Talk a Good Game (19 page)

We ate pizza and I told him about
my shopping trip with Janelle, minus the detour to
Alphonso
’s
job.

“
Mama invited us to dinner
tomorrow,” I managed between chews.

He nodded. “Good stuff. I like
your parents.”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “And
they like you.”

“
I really want
you to meet my parents. I know they
’ll
like you.” He
reached for his soda.

“
I would like that.”

“
We usually have a big family get
together for the Fourth of July weekend so maybe you can go with
me?”

There was that look of insecurity
again. “Sure. I would love to go with you to Memphis.”

He was grinning like a little boy again. Why did I
have this strong urge to pat his head?

“
I was talking to my daughter on
the way over here.”

“
She
’s
the senior,
right?”

He nodded and swallowed before
saying, “Yes, she
’s
graduating next month and
wanted to know how many tickets I needed. I told her two.” He was
looking at me staring, waiting for my reaction. “I was wondering if
you would drive to Chicago with me for her graduation?”

My eyes snapped to his. This man
was ready to introduce me to his kids. I can’t even begin to tell
you how good that made me feel!

“
I would love to go with you,” I
said between bites. “Now which one is this?”

“
This is my oldest Tiffany. Caleb
graduates next year and Jose is fourteen.”

I nodded. He always sounded so proud when he talked
about his kids.

“
I’ll warn you. Their mother is
ignorant.”

“
Delaney, right?” A man loves when
he knows a woman has been paying attention.

“
Right. She is a bitter woman and
probably won’t say two words to you the entire graduation
luncheon.”

I wasn’t the least bit worried. It
was her loss, not mine.

“
Graduation is
at nine o
’
clock on Saturday, so I was
hoping we could go down on Friday, right after
work.”

Nodding, I replied,
“
No
problem.
” I was already looking forward to
taking the six-hour drive together.

He reached for a napkin, wiped his
hands then reached for a bag and pulled out a book. “Have you ever
read this before?”

I took it from his hands.
“
The Five Love
Languages
.” I flipped it over, then shook
my head. “No, I never heard of it.”

“
It
’s
a powerful
book.”

“
What
’s
it about?”

His face lit up at my interest.
“It talks about speaking your mate’s love language. It really
reveals how people express love in different way.”

“
Love huh?”

He looked down at his feet. “Yeah
there are five languages, quality time, words of affirmation,
gifts, acts of service and physical touch.”

“
So what are you?”

“
That
’s
the fun part,” he laughed
nervously as he spoke. “We take the test and learn how to
communicate to each other.”

I nodded. “So are you trying to
tell me something?”

He grinned. “Yeah, actually, I
am.”

“
And?”

He sighed then put the book on the
table beside the pizza, reached for the remote and turned off the
television before he swung around to face me on the couch. Whatever
he was about to say had to be serious. “C
’
mere.
” I didn’t
even have a chance before he dragged me into his arms and held me
close. His lips were only inches away. “Nyree… I have prayed for
years for God to bring someone like you in my life. I have desired
a wife and a second chance and I feel in my heart that woman is
you.”

My heart was pounding as if a car had pulled out in
front of me.

“
If this isn’t what you want
please tell me now.” He studied my face trying to figure out if I
was serious.

“
You’re everything I’ve always
wanted and more.” And I was about to find out in the next few
seconds.

His lips came crashing into my
mine and I wasted no time tangling my tongue with his. Like I’ve
said before I loved kissing my man. I moaned and he leaned forward
and lowered me onto the couch with him on top of me.

“
I missed you today,” he
murmured.

“
And I missed you,” I whispered.
His hand went underneath my t-shirt and wasted no time at finding
my breasts. “Yes,” I moaned hoping if I continued to encourage him
we might for once finish what he was starting. But after a few more
minutes of fondling I was growing increasingly irritated. “Are you
planning to fuck me, or what?”

First he looked offended then he suddenly got all
nervous again.

What the fuck
? I could see I was going to have to run things in the
bedroom because this dude was just too naïve, insecure or
something. What, I didn’t have a clue. All I knew was I was going
to have to show him what I liked.

I rolled out from underneath him
and then removed my clothes while he just sat there on the couch,
staring at me. “On the floor,” I ordered and like an obedient
puppy, he scrambled onto the thick rug in front of the television.
“Now get undressed.”

“
You must think
you
’
re the man,” he
joked.

Somebody
’s
gotta
be.

Jeremy did as he was told and tossed his clothes
aside, revealing his throbbing erection. Deep down, I think my
being in charge, turned him on.

I lowered to my knees and took hold of his Johnson.
Of course he bucked beneath my touch.

“
I think you like that,” I teased
then went to work licking the length of him, tasting precum at the
tip.

“
I do… oh yeah,” he
moaned.

I straddled him, brushing my vagina against his
thigh then leaned forward and allowed my tongue to trace the head
before taking him into my mouth again.

“
Oh babe!” he moaned
softly.

My head game was on point. I took
my time learning my man, squeezing his balls, sucking his Johnson,
drawing him deeper into my mouth. The entire time he was watching
me. I didn’t dare look at him because he was sure to get nervous
all over again so I just continued putting on one hell of a
show.

“
That
’s
it, baby,” he groaned
appreciatively. “Suck my dick.”

I froze, completely caught off
guard to hear something like that coming out
Jeremy
’s
mouth. “What did you just say?”
I giggled with his dick still between my lips.

“
You heard me,” he whispered,
“suck my dick.”

Yeah baby. I heard you. There might be some hope for
you after all.

The harder I sucked, the louder he panted. His hips
were rocking and his hands were now at the back of my head guiding
my motion.

“
No more, please!” he insisted
hoarsely. “Ride me.”

No point in the party ending before it really got
started.

I watched
Jeremy
’s
face as I eased down onto his
length until he was completely inside. Oh snap! He felt
sooo
good. I had to take a moment and pause just to
adjust to the way he felt.

I started to ride him. Slow at first then I began to
pick up speed but not too fast because I wanted this moment to
last. Placing his hands at my hips, Jeremy slowly began to move up
and down while using my hips as leverage to glide in and out of
me.

“
Sssssh,
o
oooh
, y
esss
,”
I moaned.

I moved his hands to my breasts
and his thumb teased my nipples. “Look at me,” I commanded. “Look
at me and don’t you dare move.”

As soon as our eyes locked, I began rocking my hips
again.

This control thing was arousing. I
kept staring at him and wouldn’t allow him to guide our rhythm. It
was fucking incredible. I wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold
on. His face look strained and his dick was so damn hard, I was
ready to explode.

I reached down between us and stroked my clit then
slid up and down his Johnson like crazy. Forget lovemaking.
Sometimes a woman needed to be fucked, hard and rough. Finding a
rhythm, I pumped away, moaning with delight. Jeremy had me feeling
so good. He panted beneath me as I slammed down on his dick.

“
I
’
m getting ready to come,” he said
on a harsh breath.

His words were all I needed to
hear. My body shook, and then I exploded with pleasure. “Oh God! Oh
God, Jeremy!”

Jeremy suddenly flipped me over onto my back and
pumped hard and fast while I cried out his name some more.

“
That
’s
it, Angel,” he groaned as he
continued his deep thrusts. My release went on and on until a
climax rocked Jeremy
’s
body as well.

I was breathless as I gazed up at
his face and saw everything he was feeling.
“There
’s
hope for you yet.”

His eyes widened like he
didn’t
understand.
“Is that a good
thing?” he asked.

“
Yes.” Because he wasn’t the only
one falling in love.

JANELLE

It was almost ten
o
’
clock when I pulled my car onto
the circular driveway and killed the engine.
I love my new life,
I thought as I
gazed at the grand house. I was practically living at Kaleb’s. The
house was dark, no lights were coming from his bedroom window,
which was disappointing because I was hoping Kaleb was still up
waiting for me.

I sighed then grabbed my purse and
climbed out the car. It was such a beautiful night. If I wasn’t so
tired I would have sat out on the porch with a glass of wine and
meditated. Instead all I wanted was a hot shower and the bed. Brice
and I had spent the evening clearing out my mother’s storage shed
for Goodwill tomorrow.
Seeing
all that stuff had
brought back way too many memories of a time in my life
I
’
d just rather forget.

I moved up the stairs and typed
the four-digit passcode into the keypad and stepped inside. No one
came down and greeted me. Not even Honey. I slipped off my heels
and padded into the kitchen barefoot where I retrieved a bottle of
water. It was then I noticed the red rose petals on the floor. I
followed the trailed up the back stairs and when I reached the
landing I saw roses scattered all down the hall. I couldn’t contain
my excitement as I moved toward his bedroom. But as I passed
CJ
’s
door, it swung open. His big horse and Honey came
dashing out the room. For some odd reason the two of them were
thick as thieves.

“
Ms. Jae, can I talk to you for a
moment?” CJ asked and looked so freaked out about
something.

Damn, talk about bad timing. “What
is it CJ?” I said and followed him into his funky
bedroom.

CJ swung around and it was then that I noticed he
was holding a small box. Is that what I think—

“
Ms. Jae, will
you marry me
and
my dad?
”

At that very moment I heard movement behind me and I
swung around to find Kaleb standing behind me with a single white
rose in his hand. I smiled then looked over at the ring again. Hot
damn! That rock was huge!

“
Well babe, you heard the boy…
will you marry us?”

I looked from the pitiful look on
CJ
’s
face to the solemn one on his
father
’s
face. They both looked like
they were preparing for me to say no. Sure, I wanted to marry Kaleb
but I was thinking months from now after he started spending some
of his money on me. If Kaleb had proposed in private maybe I could
have convinced him it was a little soon but there was that sad look
in CJ
’
eyes that said these two
mothafuckas desperately needed me.

I paused briefly, glancing up at
the ceiling as if considering my answer and then I answered. “Yes…
I’ll marry you.”

CJ
’s
shoulders
sagged with relief and he looked to his father and
grinned.

“
You made us so happy.” Kaleb
stepped inside the room and I wrapped my arms around both of them.
We were now a family. Apparently Honey liked the idea. My little
Pomeranian was out in the hall dry humping Midnight.