Twisted Obsessions (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES Book 2) (11 page)
Keisha just stood there with her arms folded, doubt clearly evident on her face.
Rochelle opened her mouth, and then closed it. Taking a step towards Keisha, Rochelle encircled her waist. “Okay, I won’t lie. I wanted to see you, baby.”
Keisha exhaled a deep breath and placed her hands over Rochelle’s to push her away. “Rochelle, we’ve gone over this before. I don’t think -”
Rochelle brought her lips to Keisha’s, effectively cutting off the rest of her words. Her hand slid to the back of Keisha’s neck as she deepened the kiss, slowly moving her tongue around Keisha’s mouth. Keisha moaned before tearing their mouths apart. Their sex life had definitely not been one of their problems.
Rochelle kissed the sensitive spot behind Keisha’s ear. “Baby, I accept the fact that what we had is over, but I want you so bad. I’ve never been with anyone like you. Please, Keisha.” She opened Keisha’s robe and licked the hard pebble of Keisha’s nipple. Keisha moaned and brought Rochelle’s lips mouth back to hers, and unable to help herself, lightly nipped her bottom lip before eagerly kissing her.
“Let me make you feel good, baby….”
Rochelle pushed Keisha against the wall as she closed the door and kissed a path down Keisha’s body. She dropped to her knees and nudged Keisha’s legs open, tonguing her pussy the same way she had just finished tonguing her mouth. After only a few licks, she brought Keisha to an earth shattering climax. Even though she’d been unbelievably horny, Keisha had to give Rochelle her props. The woman had always given her the best oral she’d ever had, and knew exactly where and how to touch Keisha to keep her satisfied.
Hours later as they lay exhausted in Keisha’s bed, Keisha got up to go to the bathroom. Once there, she heard the phone ringing, knowing it was Dominick. This was the fourth or fifth time he’d called. She hadn’t wanted to talk in front of Rochelle, so she’d let it go to voice mail.
But now, Keisha became suddenly still and alert when the phone was picked up after the second ring. Before she could get back to her bedroom, she heard Rochelle’s suggestive tone.
“Keisha’s….busy at the moment. Oh…sure…I’ll tell her you called…it may be a while before I can manage that, though, because my mouth is going to be busy making her pussy cum so hard until -”
Keisha snatched the receiver out of Rochelle’s hand before she could finish, but the damage had already been done.
Chapter 13
Rochelle defiantly stared at Keisha, unaffected by the blatant anger on her face. Keisha stabbed the mute button with her finger and said to Rochelle in a voice that shook from trying to restrain her fury, “By the time I finish this conversation I want you out of my fucking house.”
Rochelle only raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes as Keisha grabbed her robe and left out of the room. She walked to her kitchen and leaned against the counter. With her heart pounding in her chest, she took a deep breath before bringing the phone to her ear.
“Dominick?”
There was a pause before he slowly answered. She heard the confusion in his voice. “Uh…yeah. Keisha?”
“Hi….”
Again - the awkward pause.
“Look…um… if you’re busy…”
“No! No, I can talk. I’m…sorry.”
Dominick hesitated before speaking. “Who was that?”
“Nobody. At least nobody important.” Keisha cut her eyes to the bedroom where Rochelle still had not emerged from.
If she’s not out of my house in five got damn minutes…
“Is there something you’d like to tell me, Keisha?”
Keisha winced. She really didn’t want to have this conversation with him right now. “Dominick, can we talk about this later?”
Dominick was silent for a few moments. Keisha could almost swear it was the loudest thing she’d ever heard. “Sure. You seem to be in the middle of something, so I take it this isn’t a good time?” Sarcasm dripped from the words.
“Dominick….”
"Guess you didn’t need me to call after all. Seems like ya girl has that handled on her end. So, I’m going to let you get back to your…friend.”
“Dom, wait!” But all she heard was a dial tone. A moment later, Keisha dropped the phone on the counter and stalked back to the bedroom, becoming more upset with every step she took.
Seeing Rochelle still casually lounging in her bed added fuel to Keisha’s anger until she saw red. Rochelle had only seen a side of Keisha that surfaced when she was annoyed or irritated, but now she was getting ready to witness the Keisha who ‘wilded out’ when someone fucked with her - and Keisha did not like to be fucked with.
Without a word, she went to the bed and snatched the covers back. She grabbed Rochelle by the arm and jerked her naked ass to the floor, ignoring her shrieks of surprise and shock.
“Keisha!! What are you doing?! Stop it!!”
Keisha caught her by the wrists and proceeded to literally drag her kicking and screaming out of her bedroom. When they made it to the living room, Keisha released Rochelle and picked up her clothes which were haphazardly scattered about. A few hours ago she had practically torn them from Rochelle’s body; now, she bundled them together and furiously threw them at her. Rochelle stood up and looked at Keisha with her mouth gaping open.
“Keisha! What’s wrong with you?!”
“I told you to get the fuck out of my house! Did you think I was playin' with you? I wasn’t! Get the fuck out now!”
When Rochelle stared at her with a stupid expression on her face as if she didn’t understand English, Keisha’s eyes narrowed. She was trying to stop from slapping the shit out of this simple bitch, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to restrain herself.
“You have one minute to put your clothes on before I throw your ass outside just the way you are.” Keisha folded her arms and shot her a look the North Pole would’ve probably welcomed.
“You are one crazy bitch, do you know that?” Rochelle began pulling her clothes on, not doubting for a moment that Keisha would indeed throw her out butt ass naked. “Who in the hell do you think you are?”
Keisha walked to the door and held it open. "Who do I think I am? I’m the bitch who’s gonna whip your ass if you ever come near me again. Now for the last time, get the fuck out!”
Rochelle huffed and snatched up her shoes and grabbed her keys off of the table by the couch. As she swished past Keisha, she hesitated, but Keisha shook her head. “Don’t.”
Rochelle walked out, barely clearing the threshold before Keisha slammed the door. Keisha stood for a second staring at the spot Rochelle had vacated. She was furious, but more upset with herself than anything else. She knew how juvenile and silly Rochelle was from experience. She’d had sex with her tonight in a moment of weakness and hoped the price she had to pay wouldn’t be losing Dominick before they’d even had a chance to explore a relationship.
Keisha paced back and forth, nibbling at her fingernail. She looked at the clock. Almost 2 a.m. She picked up the phone then put it down. One part of her wanted to call Dominick, but the other part was terrified to hear what he might say.
Using the process of elimination she decided not to bother Jerra because she didn’t want to wake the baby. That left Aleesha. Keisha sat on the couch with her legs folded underneath her and dialed the number.
“Hello…” Aleesha’s groggy voice was full of sleep.
“Leesh? Hey girl, it’s Keisha. You in the bed already?”
Aleesha squinted through one eye and looked at the clock. “Keisha? Is everything ok?”
“Everything’s fine. Just…calling.” Keisha stalled. She heard Marcus in the background asking if something happened, and Aleesha mumbling an answer.
“What’s wrong?” Aleesha asked her. “You’re not calling me this time of the morning to chitchat.”
Keisha briefly chewed on the corner of her mouth before deciding to just spit it out. “Well, you know me and Dominick have been talking on the phone pretty often for the last month and a half…”
Aleesha drifted in and out of sleep. “Mmmm hmmm…” she answered drowsily.
“Things have been going great. You know I really like him, Leesh. The conversation is stimulating…he’s sexy as hell…I mean, I honestly can’t wait to fuck his brains out…”
“Mmmm hmmm….” Aleesha was aware of this as well.
Keisha nibbled on her bottom lip. “You remember Rochelle, right?”
“Hmph. Yeah I remember that little spoiled heffa.”
“I’ve been avoiding her for the last couple of months after she and I broke up. She’s been bugging the shit out of me. And tonight she popped up at my house unannounced…one thing led to the other…”
Aleesha slowly opened one eye. Now, Keisha was getting around to the reason why she’d called. “Okay…”
“Well, I’d talked to Dominick earlier this evening, and his daughter was over. We agreed he’d call me back after she was asleep, so that we could…talk.”
By this time Aleesha had opened both eyes and was staring up at the ceiling in the dark. A slight frown began to form on her brow.
“Of course, when he called back, I was in the middle of...something with Rochelle, so I didn’t pick up. When I went to the bathroom, he called back again…and Rochelle answered the phone.”
Aleesha sat straight up in the bed. “Keisha. Please…don’t say what I think you’re gonna say…”
“That bitch made comments to him to let him know that she….that we…that I…”
Aleesha closed her eyes. “Keishaaa….no.” Keisha didn’t have to explain any further. Aleesha could only imagine the things Rochelle said to Dominick. She, nor Jerra, had ever liked the woman, and from the couple of times they’d met her, their initial opinion hadn’t changed. If anything - it had gotten worse.
“Why would you even mess around with her again? Damn, Keisha. What did Dominick say?”
“I guess he didn’t know
what
to say. He seemed a little shocked.”
“You think?! In all of the conversations you and he have had, you never got around to mentioning to him that you’re bi? And before you say anything, yes, I know you don’t see it as being a big deal, and it’s not to a lot of people. But I told you once before that you needed to tell him.”
“I stand by what I said. It’s
not
a big deal. I didn’t see you, or Jerra, or anyone else for that matter, just coming out and saying…”
“Keisha! Alright! We’ve had this argument a thousand times. Heterosexual people don’t come out and announce their sexual orientation, so why should you, but whether you want to admit it or not, it's something that could be relevant in a relationship.”
Keisha was quiet for a minute. “What do I do now, Leesh? Normally, I would’ve said ‘fuck ‘em’ and kept it moving, but….I really like him.”
“I know, honey. You need to talk to him, though…and the sooner, the better.”
After they hung up, Aleesha sat there for a moment.
“Dom found out huh?” Marcus asked.
“It’s not like she was trying to hide it. I understand her reasoning that she shouldn’t have to come out and make a big announcement about her sexual orientation.” No matter her personal feelings, Aleesha was going to defend her friend.
“Maybe not, but the moment she saw they were getting to know one another, she should’ve told him. Darrell and I stayed out of it because you and Jerra asked us to, but Dominick's our friend. She should've told him." Marcus frowned at her. “How did he find out?”
Aleesha repeated parts of the conversation she’d had with Keisha. A soft curse hissed out and Marcus stared at her for a minute.
“That’s not cool, Leesh. Damn.”
Dominick lay on his couch with one thrown over the back of it while staring at the TV without really seeing it. He kept going over what happened when he called Keisha a little while ago. No matter how he tried to explain it away, he always came back to the same conclusion. Keisha was into women. But she had to be into men too.
Dominick knew when a woman liked him, and he knew Keisha was attracted to him and wanted him just as much as he wanted her. His dick got hard even now thinking about the sexy things she said she wanted to do to him. He hadn’t been with anyone for several weeks, had been avoiding the phone calls from his “fuck buddies.” He realized they weren’t in an exclusive relationship, but to be honest, he hadn’t wanted anyone else. Keisha would be moving here in a matter of weeks. Apparently she couldn’t wait.
Spain, when are you gonna learn, man? You need to get your shit together. You had the right idea before meeting Keisha, which was seeing as many women as you wanted, no commitments, and no explanations on either part.
Dominick got up to go to bed. He’d just turned off the lights when his phone rang. When he saw who it was, he let out a short laugh and shook his head. Keisha.
“Yeah…” he answered.
“Dom? Hi. It’s Keisha. Did I wake you?”
“Nope.”
“I know it’s late. Would you prefer I call you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be spending the day with Sam tomorrow.”
Keisha cleared her throat. So far, his tone didn’t sound very encouraging. “Okaaayyy…I just wanted to….apologize…for what happened earlier this evening when you called.”
“No need for you to apologize, Keisha. We’re not in a committed relationship.” Dominick paused before addressing the pink elephant in the room. “I’m not mistaken in thinking that woman who answered your phone is someone you’re…seeing…am I?”
“I’m not…
seeing her
…not anymore anyway. She just happened to drop by…”
“Ahhh…and one thing led to another, right?”
"Something like that.”
Dom tried to hold his tongue. In a moment of clarity, he realized it wasn’t the fact that Keisha was into women, it was that someone else had been there doing what he wanted to do. At this point, he couldn’t have given a flying fuck if it had been a man or a woman.
“So…when I told you to keep it wet and warm for me, your friend took care of that, huh?“ Dom laughed, finding nothing at all amusing about the image playing over and over in his mind. He found the undertones of jealousy in his voice even less so. “Once again, you don’t owe me an explanation. Have a good night, Keisha.”
Dominick hung up the phone before he said something he might possibly regret later. Keisha was free to do whatever she pleased as was he. Would he fuck her if the opportunity presented itself? Hell yeah! No promises had been made between them. And now that he’d put things back in perspective, he planned to keep it that way.
Chapter 14
A couple of weeks later, Dominick was in his office trying to go over the latest drawings he'd completed. He was employed as an architect at one of the top architectural firms in the country and was currently working on a multi-million dollar project for the construction of high-rise condos in Vegas. Dominick had been handpicked by the backers. In fact, it was made crystal clear from the beginning: If he wasn’t part of the deal - there would
be
no deal. The investors had been most impressed with his previous designs, especially a new mega mall in Vegas that had been hailed as an innovative and groundbreaking structure in
Architectural Digest
.
At this moment, however, he was at an impasse. He’d been looking at the same page of the blueprint for the last hour, and damned if all he saw staring back at him were images of Keisha: Keisha smiling, Keisha naked, Keisha giving him a come hither invitation which shouted out how much she wanted to fuck until they dropped …
He closed his eyes as he thought about the pictures she had emailed him last week – one every night around the same time. The little minx had him stalking his computer waiting for them by the third night. He swore to God she’d done it with the sole purpose of driving him insane, and the ploy was working.
Dammit!
Unable to help himself, he pulled up his email and clicked on one picture in particular. He leaned back in his chair as he stared at her lying on her bed with her eyes half closed looking at the camera with her legs spread wide open - apparently in the midst of an orgasm. Her hand was between her thighs with one finger stuck deep inside of her pussy while her head was thrown back as she bit her lips in ecstasy.
Dominick’s eyes narrowed as his observation of the picture intensified. Looking at the seductive image before him, he almost felt as if he were actually in that room with her, seeing her in the flesh. He imagined her hips undulating uncontrollably as her finger moved in and out of her warm center. His hand reached down to squeeze his erection as he let out a low moan. Yeah, she was most definitely dishing out an inhumane form of torture by sending those pictures to him…she
had
to know this!
After the night when he’d called and that woman had answered the phone, Dominick had distanced himself and become less available to Keisha. Not long after that, he had told her he’d come to the decision that this -
thing
- between them wasn’t going to work out and hopefully they could remain friends. Dominick felt he was beginning to get into her a little bit too deep, too fast. Otherwise, why would he give a fuck who she was sleeping with? Nah, he needed to slow things down. If he let himself, Keisha could be lethal to his peace of mind, and that wasn’t happening!
Now, however, it seemed Keisha was playing dirty. Along with the erotic photos, she’d included a note which said ‘she just wanted him to see what he was missing and too bad he didn’t know how to handle a real woman’. Dominick’s first instinct had been to accept the obvious challenge she’d issued, but then thought better of it. That’s exactly what she wanted him to do. He’d had enough of being manipulated by a woman from his ex-wife, so he had ignored the taunting words - but kept the pictures.
The intercom buzzed, bringing him out of his lustful, X-rated fantasy starring Keisha. He pushed the button and addressed his secretary. “Yes, Liz?”
“I’m sorry to interrupt you Dominick, but Ms. West is here to see you…’
Dominick frowned. What in the hell was Leslie doing in town? “Send her in, Liz.”
Dominick stood up a few seconds later as the door to his office opened and Leslie West walked in. Leslie was a VP for a marketing firm on the west coast. She and Dominick met when their companies had been working on the same project. The last night before they were scheduled to fly back to their respective cities, they found themselves in bed together having the most mind blowing sex either one had had in a while. That was two years ago. Since then, they’d had an ongoing sexual relationship whenever one of them happened to be near the others’ city. Nothing serious, just casual, uninhibited sex. No strings attached. They usually called beforehand to let the other know they'd be in the area, though.
“Hi handsome,” Leslie greeted as she breezed in. Leslie West was in her early forties and looked better than a lot of women half her age. She religiously worked out to keep her body tight and in shape, and her supple, chocolate colored skin was smooth as porcelain. She knew she looked good and attracting men younger than her, such as Dominick, only served to assure her she still had what it took.
“Hey, gorgeous. I didn’t know you were coming to town,” Dominick told her as he walked towards her to greet her with a kiss. Leslie wrapped her arms around his neck as he started to draw back and deepened the kiss. She smiled when she felt his hard dick pressing against her.
“Hmmm, well it seems you’re glad to see me.” She raised an amused eyebrow as she glanced down and saw the bulge in his crotch.
Dominick smiled, but said nothing. He wasn’t a stupid man. It was best to let her think what she wanted. “How long are you going to be in town?”
“Only a couple of days. I actually have a business dinner tonight, but later on, I’m free…” She left the rest of the sentence dangling between them.
From the beginning, Dominick and Leslie had enjoyed a fulfilling insatiable sexual relationship. However, for some reason, he wasn’t as excited to see her as he normally was. Whether he admitted it or not, she wasn’t the woman he wanted.
“Mmm. Well as tempting as that sounds, I won’t be able to meet you tonight. Unfortunately, I have plans I can’t break. I wish you’d told me you were coming.”
Leslie’s eyebrow lifted in surprise at his subtly chastising tone. Dominick always made time for her. “Oh. Well, I understand. Maybe tomorrow? And I won’t take no for an answer.”
Before he could respond, Leslie walked over to a chair in front of his desk and sat down, crossing her bare, toned legs. Her short skirt rode up her thighs as she leisurely swung her leg back and forth to make sure she had his attention. Dominick was a very handsome man and an expert lover. She had been thinking about fucking him for weeks now. He was one of the few men able to keep up with her in bed. She normally ended up begging him to stop. He reminded her of the energizer bunny - he kept going and going and going…
“Maybe we should lock the door now. I can take care of that problem which is about to tear a hole through your zipper.”
Dominick flashed her that sexy grin of his which never failed to arouse her. Oh yes, even though she had a schedule almost jammed packed with meetings and appointments while she was here, getting some dick from Dominick Spain was a definite must before she left. Her eyes devoured his fit, muscled body underneath his clothes as he walked over and sat in his chair behind his desk. His complexion was the shade of buttered toast, and the sensual shape of his lips was made for kissing. The only thing that kept him from being a pretty boy model type was his strong, square jawline that gave him a decidedly masculine look.
“Well…” she asked, waiting for him to jump at the suggestion. They’d fucked in his office several times before. The idea of people just outside going about their usual work day made it all the more exciting.
“No need for that, Leslie. I think I’ll be okay.” Dominick glanced at the naked picture of Keisha still on his computer screen staring provocatively back at him. He didn’t realize it, but his eyes darkened with lust, and just that quick, he forgot about Leslie sitting in front of him.
Leslie frowned. She was used to being the center of attention, so Dominick ignoring her was a new experience - one she didn’t care for at all. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
He immediately picked up on the irritated edge in her voice. “No, you didn’t but I was just getting ready to call it a day. My daughter has a dance recital, and then I’m taking her out to celebrate at her favorite ice cream shop. She’s spending the night with me.” Dominick smiled, remembering how excited Sam was about tonight.
Leslie’s body relaxed. She felt better now that she knew why he wouldn’t cancel his plans for her. Standing up, she glided to the door to lock it, her hips moving in an enticing sway, before walking around Dominick’s desk to stand in front of him.
“Leslie, I told you”
“And since when do I listen to anything you tell me…”
Dominick suddenly remembered the image of Keisha on his screen and reached to close it at the same time Leslie turned around and spied it. She quickly caught his wrist, preventing him from exiting out of his email.
“Ohhh. So this is why you’re being standoffish to me. Who is she?” she asked as she studied the still frame of Keisha.
“Just a woman,” Dominick answered as he gently, but firmly, pulled his wrist from her grasp and closed the picture.
Leslie’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s see if I can make you forget your friend.” Before he could answer, she leaned down and made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
“Leslie, wait….” Dominick protested weakly. When she dropped to her knees and slowly sucked his brick hard penis into her mouth, he moaned as it thickened even more.
“Fuck…” he whispered as he leaned back into the soft leather chair. Leslie slurped up and down his length, working her tongue around the head on the upstroke.
“Mmmm….yesss…” Dominick bit his lip to stop the groans that fought to escape. It had been a while since he’d had sex and her warm mouth felt so damn good wrapped around him. He put his hand on the back of her bobbing head as his orgasm approached. Groaning, Dominick twisted his fingers in Leslie’s hair and yanked her up and away from his dick.
Leslie’s smile was seductive, triumphant. Yes! She licked her lips, still tasting his intoxicating flavor.
This
is what she wanted.
This
is the Dominick she was waiting on.
He stood up and pulled her up with him. Leslie whimpered and pressed her body closed to his when he pushed his tongue deep in her mouth. She was so wet. So fucking ready! Dominick slid his hands underneath her skirt and tore the skimpy thong apart with no effort at all before he grabbed two handfuls of bare ass and lifted her up and sat her on his desk. Opening the bottom of his desk drawer, he grabbed a condom and quickly sheathed his dick before he moved between her thighs.
“You are sexy as hell, you know that?” he mumbled while nibbling and biting her neck.
“Dom…shut up and fuck me…” Leslie wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer.
Dom grinned as he thrust inside of her with one stroke and buried himself balls deep. Leslie liked it rough, so he gave it to her the way she wanted it. He impaled her deep and hard, covering her mouth with his to stifle her screams of pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to climax.
His lips meshed with hers as he swallowed her increasingly loud shrieks. Suddenly, he thought about the pictures Keisha had sent him. He closed his eyes and concentrated, clearly seeing that one particular picture of her naked with thighs spread wide looking at the camera – looking at
him
– as she climaxed. His dick was hard as a bat as he pounded into Leslie and made her cum again.
The images alone were enough to make him explode as he imagined fucking Keisha until she rained her sweetness down his shaft. Holding Leslie’s hips tightly in his hands, he exploded, biting his lip just in time to stop from screaming Keisha’s name.
Keisha sat back and let out a long contented sigh. She’d been in Vegas for about a week now and was staying with Aleesha and Marcus until she found a place of her own. The Saturday morning after her arrival, she, Jerra and Aleesha were finishing up brunch at one of the hotels in Vegas. They were on their second glass of Mimosa’s and had a pleasant buzz going on.
“So what do you all think? Let’s go to
Club Ecstasy
tonight and enjoy a night of dancing and drinking. I already have my babysitter on standby,” Jerra told them.
“Sounds great, Jerra. Marcus is off this weekend and it’ll be fun. Right, Keish?”
Keisha took another sip of her of the orange juice and champagne mixture before answering. “Hell yes. I’m ready to go out and let my hair down. This move has been stressful and tiring as hell. I’m about due for a little fun.”
Aleesha and Keisha exchanged a glance before they brought their eyes back to Keisha. “Everything okay Keisha?” Aleesha softly asked. “I know we haven’t really talked about what happened between you and Dominick…”
“Aleesha, that’s because nothing happened. It was an innocent flirtation which didn’t go anywhere. Nothing more – nothing less.”
“Keish…”
“Enough, you guys. Look, I’ve moved to a new city, and this is a brand new chapter in my life. I’ll be damned if I begin it by moping over Dominick Spain. No ma’am. That ain’t Keisha, has never been Keisha, and won’t start being Keisha now. It’s his loss, so on to the next. Let’s go out, have some drinks and shake our asses and show Vegas how it’s really done.”
Chapter 15
Getting ready later that evening, Keisha thought about this morning’s conversation. She hadn’t tried to call Dominick again since the last time she sent him those naked pictures of herself . She didn’t know why she’d done it. Maybe it pissed her off that he had been avoiding her. When he did take her calls, he sounded so distant. But like she’d told her girls, there was no way she planned on chasing anyone, including Dom. If he wanted her, the ball was in his court.
She turned and studied herself in the mirror before she went to the living room. The short, black mini dress she wore showed off her ass to perfection. The front plunged to a deep V before hugging the rest of her body like a second skin. Darrell used to co-own the club they were going to and Keisha planned on getting her flirt on all night. Plus, she needed to get her feet wet in the dating game again. She was determined not to think about Dominick tonight and was going to have a good time if it killed her. She walked into the living room, just as Aleesha and Marcus came out of their bedroom.
“You look great, sis,” Keisha complimented Leesh. The white, wrap dress emphasized Aleesha's full breasts, tiny waist, and flared hips.
M
arcus’ eyes devoured his fiancée with a mixture of pride and lust that he didn’t even try to hide. He ran his hand down her back and over her ass and pulled her close. “She looks damn good! I’m gonna have to make sure I keep a close eye on her. I don’t wanna have to hurt nobody over my woman tonight,” he joked as he leaned down to kiss Aleesha.
“Believe me, you have nothing to worry about babe. This is all for you…” Turning to Keisha, her eyes widened. “Wow. Now that dress should have a warning attached! Girl, you are fierce!”
“Thank you very much. Let’s get this show on the road.”
“I just talked to Darrell, and they're on the way to the club now, so if you two gorgeous ladies are ready….”
They left and made it to their destination in a little under thirty minutes. Vegas was pure electricity at night, and there was never a shortage of parties. Marcus tossed the valet his keys and led the women to the front of the line, shaking hands with the bouncer at the entrance as he waved them inside.
“What’s good, Marcus?”
“Nothing much, Paul, how are you.”
“Cool. D is in VIP waiting on you. Enjoy.”
Club Ecstasy was packed as always. It had been a while since Marcus had been here, but the only thing that changed was the size of the crowd. There was barely enough room to move. Men turned around to stare as Keisha sashayed by, putting an extra bounce in her hips, clearly hyped up from the energy of the atmosphere and the music.
Just as they made their way to the bottom of the stairs leading to the VIP, one fine brotha grabbed her hand and asked her to dance. Tapping Aleesha on the shoulder, she indicated that she’d be up later. Marcus whispered to the bouncer guarding VIP and pointed to Keisha so the man would know she was with them.
Making her way through the throng of people, Keisha felt the flow of the music. Her hips hypnotized her dance partner as she swayed sensuously and with abandon. With her back facing him, she smiled over her shoulder as he danced closer. Their bodies naturally moved in synch with one another like a well-practiced routine. Keisha laughed mischievously and turned to face him when he groaned in her ear.
“What’s wrong? Am I bothering you?” she flirted as she saw him lick his lips and scan her body from head to toe.
Keisha returned the gaze and gave him the same once over.
Hmmm…not bad,
she thought. So far, the night was off to a great start.
One dance flowed into the next. Keisha was enjoying herself immensely and enjoying the attention she was getting. It was like a soothing salve to her ego after the last few weeks of being treated persona non grata by Dominick. Her movements became sexier and as she twisted her hips down until her knees were parallel to the floor. She ‘twirked her thang’ as her partner danced up on her until his crotch stared her in the face. They both laughed as she twirled her way up. Her eyes sparkled at the fun she was having – until she turned around and came face to face with Dominick.
As if snatched from a scene out of a bad movie, Keisha’s dancing abruptly halted. She stood in the middle of a crowded dance floor and stared. He was the last person she expected to see tonight, and before she could catch herself, her eyes hungrily moved over his features and down his body. The man was sexy as sin without even trying.
The sleeves of the thin, form fitting black pullover shirt were pushed up over strong forearms and the baggy jeans fit him in all the right places. The diamond earring in his ear twinkled and flashed, but his tight, square jaw and the tense expression on his face is what captured her attention. He was downright pissed.
Dominick’s cool gaze slid from her to the man still behind her dancing up on her ass. Keisha took a step towards him but stopped when a woman moved to his side and whispered in his ear. Dominick dipped his head down in order to hear her, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on Keisha.
Keisha raised a brow at the possessive way the woman grabbed his hand before looking at her. She whirled around and resumed dancing as if he wasn’t there. Keisha felt Dominick’s eyes burning a hole in her back before he continued on to the VIP area.
Fuck ‘em
, Keisha thought
. There was too much dick and pussy to be feenin’ over one mutherfucka. He could kiss her ass
. She refused to stress over Dominick Spain...no matter how incredibly gorgeous he was!
Following Dominick to his friend’s table, Leslie glanced back at the woman Dominick had watched with such jealousy. She recognized her from the naked picture he had been gazing at in his office. She would’ve remembered her anyway because she was extremely sexy; she had also been the cause of several orgasms for Leslie last night. She couldn’t forget the passionate expression on Keisha’s face - positively orgasmic. Leslie had fantasized about being the one between her legs tasting her sweetness.
Now this could be very interesting
, she thought.
“Can you slow down?” Leslie asked Dominick. He was walking so fast, she almost had to run to keep up with him. He turned around and absently stared at her as if he’d forgotten she was with him.
“Oh. Sorry.”
By the time they got to Darrell’s table, he’d managed to gain some semblance of control over his reaction to seeing Keisha. He didn’t miss the look of surprise that flashed on Jerra and Aleesha’s face when they saw him. After shaking hands with Darrell and Marcus, he reached down and kissed Aleesha then Jerra on the cheek before introducing Leslie.
“Would you like something to drink,” he asked her after they were seated.
“Sure. My usual, please.”
Darrell stood up. “Come on Dom, Marcus and I will walk over to the bar with you.”
Darrell avoided the accusation in Jerra’s glare. She hadn’t been aware Dominick would be meeting them tonight, and to be honest, it really hadn’t crossed his mind to mention it to her - but now he realized his mistake. He knew it didn’t bother her that Dom was joining them. However, the fact that Dom had brought a date knowing Keisha would be here apparently had
him
in deep shit.
Dom hesitated as his eyes went from Darrell to the waitress headed their way. This was their playground. Since when did they have to get up to order their drinks, but he took the hint and stood up to follow them. As soon as they were several feet away and had been swallowed into the crowd, Darrell and Marcus both turned and glared at him as if he’d lost his mind.
“What?!” he asked.
“Man, you know ‘what’,” Darrell said. “What the fuck were you thinking??”
“Darrell -”
“Dom, don’t play stupid. You knew Keisha was gonna be here,” Marcus chimed in. “Ain’t nobody saying that y’all can’t see other people, but she just got into town, and we’re bringing her out to have some fun, not to sit and stare at you and one of your women.”
“Hell, now I have to deal with dirty looks from Jerra all night.” Darrell grimaced. “Dom, let me tell you something. If I don’t get any from my wife tonight, I’m gonna kick ya ass,” he said half joking.
Dominick stood facing their table and tuned Marcus and Darrell out. All of a sudden, his face knotted up into a thousand frowns as he interrupted them. “Looks like you don’t have to worry about Keisha being upset. She’s enjoying herself just fine.”
Darrell and Marcus turned their heads to follow Dom’s gaze. Keisha was holding hands with the dude she’d been dancing with and was headed to their table.
Darrell scowled and glared at Dominick. “Ain’t this some shit? What in the hell are you two doin’? I wish you’d just go on and fuck and get it over with. At least you’d have it out of your systems. Then maybe everybody else could have a little peace.” Darrell glanced at their table. “Come on, I guess it’s safe to go back.”
Keisha was introducing her new admirer to everyone by the time they walked up. “Michael, these are my two best friends Aleesha and Jerra….” After Michael shook their hands, Keisha turned to the other woman sitting at the table “And you are…?” she asked.
Leslie took her time answering. While Keisha had been introducing her friend, Leslie quietly studied her. Keisha was one of the sexiest women she'd seen in a long time – and she wanted her. Ignoring Michael, she extended her hand to Keisha. “My name is Leslie West.”
Noticeably hesitating, Keisha reached out to shake the woman’s hand. “I’m Keisha.”
Leslie squeezed and held on a moment longer than necessary before slowly releasing her hand, letting her fingertips lightly brushed Keisha’s palm. Keisha stared at her while Leslie turned to Michael. Able to study her up close, Keisha reluctantly acknowledged that the other woman was very attractive. Although older than Keisha originally assumed, Leslie was wearing the hell out of that dress. As much as she hated to admit it, she could see why Dominick was attracted to her; she wondered if he knew Leslie liked women…
Darrell held his hand out to Michael. “Yo, what’s up my man, I’m Darrell. This is Marcus, and Dominick.”
Michael stood up to shake their hands. “Michael…”
“Dominick, honey, where’s my drink?” Leslie asked.
Keisha cringed. For some reason, the woman’s voice irritated the crap out of her. Could it be because of the underlying intimacy which practically broadcasted the fact the two of them were fucking?
“The waitress is bringing it, babe. Matter of fact, here she is now.”
When Leslie turned to take her drink, Dominick looked at Keisha. His brows bunched up at the sight of Michael whispering in her ear. He could’ve sworn he growled when she laughed and placed her hand on the other man’s thigh.
“So Keisha…” Dom raised his voice in order to be heard over the music, but it was still louder than necessary. “Have you pretty much settled in?”
A dramatic flash of surprise shadowed Keisha’s face as if she only now realized he was at the table. “Hi Dominick, it’s nice to see you too. And yes, I‘m settling in just fine. Thank you.” She rolled her eyes at him before turning her attention back to Michael. Dominick’s jaw clenched with annoyance at her dismissive tone.
Jerra hastily interceded. “Dominick…how do you and Leslie know each other?”
Dominick tore his glaring eyes away from Keisha to answer Jerra. “We met several years ago while working on a project together.” The words were brief and clipped before his attention slid back to Keisha. Keisha casually peered at Dominick, but quickly turned away when she saw him staring at her.
“Yes, the moment I saw him I could barely concentrate on business. I’ve never been so glad to finish up a meeting.” Leslie gave Dominick a suggestive smile. It was no secret to anyone sitting at the table that she had fucked him afterwards. Her eyes went from Dominick to Keisha. “So, Keisha, you’ve just moved here?”
“Yes, from Atlanta.”
“Oh, okay. What line of work are you in?”
Keisha stared at the woman for a moment before answering. “I’m a photographer.” Although she didn’t say it, her tone implied that it was really none of Leslie’s business. Dominick’s eyes narrowed when Keisha sweetly asked, “And what is it that you do….?” She lowered her voice but intentionally mumbled loudly enough for them to hear. “…other than sleep with colleagues you meet at conferences.”
“What did you say!” Dominick frowned deepened. Keisha’s expression was one of complete innocence.
Jerra and Aleesha quickly stood up. “Uh…we’ll be right back. We’re going to the ladies room.”
When Keisha brought her drink to her lips to take another sip, Aleesha took it out of her hand and pulled her up by the arm. Rolling her eyes, Keisha stalked off, leaving her friends to follow.
Once they were gone, Leslie sent a knowing smile Dominick’s way as she delicately traced the rim of her glass. “So she’s the woman from your computer screen yesterday. She’s very attractive.” Dominick grunted. His eyes darted around the room as he ignored the statement. “Seems to be a lot of …sexual tension between you two which leads me to believe you haven’t slept with her yet.”
Dominick cut his eyes to Leslie in warning. He was used to her candor, but he didn’t want to talk to her about Keisha, and the look he gave her said as much.
Leaning over she kissed him. “Excuse me. I think I have to go to the ladies room as well.”
Dominick’s gaze sharpened. “Leslie…”
“Sweetie, please. I’m way past the stage of that ‘fighting in da club’ drama”, Leslie said in amusement. “I only want to clear the air. I’ll be right back.”
Dominick watched her as she left in the direction the other three women had taken. His eyes clashed with Darrell’s who was shaking his head in bewilderment.