Nature (19 page)
“Just touching me makes you tick,” I asked.
“No, but tasting you does.”
His ticks got louder as he lowered himself and opened me up wider with the tip of his curled tongue. He circled it around my clit and placed his thick fingers inside to juice me even more. As he worked me so well, it quickly came to an end when he vibrated my insides. I could never contain myself when he loved my insides, and he was so much better at oral sex than Jaylin. I backed away from the feeling, but my legs had goosebumps and trembled.
“You all right,” he said.
“I am fine. You just gotta let me, you knowâcool out after that. Besides, you made my body quiver. And even though your mouth ticked, I didn't make your body quiver.”
“Is that what you think,” he said. He got on his knees and stretched his jockey shorts down so I could see his pipe. It plopped out and revealed his juices. “Every time I go between your legs, I let go. When I close my eyes, usually, I'm bringing myself down.”
“But you never say anything. You don't flinch, you don't moan, you don't scream, nothing.”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“Yeah, say something. I need to know how good my pussy is. I can't tell with you trying to play it down like it ain't do you no justice.”
He crawled up to me. “Aw, don't you worry your pretty li'l self about that. Yo shit, girl!” he yelled. “Make a man wanna fu . . . make love all day long! I can't eat, sleep, drink, work, or go to the bathroom without thinking about it. Just make sure you stay well within my reach, all right?”
“You can leave your thoughts about me out of the bathroom. If you do that, I promise to be at your beck and call so you can make love to me whenever or however you want.”
Shane promised to take me up on my offer, after he finished his workâhe had gotten so busy with it. I told him I'd catch up with him later and left to go spend some time with Mackenzie.
I was on cloud nine leaving Shane's house. Before going home, I stopped by Jay's to check on things. When I pulled up, I was surprised to see three police cars outside. I hurried out of my car and noticed my windows had been spray painted. From what I could see, the words bitch and ho were not only on my windows, but on the frame work as well. I panicked and ran up to one of the officers.
“When did this happen?” I asked. “Who did this?”
“Ma'am, move out of the way. We're trying to conduct business.”
“I'm the owner. My name is Scorpio Valentino.”
“Miss Valentino, we've been trying to get in touch with you for about an hour. One of my officers drove by and noticed your place had been vandalized.”
“Is anything missing?”
“I'm not sure. You'll have to go inside and see for yourself.”
I took a deep breath and went inside. As I looked around, nothing seemed to be missing. I went back to my office and opened my safe. My money was still there, so it was obvious that this was another opportunity for somebody to get at me through vandalism. I told the police exactly what I thought and mentioned my tires being slashed the other day. This time, I gave Spencer's name, as I seriously thought he might have something to do with it, especially after how I played him. I was sure he was upset with me, and he wasn't about to let things die down.
The police stayed for awhile, checking for fingerprints. First, I called Leslie to check on her and the kids, and then I called Shane to tell him what happened. He said he'd be right over to help so I waited for him to come.
SHANE
20
F
elicia was getting carried away with the shit. I called Davenports, and since she didn't answer, I left a message for her to call me back. I figured she was even more upset since McCalla and I had worked out the details about canceling my partnership with Davenports, and this kind of shit was right up her alley.
elicia was getting carried away with the shit. I called Davenports, and since she didn't answer, I left a message for her to call me back. I figured she was even more upset since McCalla and I had worked out the details about canceling my partnership with Davenports, and this kind of shit was right up her alley.
By the time I reached Jay's, Scorpio was outside talking to an officer. She looked highly upset and I walked up to comfort her.
“Why does this keep happening?” she asked while hugging me. “I think I know who's responsible.”
“You do,” I said. “Did you tell the police?”
“Yes, I did. And I'm about to go to the courthouse to get a restraining order against him.”
“Who is him?”
“This guy named Spencer. He delivers the mail at Jay's and I've been seeing him off and on. I kind of played him, and ever since then, he's been on a roll.”
I wasn't sure if Scorpio was barking up the wrong tree or not. “Have you been home yet?”
“No.” She sounded frustrated.
“Well, go handle your business at the courthouse. After that, go home and chill out for awhile. Let me take care of this mess. I got a friend who can fix you up in no time.”
Scorpio took her arms from around me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I'm sure.”
“Thanks a lot, Shane.”
We walked to her car, and then she gave me the keys to Jay's and left. I went inside and talked with the officer about my speculations. Unfortunately, he couldn't do much without proof, so Felicia was off the hook for now. The officer left, then I called Craig to see if he could come by and take care of the windows for me. He said he'd come by to give me an estimate within the next hour or two.
I searched for something that might help remove some of the spray paint off the windows. During my search, my phone vibrated. I reached for it clipped to my jeans and looked at the number. It was Felicia.
“What is your problem?” I asked.
“I don't have one, but you do. I'm suing you for taking business away from Davenports that I helped you with. If you have anything else to say to me, you need to talk to my attorney.”
“Do as you please and I've already talked to Frick. I mentioned the Mayor's Group to him and he said it's up to them who they want to go with. You can't be mad if Alexander & Company was their choice.”
“Alexander & Company my ass! I know Jaylin's got his hands in the pot somewhere, doesn't he? The only reason you're doing this is because of him. I show you a fucking CD and you go ballistic. This could have worked out between us, but noooo, you had to goâ”
I could tell she was about to cry as her voice kept cracking. “Felicia, calm down, all right? This ain't no big deal. It was time to move on and Jaylin didn't have anything to do with it. Your attitude and the way you treated our partnership is what tore us apart.”
“I told you I was sorry.”
“Well, sorry just don't get it all the time.”
“It should, especially when you know how hard it is for me to admit I'm wrong. And, I was wrong, okay? You've heard me say it, so come back to Davenports and work this out with me.”
“No can do. I accept your apology, but it's best that we leave things as they are.”
“I gave you a chance and I guess we'll be competitors. I promise to steal every building contract from underneath your nose.”
“You can't steal it if you ain't better than me. And, you know for sure, you can't touch my creativity with a ten foot pole.”
“Bullshit. I'm going to prove to you what I'm capable ofâyou'll see.”
“I hope you ain't capable of cutting tires and spray painting buildings.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I know you don't like Scorpio, and if you're the one responsible for vandalizingâ”
Felicia laughed. “Are you telling me that somebody is out to get your bitch? Is that what you're saying?”
“Watch your mouth. I'm sayingâI hope you ain't responsible for what's going on over here.”
“Shane, listen, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. I don't have time to deal with Scorpio's issues. She caused me much wasted time in the past and I'll be damn if I let anything about her consume me. Whoever is doing something to her, more power to them. It ain't me.”
“I gotta go, alright?” I truly didn't want to hear her bash Scorpio again.
“Why? 'Cause your feelings are hurt? Every time I say something about her, you get so bent out of shape. You know it's because I speak the truth. She's a whore, a tramp, and a skeeza. She is going to take your heart and stomp all over it. You thought what I did was bad, but just wait. I've warned you and you can do sooooooooo much better.”
“Felicia, shut up. I told you before that I don't want to hear it, didn't I?”
“Okay, fine, but can we meet for dinner this evening? I want to clear up a few things with Davenports and wish you well with Alexander & Company. Frick said it might be a good idea for us to reconcile our differences.”
“I don't know if I'll have time to meet you yet. I'll call you later.”
“Don't forget. If you forget, I'm calling you. We really need to get some things squared away, all right?”
“Alright,” I said, and then hung up.
I stood for a moment and thought about Felicia. Maybe she wasn't the one responsible. Scorpio said she knew who it was and I definitely knew how far some men would go over some pussy.
Craig came by and gave me an estimate to paint the frame work and clean the windows. He said he could come back later, as long as someone would be here. I called Scorpio to see what time she would be back.
“I want to spend some time with Mackenzie today. She misses me, and with all that's been going on, I don't know what Spencer is after. I'm kind of afraid.”
“Just take all the time you need. I'll stay here and whenever you get finished, come on back. Trust me, you have nothing to be afraid of, especially if you're with me.”
“Thank you. And if you have something to do, I can always call Bernie. She'll be more than happy to stay there until your friend gets finished. How much is he charging me anyway?”
“A whopping one thousand, four hundred, and fourteen dollars. He gon' take care of the paint job and your windows, too.”
“I knew it would be expensive. I have about a grand in a safe in my office. If you wouldn't mind giving him the rest until I get there to repay you, I'd appreciate it.”
“I got you covered. I already paid him.”
“Shane, no. I can afford to pay for my own stuff. Besides, Spencer is going to reimburse me for everything. I'll make sure of that.”
“Scorpio, you need to stay away from that fool. Did you get a restraining order?”
“Yes, I sure did. And I already called and told him about it.”
“What did he say?”
“He's still in denial. Pretending as if he don't know what I'm talking about. And the sad thing is, I really can't,” she paused.
“Can't what?”
“I don't know if he's the one responsible. Something inside of me is saying he's not the one.”
“Well, why don't you hire a private detective to check things out for you? At least, that way, if he's responsible, you'll have some evidence to put him in jail.”
“I just might do that. In the meantime, I'll see you later.”
“Later, pretty lady.”
“I love it when you call me that.”
“I call it as I see it. Now, get off this phone and go handle your business so you can hurry back to me. I miss your butt already.”
“Dang, already?”
“Yep. And I hate it, too.”
“Why is that?”
“Because it's the first sign of being in love.”
Scorpio was quiet. “Why would you hate being in love?”
“Because it ain't no fun being in love by yourself.”
“No it's not, but just know that I miss you too, okay?”
I snickered. “See ya later.”
“Bye,” she said, and hung up.
I closed my phone and clipped it back on my jeans. At this point, I really wasn't sure how I felt about Scorpio, but I knew my feelings were strong. More so, I knew I hadn't felt this way about any woman I'd been with for a long, long time.
Craig was back in no time. While he handled his business, I went back to Scorpio's office to chill. She had a plasma TV on the wall so I turned it on and sat back in her chair. After flipping through the channels, nothing interested me so I found myself getting a tad bit nosy. I opened her desk drawers, and the first thing I saw was a cracked picture of Jaylin. I chuckled a bit and figured she must have thrown it against the wall or something. As I searched further, I came across a blue notebook that clear as day had My Daily Journal written on the front. I opened it and saw many pages of written entries. I wanted to read it, but I couldn't. I hesitated a bit, and then put it back in her drawer.
I tapped my fingers on her desk, and I couldn't help but have a quick change of heart. I got up to lock the door and hurried back over to her desk to get the journal. I tapped it against the palm of my hand, deciding if this was something I wanted to do. Finally, my mind was made up as I walked over to the couch to take a seat.
I opened the journal to the first page, and it started with the day Jaylin left her. Even though she'd explained to me how she felt, there it was in black and white.
I feel as if I'm losing my mind. I love him more than life itself. I don't want to live without him.
There are times where she circled her tears that must had fallen on the pages. I felt so bad for her, but I was so into it that I had to go on.
Finally, I allowed myself to meet a man. His name is Andre. He's adorable, but he's nothing like my Jaylin. I hadn't had sex in awhile, so I gave myself to him at his office today. It was just okay for me, but afterwards, something funny happened. I wanted to run like hell and cry. So, I did. He's been calling me like crazy, but I've already given him the big X. So . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Next.
As I read on, Scorpio wrote about one man after the next. Same story, different day. She hadn't kept a stable relationship for more than three weeks. I flipped through several pages until I saw Spencer's name. At this point, it seemed as if he'd been around for awhile, just as much as Maxwell. She complained royally about the size of Spencer's dick, but said he was, at times, good company. As for Maxwell, it was obvious that she was feeling something for him. She wrote good things about him and said if he wasn't married, maybe things would be different. According to her journal, he was sexing her quite often. Mostly at hotels, but they'd been doing it in awkward places like, at the movies, in the elevator, in a bathroom stall, at the park, in his office, in her office, damnâeven at a nightclub? Reading this shit was kind of pissing me off, but of course, I continued.
By now, the memories of Jaylin were starting to affect her again. I skip through a few more pages and she wrote that she was in desperate need to see him so she contacted me. Her getting in touch with me and finding out that he was coming to town was the best thing that happened to her all year. I read on and found out what she thought of me during dinner.
Shane gave me all the information I needed. If I know Jaylin like I think I do, I'm sure he'll stay for Shane's cousin's party and I'll be waiting. Since Shane informed me Lady Ice would be the entertainment, I plan to contact her and make arrangements to rain on their parade. As for ole Shane, he's looking even better these days. I might have to put him on my “to-do” list, but we'll see.
I skipped through several more pages and was truly shocked by what I saw next.
They both looked like sad puppies. I was in control and they knew it. If I had my way, I would have fucked them both. The thought of being between them, and both fucking me, can't stop crossing my mind. I'd want Jaylin's lengthy hard meat inside of me and Shane's tongue to turn me out. He was a master at eating pussy and my memories won't let me forget. I've got to make this threesome happen, I just have to. Especially, after feeling Shane's dick touch me today. It was so smooth and I couldn't believe how thick it was. Had a head on it that would surely wet my walls. Had Jaylin not been staring at me, I would have put Shane inside of me and fucked his brains out. I knew he wanted me . . . I could tell. Either way, I couldn't go wrong. Jaylin and Shane? It was any woman's dream come true.
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