Nude Awakening II (4 page)

“Fuck!” The driver shoved the door open and stood with his arms at his waist.

“What do we do now?”

The driver sighed. “Get rid of that AK and this van. I'll call you later on. Gimme a few days to think shit out.”

CHAPTER

Four

Sexing You

Uhhmmm . . . take this pussy, Smooch!” Jurnee heard Kandi moan through the partially opened bedroom door. Biting her upper lip, she continued to massage her left olive-toned breast while smearing the heavy wetness between her parted thighs. Focusing on the sounds, she matched the strokes against her clit with Kandi's constant pants. Hunching her hips up and down, she shoved her middle finger between her wet folds. Rocking against her digit, she pinched her nipple. With her eyes shut, she vividly fantasized about a union with Trevon. She envisioned herself riding the full steely span of his dick. He was pulling at her long hair while slapping her jiggling ass. Staying with that idea, she continued to please herself.

She slid another finger inside her tight slit and arched her back, driving her fingers deep. “Ahh fuck!” she whined, longing for someone to touch her all over. Releasing her nipple, she started to use both hands on herself. Reaching that higher level, she became lost with her self-pleasurement. The sounds of Trevon and Kandi had since ended five minutes ago. With her eyes still tightly shut, she finished herself off by stirring two fingers over her clit. Turning her face, she muffled her moans in the pillow.

Just as her body started to turn soft, she felt someone moving across the bed.

“Shhhh. It's me,” Kandi whispered in the dark. “Trevon is taking a shower, so we got to be quick and quiet.”

Jurnee smiled. “Did he cum inside you?” she asked, reaching to her right. To her delight, she filled her hands with Kandi's large D-cups.

“Yeah, why?” Kandi replied, reaching between Jurnee's legs.

“Let me taste you.”

“Let's sixty-nine side by side,” Kandi suggested.

In the dark, the two quietly licked and sucked each other's pussy, getting their fill. The act was unique for Jurnee. She slurped loudly between Kandi's soft thighs, relishing the warm cum that Trevon left behind. Mixed with Kandi's juices, Jurnee became high off the taste that saturated her tongue. She swirled her tongue between Kandi's meaty pussy lips, making her moan and quiver.

Lifting her leg up, she gave Kandi more access to swipe her tongue over her hairless sex. Their climax came in a rush. Both hated to untwine their limbs, but it was done with Kandi rolling quietly off the bed. In the dark, the two shared a quick kiss with their soft warm melons mashed together.

“I need to talk to you in the morning,” Kandi whispered lightly, rubbing her palm over the sides of Jurnee's hips.

Jurnee crushed her urge to question Kandi of the abortion papers she discovered. Maybe Kandi would explain herself tomorrow.

“Okay,” Jurnee said before sliding her tongue back inside Kandi's mouth. Ending the kiss, LaToria eased out of the bedroom with guilt riding on her shoulders. Entering her bedroom, she was greatly relieved to hear the shower still running. It was still a fact, even with Trevon in her life: LaToria was still a bisexual at heart. Pushing the bathroom door open, she joined Trevon in the steamy shower. Just for the hell of it, she reached between his legs to rub his soapy penis.

“I thought you were sleep,” he said, pulling her closer to his wet body.

“I'm hungry,” she purred, licking her upper lip.

“For what?”

“Some more of this dick,” she admitted, shamelessly making him hard with the touch of her hand.

Trevon squeezed her ass and then lowered his mouth to her breasts. LaToria moved her grip back and forth over his dick, making it stretch to its full measure. Parting her legs, she moved a step back, releasing him. “Fuck me from the back and hold my waist while you do me.”

Trevon lightly slapped both of her ass cheeks when she turned around to bend over against the wall. “Make it clap fo' me.”

“Okay, Smooch,” she said, looking over her shoulder. With a sexy look, she made her ass bounce and clap for her man. Her lust was burning to have him back inside her. Teasing her, he slid his dick between her ass cheeks while she continued to keep him in a trance.

“Now!” she moaned. “Put that dick in me. Gimme all that dick!”

Trevon slapped his erection up against her pussy four times before he pressed the tip against her opening. Looking down at the union, he held his breath until he was fully piercing her insides. His first thrust made her titties swing. Her ass began to jiggle and clap against his wet skin. Being raw inside her was a sensation that he would never tire of.

“Dis how you want it?!” he asked, stroking her with a smooth long dicking that had her chanting his name. Every fifth stroke, his palm would slap against her bouncing ass.

LaToria loved the dick. She wasn't acting, her pleasure was real. Being with him made her feel desired beyond sex. Catching her by surprise, she jerked up on her toes when he pushed his thumb inside her ass.

“Yeah, Smooch!” she shouted. “Fuck my ass and pussy! Oooo you fucking my ass and my pussy!”

They stayed joined together for nine and a half minutes.

“Shit! I'm cummin'!” she shouted with two fingers rubbing her clit. With the water pelting her ass, she shoved hard against Trevon, gasping and feeling weak. His arms circled her waist, holding her up while he jabbed in and out of her creamy hole.

***

“Damn, that was the bomb,” she later purred, spooning in the bed naked with him.

Trevon grinned. “That pregnant pussy got a nigga open.”

“Boy, shut up.” She smiled, snuggling closer against him.

A brief silence fell between them. Trevon closed his eyes, inhaling the strong coconut lotion that coated LaToria's soft skin. He felt lucky to have her. Sure, she had her faults just as he did, but he loved her. Even with LaToria's strong Nicki Minaj resemblance, he was able to respect her beyond the stance of mere looks. Most evident to him, she took him in with all his faults and scarred past. Their future? In truth, it scared him. Was he ready to be a father? A husband? With a hand lying on her belly, he reminded himself to take it day by day. The moment now was perfect, and that's a life he sought to have with LaToria.

***

While Trevon and LaToria found rest, trouble was wide awake up in Washington, D.C. Tahkiyah Bradford sat inside a dark silver BMW 640i convertible parked outside The Park at Fourteenth Club with its engine running. Tonight she had no plans to enter the club, even with the lure to mingle with a celeb or two. Behind the tinted window, she scanned the parking lot. She wore a heavy padded dark green L.L. Bean leather coat that hid her soft feminine contours. What couldn't be hidden was her ageless beauty. At the age of fifty-four, she easily fooled many to believe that she was in her mid to late thirties. With her light skin tone and doe-like hazel eyes, her looks were seldom compared to Sanaa Lathan. Shifting in the leather seat, she removed her designer glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, showing that she wasn't out to mingle. Sliding her glasses back on, she skimmed her fingers over the two items in her lap, a smartphone turned off because she wasn't expecting any calls. The second item was a fully loaded black and chrome 9-millimeter. A horn blew behind her. She ignored it, keeping her gaze focused at the entrance of the parking lot. She wanted some good news tonight. What she craved even more was peace and some sentiment of closure in her life. Just when her tolerable patience began to waiver, a black Dodge Durango pulled into the parking lot with dirty snow caked up around the wheel wells. Tahkiyah placed her smartphone on the dashboard and then thumbed the safety off the 9-millimeter. Two minutes later, she had company.

“Cold out, ain't it?” a white male with a full salt and pepper beard intoned, closing the door.

Tahkiyah sighed. “Do you have the information I requested? I didn't drive all the way out here to discuss the weather!”

“Yeah, I got it,” he replied, unzipping his brown-hooded parka. “Here, take a look at this.” He handed her a sealed manila envelope.

“Thank you,” she murmured, eager to view the contents.

“Mind if I light one up?” the man asked, reaching inside the parka for his cigarettes.

“Yes, I do mind,” she replied stiffly without looking at him.

Sighing, he waited until she broke the seal on the envelope. “The pictures that I mentioned in my e-mail are enclosed.”

“I would hope so since I paid you sixty percent up front.” She shifted through the papers until she reached a stack of pictures.

“That's her house,” he explained, after seeing which picture she held.

“And you're sure it's here? I can't afford any mistakes with this.”

“Without a doubt. I ran a full background check, and the birth certificate and social security number you gave me were a match.”

Tahkiyah stayed silent until she picked up a second picture. To get a better look, she reached up to turn the interior light on. “Is this her?” she asked with her heart racing.

“Yeah. That's as close as I could get.”

Tahkiyah couldn't remove her eyes from the photo. “What's her name?” she asked quickly.

The man cleared his throat. “LaToria Nicole Frost.”

“LaToria,” Tahkiyah repeated to herself.

“Yeah. I can find out more about her if needed. Starting with her job and stuff like that. She also—”

“You've done well enough,” she said. “Our terms of business end here.”

“Are you sure? I can easily—”

“I said our terms end here!” She made an unnoticed shift that placed a firm grip on the 9-millimeter wedged between the door and the seat.

“Fine with me.” The private investigator zipped up his parka. He then made a rude exit without saying goodbye.

Alone once again, Tahkiyah was now faced with a choice. It took her several minutes to make up her mind. Doing so, she reached for her smartphone. Doubting her boyfriend Anthony was awake, she elected to send him a text message.

I'm okay. Will call u soon. Please manage things in the office until I return. Promise 2 explain. XOXO

Making it hard to change her mind, she pulled out of the parking lot and headed south. She wasn't packed for the trip to South Florida, but time nor money stood a matter with Tahkiyah. She could buy clothes when she reached the end of her trip. Leaving D.C. behind, she kept the 9-millimeter always within reach. Driving in silence, she softly whispered LaToria's name with tears rolling down her face. Tahkiyah was unable to let the past rest. She would face LaToria and worry about the results of it later. Mile after mile she drove down I-95. She willed herself on, refusing to stop and turn around.

***

Haters tried 2 make me a ghost in my Ghost!

Swagga tweeted when he finally made it home at two in the morning. He was still jumpy from the shooting, so to ease off the edge, he filled his lungs with some killer weed.

“I feel like Scarface up in dis bitch!” Swagga said and kicked back on the new brown and black gator sectional sofa in the huge living room. He took a hard long pull on the joint while his manager Harry Storm shook his head, frowning.

As promised, Rick had beefed up Swagga's security with an addition of four men.

“I need me a new ride.” Swagga's voice dragged.

“Shouldn't you be more concerned about who tried to—”

“Can you handle it or not?” Swagga bassed on Harry. “Dat's the fuckin' police job, not mine!”

Harry removed his glasses. He hated how Swagga tried to play the gangsta role every day of his life. “I'm your music manager not your personal assistant, Swagga.”

Swagga sat up, staring at Harry. “Muthafucka, you work fo' me! It's my name dat push yo' checks, so you better switch up that—”

“Swagga, chill,” Rick said, rising up from the stool at the bar. “He has a point. This some serious shit we dealing with.”

“Man, it is what it is.” Swagga sat back reaching for the bottle of Crown Royal Black.

Harry slid his glasses back on. “You need to get back in the recording booth soon,” he said, absently looking at Swagga filling his glass for the third time.

“I know,” Swagga slurred. “Cain't you see a nigga is stressed? You a good ole white boy, so I doubt nobody eva popped no slugs atcha.”

“And I hope to keep it that way,” Harry replied.

Swagga looked up from filling his glass. “See what I mean, Rick? Harry don't back down, yo! He gonna have the same drive to get me back on top of the rap game!”

Rick rubbed his tired eyes, feeling the need for an energy boost.

“What are your plans?” Harry asked just as Swagga lifted the whiskey to his lips.

“I'ma be ready Monday.” Swagga lowered the glass. “Lemme clear my mind of all this shit.”

Harry stood. “Good.”

“Why don't cha spend the night?” Swagga offered.

Harry shook his head. “Wife is waiting up for me.”

Swagga shrugged, and then he raised the glass to his lips.

“I'll have one of the guards see you to your car, Mr. Storm,” Rick said as Harry picked up his leather briefcase.

Swagga continued to get high in the comfort of his mansion. Rubbing his forehead, he found it odd that he was missing Kendra's company. Maybe it was best that she had bounced out. He couldn't imagine the pain of losing her because of some hating ass nigga. Smiling, he thought back to last year and how he hated so much on Trevon all because of Kandi's phat ass. Thinking of her made his dick hard.

“TV on,” he said, turning the new voice activated 100-inch smart TV on. “Video six.”

Three seconds later, Kandi's naked, oiled up, 48-inch ass filled the screen. She was outside by a pool with two black men that would fuck her endlessly for the next forty minutes. Swagga owned all of Kandi's adult films, all but her last that included Trevon.

“Bitches ain't shit,” he slurred, watching the two men rubbing Kandi's ass while she stroked them below their waist. Swagga held no guilt about trying to kill Kandi to keep his deeds with Chyna a secret. Watching the porn easily reminded him of his times with Kandi in bed. Not wanting to spend the night alone, he picked up his cell phone to call up one of his many groupies.