Baby, You're the Best (21 page)

CHAPTER 48

Spencer

 

 

 

T
he sexy sound of a single fingernail pecked three times on my door.

A rat-a-tat-tat followed. I placed my right eye to the peephole. Did she ever have an off day? Licking my lips, I admired the halter clinging to her firm tits. Her cleavage sparkled with glitter. Some of the sparkles had gotten on my shirt earlier. I liked that, so much that I’d put the same clothes on after I just got out of the shower.

The last time I’d left her standing outside my door, I was tempted to let her in. Let her suck me off the way she’d done in her mother’s kitchen. I’d made the correct decision that time. Although I was pissed at Blake, it wasn’t right to fuck her daughter. I could do the morally correct thing and leave Alexis standing on the other side of my door.

“You done watching me, Domino? I can feel you staring,” she said, sliding her tongue out of her mouth.

Her tongue was a pretty shade of pink. Clean. Bet both sets of lips were soft and sweet. Her closed-lip smile mirrored mine. I loved Atlanta women. Most of them were tasty chocolate, darker than me. I wasn’t that red brotha. I was a shade or two tanner. My skin was that cocoa color.

I let her in. Soon as I shut the door, she put her purse on the bench, pushed me against the wall. Shoved her tongue into my mouth, suctioned my tongue into hers. Abruptly she stopped. Stared at me while unzipping my pants. She yanked my boxer briefs to my knees.

“Whoa, slow down. We’ve got all night to do this. Let’s chill,” I said. Cupping my hands under her armpits, I lifted her up, pulled up my underwear.

“Your place is fresh,” she said, looking around.

Damn, she smelled great. Fuck it. I removed my pants. “You can leave your . . . nah, scratch that. Give me your purse.”

Surprisingly, she picked it up, then handed it to me. Yep, it was weighted. I opened the closet, placed it inside. My dick was on swole. I gripped my shit. I sat on the built-in granite countertop where Charlotte and I occasionally ate. I didn’t have to ask Alexis to give me what I wanted. Alexis whipped my shit out, started bobbing and slobbering.

Abruptly, she stopped, went to the fridge, filled her hands with crushed ice. Eating a mouthful, she rubbed her hands together, then emptied what was left of the chips into the sink. Making her way back to my dick, she pulled up a barstool, sat in front of me, spread my legs, then she wrapped both hands around my shaft.

“Oh, shit!” That felt incredible. I almost blasted in her face.

I watched her gaze up at me. She opened her mouth so wide that I saw her tonsils. My shaft disappeared inside. This was some
Animal Kingdom
action. I could feel my head in her throat. Slowly, she eased my dick out, stopped at the frenulum, circled the tip of her cool tongue under my corona. She slid her hand down past my nuts, then made a fist. I swore my dick grew another three inches. She pumped three times really fast, then stopped. The visual of my cumming in her face, on those titties, in her ass, was climactic. My shit grew hard, thick, and long but that nigga was prepared not to cum quickly. I pressed two fingers at the base of my shaft.

Alexis snatched my hand off of my dick. When she started bobbing and slobbering again, this time only taking in my head, I . . . Fuck it. I yelled like a bitch. “I’m cumming! Awwww!”

Cum shot into her mouth. She kept going. My next, “Awwwww!” was louder than the last. When she swallowed my dick and my cum at the same time, my third shout was damn near soprano. “Awwwwwww!Fuck!”I pushed her ass away.

How the hell she’d done that without making a mess? Beast bitch. Best bitch. I’d definitely met my match.

“What you got to wash this down with?” she asked, licking her lips. “Make us something.”

I slid my ass off the countertop as though I didn’t have a spine. It wouldn’t be cool to let my boy, LB, eat in that spot again. There weren’t any seeds for me to clean up. I tucked my dick inside my underwear, put on my pants, and fastened my belt. Still had on my shirt. Damn.

“What you want, gurl?” She could get the whole bar and keys to my Range Rover right now.

Flipping through my cable channels, she selected Pandora’s love songs. “Surprise me.”

Was I supposed to go over and eat her pussy? Was I to make this drink first? Filling a glass with ice, I shook my head. I added orange Patron, pineapple Cîroc, and pineapple juice, covered the glass with a shaker. Mixed the contents well, then drained it into one glass. No more ice for that beast. I needed her to catch up to my consumption of alcohol or at least try.

“Here you go, boo.”

She laughed. “No ice. That’s cool. Where’s your drink?”

I had something for her. Later. Real sexy, I answered, “I want to taste yours,” smiling at her kitty. I slid open my patio door. “Let’s sit out here.” A brotha needed some fresh air.

I wasn’t intimidated but females like Alexis made a bruh man up on his sex game. I wondered if LB had learned anything new. I sure did. Ice wasn’t new to me. It was her chilling her hands that got me off. I’ma have to try that on . . . damn, I didn’t have anybody to try it on. Damn sure nuff wasn’t spittin’ Alexis’s game back at her. That was for lames. I had to come at her with some dumb shit.

The view of the swimming pool below was calming. Shooting fountains accented with red, green, and gold lights arched high above the platform recycling water back into the pool. The three-story waterfall sounded like waves washing ashore.

Taking her drink, I took a few swallows, then placed it on the table.

Alexis and I sat quietly until she asked, “So why did you leave my mom’s? Did you know all of her brothers and sisters were coming to celebrate her birthday?”

Wow. “No. I knew Mercedes was giving her a party. I didn’t know who all was going to be there.” A part of me wanted to let go of the mistake Blake had made. But she’d proved that I couldn’t trust her. My not being there would’ve never happened if she’d kept my situation between us.

“Why did you leave the party?” I asked. “I know it wasn’t for me.”

Alexis twisted her lips sideways, then sighed. “If I share something with you, you promise not to tell my mom.”

I nodded. “Straight” was easy to say. She hadn’t asked me not to tell anyone at all. I positioned my chair in front of hers so I could look into those hazel-green eyes of hers.

Alexis took a deep breath. Her eyes shifted to the right, then back at me.

“Take your time. We’ve got all night,” I said, wondering if her culinary skills exceeded her fellatio talent. Hopefully she could make a brotha some pancakes in the morning. The way she worked her mouth, some of that couldn’t be taught.

The white of her eyes slowly changed to red. Tears coated those beautiful irises. Patiently, I waited to hear what was troubling her. I knew she had a soft interior underneath that tough shell. My weakness made me vulnerable, too, at times.

“Don’t let the circumstances dictate your emotions.” I gave her the advice I struggled to implement in my life.

Her lips quivered. “I feel like a dude sometimes.”

No shit?
I wanted to cosign but I could tell she was serious. “What makes you feel that way?”

“My dad.”

I shook my head. My lips tightened. I had to chill. This wasn’t about my fucked-up past. “What about him?”

“That’s just it. I have no idea who he is. None of us communicate with our dads. I feel it’s my mom’s fault I don’t know my dad.”

“If he didn’t step up, that’s not your mom’s fault.” I had to defend Blake on this one.

I saw the pain in her face as she struggled to hold back tears. I knew that feeling.

“I don’t know why I’m even telling you this. I’m probably not making any sense,” she said. She became quiet. Stared toward the blue water.

I opened my arms to her. She stood, walked around the table. I scooted my butt across the cushion until it was against the arm of the wicker chair making enough space for her to sit with me.

Pretty sure it wasn’t intentional, but Alexis tilted her hips, positioned the crack of her ass over my dick. I felt her thong. We faced the pool. I cuddled her in my arms. She leaned the back of her head onto my chest.

I wanted to fuck her. The intimate urges made me want to forget I’d sexed her mom. At the moment, honestly I didn’t give a damn. All that I’d done for Blake. I had no regrets. I was where Blake had forced me to be.

“Girls need their father. Boys need their mother,” Alexis said. She became quiet again. Picking up her drink, she started gulping.

“Hey, slow down,” I said, not wanting her to become sick. Not at my spot.

She handed the glass to me.

I wanted to know why she was hurting. Her pain had a similar intensity as mine. Deeply rooted from childhood. I tried storing my excruciating mental reels into the area of my brain responsible for losing memory, then erase it for good. Problem was, physical abuse could never be permanently erased. The little boy inside me cried for the little girl inside of her.

“You ever asked your mom where he’s at? I’m sure she knows.”

“If she knew, I shouldn’t have to ask. She likes to pretend he doesn’t exist,” Alexis said, sniffling.

Yeah, I could relate. That was how my dad had done when his brother penetrated me. He acted as if I didn’t exist.

Alexis started crying. “My birth certificate reads ‘father unknown.’ ”

Damn! That was fucked up. I became chilled for a moment.

“Is that why you’re here with me? To get back at your mom.” Getting caught up in a game of get-back was not my intent. If Alexis and I had a cutthroat agenda, Blake would have two knives to her back and not know it.

Alexis shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I mistreat James and Chanel. They’re good people. They’re good to me.”

“Who’s Chanel?” I asked as if I didn’t already have insight about their relay status.

“My girlfriend. She’s gorgeous. Nice. One of the sweetest persons I’ve dated.”

I wanted to ask, You have a pic? But I had to ask, “You love her?”

Alexis shook her head. Took the drink from me. Swallowed more alcohol, handed me back the glass.

“So why are you with her?” I took one swig, put it down.

“The same reason I’m with James. They take good care of me. I give them someone to love. Fair exchange. Everyone wants to be taken care of, right? Even Charlotte. Even you.”

I could argue who takes care of James and Chanel to take the spotlight off of myself. I could think what Alexis had said was horrible. But her truth was what I was in search of. Someone to take good care of me. Loving them wasn’t necessary.

“Have you ever tried to find your dad on your own?”

She shook her head. “I checked into it but it’s too expensive. I wouldn’t know where to start. That, plus, I know it’ll piss my mom off.”

Money didn’t appear her real concern. I wasn’t buying that a woman with her degree of treachery, with a master’s under her belt and nearly a doctorate, didn’t know how to locate a person. Alexis seemed afraid of rejection. From James, Chanel, her dad.

“And if your mom found out about our being here together. You don’t think that would make her angry?” I asked, fingering Alexis’s long, dark, wavy hair.

It smelled sweet like Charlotte’s. I had to apologize to my ex. I wasn’t going to bring Charlotte up with Alexis but the way I allowed Alexis to handle Charlotte wasn’t right. I should’ve protected Charlotte.

Charlotte was wrong for showing up unannounced. I was wrong for not shutting Alexis down. Blake was wrong for divulging my secret. Alexis was wrong for being in my arms. Two wrongs never ended right but I wasn’t ready to let Alexis go.

Aw, man. If I could get my dick sucked that way every day. I shook my head.

“What?” she asked.

Not sure if she was responding to my last question or inquiring about what I was thinking, I said, “Oh, nothing.”

“Hmm. If you say so. Right now, I honestly don’t care about my mother’s feelings.”

“Tell you what. I’ll pay for you to find your dad and I’ll help you. Whatever it costs, whatever it takes, I got you.”

Alexis sat up, faced me. She spoke fast. “You’re not just saying that. How can you be sure it’s not too much if you don’t know the cost?”

The only reason I told Alexis my story was because she’d opened up to me. I let her know how my dad beat my mother. How he’d beaten me. How my mother left him, started over, built a miniature empire, then killed herself. Maybe my mom felt like once she knew I was financially squared, she could get some rest.

I left out the part about my being molested. Not because I wasn’t going to share. This time I became angry. “I pray I never run into that son of a bitch. I’m a man now. I’ll beat his ass for all the times he hit my mother. She was nothing but good to him.”

Softly Alexis said, “Spencer, I’m so sorry. Listen at me yapping it up about my problems. Do you think everybody’s childhood is fucked up?”

I shook my head. There were people like my boy, LB, who had a great upbringing. His parents were still happily married. He was a cool dude. Seldom saw him get upset with customers that I would’ve refused to service.

“I do believe that if a person lives long enough their life is going to eventually be fucked up on some level. Relationships. Jobs. Finances. We either had ’em. Got ’em. Or we’re gonna get ’em.”

I didn’t want to go all the way in. I doubted Alexis had more integrity than Blake. But Alexis was transparent. I’d expect her to draw a weapon. Not Blake.

Alexis stood. I stood.

She strutted through my living room, went into the bedroom. I followed her.

Slowly, she bent over, stepped out of her gold thong. Stuffed it into my mouth. I pulled it out, stuffed it into hers. Staring into my eyes, she took small steps as she walked in circles around me. Three times. She flung her thong somewhere. I didn’t care where it landed. I wanted to keep it.