The Corner III (No Way Out) (38 page)

“Who is it?” I asked, as I looked through the peephole. I ran my fingers through my braids when I noticed it was Danny.

“It’s me, Danny,” he said in a low voice that was music to my ears.

He’d been to my house here on the west side before but never at night. Only during the day when we’d be working and I needed to stop for something. I thought about my damn near see through robe I’d purchased from a Newport News magazine at seventy percent off. The magazine wasn’t one I shopped from, but an officer was placing an order while at the station, and she let me browse through the magazine, and that’s when I saw the steal. If it was someone else at my door, I would have told them to wait a second while I slipped something on, but I didn’t give a damn if he saw my neatly trimmed bush or my dark, thick nipples through the robe.

The door to the old house creaked as I slowly opened it.

“Danny, this is a surprise.”

He walked in with a fifth of Hennessy, which looked as if he’d taken several hefty swigs from, clutched in his hand. His tie was missing and the top two buttons to his shirt unfastened.

“Can I come in, or do you have company?” his mouth asked but his face showed that he hoped that I was alone.

“I’m alone.”

He walked in. Headed straight for the couch as I closed and locked the door. He unclipped his holster and badge from under his suit jacket and set his pistol on the coffee table next to mine. Something I imagined the two of us doing as we came home from work together as a couple.

“James?” he asked referring to my son.

“His dad picked him up a couple of hours ago. He’s with him until Sunday night.”

“Oh,” was all Danny said as he uncorked the top to his liquor.

“Wait,” I told him as he started to take a swallow from the bottle. I retrieved two glasses I got with a Courvoisier gift set. I dropped some cubes of ice in the glasses to cool the warm brown then took the bottle from him and poured.

Danny drank his down—I sipped.

“You okay?” I asked concerned with what the man I had fallen in love with was going through.

“I will be.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I just got hit with a dose of reality.”

“And what’s that?” I asked, even though I knew.

“That marriage now-a-days ain’t shit but a front. Something to do.”

“Don’t say that. You just got a slut.” He gave me a funny look for calling his wife a slut, but then his memory reminded him of her infidelity and a smile warmed his face.

“You’re right.”

I sipped my drink as he poured himself more. I guess he thought that he could drink the pain away.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Find someone of my own.”

Wondering if I heard him correctly, I asked, “Huh?”

“Do unto others,” he held his glass up for a toast. “As they do unto you!”

“Going out and getting a piece doesn’t solve your problems. Once you get your nut and your nerve endings come back down to normal, your problems are back.”

“Sounds like you been there before.”

“Yeah. So I had to stop fucking James’ dad. I stopped fucking period. Until I found the right one.”

“The right dick,” he managed to laugh. And I was glad to see a smile on his face.

“Whatever.” I got up from the couch. “I need to add a hit of coke with this shit.” I headed to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and bent over moving a head of lettuce, some bottles of juice and a Tupperware filled with left over lasagna to the side, trying to find a can of coke that I hadn’t drunk. As I reached for the soda I felt the heat from Danny’s hands as he gently grabbed my hips. I smiled a smile that he couldn’t see as I rose.

He pulled me toward him.

I backed
it
up.

He moved my hips with his hands and I went with his flow. My ass was grinding against him as I felt him grow. I knew he liked the feeling of a nice, thick, round ass instead of the small hump his thin wife sported. I moaned as I continued my grind and his hands slid toward my V. He bypassed the love area; sliding his hands up toward my midsection he untied my robe.

“You okay with this?” he asked. A bit of nervousness was in his voice.

“I think I should be asking you that question,” I said as his hand drifted down slowly, traveling over my pubic mound finding its way to a moist place.

He didn’t answer—at least not with words. He let his fingers do all the talking. One caressed my thigh and hip as the other massaged my wetness. He placed kisses on my neck and nibbled my ear. I turned my head so I could kiss him. So he could kiss me.

He did.

I did.

The taste of the straight cognac was still present on his tongue, and mine danced with his as if it was trying to get drunk.

He broke the kiss, moaned and began grinding his now rock hard tool on my ass all while he finger fucked me as if we were back in middle-school and this was all we knew to do. It felt good—damn good to have him in this way and to know what was next. I had masturbated to the thought of fucking this man for years and now was the time for it all to come true. I grabbed his wrist gently pulling so his two fingers would slide out of me easily. I turned to face him.

A puzzled look was on his face.

He asked, “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t say anything. I answered his question by licking his two fingers with the tip of my tongue then inserting them both into my mouth. Didn’t have to say a word. My actions showed that there was nothing wrong, that he was doing what I have wanted him to do for a long time. I moaned, as I tasted my own sweet juices. Turned him on with that. Acted as if his two fingers were his throbbing erection. Got him ready for what was next. He slid my robe off me, and it fell helplessly to the floor. He marveled at my body. I knew he liked what he saw. Gazed at what he’d been missing. He was about to take a breast to his mouth—I stopped him.

I got on my knees and unbuckled his expensive slacks. In an instant they along with his boxers were on the floor. I grabbed his one eyed snake as it stared me in the face. I stroked it as I admired the different shade of color. I was about to take in the dick of African American and Puerto Rican descent. I slowly took inch by inch as Danny moaned with delight. I did him oh so slowly savoring every bit of him. I caressed his balls and he intertwined his fingers in my braids as he caught my rhythm. I performed my magic on him. Tried to get him to forget about Angelica’s cheating ass.

Tried to get him to want what I have.

Tried to get him to want me.

Tried to get him to fall in love with me.

Because I was in love with him.

When I felt that Danny was to the point of no return I stopped then stood. We kissed deeply. No words were exchanged. There was no need. Our actions spoke volumes. He led me to the living room. Told me to sit, and I did as he took off the rest of his clothes. His body was so fit. I couldn’t wait for him to lie on top of me. He knelt down and parted my smooth chocolate thighs.

“Damn, you’re so wet!” he said excitedly.

I could see the hunger in his eyes.

“That’s what happens when a woman finally gets the man she has wanted to fuck for years,” I cooed.

He shook his head as if he was amazed at the sight of some good sista pussy.

I had to take him out of his trance, “So are you gonna tame this pussy or what?”

And with his whip of a tongue—tame my pussy was what he did. He ate me good and didn’t leave anything on the plate. He licked slowly for a while on my folds taking every nerve ending to its brink. He moaned as he spelled his name on my clit. He tongue fucked the hell out of me and when I came he drank my sweet juices without hesitation. When he looked up at me his goatee was so shinny that it looked as if he had used Vaseline on it. He stood as I still had my hands on my breasts caressing my thick, hardened nipples. He stroked himself and I noticed how his pubic hairs were just as pretty as the hair on his head. I spread my legs open even wider than they were. My ass was on the edge of the couch, my back on the pillows. He leaned over me and supported himself by resting his hand on the back of the couch. I grabbed his throbbing pole and directed its head to my opening. He barely broke the flesh and started to moan a sweet tune as he entered me slowly. I gasped as he stretched my walls.

“Fuuuck it’s so warm and wet,” he moaned.

“Oh, shit,” I screamed as he picked up his pace with every stroke.

“Do you want me to love you or fuck you?” he questioned.

I tried my best to put on my serious face, but I couldn’t while his sweet dick was doing the hustle inside of me.

In between strokes I managed to say, “You…still love…her, so fuck…me. Fuck me and…fuck me good in case you…feel…guilty tomorrow and this never happens again.”

And fuck me was what he did until he came inside me.

I lay in the bed and watched Danny as he slept. I had loved him for some time now and knew he wasn’t going to leave his wife. I knew he just wanted to feel good. Wanted to be loved. So that’s what I gave him and that’s what I’ll give him whenever he needs it. I couldn’t help but to think about that bitch. His wife was so fucked up, and I couldn’t stand her arrogant ass. I can remember the time when she wanted Danny to get rid of me as a partner. To get a male. The nerve of that ho to be jealous. She didn’t even realize that she had a man that was faithful. That is until now. When Danny and I sat in the bath together washing one another, he told me that it would be hard for him to leave her. I already knew that. He asked if we could still do this. Do what we’d done. I agreed, but I also knew I had to do something to that bitch. She had hurt my partner. The man I rode with everyday. The man I trusted with my life and he with mine. We had each other’s back every day. And I needed to have his. I knew what I had to do.

Danny was still upstairs sound asleep. I was in my den going through some of my notes from the job. I combed through the papers wondering if I had lost the number. Then I found it. I picked up my cell and dialed. Hanging up the phone crossed my mind but then a young woman answered.

I asked, “May I speak to Raheem?’

“Who this?” the young woman asked with her best hood-rat tone.

Not liking her attitude, I told her, “A friend.”

She droped the phone, and I heard her yell, “It’s another one of your bitches calling. I told you about that shit. You always—”

“Girl, shut the fuck up!” he yelled. “Who dis?” he answered the phone.

“Raheem, my man. This is Detective Wakefield.”

“Whad’up, fam,” he answered then I heard him yell toward the young woman, “See you always speculating and shit. That’s why I’ma get rid of yo’ ass. This the detective over my case. Damn, you stupid!”

The woman retorted, “So, the bitch shouldn’t be callin’ yo’ ass damn near midnight on Friday. I ain’t stupid!”

He barked, “Shut the fuck up, and go in the other room. I’m talking bidness!”

I asked, “You can’t keep your ho in check?”

“She ’bout to check her ass the fuck out my crib. Anyway, whad’up?”

“I got a job for you.”

“I get out my charges, all of ’em?”

“This some for real shit.”

“That time I’m gonna have to do if my charges don’t get dropped is some for real shit.”