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“No comment, huh? I thought not. I rest my case.”

Darbi shrugged. “So. You have any prospects?”

She shook her head. “If I were half as gorgeous as you, the men would be tripping over themselves to bare their dicks for my lustful inspection.”

Darbi laughed. “Dani, you are impossible, girl. And you’re pretty too, so get off the pity pot.”

Jadan smiled, but shook her head. “No pity pot here, but I’m hardly in your league when it comes to looks. It always amazes me, Sharde, and Willow, that you don’t realize just how stunningly gorgeous you are. No wonder your Clay can’t keep that big dick of his out of you.”

Darbi blushed. “Dani!”

Jadan held up her hands, palms out, in a show of surrender. “Okay. Sorry. Anyway, it's time you fed me. We can discuss Sharde's gift over breakfast.”

Darbi nodded. “Okay.”

“And if you should just happen to slip and describe just how big your hunk's dick is and just how well he uses it, I promise to forgive you.”

Darbi laughed. “Don't count on that.”

“Oh, well, can't blame a girl for trying.”

Chapter Seven

Clay lay on his back on his weight bench, bench pressing when Amber appeared in the door of his home gym. “You're wanted on the phone, Clay.”

He continued lifting the weight above his body. “As you can see I'm busy. Take a message.”

“Are you sure? She sounds very eager to talk to you.”

“She? What’s her name?”

“She said her name is Darbi. What kind of name is that for a sister? What was her mother thinking?”

A rush of pleasure washed over him. He lifted the weight into the prongs above his head and sat up. He reached for the towel on the floor near his feet and wiped the sweat off his body as he walked across the room to the wall that held the phone.

Amber stood watching him with a smirk on her face. “Is she the one who left her perfume all over you last night?”

“Do you mind?”

“You want privacy so you can talk about love and sex?”

“Amber --”

“Okay. I was just asking. She really likes you. She sent you flowers.”

He stared at her. “Flowers?”

“Yep. They came half hour ago. A dozen roses. You must have really rocked her world last night.”

He narrowed his gaze.

She laughed and left the room.

He waited a moment before lifting the receiver. “Darbi? Hi.”

“Hi. Tell me, Clay, am I going to have to do all the calling and all the chasing in this relationship?”

“Maybe.” He smiled. “I like having you chase me ... especially if you're going to start showering me with roses.”

“Yes, well ... maybe I'd like not to have to work so hard to get your interest.”

“You already have my interest.”

“Are you going to make me struggle to keep it?”

“No.”

“Good. So do you have any plans for tonight?”

“Unfortunately I do, but what about you? Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

“None I can't break.”

“Then I was hoping we could spend the day together, starting with breakfast and ending with dinner and dessert.”

Her voice softened. “Dessert? What kind did you have in mind?”

“I think you know I'm very fond of chocolate pussy.”

“Oh.” She sounded breathless. “What a coincidence. I just happen to have one of those lying around.”

“I'd be more than happy to eat it for you.”

“You would?”

“Oh yeah.”

“And I’d be more than happy to have you eat it.”

He smiled. “So it's a date, then?”

“Yes.”

“What time do you want me to come?”

“Eightish?”

“I'll be there. Can I bring anything ... breakfast? Do you want to eat out or shall I stop somewhere and pick something up?”

“Let's eat in. Do you like pancakes and sausages? Home fries ... grits?”

“I was born in the South, but I wasn't raised there. I can do without the grits.”

“Where were you raised?”

“When I was five months old, my parents moved to Jamaica. I had a live-in tutor for six years before I was sent to school in England when I was ten. After graduation from college, I accepted a job in Philly and moved here, where I've been ever since. Philly is home now.”

“So no grits for you?”

“No, but I like my pancakes well done and thin and my home fries without onions.”

“Got it. So I'll see you tomorrow morning around eight?”

“Yes.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

He hung up the phone.

“So are we still on for tonight or are you going to be too busy eating chocolate pussy to take me dancing?”

He clenched is teeth and swung around. “Is that your idea of privacy, Amber? If it is, don't be surprised when you find me listening on the other end of your phone calls!”

She blanched and averted her gaze. “Okay, so I shouldn't have listened. I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sorry. Just don't do it again or I promise you, I might forget myself and spank your narrow behind!”

“You wouldn't dare!”

“Keep trying me and we'll both find out if I'd dare.” He gave her a cool look and left the weight room. He stalked to his bedroom. With his gaze on the red roses sitting on his nightstand, he called Jamaica. “Mom, we need to talk about Amber.”

“What about her? Has Paul found her? Oh, Clayton, is, my baby okay? You haven’t allowed him to hurt her, have you?”

He shook his head and closed his eyes briefly. “Calm down, Mom. She's fine, but having her here is ... inconvenient. I'm sending her home.”

“You can't! Xavier is away on business and you know how impossible she can be when her father's not home.”

He resisted the urge to say Xavier wasn't much good at handling Amber when he was home. He’d spoiled and pampered her until she was a certified brat. “Mom, I --”

“Both Amber and I are depending on you, Clayton. You have three bedrooms and a big pool to help tire her out. How can having her there be inconvenient ... unless ... oh, Clayton, surely your love life isn't more important than your little sister! Will it kill you to forego a few dates for your sister's well-being?”

He clenched his jaw. His mother was a pro at making him feel guilty for things that were not his fault. One of these days he was going to put his foot down. But not today. “Fine, Mom. She can stay for a few weeks, but then --”

“Thank you, Clayton! I don't know what I'd do without your help with her. Xavier tries, but she wraps him around her finger with very little effort and I'm desperate to keep her away from Paul.”

He wasn’t sure she was being kept away from Paul. Who had she been planning to meet the night before? Clearly he would need to keep a closer eye on Amber. 

He reassured his mother and hung up. Plucking the small card from the roses, he opened it.

I’m looking forward to seeing you again. Darbi.

Smiling, he stretched out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. If not for Amber's presence, he could spend the entire weekend with Darbi instead of just Sunday. He wondered what the chances were of getting Damien to run interference with Amber.

A knock on his bedroom door interrupted his thoughts. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Yes?”

“Are you decent?”

“Yes.”

The door opened and Amber walked in. She sank down onto the bed beside him and slipped her arms around him. “I'm sorry, Clay. I know having me here in a pain in the neck for you.”

He embraced her. “Don't be silly, Amber. You're always welcome here.”

She stared up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. “I promise I won't eavesdrop again.”

He nodded. “I know honey. Now where are you dragging me to tonight?”

“There's this new club I've heard about --”

He hoped his smile concealed his dismay. Another night spent having his hearing ruined at some teenybopper club. If Amber didn't find some friends of her own soon, he'd be deaf before he turned forty.

* * *

The next morning after breakfast, Clay stood behind Darbi in her shower. With the warm water cascading over their nude bodies, he rained kisses against her ear as he cupped her breasts in his hands. Her ass was warm and tight and with the first full stroke into it, he felt as if he were in heaven.

“I love your beautiful ass almost as much as I love your sweet pussy,” he whispered.

She tightened her anal muscles around his cock, sending incredible sensations through him. His stomach muscles rippled at the exquisite pressure surround his cock. Darbi was the first woman in years, other than Cami, who could take his entire cock in her ass without squirming in an effort to dislodge a few inches.

Each time he thrust his cock balls deep in her, a jolt of unbridled lust and desire thundered through him. Tightening his hands on her breasts, he struggled not to come. He was determined to ensure he satisfied her before he released his tenuous control and came.

Bending his knees more, he thrust up -- deep, and hard -- in her ass. “Oh, damn, Darbi, you have a sweet ass.”

She moaned and tossed her head against his shoulder. “Oooh ... oooh, Clay! Oooh, God! Oh, God, I'm almost there, Clay! Almost there!”

“Come for me,” he urged, sliding one hand down from her breasts to rub her clit and stroke into her wet pussy. He pulled his hips back and then thrust into her bottom with long, deep, strokes. He felt her ass jigging and fucked her harder. “Come for me, baby.”

“Oooh, Clay!” She cried out, slammed her ass against his groin, rotating her hips wildly.

He shuddered and pinched one of her nipples in an effort to hold back the wave of lust and pleasure washing over him.

“Clay!” She tightened her anal muscles around him as she exploded, drenching his fingers.

Keeping one arm around her waist, he removed his fingers from her pussy and sucked them as he continued pumping into her ass, his climax rapidly building.

She leaned against him, still moaning softly, grinding her big, brown ass against his groin. She reached back and gripped his hips in an apparent effort to draw him in deeper into her.

His control snapped and his orgasm thundered through him. He groaned, gripped her hips, and thrust wildly into her tight passage, his stomach muscles rippling as he came. He’d always loved anal sex, but fucking her ass gave him a pleasure so intense and overwhelming, it bordered on pain. Longing to hold onto the sweet sensations, he eased out of her bottom, ripped off the condom, and turned her around.

With his gaze on her bare, wet slit, he pressed her back against the shower wall. Reaching a hand down to part her slick folds, he gripped his bare cock with his other hand, rubbed the head along her slit, and pressed his cock head against her entrance.

Her eyes flew open and she pressed a hand against his stomach. “Clay?”

“I want some pussy,” he told her, his voice almost unrecognizable.

“Get a condom.”

He shook his head. “I want it now.”

“But, Clay --”

He pushed her hand aside and drove his hips forward. The head of his cock slid between her outer lips and lodged just inside her. He groaned and slipped his hands around her body to cup her ass, intending to slowly impale her on his cock.

She shook her head. Jerking her hips back, she shoved against his shoulders. “Clay! Wait!”

He tightened his hands on her ass and drew her forward, shuddering as several inches of his cock penetrated her pussy.

“No! Clay! Stop! Now!”

He froze, stared at her for several long moments, and then eased away from her. Realizing how close he'd come to having unprotected sex with her against her will, he groaned and sank to his knees, closing his eyes and clenching his fists in an effort to regain control of himself.

“Clay? What's wrong?”

He opened his eyes. She kneeled in front of him, a frown marring her pretty face. “Clay?”

He shook his head, wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his head against her neck. “Oh, damn, Darbi. You're going to drive me nuts.”

She stroked her hands down his back and laughed. “Sex with me that good for you?”

He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. “Darbi ...”

“Yes?”

He shook his head and stood up. He bent and lifted her to her feet. “I need a shower.”

She smiled. “We're having one.”

“No. I mean I need a cold shower alone. Do me a favor, Darbi, get out of here and go put on lots of clothes.”

She touched his cheek. “It wouldn't have been the end of the world if you'd kept pushing, Clay.”

“Then why did you stop me?”

“Not because I didn't want your naked cock in me as much as you wanted it there. I stopped you because that's a big step we shouldn't take lightly. And I knew you'd regret it later -- just as I would have regretted it if we’d have sex the night we met without protection.”

“I want to be inside you with nothing between us. I want to come in you so badly I don’t know how much longer I can resist the urge.” The admission left him feeling vulnerable and fearful that he was in over his head with her.

She cupped his face between her palms and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “Anytime you want to fuck me without a condom, I'll be ready and willing, Clay.”

For a moment, he was tempted to test her resolve. If he gripped her hips and thrust his bare cock at her again, how would she respond this time? Would she push against his stomach to hold him off or would she part her legs and welcome him into her pussy? For the first time he wondered if she was on the pill or using some other method of birth control.

“Clay?”

He sucked in a deep breath. “Give me some time to cool off, honey.”

“Okay.” She kissed his cheek and stepped out of the stall, pulled the shower cap off her head, and closed the door.

He turned off the hot water and stood shivering under the cool water until he had regained his control.

She'd left the bedroom when he emerged from the bathroom. He dressed quickly and then went into the living room. She stood staring out the patio doors, fully dressed.

He walked over to her, embraced her from behind, and kissed her neck. “I'm sorry I lost my head. I'll try to make sure it doesn't happen again.”