The Game Never Ends. Zaire Crown

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      This was what had attracted her to Marcus from the very beginning: their chemistry. The way they played with each other and slipped one another; for Tuesday it was like being with her best friend. Lately he had been withdrawn, and she could still tell something was weighing on him, but none of that had taken away his appeal. Tuesday was still absolutely crazy about him.

      Growing up she had been that light-skinned girl who always crushed harder on the darkest boys. Marcus was a well-built six-foot-three with skin the color of Hershey bar chocolate. He stayed clean-shaven other than a thin mustache and goatee. Healthy living and exercise made him appear ten years younger than his forty-four.

      Marcus slid his hands up her skirt but when he went in for a kiss, Tuesday turned away from it.

      “Boy stop. What if Dani come back in here? Plus, why you wanna kiss me if I’m such a horrible punishment?” It was a clever diversion. Tuesday had just been with Shaun and wasn’t so dirty as to kiss her husband with another bitch’s pussy on her lips.

      She wanted him but needed the opportunity to clean up first. So when she said, “I’m going to take a shower,” it was an invitation for him to join her.

      Her husband looked suspicious. For a long moment he just stared at her, his eyes narrowed. Then he said, “You ain’t slick muthafucka. I know why you don’t wanna kiss me.”

      Tuesday’s heart suddenly shifted from first to fifth gear. Her mouth went dry and it seemed harder to breathe.

      “I know you been in there eatin’ my damn cookies,” he said through a smirk. “Esperanza make those just for me. Everybody know how I feel ’bout my walnut chocolate chip joints.”

      “I’m sorry bae,” she said after a relieved gasp. She covered her mouth as if embarrassed. “I only got you for a few of ’em.”

      He shook his head. “Yo’ greedy ass.”

      She grabbed his dick and massaged it through the thin nylon shorts. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you how greedy I really am.”

      “Go on up. Just let me knock out the rest of this chapter.”

      Tuesday snatched the book. “I got something more important I need you to knock out.”

      “C’mon bae, I’ll meet you up there in twenty minutes.” There it was again, that far-off look flashed within his warm brown eyes.

      Tuesday could feel his stiffness in her hand so she knew he wanted to fuck, but she returned his book also knowing the time he required had nothing to do with his interest in the Roman emperor.

      Tuesday didn’t press him about it because she wasn’t trying to spoil the mood. Instead, she tried to tempt her man with the one thing she knew had always been his weakness.

      The only bonus to gaining so much baby weight was that a lot of it had gone to her husband’s favorite places. Tuesday always had a fat ass but the pregnancy had basically given her a free butt augmentation without the surgery or silicone.

      Working out with Shaun had helped to shed the excess around her stomach while toning the addition to her hips and thighs. The result was a slender waist with an all-natural booty as plump and round as two basketballs: Marcus’s kryptonite.

      Her tight skirt accentuated her curves, and when she stood directly in front of him, she made a show of picking up her shoes by slowly bending over right in his face. Tuesday twerked a little bit and made her ass bounce like Jell-O.

      He smacked it. “You know you gone pay for that right?”

      “Whatever. Just read yo’ book, nerd.” Tuesday strutted off, putting plenty of extra swing in her hips. Before leaving the room, she looked back to catch him staring.

      Tuesday smiled to herself. She hoped she had just cut that twenty-minute wait in half.

      Chapter Four

      Upstairs, Tuesday stopped by the nursery to look in on her baby girl. Tanisha was sleeping peacefully with a thumb in her mouth. Physically Tuesday saw so much of herself and Marcus in their daughter; however, it amazed her that at two years, eleven months, Tanisha had already developed a personality distinct from either of theirs. Tuesday just watched her sleep for a while then tiptoed out through the minefield of toys scattered over the floor.

      Marcus had warned her to give Danielle some space, but Tuesday felt what she had to say couldn’t wait.

      Danielle’s room was heaven for a nine-year-old girl. She had an army of plush dolls and stuffed animals as well as a huge LCD television with an assortment of the latest games. In the corner was a six-foot play maze in the shape of a castle that Danielle could crawl into whenever she felt like playing princess. She also had a saltwater aquarium with tropical fish and a cage for her pet ferret.

      Growing up in Detroit, Tuesday had shared a bed with her mother for most of her childhood, and had to sleep on the couch whenever her mother had company, which was often. She didn’t get her own room until she was thirteen and it wasn’t a fraction of the size of Danielle’s. The only amenities were a twelve-inch black and white TV, a twin-sized bed supported by milk crates, and piss-stained sheets hanging as curtains. All she could claim for pets were the rats and roaches that came standard with every rundown flat her mother moved them to.

      Tuesday was happy that her daughters would never know the struggle but was also a little envious. She spoiled the girls as much as Marcus and sometimes worried over that.

      Danielle had a full-sized bed with pink lace and flouncing to continue the princess motif. She was lying on her stomach in her school uniform, hair split into twin pigtails with large spiral curls. Unlike her sibling, Danielle carried none of Tuesday’s or Marcus’s features. Each year Tuesday watched her grow into a more beautiful young lady, but one whose origins were a mystery.

      She studied from a tablet; next to it was a thick open textbook on spherical trigonometry. When Tuesday sat on her bed, Danielle turned and faced the wall.

      “Dani, I know I missed your competition tonight and I know you mad at me. I’m sorry if you feel like I let you down.”

      Danielle had always been a bright girl but about a year back her teachers observed an extremely high aptitude for science and mathematics, prompting Marcus to have her placed in advanced classes. She had become the star of her school’s academic team that competed against other prep schools in Jeopardy-style quiz battles.

      Tuesday continued: “But being mad don’t give you no excuse to disrespect me. The way you treated me downstairs wasn’t cool and I’m not havin’ that. D’you understand?”

      Danielle lay on the opposite side of the bed quiet and still. She seemed to be just waiting for Tuesday to leave.

      Tuesday didn’t appreciate being ignored. “Girl, you hear me talkin’ to you! You don’t get to disrespect me, Dani. Ever!” It was the fiercest tone she had ever taken with her stepdaughter. “Now tell me you understand!”

      Danielle never looked back at her. “I understand. I’m sorry, Tabitha.”

      That was a low blow and Tuesday felt it. A little more than three years back she had come into Danielle’s life as Tabitha Green, but they had СКАЧАТЬ