Nina's Got a Secret (16 page)

S
HARRARD PARKED HIS CAR AT THE FOOT OF THE HILL
near the entrance to the long driveway that led up to Larry and Nina's house. He walked from the car up to the front porch and leaned against one of the huge columns as he sent Val a text message alerting her that he was outside.

“Sharrard is outside. Are you ready?” Val asked Nina.

“Let's just get this over with,” Nina replied in a low tone.

“Yeah, you ready,” Val curtly replied.

Val walked down the hallway and peeked in Precious' bedroom to make sure she was asleep. She then tiptoed downstairs and looked in Nina's bedroom to make sure Larry was asleep. Although she really couldn't see him, she could definitely hear him. Larry snored so loud, he could be heard even with the bedroom door closed.

“Come on in,” Val whispered as she stuck her head outside the front door.

Like a veteran burglar, Sharrard tiptoed inside and darted up the stairs. The excitement of the moment made his adrenaline flow like he was playing in a football game.

“Wuz uppppp?” he asked as he walked into the guest room and saw Nina sitting on the bed.

“Shhhh,” Nina admonished. “My baby is a few doors away,” she whispered in a stern tone.

A few seconds later, Val came into the room. She gently closed the door and locked it.

“Everybody is sound asleep,” she said as she turned and looked at Sharrard.

Val became annoyed when she noticed that Sharrard was staring at Nina. Nina had walked to the other side of the room and was looking out the window. Sharrard walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Don't worry; this will be our little secret,” he whispered into her ear and then started gently kissing her neck.

Nina didn't move. She just stood there with her arms folded. She fought back the desire to turn around and embrace him. This felt like rape to her. She wasn't being physically forced to have sex, but in some ways, this blackmail felt just as intrusive.

While Sharrard pulled Nina's gown off, Val walked up behind him and started raising his shirt up. She started nibbling and licking his back while she reached around and massaged his huge pole. Her rock-hard nipples were pressed against his back while his rock-hard penis was lodged up against Nina's crack.

Nina tried to stay strong, but her flesh was weak. It had been months since she'd had sex, and her willpower was weakening like a recovering drug addict forced to sleep next to a mound of cocaine.

After Nina failed to turn around, Sharrard spun her around and attacked her perky breasts. Nina didn't fight it. In fact, within moments, she was grabbing the back of his head and pressing his face into her chest.

Sharrard lifted Nina up and placed her on the bed. He then turned to Val and pushed her on the bed. The two women lay there side by side and watched as Sharrard dropped his pants.

Sharrard opened Nina's legs and commenced to using his middle and index finger on his left hand to pleasure her. Nina grimaced and squirmed at first. Sharrard had big hands. Her hole hadn't been penetrated so aggressively in a long time.

“Uhhh,” she moaned.

Sharrard showed no mercy as he readied her cavern for the pounding that was soon to come. While Nina wiggled like a virgin being broken in, Sharrard reached over and opened Val's legs and used the same two fingers on his right hand to ready her. Val's hole was accustomed to such penetration. She welcomed the intrusion. Rather than run from his massive fingers, she grabbed his wrist and forced his fingers deeper.

Sharrard smiled. He was so impressed by Val's eagerness that he decided to enter her first. But not before he slid on a condom. Val saw the condom and immediately started pondering a way to get it off.

“Don't put that on; I want it raw,” she begged.

“Are you crazy?” Sharrard asked.

With the condom in place, he dove into Val's moist vagina with no hesitation. As he stroked Val with all his might, he continued to finger Nina. To help control Nina's moaning, he leaned over and stuck his tongue into her mouth and let her suck on it. Within minutes, Val was climaxing and Nina was grabbing Sharrard's wrist and forcing his fingers deeper inside of her.

While Val lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, panting and enjoying the residue of her orgasm, Sharrard slid between Nina's legs and drove his rock-hard pole deep inside of her. He grabbed Nina's ankles with one hand and placed them both on his left shoulder. This position was his specialty. It allowed him to slide deeper inside his victims, rendering them helpless and Nina was no different.

With both ankles perched on Sharrard's shoulder, Nina found herself twisted partially onto her side. Sharrard used his right hand to grab her neck and pulled her body toward him. His biceps were massive. His pecs looked like someone had stuffed two miniature basketballs in his chest. His strength was too much for
her. All Nina could do was bite the pillow as she unleashed enough backed-up juice to wet a beach towel. Nina came so hard that she farted.

Val chuckled as she watched Sharrard's sweat-covered upper torso shine while he dominated Nina. Her smile turned to concern when she noticed Sharrard eyes closing.

He's about to cum. I'll be damn if I'm gonna let him spill my future in her. I want that nut inside of me.
Val reached down and literally pulled Sharrard's penis out of Nina.

“I want you to fuck me some more,” she demanded.

“What are you doin', girl?” Sharrard asked, annoyed.

“I want you in me.”

“Wait your damn turn.”

“I can't wait,” Val replied as she stroked Sharrard's throbbing penis.

Once his eyes started to close again, Val pulled his penis toward her until he was forced to lay prone on top of her in the bed. She kissed him for a moment and then rolled him over on his back. Once she got him down, she ripped the condom off and hopped on top of him.

“Bitch, are you crazy?” Sharrard asked.

Val acted like she didn't hear him as she mounted his pole like a jockey mounting a thoroughbred horse. She pressed down on Sharrard's shoulders and started grinding on him. An eruption was inevitable. So much so, within seconds, Sharrard could actually feel himself squirting inside of her.

He immediately tried to regain control of the situation, but Val wasn't having it. Her swollen vaginal lips locked onto his dick like a pit bull on a steak. Val could feel Sharrard's manhood deep inside her abdomen. Her body rejoiced at the feeling of his penis kneading her walls.

Any man would have been rendered helpless by her moisture,
and Sharrard was no different. After a few seconds of fake machismo, he quit fighting and allowed his body to relax. Moments later, he started climaxing so hard and loud that Val had to place a pillow over his mouth.

Val pressed his shoulders down, flung her head toward the sky, and let herself go. She could feel herself getting light-headed as she climaxed like never before. She rolled her stomach and thighs like a belly dancer at the same time he climaxed, hoping that her eggs and his sperm would meet and become one.

The room was quiet for about five minutes afterwards. Nina was sitting on a chair in the corner looking out the window. Val stared aimlessly at the ceiling as she lay naked across the bed. Sharrard looked extremely upset as he paced back and forward around the room naked.

“What's wrong?” Val asked.

“Bitch, you know what's wrong! You stole my nut,” Sharrard said. “I oughta beat yo ass.”

“Sharrard, you need to leave . . . now,” Nina demanded.

Sharrard rolled his eyes at Val as he put on his clothes. He didn't look her way or say another word as he slipped on his shoes. As he walked toward the door, he turned to Val and said in a sinister voice, “You think you're slick, but I got news for you. I ain't takin' care of a baby. If you're pregnant, you'd better get rid of it.”

Val didn't say anything. She just sat in the bed looking dejected. Nina never once looked in Sharrard's or Val's direction. She just sat in the high-back chair and looked out of the window. Her eyes looked sad, empty.

Sharrard opened the door and tiptoed down the stairs. Like a thief in the night, he navigated through the darkness and scurried toward the front door. But what he didn't realize was that he was
being watched by a set of eyes that were peering through a partially opened bedroom door.

L
ARRY DROVE INTO THE DRIVEWAY WEARING A SMILE
. At first glance, it appeared that he was smiling because Nina finally let him drive the new BMW SUV he'd purchased for her; but that wasn't the case. He sprung from the driver's seat and darted to the back of the truck. The automatic latch released and the hatch opened. Larry pulled out a shiny pink bicycle, with glitter flakes and streamers dangling from the handlebars.

He ran to the front door and called out his stepdaughter's name. “Precious, come here, baby!”

With a Capri Sun in her right hand and a partially eaten chocolate chip cookie in her left hand, Precious came running to the front door. She and Larry had developed such a close bond that she was now spending more time with him than Nina.

“Close your eyes, Cutie.”

“You got somethin' for me?” Precious asked as she jumped up and down.

“Yep, I got something special for you. Open your eyes.”

Precious opened her beautiful little eyes and looked at the bike. Her million-watt smile quickly turned to a frown that could only be the byproduct of a harsh memory.

Her sudden mood change surprised Larry and sent him into fix it mode.

“Precious, what's wrong? You don't like the color?”

“I like the color.”

“Well, what's wrong, baby?”

“I don't know how to ride a bike.”

“Baby girl, you really don't know how to ride this bike?”

“No,” replied Precious in a low tone as she avoided eye contact. “My mama never got me a bike. I tried to ride a bike one time and I fell. All my friends started laughin' at me.”

In true father fashion, Larry cringed at the shame he saw in the child's eyes when she admitted she couldn't ride the bike. He knelt down and grabbed the child's chin.

“We're gonna make sure no one laughs at you again. Do you want me to teach you how to ride this bike?”

“Yeah,” Precious replied as the corners of her lips begin to turn upward. The smile that came forth melted Larry's heart.

Larry grabbed the new protective helmet he bought for her and resolved that he was going to forever change the child's life. “Come on, baby, we're about to make you the best bike rider in California.”

Nina sat on the plush loveseat in the corner of the living room. She stared out the window and watched as Larry tried to teach Precious how to ride her bike. With Larry struggling to keep his hand on the back of her bike seat, Precious zoomed down the driveway. It looked like Precious was starting to get the hang of it until she looked back and noticed that Larry had released the seat and she was on her own.

The look of fear on the child's face rivaled that of a black man going to a Ku Klux Klan convention. Precious' picturesque smile turned to a shriek as she turned to look forward and saw her bike heading toward the thick shrubs that aligned the edge of the driveway.

“Turn your bike, baby!” Larry yelled.

Precious followed Larry's instruction, but she turned the handlebars too hard. Seconds later, the child went from learning how to ride a bike to learning how to fly. She flew headfirst over the handlebars. Fortunately, Larry had insisted that she wear
that helmet; it protected her head from the impact, but she felt the might of the hard concrete.

Nina immediately jumped to her feet when she saw Precious fly through the air like a stuntwoman. She started to run outside, but stopped when she saw Larry's reaction. She's noticed that Larry and Precious had become close, but it wasn't until that moment that she realized how far they'd progressed. Their bond was taut and unabashed. Neither Larry nor Precious hesitated to show their affection and unconditional need for the other.

Nina marveled at Larry's interaction with Precious; the way he helped her up after she fell, the gentleness he displayed as he used the palms of his hands and his thumbs to wipe away the tears and dirt that covered her face.

She was equally blown away at Precious' response to Larry. A lump developed in her throat as she fought back her emotions when she saw Precious wrap her tiny arms around his neck and place her head on his shoulder as he carried her inside to care for her bleeding kneecaps.

More than three months had passed since the crash that had taken Chrissy's life. Larry continued to succeed in business and worked hard to keep Precious and Nina feeling like they were a priority to him. Unfortunately, a person's actions can only hide the pain that festers within for a short time. Larry's facial expression seemed lifeless at times. His voice seemed monotone, even faint on some occasions. Depression had set up shop in his soul, and there didn't appear to be a departure date in sight.