Nude Awakening II (18 page)

“I'ma bounce, yo! And you better have my son here next week too!”

The door eased open. “I need some money,” she said with only her cute face showing.

“Get it from yo' punk ass boyfriend. Long as I pay that child support I don't owe you shit!'

“I need new tires for my truck, nigga! Tires that are worn down from me taking and picking up
our
son from daycare.”

“. . . You better not be lying ‘bout that shit! How much you need?”

“Sixteen hundred. And don't bitch about it, because you're the one that bought the rims and tires in the first place!”

Swagga moved his dreads out of his face, and then dug into his front pocket. “Here,” he griped, tossing a thick roll of fresh one hundred dollar bills on the bed.

“And how much is that?”

“More than enough. Use some to buy yo' broke ass nigga a hustle, so you can stop asking me for cash.” He laughed.

She rolled her eyes. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah . . . I'm out.”

“Um, where you going?”

“To the studio. Why?”

“Just asking. I might need to see you again later tonight.”

Swagga popped the collar on his black and green Louis Vuitton button-down shirt. “I might can swing through. Just gimme a call.”

“And be careful, okay? I got worried about our son after you told me about somebody shooting at you.”

Swagga mellowed out, understanding her move to send his seed up to Atlanta. Before he left, he assured her that everything was all good.

Jamilah walked Swagga to the front door of the modest three-bedroom crib that was bought and paid for by Swagga. Standing in the doorway, they shared a brief kiss. She played her part flawlessly, waving goodbye as Swagga and Rick slid inside the back of the Bentley Brooklands.

Not a minute after they left, Jamilah was pacing the plush mocha carpeted floor with her cell phone up to her ear.

“Hey, honey,” she said when her call was answered. “He just left.”

“Did he suspect anything, baby?” D-Hot asked.

She smiled. “Nope. And FYI, he's going to the studio.”

***

Swagga sat behind the tinted glass in the back of his Brooklands in deep reflection. Gazing at the passing landscape along I-95 South, he wanted his focus to be clear before he hit the studio. His manager, Harry Storm was pressing him to get more studio time, and Swagga couldn't say that he was wrong. Swagga wanted to find that drive and true hustle that had earned him three platinum albums. Truth be told, the issue with Kendra knowing about Chyna had him all fucked up in the head. When thoughts entered his mind about going to get tested for any STDs, he would balk, and then dismiss the idea. Too much drama was starting to flood his focus. Rubbing his forehead, he feared the future. When would the next hail of bullets buzz his way? Who else would learn of his slipup with Chyna? At one point along the trip, his mind drew a bead on the melic words bumping from the speakers inside the luxurious Bentley sedan.

Don't trust my lady, ‘cause she's a product of this poison.

I'm hearing noises,

Think she fucking all my boys, can't take no more

CHAPTER

Nineteen

I Got a Secret to Tell

It was ten minutes to 5 pm when Trevon received a call from Brooke Vee.

“Hey. What's up?” Trevon answered while behind the wheel of his XJL.

“Um, it's me again,” Brooke Vee said. “Whatcha doing, handsome?”

“Heading back to the crib. I just left Chelsea's spot a minute ago.”

“The new girl, right?”

“Yeah. We went over the script for our film and got to know each other a little bit.”

“She's a lucky girl. Sure wish I could be in her position.”

Trevon smiled. “It ain't like this is my last film. But anyway, what's up with your sexy ass?”

Brooke Vee giggled. “Now I'm sexy, huh? You were so dang quiet when you picked me up the other day and took me home.”

“Just had a bunch of things on my mind,” Trevon replied.

“Hmm. Well, how about you swing by my place for a minute? My little one is with my mom. Maybe this time we can get better acquainted.”

Trevon wasn't looking forward to spending the evening alone. Jurnee was still tripping over the gun issue and wasn't speaking to Trevon. “Gimme thirty minutes and I'll be there.”

“I was hoping you'd say that. I'll see ya' when you get here.”

***

Brooke Vee answered the door with a wide smile on her face.

“Sorry I'm late,” Trevon said as Brooke Vee pulled him inside.

She gawked at Trevon, tripping off his handsome looks and muscular build. Everything about Trevon was entrancing to her. His smile, the cleanness and sharp edges of his mustache and goatee, and his all white linen outfit. It all stirred her senses. “Boy, you look so much like Tyrese!”

“You told me that before,” Trevon said, taking his shades off. His eyes roamed over Brooke Vee's voluptuous frame, starting at her breasts. She wore a green clingy sundress that molded all of her curves.

“I um, heard your interview the other night. I think you handled the pressure from that hating ass girl, well.”

Trevon shrugged as he followed Brooke Vee to the living room. It was impossible for him to remove his gaze from her juicy ass. Being in his line of business, he already knew her alluring measurements. Barefooted, she stood at 5-feet 6-inches and 154 pounds. Her measurements were 34DD-28-42.

In the expansive living room, the two took a seat on a peach leather sofa.

Brooke Vee tossed little hints toward Trevon by brushing her breasts against his arm. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Nah. I'm good.”

She settled next to him with her thick legs crossed. She would let Trevon steer the path of their actions tonight. “So um, how do you feel about your next film with Chelsea?”

“Just ready to get it done and over with. The boss said it's a must that I do an interracial film.”

“I hope she don't turn your ass out.” Brooke Vee laughed. “Them white girls be putting it down on y'all brothers just to have y'all turn on the sistahs.”

“I doubt that.” He grinned, taking notice of her strong cocoa butter scented skin.

“Okay, enough about her. How are things with you and Kandi? I don't wanna step on her shoes.”

“It's just business between us.”

“And none of this was planned? Like, y'all two got the porn biz buzzing with all types of gossip. I heard about the big spike in your DVD sales.”

Trevon shook his head. “Nah, it wasn't a publicity stunt. But I can see how you and others might view it as being one.”

“Are you seeing anyone now?”

“Nah. I think I need to focus more on my career from here on out.”

Brooke Vee nodded. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure.”

She cleared her throat. “That shit that went down last year between you and Swagga. Did D-Hot's name ever come up?”

Trevon looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Not that I can recall. Why? What's up?”

“Well FYI. I've been fucking with D-Hot since last summer. I met him at a video shoot for one of Swagga's videos. Anyway, you know how some niggas lips get loose when they fall up in some tight pussy. And one day he told me something.”

“D-Hot was Swagga's producer, right?”

“Yeah. But do you know why they are beefing on the low?”

Trevon told Brooke Vee he had no idea of any beef between D-Hot and Swagga. In truth, he saw no concern in it. Brooke Vee went on to tell him what D-Hot had shared with her one night.

“I'm not in love with D-Hot, so don't get it twisted. But I'm not gonna allow no nigga to be in my bed and on the phone with another girl. Anyway, I got upset and asked him who the hell he was talking to. Can you believe it was Kandi?”

“And when was this?”

“Right around the time I first met him. Like mid-August. I was sorta jealous but I didn't press the issue. He told me he was just in touch with her to see if she wanted to be in Swagga's video. I knew that was a damn lie because everybody knew how Kandi wasn't fucking with Swagga.”

“Because he cheated on her with that white urban model. Um, what's her name?”

“Cindy aka Deja Pink. So I knew he told me a lie. But like I said, I didn't make a big deal about it. This was also the time when you got hired at Amatory and came into the picture. Well, D-Hot never stopped his little talks with Kandi.”

“Why you say that?”

“He left his phone over here one night, and I found a bunch of text messages between him and Kandi. And it was a helluva lot more than texts for a damn video.”

Trevon shifted on the sofa. “So whatcha saying? D-Hot was fucking Kandi while she was with me?”

“I won't go that far. But listen to this. That night Swagga was arrested at the airport. Guess who called the police and tipped them off?”

“D-Hot?”

Brooke Vee nodded. “I was down at D-Hot's crib that night. He has a big ass crib on Sugarloaf Key. Anyway, he was acting all weird and told me to stay in the bedroom because he was expecting company. Of course, I assumed it was another bitch, so I snuck out when I heard D-Hot talking.”

“But it was Swagga?” Trevon guessed.

“Yep. And I heard it all. How D-Hot tricked Swagga into wiring a ton of money to his account.”

Trevon took a few seconds to think about what Brooke Vee was telling him. He knew some of her words were true. But what worried him was the link between Kandi and D-Hot. “So you're saying D-Hot tried to steal Swagga's money. And then he snitched Swagga out to the police that he would be at the airport?”

“I saw and heard it with my own eyes and ears. I still don't know why he was in touch with Kandi so hard. When I asked him about it a second time, he got upset so I fell back.”

“Does D-Hot know you know about him snitching on Swagga?”

She grinned. “Nope. And I don't think Swagga knows either.”

“And why are you telling me?” he asked curiously.

Brooke Vee sighed. “Because I feel sorry for you,” she replied timorously, averting her eyes down. “And plus, I think Kandi hasn't been fully honest with you. Again, I don't know what she had going on with D-Hot, but something was up.”

Trevon took a deep breath.

Brooke Vee glanced at her watch and then she stood.

“I know this visit isn't what you expected,” she said. “But I felt you needed to know what was going on behind your back.”

Trevon reached for her hand. “Thanks. But I didn't come here to talk about Kandi or D-Hot.”

She smiled as he pulled her down to his lap. “Are you gonna tell me why you came?”

Trevon slid his hand up her smooth thigh when she was seated across his legs. Brooke Vee circled her arms around his neck as his hand inched under the hem of her sundress. She uttered a soft moan when Trevon's tongue traveled up the soft path of her cleavage. Their passion for each other peaked when Trevon discovered she didn't have any panties on. He palmed her pillow soft ass, practically molding it with his fingers. He reasoned his actions with Brooke Vee would prove to himself that he was over the hurt from LaToria. He wanted sex with no emotions. Sex with no strings attached.

Brooke Vee positioned herself with her knees astride his lap, facing him. Lust was clear on her face as she pulled the sundress up over her head. Her fake titties popped freely in Trevon's face. She fed him her left nipple with his hands glued to her wide hips and phat ass. Her pussy throbbed from his tender touch.

Trevon sucked lightly on her cocoa butter scented nipple as his dick pushed up against his linen pants. Her body was new to him, and it excited him. She quickly ended the one-side foreplay by moving off his lap. Tugging at his belt, she licked up and down his neck, wanting badly to free his monster.

“I've been wanting this dick since I first met you,” she breathlessly moaned against his ear. “I just wanna fuck, baby. Can you break me off?”

Trevon removed all of his clothes, including his silk socks. Showing his strength, he scooped her in his strong arms and carried her to her bedroom. Brooke Vee turned the light on with her pussy dripping. She began her pleasure with Trevon by asking him to stand while she sat on the bed.

“I want to taste this,” she said in a soft, sensuous moan. Leaving her eyes open, she slowly massaged his thick ebony shaft with both hands.

Trevon eased his dick inside her mouth. “Ohhhh,” he groaned as her lips circled his flesh. The warmth and wetness of her mouth sent a chill up his spine.

Brooke Vee went to work. Sucking his dick as if the film crew was watching. In and out, his penis filled her wet mouth. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.” Back and forth, she swallowed his turgid flesh. Brooke Vee salivated, slurped, licked and nibbled on Trevon's dick from the tip to his balls. She couldn't believe how subjugated her mind and body became for Trevon. In her view, she realized she was living a reality of a fantasy by thousands of woman. While others would only watch Trevon in action, she had him in the flesh. She topped him off with her mouth for nearly eight minutes. His dick was slick and shiny from her slobber.

“Grab one of the condoms, baby,” Brooke Vee said with the blunt head of his dick pressed against her cheek.

Trevon figured he would eventually fuck Brooke Vee on film. Being with her now was on a personal level as well as pleasure. When she positioned herself on the bed doggy style, he had to pause and admire her back shot. Like 90% of the women in porn, her pussy was bald. Staying on his feet, he tore the gold package open, and then rolled the condom down his throbbing shaft. Brooke Vee wiggled her hips while looking back at her jiggling ass.

“Don't run from this dick,” Trevon teased as he slid his dick up and down the wet entrance of her pussy. He smacked both of her bouncy butt cheeks just to see them shake.

Brooke Vee's mouth dropped when Trevon slowly filled her up from behind. “Ummm, fuck. Gimme all that dick!” she shouted. Balling up the sheets in her hands, she couldn't contain her whimpers as his long dick choked her throbbing pussy. Her dangling titties swung beneath her as Trevon fucked her wet pussy with strong unrestrained strokes. Rocking back against his steady strokes she found a smooth rhythm that had his name pouring from her mouth.

Trevon rode her hard, hypnotized at the sight of her ass slapping back in his direction. The bed squeaked each time Trevon pushed balls deep inside of Brooke Vee. Closing his eyes, he fisted a hand in her hair with thoughts of Kandi forcing its way inside his head. Brooke Vee whimpered with the power behind his long-dicking strokes. Her sopping wet pussy welcomed Trevon's penetration.

“Yess! Fuck meee!” she cried as his meat plunged in and out of her tunnel.

Trevon kept his pace up for several minutes before he slid back out of her.

Brooke Vee took control by telling Trevon to join her on the bed. With the lights still on there was nothing to hide from. Pushing Trevon to his back, Brooke Vee got up on his dick to ride it backward. The sex was intense and hard. Her ass clapped and bounced up and down as she rode him. Her passionate groans poured endlessly.

Trevon later had her legs up on his sweaty shoulders. She clung to his neck and back, moaning and simpering as he fucked the hell out of her. She accepted his entire length inside her, repeating his name over and over with his balls slapping against her ass.

“Ummm, ummmm, Trevon.” She licked his ear and then raked her fingernails up his back.

Trevon kept pounding at her tight wetness, beating her into the soft mattress. He was intoxicated off the sight of her big titties jerking beneath him. The sweet new scent of her pussy had him inhaling deeply.

Brooke Vee suddenly felt lightheaded. For a split second she forgot how to breathe. She arched her back off the sheets just as Trevon circled one of her nipples with his tongue. Her climax hit her in three waves back to back.