When Somebody Loves You Back. Mary B. Morrison

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СКАЧАТЬ His cell phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw it was Fancy. Darius silenced the call and turned off the phone with one prolonged press of a button. Easier to lie and say his battery died. Placing his phone on the desk, Darius paused, staring at Ashlee’s purse. He looked at the bathroom door, turned up the television, then rumbled through Ashlee’s bag to retrieve all of her keys except the obviously tagged rental car key. “SUV? HH2…that was her car?” Fumbling, grasping more keys, Darius dropped the keys from his hands inside the purse when he saw a worn picture of Ashlee, little Darius, and himself that was taken at the hospital the day his son was born. The edges were bent with lines creasing the middle, but that was his son. A lump, too big to swallow, formed in his throat. Darius frowned. “Stop trippin’, dog. He’s dead.”

      What type of man would Darius have raised his son to be?

      “What are you doing?” Ashlee asked, standing behind Darius. Water dripped over her nipples. “Give me my purse.”

      “I was trying to get a head start. I was looking for your condoms. You lied. You don’t have any.”

      Turning her back, then holding up a cosmetics case, Ashlee said, “I do.”

      Taking the condom pack, Darius unbuckled his pants, lowered them to his knees, rolled the condom halfway up his shaft before it stopped. Unrolling the condom, Darius dug in his pocket, removed a gold Magnum packet, and covered his dick.

      Darius forced the image of his son out of his mind. “Turn around. I want to fuck you from behind.” What he really wanted was not to look Ashlee in her eyes, or start conjuring feelings for her.

      “No, Darius. I want you to look at me,” Ashlee said, lying missionary style on the comforter.

      Climbing on top of Ashlee, Darius raised her pelvis to his hips, penetrating his head inside a pussy. “Aw, you feel so good.” Not knowing when he’d have sex again, he stoked her long, deep, and slow, pretending he didn’t know her. “Your pussy is so warm, ah, so sweet, and damn so tight.”

      Ashlee whispered, “Your pussy. This is your pussy, Darius. Only yours.”

      The hell it is. Closing his eyes, Darius leaned his head back and pressed his dick as deep as he could inside her. Then he pulled out and commanded, “Turn over.”

      This time Ashlee didn’t refuse. Reentering her from behind, Darius pounded his dick. Quick. Fast. Hard. Faster. Harder. “Aw, shit!” His hips smacked against her ass, which turned redder and redder. “Aw, shit! Cum with Daddy. Cum with me, La-dee—cum with me, damn it!” he yelled, slapping her ass hard so she’d be too busy cumming to question him, almost calling her Fancy’s nickname.

      Ashlee collapsed into the bed. “When was the last time you got some?”

      “You a trip. You don’t wanna know the answer to that,” Darius said, shaking his heads. With his pants around his ankles, he took baby steps, entering the bathroom. Darius snapped off the condom, held it over the toilet, then threw up. “What the hell?” His stomach tightened. “Shit! Man, what kind of pussy was that? Is this payback? Fuck!” he yelled, bellowing champagne and particles from the partially digested tablets into the white porcelain bowl.

      “Damn, I shouldn’t have taken those tablets on an empty stomach.” Darius’s body weakened as he flushed the last of what he’d regurgitated.

      Running warm water in the sink, Darius rinsed his mouth, splashed water on his face, dipped his dick, lathered, rinsed, quickly dried himself off, then exited into the bedroom before Ashlee thought of some more devious shit to do to him.

      Darius pulled up his pants, stretched across the bed on his back, and laid Ashlee’s head on his chest.

      “I want you to get rid of her,” Ashlee sleepily said.

      When would she give up? Rolling his eyes under his lids, Darius felt slightly better but awfully nauseated. “It’s not that simple.” he kissed Ashlee’s forehead.

      “It was when you got rid of me.”

      “Give me some time. I’ve got a lotta things going on right now,” Darius said, stroking Ashlee’s hair. When she didn’t respond, he looked down. Ashlee had fallen asleep. Snooorrreee, lightly whistled from her lips.

      Easing from underneath Ashlee, Darius gently placed a pillow under her head. Digging in his pocket, he tossed five hundred dollars on the table, then quickly scribbled a note that read Take a taxi back to your SUV and never contact me again. Darius quietly fumbled through Ashlee’s tote, removed all of her keys—except the rental car key. He took the family photo of them together, and then tiptoed out of the hotel room.

      Some women never knew when to quit.

      CHAPTER 7

      Darius

      “Oh, wee! A brotha’s feelin’ kinda nice,” Darius said, holding his dick while waiting for the elevator. Mentally he’d willed himself back to health, focusing on the good stuff. “Come on, man before she wakes up.”

      Press. Press. Press.

      Ding!

      “It’s about time.” Darius touched the L button, admiring his handsome smiling face in the mirror.

      The doors opened. “Oh, shit!” Lowering his head, Darius turned his face away from the registration desk. “That nosy chick is still working.”

      “Bye, Mr. Williams. It was my pleasure having you. Do come again,” she said, laughing, returning to her conversation with her coworker. All Darius heard was, “Girrlll, let me tell you about him.”

      How in the fuck was she going to tell somebody about him when all she knew was what she’d read in the newspaper? Women like her were the reason Darius didn’t share his dick with groupies. Retrieving his car from the valet attendant, he proceeded to his original destination before he had been abruptly sidetracked by Ashlee. He’d watch the videos recorded by his hidden cameras of her roaming throughout his house later. No, on second thought, he wouldn’t. Ashlee wasn’t worth him spending that much time tracing her steps, but he’d have every single lock in his home changed immediately. Now that he had her keys to his house and her house, Ashlee would never trespass on his property again.

      Darius drove along the freeway, lowered his window, tossed out Ashlee’s keys. She had no reason to see him again. None. Fucking Ashlee took a dead weight off his shoulders and his dick. Finally, Slugger was momentarily satisfied. In or out of the bedroom, Ashlee didn’t compare to Fancy. Ashlee was his best friend and stepsister since they were kids, so conceivably they might never stop loving one another, but Darius wouldn’t marry Ashlee if she were the only pussy on his jock. Yeah, he was spoiled but whose fault was that?

      Reflecting on his upbringing, Darius thought his childhood was better than most kids’. His mom, Jada Diamond Tanner, was a self-made millionaire all of his life, making him a millionaire the second he was conceived. There was nothing that Darius wanted, didn’t have, couldn’t get, including women. But like most children, he’d taken his mother for granted. That she’d always be there for him no matter what he’d done. This time he’d committed the unthinkable, unimaginable, unbelievable. If God delivered him once, He shouldn’t have to deliver him again. He could. But would He?

      Powering on his cell phone, Darius listened to his messages. “Darius, call me—” СКАЧАТЬ