The First Lady (37 page)

“C’mon, Karen, get to the point. I told you I ain’t got a whole bunch of time.”

“Okay … okay … She decided to give him something a little more special; she’ taking him to hedonism, in Jamaica.”

“Hedonism, isn’t that the place where everyone walks around nude?”

“Mmm-hmm. And check this out sis: she wants me to go with them.

“What?” I raised an eyebrow. “Go with them for what?”

She wants to give Rashad a threesome for his birthday. And she asked me to be the third person. Can you believe that shit? Now is that the ultimate birthday present or what?”

“Stop lying, Karen. That woman does not want you to fuck her husband.”

“I’m not, girl. She even gave me the brochure, look.” She reached in her bag and pulled out a pamphlet that looked like a page out of a porn magazine. “For real, Karen, she wants me to go with her and her husband to the hedonism so the three of us can get our groove on.”

I stared at my sisters in silence for a few seconds. “Please tell me you told that woman no.”

Her face became very serious. “Do I look like a fool? That’s my best friend, and the best way to lose your best friend is to sleep with her man, even if she’s going to be in the room. I’m just shocked that she would even ask me some shit like that. I can’t even imagine sharing my man like that.”

“I know, that’s right. Just the thought of Tony being with another woman makes my stomach turn. Speaking of Tony, I’ve gotta get upstairs, girl.” I blew my sister a kiss, then waved as I made my way to my front door. When I got into the apartment Tony was sitting on the living room sofa fully dressed with a beer in his hand. From the empty bottles on the coffee table I was sure it wasn’t his first. I didn’t mind, though, because when Tony drank, Tony was aggressive in bed, and that was exactly what I needed.

“Hey, daddy,” I purred affectionately as I walked over and sat in his lap. We kissed and I could taste the beer on his tongue as he held me tightly. “Daddy, momma’s been thinkin’ about you all day.”

“I’ve been thinking about you, too, boo. We really need to talk.”

I kissed him. “Well, we can talk later. Right now, I need you, baby. I need you inside of me.” I reached down and caressed the part of him I needed most. He grinned showing me the slight gap in his teeth, which, in some strange way, I found very sexy.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“No, baby. I sure can’t. Now give me what I need, daddy.”

Tony stood up, lifting me in the air as I held on to his strong broad shoulders. As he started to walk toward the bedroom, I could feel myself getting even more moist. The thought of him laying on top of me, pounding me or riding it from the back, was all I could think about on the way home.

I’d met Tony about two years ago at the Q Club. We’d taken it slow at first to get to know each other. As a matter of fact, we’d taken almost six months before we even had sex. But, once we’d committed the act, it had been on. It seemed like every time we saw each other we’d have sex. And, I’d done things with Tony that I never even dreamed about doing with other men. Matter of fact, I expected an engagement ring toward the end of the month, perhaps around my birthday. God, I couldn’t wait to marry that man.

Tony had wanted to have at least three kids. And, although I was thirty-two, I planned on giving him exactly what he wanted. I loved that man’s dirty drawers, and that was nothing that would make me leave my man. Sometimes, I sit back and think about how my friends and sister would talk about how men don’t wanna help out and don’t wanna work, and the ones that did wanna work were never around to romance you. But, my Tony was like a magician. Not only did he work one job, but he had two. And, although he didn’t live with me, he still helped me pay half the rent. And when it came to romance, what he couldn’t do as far as quantity of time, he sure made up for it in quality, because my beau romanced me every chance he got—flowers, candy, shopping, candlelit dinners, and every six months we took a trip to a different island. Yeah, I had the perfect man, and in the next five minutes, the perfect man was about to give me some of that perfect dick.

Tony kicked the unlocked door to my bedroom open, then lay me down on the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I looked up at him. He was a good six feet four inches tall with an extremely athletic build. His golden-brown complexion was framed by solid, chiseled features, and a clean-shaven face. “Rough, Tony. Rough. I want it hard and rough. I don’t want that gentle shit tonight. I want my Mandingo warrior.”

“Is that what you want?” He grinned holding his manhood like it was a sausage. “You want it rough, huh? Well, get your shit off. ‘Cause I’m about to break your back and two of your ribs.”

“You can try.” I teased as I hurried to get out of my clothes off.