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Chapter 68

RENEE

I
returned to the room with my stomach full. I had thoroughly enjoyed dinner. Like I said before, if I was my mama's age I might have given Pierre some play. But since we are talking fact, not fantasy, Pierre is too old and out of shape for me. At least his breath had been tolerable, and he did get me an invite to the wedding tomorrow. Speaking of, I'm going to have to make a trip across the street tomorrow and see if I can find myself something fly to wear.

I slipped out of my sandals and moved over to the drawer for a swimsuit. Shit, I ain't got shit else to do, so I might as well hang out near the pool. I had just slipped out of my shorts when the phone rang. Groaning, I ignored it because I knew it couldn't be anybody but that worrisome-ass Everton. When Pierre and I came down from dinner, he was standing behind the counter, watching. Purposely I leaned into Pierre and, I kid you not, Everton looked like he wanted to climb over that counter and kick my ass. I just laughed and kept on going. Pierre and I parted in the courtyard.

By the time I had slipped into a red bikini the phone had rung three damn times. That mothafucka is driving me insane! Okay, enough. You know I'm no punk. The phone rang again and this time I spun on my heels and went and answered it.

“I ain't gonna tell yo ass again. Leave me the fuck alone!”

“Hey, Renee, girl, whassup with you?”

“Who is this?” I had an idea who it was but I wanted to be sure.

“It's me, Solomon.”

Right now I had straight attitude and was tempted to cuss his ass out, but I stopped myself because that's what the negro expects me to do and I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. “Oh, hey, whassup?”

He sputtered with laughter. “Is that all you got to say?”

“Yeah, why, whassup?” I said, all nonchalant and shit.

“Damn, you act like you didn't even want to hear from me.”

“How was Kingston?”

“I didn't go. That's what I'm trying to tell you. My grandmother forgot to tell me she had a doctor's appointment until this morning. I spent the day with her.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I know I should have called and I apologize. You forget I don't have a phone at home like you Americans all do.”

Okay, he did have a point.

“Can I see you tonight?”

I took a moment to think about it because I didn't want to appear too eager. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Cool. Meet me outside at ten and bring an overnight bag.”

I hung up the phone, screaming and hollering like a damn fool. Yes! It was on and popping again. My boo hadn't played me after all. Although I am going to have to tell his ass that the next time he needs to cancel he better find a phone even if he has to travel fifty miles to do so.

Chapter 69

RENEE

I
felt like a teenager going out on her first date as I applied my makeup carefully, then searched through the drawer for something sexy to wear that night. After several wardrobe changes, I finally slipped into a white knit racer-back dress that stopped mid-thigh, and paired it with white espadrilles that laced up to my calves. As Solomon had instructed, I packed an overnight bag. Shortly after ten, I strolled away from the hotel.

Let me just say the mood was set. It was a perfect tropical evening with a slight breeze, and I was about to spend the rest of the evening with a man that made my nipples hard. What more could a girl ask for other than a good clit lick, and I was certain I would get that before the night was over.

I found Solomon waiting for me on his bike.

“What's up, beautiful?”

“Hi.” I pressed my lips against his, then darted my tongue in and out of his mouth.

“Damn, baby, I can't wait to get me some.” He climbed off the bike and led me around the side of the hotel. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me some more. I felt him growing hard. Suddenly feeling bold, I reached for the buckle of his pants, freed willy, and dropped to my knees.

I slipped his entire dick into my mouth without blinking. He started making all kind of noises. I then slipped just the tip of his dick inside my mouth and teased it. He moaned and precum drizzled into my mouth. I slid the head out of my mouth, then took the tip of my tongue and ran it through the slit. “Damn, baby!” he moaned as I bathed the head.

My mouth took on a rhythm of its own as it slipped his dick in and out, slowly at first, then the intensity growing with each stroke. I sucked him for a long time, licking all around the shaft, down to his balls, and back again. I love the way a man shudders when I suck him off, because that lets me know that I've got mad skills. When he finally came in my mouth, I felt triumphant.

I spit his juice into the grass, then rose and brushed the dirt from my knees.

Solomon put his dick back in his pants, then reached for his zipper. “Everton was right. You do have skills.”

I stopped wiping my mouth and swung around. “Excuse me?” I know I didn't hear him right.

He gave me a disgusted look. “You heard me. Everton said you were a wonderful fuck. I really thought you were someone special.”

Mothafuck. That bastard had run his damn mouth.

I sucked my teeth. “You can't believe everything you hear.”

“Okay, so then tell me, mon,” Solomon said as he moved all up in my face. “Were you fucking Everton?”

“Hell naw.” You know I'm going to deny that shit to the end.

“So then how does he know about your strawberry?”

Oh, shit, I had forgotten about the small tattoo on my coochie. One year after partying at the club with my girl Danielle, we went to my house, shaved our coochies, and went and got matching coochie tattoos. Shit, I forgot it was even there. Damn, my ass was up a creek without a paddle.

I shrugged. “Okay, so maybe we did fuck, but it was a mistake that happened once.”

He stifled a smirk and gave me a return look that dropped me lower than the soles of his shoes. “That's not the only thing that's a mistake.”

I tried to laugh it off because, damn, I didn't know what to say. “Damn, it's like that?”

He spit on the ground before my feet. “I don't do whores.”

Oh, hell naw! I felt like he had just slapped my ass across the face. After the shock of his comment wore off, I retorted with, “I ain't no ho.”

He chuckled. “I don't know what y'all call it in America, but here in Jamaica women like you are considered whores.”

Before he had a chance to react, I grabbed his balls and held them in a vice-grip hold. “If you call me a ho one more time I'm gonna break this bitch in half!”

He started to say something slick but quickly thought about it and changed his mind. “Okay, okay, I'm sorry.”

I released his dick and pushed him away from me. “You ain't shit.” I had enough of him. Solomon wasn't any different than the rest. I reached down for my bag.

“I can't help the way I was raised. Everton and I have been friends for years. What did you thinkâI wasn't going to find out?”

I glared at him. He was smiling like the shit was funny. “Fuck you, Solomon.”

“You already did that and damn your lips were good.”

I swung my bag and hit him dead across the side of his head.

“Hey, you crazy bitch!”

I swung at him again and he threw up his hands and blocked the blow. Instinctively, I kicked him hard between his legs, then turned and raced up the driveway. He was screaming all kinds of obscenities and calling my ass everything but a child of God.

“Renee, bring your ass back here!”

I ignored him. My back was turned and it was going to stay that way because tears were streaming down my face that I damn sure wasn't going to let him see. I felt so ashamed.

I couldn't go back to the room. The last thing I needed was for them to know I had fucked up. Tears were pouring down my face. I felt like a two-bit whore. What the hell was I doing, thinking I could screw with more than one employee at the same hotel and they would not find out about each other?

After making sure Solomon wasn't following me, I cut around the side of the building and headed toward the beach.

I had really liked Solomon. How could I have been so stupid?

I grabbed a couple of hotel towels near the pool, then moved to a chair on the beach and wrapped them around me.

I sat there feeling sorry for myself. Once again I had gotten wrapped up in a man. I really thought that Solomon and I had made a connection and that we had something that was worth holding on to long after I had returned home. Thanks to Everton the relationship was already over before I had a chance to see where we were headed. I felt cheap. I felt used. Solomon had known long before I had wrapped my lips around his dick that he had no intentions of sharing the evening together. It had just been a way to get back at me. I wouldn't be surprised to discover that someone had been hiding in the bushes videoing the whole thing.

Sleeping with Everton had been a mistake that was obviously going to continue to haunt my ass for the duration of the visit.

“Little lady, what are you doing out here?”

I glanced over my shoulder, scowled, then stared off into the ocean again. “I want to be alone.”

Pierre moved to the chair beside me. “I don't believe you.”

I dragged my knees up to my chest and hugged them close. “Who cares what you think?”

“I hate seeing you so unhappy. You remind me so much of my daughter Benita.” When I didn't bother to answer, he added, “She once told me that I was a good listener.”

“There is nothing to talk about.”

“I don't believe that.” He reached over and cupped my hand. “It's going to be cold tonight. I think you should go in.”

Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “I can't. My roommate has company tonight.”

Pierre rose. “Then come on. You can share my room. I won't bite unless you ask me to.”

Chapter 70

KAYLA

K
ayla took a long hot shower. Her heart was beating so hard she didn't know how she was going to pull tonight off. She asked Clayton to spend the night with her and he had said yes.

She took a deep breath and finally reached down and turned off the water. She then reached for her towel and rubbed off the excess water, then grabbed a bottle of True Star perfumed lotion and rubbed it generously across her body. If she couldn't look good at least she could smell good. She scowled. She was starting that negative mess again. What did Clayton tell her? He liked her just the way she was. All two hundred ninety-five pounds. So, then, what was the problem? The problem was she didn't like herself and as long as she felt that way there was no way she would ever believe hearing it from someone else.

Kayla, now is not the time.
She had a date to prepare for and she was wasting time feeling sorry for herself. It wasn't like she was going on a blind date or something. Clayton already knew exactly what he was getting.

Still wrapped in her towel, she moved into the room and picked up a short lacy piece of lingerie she had found in one of the shops across the street. As soon as she had gotten back from her trip and told Lisa she was spending the night with Clayton, she had grabbed her arm and dragged her to find something sexy to wear. She was shocked to discover they had something not only in her size, but sexy enough that she just might be able to pull the night off.

Kayla slipped the piece of material over her head, then moved to the mirror to fix her hair. There wasn't much to do to her braids except smooth them out with a little styling gel. She then put on a little mascara and took a seat on the bed and waited. They had the entire night. Renee obviously was spending the night with Solomon because she had packed a bag and told her she'd see her in the morning.

Thank goodness for Solomon. As long as he kept Renee occupied, she wouldn't have to worry about her trying to steal her man. However, after tonight, she didn't think she'd have to worry about that possibility any longer. She was going to make sure this was a night Clayton never forgot.

She glanced over at the clock. It was almost midnight. Clayton would be arriving at any minute. Sure enough, she barely had time to relax when she heard a knock at the door. It took her a few second to get the courage to walk across the room and open that door. When she finally did, she wasn't the least bit disappointed.

“Hey.” He was standing there in lightweight shorts, a Jamaican t-shirt they had gotten while at Dunn's River Falls, and a pair of flip-flops. He had the most incredible feet. She expected them to look beat-up, like most athlete's feet; instead his were nice and neat like he spent money on a pedicure.

Stepping aside she allowed him to enter, then closed the door and slowly turned around.

Clayton gave a loud wolf whistle. “Man! Baby, you look good.”

“Thanks,” she said, smiling bashfully.

“Come have a seat.” He took her hand and led her over to her bed, where he took a seat and draped her across his lap. “I missed you.” Kiss.

“I missed you, too.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Kiss. Kiss.

She moaned as his fingers traced her thighs. His kissing her made her all hot and bothered and her heart started pounding so hard she was afraid she was going to hyperventilate. She was spending the night with one of the finest black brothas in America. She was so excited she was shaking inside.

“Let me stop 'fore things get out of hand,” he suggested. “I'm tired. What about you?”

“You? Me. That climb wore me out.” They had each climbed the six hundred foot waterfall. It had been an exhilarating climb through cool waters. However, after a full day in Ocho Rios, she was worn out. She rose and moved to get her bed ready.

Clayton's eyes traveled across the room. “Where's your girl?”

Kayla shrugged. “There's no telling with Renee.”

He chuckled. “That girl is a trip.”

That was putting it mildly. “Yes, she is.”

She reached over and turned out the lamp to hide some of her nervousness. The room was lit by the moonlight outside.

Clayton pulled the covers back, then reached down and slipped off his shirt and shorts and dropped them to the floor. Standing in front of her in red boxers, he looked like a Nubian god. Damn, she couldn't wait to get her lips on his chocolate nipples. The thought made her mouth water.

“What's wrong baby?”

“Nothing.” Except she was nervous as all get-out.

He crooked a finger at her. “Then come here and gimme some.”

Her coochie clenched. “Give you some?”

He chuckled. “A kiss, baby. Gimme a kiss.”

She met him halfway across the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and locked her lips to his. The kiss lasted forever before they ended up on the bed, holding each other.

He just lay there holding her and dropping light kisses around her face and neck. She waited for his hand to travel under her negligee and grope her breasts. She waited for his hand to slide between his leg. But it never happened.
Is he waiting for me?
she wondered.

Kayla had never been bold in her life. She had always allowed the man to run the show. She took a deep breath.
It's now or never.

She rolled on top of him and ran her tongue across his neck slow and sensually, the way it had been done to her. She then raised a shaky hand and rubbed it across his chest and moved down and slid her fingers inside his boxers.

Good Lord, he was hung!

Clayton grabbed her hand. “Yo, hold up.”

She released him just as he flipped her over onto her back.

Kayla suddenly panicked. “I'm sorry. I must have done that wrong. Please, let me try again.” She tried to reach for him again but he held her back.

She was so devastated by his actions tears pushed to the surface.

“Boo, why you crying?” He reached up and wiped her tears away.

He wasn't attracted to her, but as inadequate as she was as a woman, who could blame him. “I'm sorry. I ... I don't know what to say,” she said nervously.

Clayton stroked her cheek. “There is nothing for you to apologize for. If anyone should be apologizing it should be me.”

“Why should you apologize?”

He released a frustrated sigh. “Because I should have told you the truth about me from the get-go.”

Oh, boy, here it goes. Another letdown. She was shocked when he rolled over and pulled her into his arms, resting her head on his chest.

After several long seconds of silence, he finally said, “I'm celibate.”

Her head flew up. “Celibate?”

“I'm afraid so.”

She was confused. “But why?”

“Because I've screwed so many women in my life I've lost count.”

She said “oh” like she understood, when in fact she didn't. She lowered her head back onto his chest as he continued.

“Excuse my French, but I've been getting pussy since I was thirteen years old. I tried to stick my dick in everything I could get my hands on. Then when I made pro I had women falling at my feet. Some nights I slept with two or three women at one time. Then my boy died of AIDS and I got my shit together. I realized that I was playing Russian roulette with my life. So I made a decision not to have sex again until I met a woman I was serious about.”

What he said made her think. Hadn't she been doing the same thing with her own life? Sleeping with one man after another, looking for love in all of the wrong places? And where had it gotten her? Nowhere.

“I want to find my soul mate first. I got a strong feeling about you and me, Kayla.”

He started touching her lightly across the arm, then down her legs and across her back while raining light kisses across her face. The tears started and she couldn't stop because no one had ever treated her like this. No one had ever taken the time to please her. It had always been about him. What he wanted. What he needed. But with Clayton it was different.

“That's it, baby. Let go.”

He ran his tongue down her arm and she thought she was going to go crazy. Then he slid beneath the covers and brought her foot to his mouth. She had read about men that kissed feet, but had never experienced it. It was absolutely everything she could have imagined and more. He slipped her big toe in his mouth, sucked it until she squirmed for him to stop before he moved to the next toe and then the next until he had done all five. He then lightly lowered her leg and gently lifted the other. She felt like she had died and gone to heaven, because it had never been like this with Leroy. He had always been out for self-gratification. She sucked his dick. He never ate her out. He never asked her what pleased her because he was only interested in his own pleasure. Sex had always been about him. And when he busted a nut it was all over. If she hadn't come yet, that was her problem, not his.

But not Clayton. He paid attention to every part of her body, starting at the feet, and slowly worked his way up. He was right. There were other ways to please each other, and he introduced her to every one. When he sucked the backs of her knees she came harder than she ever had in her life. Afterwards, he held her in his arms while her heart rate returned to normal.

“Did you like that?”

She was still trying to catch her breath. “Oh my God, I've never experienced anything like that before.”

“Good. I'm glad to know I was the first.”

“What ... what can I do to make you feel ... you know?”

He planted a kiss on her forehead. “Just keep doing what you're doing.”

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