Return of the Cartier Cartel (18 page)

Head wasn’t impressed either. “You ready to get out of here?” he asked.

“With pleasure.”

Once outside Head clearly didn’t want the night to end. Neither did Cartier.

“So are you ready to head home, or can you hang out a little more?”

“I can hang,” she replied, hoping he couldn’t read her eagerness.

“That’s a good look. So where are we heading? Do you want to go and grab a drink somewhere?”

“I definitely need a strong drink after my day.”

Head kept his Cayenne parked in the garage on Houston because he no longer felt like driving, so the pair caught a taxi to the W Hotel on Union Square. The hotel’s restaurant lounge area was packed, even though it was almost midnight. New York was certainly the city that never sleeps.

“I hear they make an amazing Bellini, you know, a chick drink.”

Pangs of jealousy shot through Cartier’s veins. How many women had he brought there to sip on Bellini? Instead of saying something and sounding immature, she remained silent.

Once seated at the bar, Cartier ordered the usual, “Apple martini.”

Three drinks later, Head revisited Cartier’s earlier remark. “You said you had a bad day. I’m not going to presume that it had anything to do with me, but if it did, then I hope I’m making up for it.”

Cartier tilted her head to the side and shrugged her shoulders, trying to shake off the day’s events. “Well, it did start off bad because of you. I felt really disrespected, but I got over that quickly. Today almost ended with me in a pine box.”

“Come again?”

“Yeah, shit got ugly out there for me today. I was on my way home, and someone just started bucking shots at me.”

“You sure it was meant for you?”

“I’m one hundred.”

“So you got a beef?”

“Something like that.” Cartier tried to downplay the situation.

“Well, what about your husband?”

“What about your girl?”

It was now Head’s turn to tilt his head to one side. He had no idea where the conversation was going. He wanted to know if the beef was her husband’s beef, or at least, would he handle it. There wasn’t any way he could sit back and let his wife, or even his girl, handle any beef.

“What’s that about?”

“You tell me,” Cartier replied.

Head got the hint. “You wanna take this upstairs?”

“Maybe . . .” Cartier paused for effect. She couldn’t believe she was being so forward. Although she had been drinking, she was far from drunk, so there wouldn’t be any blaming it on the alcohol. “What about your girl?”

Head chuckled. “Shorty, you don’t got shit to worry about. Old girl and I are done. There won’t be any encores.”

“That’s what they all say.”

“I’m sure the average nigga does say fairytale shit like that, but I’m a real dude. If I say something, then you can always take it at face value. My girl left me when I was locked down. She didn’t even stay around long enough to be there for my sentencing. She thought a nigga was finished. She knew I was facing more lives than a cat, so she walked. I knew she wasn’t shit when we hooked up. She was my man Nut’s girl, and when he got murked, she slid on over my way.”

“Damn! That’s fucked up.”

“No doubt. On both our parts. I was just as grimy as her. I was a little young nigga and thought she represented something because she was fucking around with the head nigga in charge. I don’t really blame her for her actions, though. She was a street chick who was only exposed to that fast life, fast money, fast niggas. It comes with the territory.”

“Did Trina know her? It seems like this Nut got around.”

“I don’t know, maybe. But Trina and Nut was more like a fling. And any young nigga getting paper is gonna get around, ma.”

“So you don’t care that she didn’t do your bid with you?”

“Nope.”

“You must still love her then.”

“As I said, I understand her actions. I got love for her, but I would never love her again. We’re done. I’m not a man who makes the same mistake twice.”

Cartier assumed that, in his roundabout way, he was saying he was a free agent. She wanted to be the right chick to pull him off the market.

****

While Head got the room, Cartier ordered one last drink for the road only. She needed something stronger than the apple martini. Quickly, she gulped down the double shot of Hennessy. All at once she was shy, horny, adventurous, and also ready to put her marriage behind her, which meant erasing Jason’s as the last dick she’d fucked.

They’d only been in the room for a few minutes before Cartier’s head began to spin.

Head noticed immediately as she wobbled, trying to take off her stilettos. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Just got a little lightheaded, that’s all.”

“Come here.” Head motioned for her to have a seat on the side of the plush mattress. “Let me help you with these.”

After Cartier took a seat, Head bent down on his knees and gently removed her shoes. “You have pretty feet.” He admired her small foot as it sat daintily in his large hands. When he looked up, he saw Cartier’s dilated eyes. “Are you sure you’re OK?”

“I told you I’m fine,” she whispered, and then began a chest-rattling cough.

“You don’t look fine. You need to lie down. You’ve definitely had too much to drink.”

Suddenly, Cartier had the urge to throw up. As Head got up to call room service for bottled water and milk to help coat her stomach, she ran past him and just barely made it to the toilet and regurgitated.

Head was right on her heels as she kneeled over the toilet to throw up virtually everything she’d eaten all day. As her stomach muscles churned and contracted, and her insides seared her throat, Cartier thought she was going to die from the pain.

As she sat crouched over the toilet, helpless, looking a hot mess, Head rubbed her back soothingly.

Cartier held her head over the toilet for almost an hour, with spurts of vomit every ten to twenty minutes. She knew she should have never mixed her drinks, but she was slightly nervous about screwing Head, not to mention he was somewhat intimidating.

Finally, when she tried to stand up, her knees wobbled and then buckled. Head caught her and picked her up and took her straight to the bed. He laid her down and tossed the down comforter on top of her.

He stood there for a moment staring at the sickly woman, not knowing exactly what he could do to help her feel better. When room service came with the water and milk, he sent them back to bring her some soup. He knew she needed something in her stomach because she’d surely emptied it with all that vomiting.

He put his hand over her forehead. “You’re burning up.”

Head went in the bathroom and got a cool cloth to wipe her forehead, only to return to a sleeping beauty. Next, he began undressing her, and as he slid off the red silk dress, the gun fitted snugly to her thigh took him by surprise. The sexy temptress with the toned body, baby-soft skin, and sassy attitude was packing a piece. Clad in only her lace bra and panties, this girl kept Head’s dick brick-hard.

He removed her gun and covered her back up. “Cartier, wake up, ma.”

Cartier struggled to open her eyes. Her vision was blurry, and her head was pounding. She knew where she was and who she was with, but all she wanted to do was close her eyes in hopes that the pain would go away. She hadn’t been that fucked up in years. Not since she was a teenager trying to be grown. She knew she’d definitely played herself.

“Drink this. It’ll make you feel better.” Head placed the cup of milk in her hands, and she took a sip. “No, you gotta drink it all.”

Cartier wanted to smack the cup out of his hand because she was in so much pain. Instead she exhaled and forced herself to drink the room-temperature milk. He followed by feeding her a bowl of soup.

Once she was done, Cartier was allowed to finally go to sleep. Head nestled up behind her, his massive hand resting on her flat stomach.

****

Cartier awoke to the television on in the room, but she didn’t see Head. Draped only in her bra and panties, she wondered if they’d fucked and he bounced. She reached down and felt her vagina, which seemed fine, untouched. She wanted to call for him, but her throat was still on fire.

She peeked over at the clock, which said nine thirty. Cartier knew Trina was going to lose her mind and curse her out the moment she walked through the door. Briefly she toyed with the idea of calling her mother to let her know she’d be home soon but quickly decided against it. Why get cursed out twice? She’ll just swallow her medicine when she got home.

Shortly thereafter, Head came back into the room with breakfast. Cartier’s heart was flying around in her chest. She was relieved that he was still around.

He came walking into the room, bringing the aroma of sweet maple syrup and flavored coffee with him. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” Cartier lied unconvincingly.

“You don’t look OK.” Head checked her forehead for a fever. When his hands slid down to her neck, she was soaked in sweat. “Stay here, I’m going to run you a bath.”

As the water was running, he pulled open the drapes in the hotel room to let the sunshine in. He then handed her a breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and toast. “Here, eat this first and then you can bathe. Make sure you drink all of that milk I got for you, and take those Advils. It should help you to get your strength back.”

After Cartier ate most of her breakfast and took the Advils, she honestly felt better. Her head fog lifted, and she wanted to resume where they’d left off last night.

Head, still treating her like a patient, walked her into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet stall. “Come here.”

Cartier walked in between his legs. When he reached up and began to take off her panties, she took one step back. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to bathe you. You’re all sweaty, and this should make you feel a little better. And don’t go getting all shy on me. You’re practically naked anyway, standing here with those little teeny-weeny see-through panties on.”

Cartier burst out into laughter. “Shouldn’t we be leaving soon? Isn’t checkout at noon?”

“Re-lax, ma. I paid for another night. I didn’t know if you’d be well enough to make it home, and I didn’t want to drag my lady out of here half-dead.”

“Is that the only reason you paid for another night?”

“I thought it was, but it seems you got a better reason for us to stay another night.”

Gently, Head reached up and slid off Cartier’s bra down her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She was now standing in front of Head completely naked, and she didn’t even flinch. As Head’s strong, masculine hands brushed up against her skin, Cartier watched as he studied her perky breasts, his eyes lingering on her cropped pussy hair, and finally her perfect French-pedicured feet.

Head put both hands on her hips and guided her inside the Jacuzzi-shaped tub. “How’s the water? Is it too hot?” he asked.

“No, it’s perfect,” Cartier’s voice was barely a whisper as her pussy throbbed excitedly.

Head grabbed the washcloth and soap and began at her feet. He lathered the rag and began to wash between her toes in slow, strong strokes. Then he moved from her calves to her upper thigh, kneading his fingers in small circular movements, which almost caused Cartier to have an orgasm. The foreplay was that intense.

When his shirt got wet from bath water, he stood up and pulled his white T-shirt over his head. His broad shoulders, firm pecs, and ripe nipples complemented his small waist and flat stomach.

“Stand up,” he said to Cartier, and then he kneeled down.

Hesitantly she rose to her feet and stood, her pussy in Head’s face. Tenderly, he separated her legs and took the washcloth and began cleansing her inner thighs in circular motions, slowly inching toward her cave.

Head, an experienced lover, took the tip of the rag and parted Cartier’s lips, and applied pressure, and as his fingers brushed her clitoris in a steady, firm motion, she gripped his shoulders tight, trying to stop herself from quivering.

Head’s eyes met hers, and he held her stare for a long moment before a sly grin spread across his face. “That feel good?”

Cartier could only nod her head. When she peeked down at his jeans, she could see a slight bulge.

Head wanted to caress and make love to Cartier’s whole body and mind. He moved up to her arms, fingers, and the nape of her neck, before making his way to her breasts. As soon as the intensity was overbearing, he would pull back momentarily, teasing her. Head released the water from the tub and turned on the shower, allowing the water to drench the suds from Cartier’s body.

As she stood there, water cascading down her body, Head began pulling off his jeans, boxers, and then socks and stood before her completely naked. It was then Cartier noticed that he had a heavy penis that hung between bow legs. She moved over to make room for him in the shower.

Neither one of them said a word as he reached for the shampoo and began lathering her scalp. His strong fingers stroked her scalp as if he was making love to her.

At first, Cartier didn’t want to get her hair wet. But that was a fleeting thought as he tilted her head back and allowed the water to cascade down on her hair. She closed her eyes, Head’s hands supporting the back of her neck.

Head pulled her head up, surprising her when he leaned in and kissed her lips softly. Cartier eyes popped open.

And then he kissed her again, this time more aggressively, her enthusiastic lips welcoming him. Cartier’s tongue snaked inside his mouth, and they both began to grope one another passionately.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Cartier breathed.

“Yes, we should . . .”

“But you won’t respect me.” Suddenly Cartier began to worry.

“You don’t have to earn my respect, ma. I’ll give it to you. But remember it’s on you to lose it.”

Cartier nodded her acknowledgment and all apprehensions were washed away.

Both soaked and slippery, Head carried her to the bed and gently laid her down.

Finally he spoke as he climbed on top of her. “I’ve been wanting to make love to you from the first moment I saw you.”