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“Besides, he has no patience. He seems to forget the messes he had to be bailed out of. Don't get me started on your brother's selfish streak, Clayton.”

He raked a hand through his hair, recalling the good old days when he'd been an only child. Amber would be starting Harvard in September. She'd want to spend at least a month shopping for new clothes so he'd only have her in his hair for two months or so.

“When is she arriving, Mom, and what's wrong?”

* * *

After calming his mother down, he called Cami. “Hi, honey. It's Clay.”

A woman with a warm, island voice answered. “Clayton! How lovely to hear from you. How are you?”

“So-so. You?”

“Fairly well. How is the family ... your parents ... Amber ... Damien?”

“Amber is Amber, but everyone else is fine. Your family?”

“Great.”

“Good. Are you free this afternoon?”

“I'm always free to spend a few hours with you, Clay. Come whenever you like.”

“Can I bring you anything?”

Cami hesitated. “Is Damien seeing anyone?”

“I don't think so. Why do you ask?”

“No special reason. I was just wondering. I haven't seen him in a while.”

“He's had his hands full keeping Fra-Tech on track while I've been in Jamaica.”

“Of course.”

“So, do you need me to bring anything?”

“Just bring that big, hard dick of yours. I'll supply lots of condoms, the lube, the warm, wet, willing pussy, and the tight ass.”

He felt a surge of lust, tempered by affection. He loved that Cami never played games or pretended not to enjoy sex. On his sixteenth birthday, the eighteen-year old Cami had given him his first taste of brown sugar. After a hot, two-year love affair, they'd decided they were not in love and became friends. During the last fifteen years, they'd developed a closer friendship with occasional benefits.

He fondled his cock. “You're making me hot.”

She laughed. “Don't play with yourself, Clay. Save your lust for me.”

He laughed and released his cock. “I'll see you soon.”

“I’ll be waiting, Clay.”

His thoughts on Cami, he called Damien and warned him of Amber's impending visit. “As you know, I'll be heading out for the West Coast Job Fair, so it will be your job to look after her while I'm gone.”

Damien swore. “Why the hell can't she get her act together, Clay?”

He arched a brow. “If memory serves, you didn't begin to get yours together until you were twenty-three or four. Even then you only got it together after I threatened to kick your ass if I had to bail you out of one more mess.”

“That's ancient history, Clay.”

“I wouldn't call six or seven years ancient, Damien. Anyhow, I just called to give you a heads up. She's your responsibility until I return from the West Coast.”

“Come on, Clay. You just got back from a five-week vacation. Why don't you take her to L.A. with you?”

“No way! She's yours until I return.”

“Shit!”

He smiled. “Yeah, well, you know what they say about shit -- it happens.”

“Thanks. You're a big help.”

“I try.”

“And you succeed. What are your plans for the day?”

“I'm going to shower and then I'm going to see Cami.”

“Cami? What about what's her name? Sharde?”

He frowned. “Long story made short, she's engaged. I need some pussy so I'm going to see Cami.”

“Yeah? I haven't seen her for a while. Maybe I'll come with you.”

Three years earlier, he'd learned Damien and Cami had become friends with benefits as well. His initial annoyance had vanished when Cami had invited them both over for a night of lust. First he and Damien had taken turns on the bed with her, until, while Clay was balls deep in her pussy, she'd invited Damien to fuck her ass. Things had gotten wild after that.

Although he and Damien had never dated the same woman, somehow sharing a sexual relationship with Cami, a woman they both cared about, seemed natural.

He shook his head. “The hell you will. I am not in the sharing mood.”

“Want all that sweet, dark loveliness for yourself, huh?”

Sweet, dark loveliness? That did describe Cami. “Yes!”

“Look, like you and Cami, I'm between lovers. Why don't I give you and Cami an hour or so together and then we do a threesome?”

Clay hesitated, and then struggled. “Make it two hours alone and then, if it's okay with her, it's okay with me.”

“I'll call her.”

“You do that, but see that you don't get there first, Damien,” he warned. “I need lots of pussy and if I arrive and find you fucking her, I will kick your half-white ass all the way back to Jamaica.”

“Who the hell are you calling half-white? I'm black, Clay. Got it?”

He shook his head. Most of the time, Damien's skin was paler than his. His younger brother's insistence on embracing his black heritage exclusively, despite his pale skin, straight, dark hair, and green eyes, had always annoyed the hell out of their father. “Tell that to Dad.”

“I have, but you white people are so damned touchy and Dad's no exception.”

Clay laughed and hung up. Three hours later, he lay between the long, dark legs of a pretty, passionate woman, who moaned with desire and raked her long nails down his back as she came around his thrusting cock.

After she lay quiet under him, keeping his cock in her pussy, he rolled them over. He lay on his back with her on top, still impaled on him. “All right?” he asked softly, stroking his hands over her ass.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. She brushed her lips against his. “Do you know your dick feels better every time we fuck?”

He smiled and slapped her ass. “Ditto for your pussy.”

“Hmmm.” She rubbed her big, warm breasts against his chest. “You're just saying that because it's true.”

He laughed and licked her lips. Lord, he loved a sexually confident woman.

She lifted her upper body and glanced over her shoulder. “So? Are you going to stand there all afternoon playing with that big, delicious dick of yours, handsome, or are you going to come join the party?”

Damien, naked and aroused, pushed himself away from the closed bedroom door, and crossed the room to the bed. He picked up the lube lying on the nightstand and got on the bed.

Grinding herself on Clay's cock, she reached back to part her ass cheeks. “Lube me up, gorgeous, bring your tight ass and your big, sugar dick over here, and shove it deep up my ass.”

Moments later, with Damien kneeling between their legs, Cami moaned against Clay's lips as Damien thrust his entire cock into her ass with one hard movement.

Damien reached between their bodies and cupped his hands over Cami's breasts. He lifted her slowly until Clay's cock slipped out of her pussy and she kneeled on the bed, grinding her ass against Damien's groin. She leaned back against him, linking her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. “Oh, yes, Damien, your cock feels so good ... as if it was made just for my ass.”

“It was.” Damien slipped a hand down her body to stroke her pussy, closed his eyes, and groaned softly as he gently fucked her. “Oh, damn, Cami, I've been dreaming about you and this big, black ass of yours for weeks.”

“Why didn't you call me, gorgeous? You know this ass is yours anytime you want it ... anytime at all.”

“That's all the time.”

Sighing in resignation, Clay rolled onto his side. He rose and discarded the condom he clearly would have no further need of. Leaving them alone, he walked into the adjourning bathroom.

When he returned to the bedroom after a fifteen-minute shower, Damien lay on his back on the bed. Cami sprawled between his legs. Clay could see the clear outline of Damien's cock against one of her cheeks.

As he dressed, he watched her suck Damien's cock with a heat and hunger that made him hard again. When Damien clamped his hands over the back of her head and came, she kept her lips over him, swallowing his cum.

Damien groaned and lay against the bed.

Cami released his cock and rose onto her knees. She turned to look at Clay, her dark brown eyes glowing, and a satisfied smile on her lips. “Are you leaving?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

She walked across the room and looked up at him. “Why?”

“This feels like three’s a crowd.”

She glanced at Damien before looking up at him again. “I hope you don’t mind.”

He shook his head slowly. “No.”

“Good.” She smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Drive safely,” she told him and climbed back on the bed to lie between Damien's legs.

Damien was still aroused and Clay watched in dismay as she lifted her hips, pressed Damien's bare cock against her slit, and sank down on it, driving it up into her pussy.

“Oh, my God, you have the sweetest dick in existence, you gorgeous boy.”

Instead of protesting, Damien wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled her onto her back. “That's what I'm thinking about your pussy, baby. This has got to be the sweetest, tightest, juiciest cunt ever.”

“And it's all yours, handsome.”

“That's what I want to hear.” He kissed her as he began fucking her hard and fast, thrusting his cock in her with all the hunger of a man discovering the joys of fucking for the first time.

Disturbed that they were having unprotected sex, Clay turned and left them alone. The sounds of their combined moans and groans filled his ears as he let himself out of her apartment.

Chapter Two

“You look tired. Didn't you get a chance to rest after your flight yesterday, Clayton?”

Clay sat back in his seat, flexing his shoulder muscles. He studied the woman seated in one of the two black leather chairs in front of his desk. With her smooth, clear, dark chocolate skin and dark, warm eyes, at fifty-nine, Betty Johns was one of the most important people in his world. Having been with Fra-Tech, the electronics company he chaired, and a family friend for nearly twenty-five years, she was far more than an executive assistant.

She had been the one constant in his life during the turbulent years before his parents openly began dating other people. During that time, she had been his father’s secretary.

When he had been sent to school in England, she had moved there to be near him and became like a second mother to him. He told her things he'd never even shared with Cami. Although Cami would never break a confidence, when he felt battered and bruised, seeking Betty out felt natural. While his mother was loving and always willing to listen, she was overly emotional and too prone to panic and cry when either he or Amber had a problem. Betty, on the other hand, while also being loving, rarely allowed her emotions to control her.

He could tell her anything, but since she had never approved of his and Damien's shared relationship with Cami, he decided not to mention having seen Cami the day before. He shrugged. “I'll be all right. I just need a few days to get acclimated to being home again.

“It feels like we've just spent months implementing upgrades Damien and I are confident will expedite our expansion to the West Coast.” He sighed. “You know the only company standing in the way is Calder Technologies.”

“We outbid them last year to win that multimillion-dollar government contract and we can do it again.”

“We were lucky to --”

She shook her head, running a hand over her short, natural hair. “Luck had nothing to do with it, Clay. You and everyone in this company worked long, hard hours for that contract. We earned that contract.”

He nodded. “You’re right, but the Calder Tech people are formidable competitors.”

“Yes they are, but we beat them once, we'll do our best to do it again.”

He wasn't so sure he shared Betty's confidence. He shrugged. “Maybe so, but if we're going to make a run at that and continue with our expansion plans, I think we both need a break. Now that Damien's on board, we can leave everything in his hands for a bit.”

Betty was a workaholic and he was pleased when she nodded. “I think you're right. I think I'll head to the Islands for a week or so. What about you? How did your vacation go?”

He raked a hand through his hair. “You know how things are. The two weeks I spent with Dad and Velva were fine. The last three weeks with Mom, Xavier, and Amber were anything but. I'm feeling a little stressed.” He smiled suddenly. “It's time I played a little.”

“You're going to need to head west soon,” she warned.

He nodded. “I know. You'll oversee all the arrangements?”

“Yes. What about you?”

He grinned. “I'm going to find some luscious lovely to occupy me.”

“This Sharde ... did she hurt you?”

“I wanted her more than I've wanted anyone else in a very long time, but I'm a big boy. I know when it's time to move on and I'll be doing that with my heart still in one piece.”

She sighed. “I’m glad to hear that. Do you have anything lined up?”

He shook his head. “No. I'll just play it by ear.”

“You know, Clay, if you settled down with one woman --”

He held up a hand. “When I meet someone I want to settle down with, I will.”

“Will you? Clay, most men are married with growing kids in their early to mid-thirties.”

“I'm not most men and I have no desire to marry, but I will settle down and have kids one of these days.”

She sighed. “Okay. End of lecture.”

He rose, stretching and rolling his shoulders. He walked around his desk, put his hands on her shoulders, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Have a great time in Jamaica. And if you need anything ...”

She looked up at him. “I know, Clay. I'll call.”

“And I'll drop everything and come.”

She smiled and patted his hand on her shoulder. “I know that too. You have a good time.”

He straightened. Now that he had decided how to spend the next few days before his West Coast trip, he felt more relaxed. “Oh, I plan to.”

* * *

“We went to a lot of trouble and expense and, trust me, girl, you are going to enjoy this whether you like it or not. Period. So get used to the idea.”

Darbi Raymond sighed and looked at the women seated in the two chairs opposite her desk. The dark, smooth face of each one bore a determined look. When Jadan and Willow were on a mission, they were nearly impossible, but she was just as resolute.