Kiss Me on the Inside (11 page)

She couldn't put one and one together to come up with two. She had no explanation other than she might have dropped it in by accident. By this time her mind was off studying. The ice cream was like an aphrodisiac and it was transferring signals to her brain, and they had nothing to do with studying. She had been denying herself a man for so long and her body was in rebellious mode. She was horny and she needed the touch of a man.
Maybe a cold shower will help
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She ran to the bathroom and stripped off her clothes, but she saw her reflection in mirror and her naked body spoke a silent language. Her seductive eyes pled with her. Her thick lips begged to be kiss. Her firm breasts longed for the caress of a man's hand. She turned the faucet on and stepped inside the tub. She was trying to control the urges but it was in vain. She imagined as the warm water ran down her body and it brought her to think of that day when she saw Mark at the park with sweat running down his chiseled body. The hard metal faucet had her imaging Mark standing naked in front of her with his manhood standing firm.

Taking a shower wasn't helping at all. She got out of the shower, trying to run away from her wild imagination. She covered herself with a towel and hastily walked to her bedroom. She took a deep breath and dialed Mark's number. He picked up on the first ring.

“I need you,” Nikki said without hesitation.

That was all Mark needed to hear. He was there in no time, as if he had been lurking around the corner awaiting her phone call. She opened the door and escorted him inside her bedroom, closing the door behind him. She dropped her towel and his mouth widened.

“Is this what you want?”

He nodded his head like a bobble-head doll. She used her finger and pushed his chin up to close his mouth. She sat on the edge of the bed and parted her legs. He swallowed hard. He tried to speak but he was still at a loss for words.

“Take your shirt off,” she instructed and he complied. “If you want it, come and get it.”

Mark was in shock. He didn't know who this woman was. This wasn't the Nikki he knew. This woman wanted sex. Studying was far from her mind. He grabbed her face and passionately kissed her. She unbuckled his belt and his pants fell to the ground. She stood up and pressed her body against his naked chest and felt his heartbeat. She wanted to be one with him so she hugged him tight. She felt his hands grip her ass and she panicked.

“What am I doing?” She backed away from him.

“Please don't stop,” Mark begged.

“I can't do this.” She tried to cover herself. “This was a mistake. You have to leave! I have to study.”

“When are you going to stop hiding behind your damn books?”

“Is that how you see it? My books were here before you and will be here after you.”

“I didn't mean to offend you,” Mark said apologetically. “But I know you are hiding behind your books to protect your heart.” Mark held her in his arms. “You don't need to be scared. I'm here to love you. Look at me.” Mark spun her around. “I love you. I love you, Nicolette.”

Tears ran from her eyes. He kissed her lips and she didn't refuse him. He lifted her off her feet and placed her on the bed. He wiped the tears from her face and kissed her lips again. He slithered his tongue down her body and he kissed every part of her. She released her fears and spread her legs open. He parted her bush forest and found her pot of gold.

“Open your eyes. Look at me. I'm here for you.”

Nikki looked at the man who was giving her sensations she hadn't felt in years. Her legs trembled.

“Let it out, baby. Don't hold back.” Mark spread her legs with his hand and kept his head in her center, He knew she was ready for him and he entered her. Nikki clung on to him when she felt his manhood inside her. He filled her up with little room to maneuver. He was gentle with her. They found their grove. He made love to her mind, body, and soul.

Things were too calm around the house lately. A storm was brewing somewhere and trust me it was about to hit with mighty force. Keisha pushed Nikki's door open like a raging bull. Nikki and Mark franticly hid their naked bodies under the sheet as Keisha's mouth spit fire like an angry dragon.

“You fucking bitch!” Keisha yelled.

“Get out!” Nikki screamed

“This isn't a whorehouse!” Keisha hollered

“Get out!”

“This is not a hotel so I will suggest you take your fuck fest somewhere else. And secondly the rent is due so I hope you he's paying you.”

Keisha exited the room, leaving the door open behind her. Nikki was confused. She didn't know what to make of what just happened. She wasn't sleeping with Keisha's man. Feeling humiliated and belittled she hid her face under the sheet. Mark wanted to stay with her but she told him to leave. She wrapped herself in the sheet and hurried to Keisha's bedroom, almost tripping as she walked. She pushed the door and entered but Keisha wasn't there. She raced to the bathroom but still couldn't find her. Her last stop was the kitchen, which was to be expected because she never resisted a glass of red wine.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Keisha laughed and raised her glass to Nikki. “Were you that boring in bed that he didn't stay for seconds?” Keisha teased, knowing damn well what she had done.

“You shut your damn mouth because that is the last time you will ever disrespect me like that again.”

“I'm so scared.” Keisha rolled her eyes. “I should have known that you were really a bitch!” Nikki stepped to her and Keisha also took a step forward. “You need to take a couple of steps back and realize whose house you're in.”

“Trust me, I know where I am.”

“Do you really? Because I don't understand why you would be here acting like you're in charge.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tear you apart right now.”

“You have ten seconds to get the hell out my face before I throw you out my house.”

“You are a jealous, pathetic bitch!”

“Now you have five seconds.”

“You can't stand to see someone happier than you?”

“Oh, please.” Keisha walked away from her. “You can't even see the truth when it's right in front of you.”

“You are so right. I see it clearly now. You are nothing but a jealous bitch!”

“You are an unappreciative bitch! After all I did for you. I'm looking out for you and this is how you repay me.”

“Are you really looking out for me? Is that what you call it? You barged into my room and insulted me.”

“You insult yourself by sleeping with a man you don't even know. He wanted one thing and you just gave it up.”

“That's none of you damn business.”

“Can't say I never warned you.”

“He chose classy over trashy and you just can't stand it.” Nikki got the last word.

Nikki walked away, leaving Keisha to drown her jealousy in her red wine. Keisha had a sinister look on her face as she watched her walk away. She rose her glass to her lips and finished her wine. It didn't matter much to Keisha if Nikki never spoke to her again; besides, her life was too busy for her to think about anybody's feelings other than her own.

“You need to pack a suitcase. I'm taking you with me to Jamaica for the weekend. Be ready in an hour.”

“Bling, it's short notice.” She tried to disguise her excitement. Keisha was jumping up and down in her bed. Unbeknownst to Bling, she was ready to go.

“It's only going to be for the weekend. I have to perform at ATI in Negril. Pack light.”

“Bling, I can't. I have to—”

“What can be more important than going away with me?” Bling cut her off in midsentence.

Actually nothing was more important to Keisha because Keisha was already taking clothes out of her closet. “I just have to cancel a few appointments.”

“I'll be there in an hour.” Click. He hung up before she could say another word.

Keisha took out her Louis Vuitton duffle bag from under the bed. She didn't have to second-guess what she was going to pack because she had outfits for all occasions. The duffle bag was stuffed with clothes and shoes within minutes.

She remembered she had forgotten to pack the most important items of all and she hurried to her lingerie drawer. She had lingerie of all colors and style. “This is the winner for tonight.” She held up a red teddy with matching crotch-less panties. “You don't even have to take these off, baby.” She tossed in a bunch of edible panties. Keisha picked out some more lingerie and stuffed it into the bag that was obviously full to capacity. Keisha was packing in excitement, knowing the erotic nights and days that awaited her.

Keisha put her legs in a jean miniskirt and danced and wiggled herself into it. “Damn! I have to shave my legs.” Keisha ran to the bathroom and plastered her legs with Nair to remove the hair. She washed her hands and did her makeup while she waited for the Nair to do its job. She did her makeup light but the pink eye shadow was heavy over her eyes. The pink lip gloss made her full lips plump. She combed through her wrap and the sixteen-inch weave resting on her back. Nicki Minaj had nothing on her.

The Nair was starting to irritate her legs. It was burning and she knew it was time to wash the chemical off. She took a washcloth and wiped her legs. The hair came off, leaving her legs smooth to the touch. Keisha still had ten minutes to finish getting dressed. She applied Victoria's Secret lotion to her legs and they were as smooth as a baby's butt.

Keisha went to put her blouse on but knew instantly it was a bad idea to do her makeup first. “Why didn't I put my blouse on before I did my makeup?” She had intended to put on a white blouse but it would definitely get soiled if she tried putting it over her head. “I guess I have to enter from bottom up.” Keisha put her legs in and tried to get it over her skirt, and a few threads popped along the way but they weren't visible to the eye. The white Guess off-the-shoulder blouse hugged her breasts and her waist, giving her an hourglass shape. Her pink Guess six-inch high-heel pumps went with her pink clutch purse.

She pulled her Louis Vuitton duffle to the door. Beep. Beep. A loud horn sounded outside. Before she could open the door the horn was going off again. She opened the door and Bling's driver got out of the car. “I'm coming! I'm coming!” The man ran up the steps to get her bag.

“You know it's bumper-to-bumper traffic on I-95 to JFK Airport this time of day. And make sure you have your passport,” Bling shouted from the back seat of the black Lexus.

“Oh shit.” She hurried to her bedroom. She knew exactly where to find it. She pulled out the nightstand drawer and took it out. She exited the house and Bling whistled. She got in the back seat with Bling and her jean miniskirt went up a few more inches when she sat. Bling glided his hand up her skirt.

“Not here.” She removed his hand.

“Don't mind me. I hear no evil, see no evil,” the driver assured them.

Bling laughed at his friend's humor. “I'm not giving you a show, you pervert.”

Keisha rolled her eyes at him. Her phone started to ring in her pocketbook and she answered it. “Listen, I can't talk to you right now. I'm going away for the weekend but that doesn‘t mean it's time off for you. You know what to do so do it. The plan is still in motion so stick to it.” She ended her conversation.

“What's that about?”

“Work as usual.” Keisha dismissed his inquiry.

The hour-and-a-half ride took almost three thanks to roadwork.

“Last call for flight number 376.” The announcement echoed over the speaker at JFK. They rushed to check in, just barely making the flight.

The seat belt sign came on and they buckled up. “I'm scared of heights. I'm scared of flying. Why did I let you talk me into this?” Keisha was using her hands to cover her face. Being excited about going away with Bling made her forget about her fear of flying but now her fears were back. The last time she went to Florida for her birthday with Mr. Money turbulence had made her fear heighten and she hadn't flown since then.

“Relax, I'm right here. What could go wrong?”

The plane lifted up in the air and Keisha was hyperventilating. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God.” Bling was laughing hysterically. “It's not funny.”

He put his arms around her, bringing her closer to him. “Just breathe.”

Keisha actually felt safe in his arms. She managed to calm herself down and relax.

It wasn't long before Bling had fallen asleep with his arms still cuddling Keisha. Keisha watched his nostrils flare up and down as he inhaled and exhaled. She glided her finger across his bushy eyebrow, smiling at the thought of how handsome their baby would be. She laid her head back and closed her eyes and exhaled.

 

The resort in Negril, Jamaica was beautiful. Their hotel was overlooking the beach. Keisha viewed the ocean from the balcony. She wanted to go dip her body in the water the minute she arrived. She was away from Nikki and Tina and she couldn't be happier. She was stress free whenever she was with Bling. Keisha was the happiest woman on earth, especially knowing he was with her and not his wife. “Babe, let's go swimming. The water is so beautiful.”

“I have to take a rain check. The promoter is picking me up in five minutes. I have to go to the radio station and then I have to meet and greet the fans. But I promise I'll go when I get back.”

Bling took his shirt off and his bare chest was like dark chocolate to Keisha's eyes. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips. “I thought we would have some time together before you do business.” She moved her hand across his chest before he could get his Sean John white T-shirt over his head to cover his body. Her lips were on his chocolate skin. He held the shirt in his hand and braced his back on the door. Keisha released his buckle and took his manhood in her mouth. Bling's eyes rolled back in his head. Keisha took in all of him and he grabbed her head.

Bang, bang. Someone pounded on the door. “Bling, open the door. Let's go. Time is money!”

Bling tried to free himself from Keisha but she still held on to him. “Give me a minute!” he shouted back. Keisha pulled her skirt up and turned her ass to him, letting him know that she wanted him. Bling couldn't resist. “Are you all right in there? Open the door,” Bling's friend, Future, said.

Keisha wanted his friend to hear him loving her body. She was throwing it at him. She bent down and grabbed her ankles and he went wild. He couldn't control himself. He was giving it to her and she loved it. “It's all yours, baby. Give it to mama.” Keisha knew her dirty talk would have him going wild and it worked.

“Do your thing, man!” Future yelled from outside the door. “I'll be in the lobby waiting.”

 

 

After Bling left she took a short nap. She woke up and was upset at herself for wasting time sleeping when she could be enjoying paradise. She couldn't just stay in the room all day. Keisha unzipped her suitcase and found her leopard-print bikini. Keisha made her way to the beach with a white sheer sarong blowing in the wind. She found her spot on the beach and spread her towel. She sat for a few, taking in the beautiful scenery. The water was so inviting she couldn't deprive herself another minute. She pinned her hair up and took off her sarong and ran to greet the water.

The night of the show Keisha was indecisive about what outfit she would wear. Bling was getting irritable because he was one of the early performers and he didn't want to be late. “I told you what time we had to leave and you're still not dressed!”

Keisha took off the shirt she had just put on and was attempting to put on another. “Just give me a few more minutes. I want to look my best.”

Bling flipped through the TV channels, not interested in anything that was on. “If Future gets here and you are not dressed, I'm leaving. Damn women can never get dressed on time.”

She finally settled with a blouse that plunged all the way to her belly button, with the back plunging all the way to reveal the butterfly tattoo on her lower back. She paired it with jeans that had rips and cuts all over. Her black Gucci heels made the look complete. “How do I look?” She turned, facing Bling.

Bling was upset at how long it took her to get ready but he felt proud when he saw the final result. He knew she would look good on his arm. “You look like a million bucks.” He nodded in approval.

“That's all?” Keisha wrinkled her brow.

There was a knock at the door and Bling jumped up to get it. “What's up, dawg?” he greeted his friend Future.

“You ready to put on a show?” Future asked as he greeted him.

“You know it.”

Future looked past him and saw Keisha. “Who dat, my youth?” he whispered in his Jamaican accent.

“Keisha, let's go!” Bling ordered.

“Let me get my purse.” She got her black and silver purse off the bed and did her runway walk to the door. Future was smitten by her but he wouldn't dare cross the line. “I have to call my cousin to meet me at the show.”

“If you are not in the lobby in five minute consider yourself left,” Bling warned.

“She could use my phone. Just in case her cousin is fine she could save my number.”

“You're always scheming.” Bling shook his head.

“Look who is talking playa, playa.”

 

 

They arrived at the show and headed backstage. The area was a little crowded. Artists were doing their ritual of smoking weed, which was their natural medicine. A few other artists had their woman with them and some were getting last-minute touchups by their stylists.

“Wha gwan, my youth?” was the greeting Bling received as he walk past his acquaintances. Keisha knew most of the artists from seeing their videos and from shows she went to and seen them perform at. Keisha was Jamaica but she has been living in the States ever since she was five years old. That was how she developed her go-getter attitude and always dressed to impress. It was the Jamaican motto.

Bling sat on a chair and Keisha sat on his lap. Bling knew that he had to show ownership of Keisha because the minute he turned his back someone would move in for the kill.

Through puffs of smoke Keisha could see wandering eyes scoping her out. It was getting humid backstage and she wished Bling was next on stage so they could leave to get back to the comfort of the hotel room. She was also looking forward to see her cousin, whom she hadn't seen in a few years. She didn't have enough time to visit her family while she was here but she knew she could count on her cousin to come visit her.

Future's phone was ringing and he answered it. “Hello.” Keisha was listening to every word he said. “Yuh can't call mi phone and ask who dis.” He hissed through his teeth.

Keisha got up and walked over to Future. “I think that's my cousin looking for me.”

Future passed the phone to her. “She better look good.”

“She's outside; how is she going to get in?”

“Future, just go escort the woman in,” Bling ordered.

“She better look damn good.” Future walked off.

“Her name is Tara!” Keisha yelled out to him, figuring he would need her name to know who she was. “What the hell is his problem?”

“Don't pay him any mind; that's how Future is.”

Future escorted her cousin backstage and Keisha ran to her. “Hi, cousin!” Tara said in excitement. Nikki brought her over to Bling and introduced them.

“Bling, you're up next!” a voice announced. Bling made his way on stage.

Keisha and Tara caught up on each other's lives until they were interrupted by a well-known artist. “Why don't you take my number and call me tonight.” He spoke directly to Keisha.

“I know you saw me with Bling.”