Slick (9 page)

He raked his fingers through my messy hair and pumped my mouth to fill it. “Ahhhh, suuuck it, baby. Go all in for me.”

All in I was. And after I finished swallowing, I licked my lips and sat sideways on Jonathan's lap. We both were exhausted, so I laid my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I know this ain't right, but why does it feel so right when we're together?” I asked.

“I don't know, Sylvia. All I know is, if I didn't have you right now, I don't know what I would do. You've helped me with my business, my personal life, and let's not forget about my daughter. What is she doing at your place?”

“She's spending the night with me. And when you get a chance you need to call her. She's worried about you.”

“I know. I got her message. I've been so out of it that I don't know what to say to her. Every time we talk, she's snapping and going off. I'm not in the mood for that right now.”

“Well, get in the mood. I didn't tell Beverly; however, I did tell Britney I was going to tell you that she skipped school the other day. She called the office looking for you, and since you wasn't there, I picked her up from the park. Her so-called boyfriend, who she skipped school with, hit her and—”

Jonathan cocked his head back and frowned. “What? Hit her?”

“Yes, but I took care of it. Don't worry.”

He leaned forward and I got up from his lap. “Put on your clothes. Let's go,” he said.

I didn't argue with Jonathan and hurried to put on my clothes. When he suggested going back to my place together, I completely disagreed. I told him Britney seeing us together would only bring about many questions and assumptions. He disagreed so we left the office together and headed to my place.

When we walked through the door, Britney was lying on the couch, talking on the phone and watching
Scary Movie 3.
First, she looked at me, then at Jonathan as he followed in behind me. She told whoever was on the phone she'd call them back.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said, standing up and giving Jonathan a hug.

He hugged her back. “Hey, baby.”

“What is this I hear about your so-called wife?”

“Not now,” I said. “Okay, Britney. You need to tell your father what happened the other day.”

Jonathan turned on the light and looked at Britney's face that was still slightly swollen. “What's up with that? How you gone let some young punk put his hands on you without telling me?”

“I was going to tell you, but Sylvia took care of things for me.”

“It's not Sylvia's job to take care of anything. You are my responsibility. I need his phone number so I can have a talk with his parents. That fool ain't got no business putting his hands on you.”

Britney rolled her eyes. “I don't know how you plan on talking to his parents when they're never around.”

“I'll find them. Make sure I get that info by tomorrow. If not, I'm going to your school.”

“Daddy, that's embarrassing. You're fine and all, but I don't need you up at my school making trouble for me.”

“Trouble? You haven't seen trouble, young lady, and you are in trouble for skipping school. I'm going to your school Monday to find out why they haven't told me about you skipping school. This stuff with you has to stop, Britney, and I mean it.”

“He's right, Britney, it does,” I said. “Besides, your father doesn't need any more stress to deal with. Do the right thing and get yourself together, okay?”

She looked at us and nodded. “I will cool out, I promise. The school already called Mama about me skipping, so there is no need for you to go there on Monday. Ju . . . just give me another chance and you will see a change in me.”

Jonathan hesitated to say anything. He gave Britney another hug and kissed her forehead. She looked at me and pointed to his chest. “Was he your date?” she questioned.

I quickly spoke up. “No. I just happened to see him while I was out and told him you were here.”

Britney looked at Jonathan. “Daddy, she lying, ain't she? That was you who called here, wasn't it?”

Jonathan looked at me. I closed my eyes and slowly moved my head from side to side. “Yes, Britney. I called Sylvia because I needed a friend to talk to. Just like you do when you need somebody.”

Upset that he told her, I took a deep breath and headed toward the kitchen.

“You don't have to leave, Sylvia. I don't know who y'all think y'all fooling. I wasn't born yesterday.”

“You were if you think anything is going on between your father and me. We are good friends, Britney. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, tooting her lips. “Good friends with wrinkled clothes and messy hair.”

Jonathan and I kept quiet. Later, he tried to convince Britney that we were nothing but friends, but she wasn't buying into it. He wanted her to go home with him, but she told him she wanted to stay the night with me. She agreed to stay with him Sunday night so that was cool with him. When he left, I walked him out to his car. Britney peeked out the window, watching us.

“What are we going to do with her?” I asked.

“I don't know, but I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do with you.”

“That's a good question. Whenever you figure it out, be sure to let me know.”

“I promise you I will.” He winked at me and got into his car. I watched him drive away and thought about what a lucky bitch I was to be with him. If only our time together would last.

 

While at home, I sat in my office and listened to Beverly over the phone as she called me all kinds of no-good motherfuckers. I didn't have the time or energy to argue with her so after she finished, I agreed with everything she'd said and hung up.

Sylvia called and said she and Britney would be over sometime that evening. I wanted to do something nice like cook dinner for them, but I couldn't seem to stop moping around the house about Dana and Lewis for nothing in the world. She'd been gone since our argument. I tremendously missed her. Why? I hadn't a clue, especially after how she played me. And Lewis, I had news for his sorry ass. After tomorrow, that son of a bitch was ass out. I couldn't wait to confront him about what I knew.

Around two o'clock, I went back to my office in the basement to do some work. When Dana came in and sat on the couch, I was paging through some documents from the Lawson case.

Dana looked so fine to me and my heart melted when I saw her. She was dressed in a blazing red Jones New York suit I bought her for Christmas last year. Her hair was full of curls, and by the look in her beautiful green eyes, I could tell she'd been crying. I checked her out from head to toe then I spun my chair around and pretended to be occupied. I opened the file cabinet behind me and searched for nothing.

“Jonathan,” she said softly.

“What?” I said, refusing to turn around.

“Can we talk, please? I . . . I really need to talk to you.”

“Not right now, Dana. I'm busy.”

“Then when are you going to find time in your busy schedule to talk to me about our marriage?”

“I've already talked to you about our marriage. There is no marriage. There's nothing else to talk about, other than are you going to file for a divorce or shall I?” I turned to look at her.

With pain trapped in her eyes, she shook her head. “I've decided that I'm not going to give you a divorce. We've come too far together to let this go.”

“You've decided? Since when did you start running shit around here? The only thing you decided to do was fuck Lewis. And, personally, I can't even see myself touching you ever again, knowing that you let a motherfucker like him have you.”

“Baby, I was lonely,” she said blinking the tears from her eyes. “He was there for me when you rejected me. The only—”

I hated for her to put the blame on me. “I don't want to hear it! Lonely my ass! Now, I'm not going to argue with you about this over and over again. I want out of this marriage! Now!”

“No, gotdamn it! It's not going to be that easy.” She walked around my desk and came up to me. “I . . . I know how much I've hurt you but please know it was never my intention. It seemed as if you started loving your work more than you loved me. I know turning to Lewis was the wrong thing to do but I had to have something to hold on to.”

I got up from the chair and walked away from Dana. Before I could reach my office door, I dropped my head and rubbed my eyes. I thought about how much love I still had for her and I refused to keep running away every time we spoke.

“Give me one week to think about this, okay? Do not call me or come here until I call you. Just know, Dana, that this is not going to go away overnight. You have been dishonest, you have hurt me more than anybody in my entire life has, and I don't know if this is something I will ever be able to put behind me.”

She came up from behind me and put her arms around my bare chest. She rubbed it and laid her head against my back. “Never ever will I do this to you again,” she whispered. “I'll call you next Sunday. Hopefully, you'll have good news for me. In the meantime, put your ring back on because this is not over yet. Don't go giving up on me because I will never give up on you.”

I turned to face her. The direction of my eyes lowered to her lips and she inched forward to kiss me. The taste of her lips was so sweet that I couldn't pull myself away from them. Then I started to think about Lewis and backed away from her. We stared at each other without saying a word. Shortly after, Dana walked away and left.

I stood there feeling like a fool for even considering reconciliation with her. If anything, it proved to me how much love I still had for her. I was so damn caught up that it didn't even dawn on me that if we did work things out, I still had to face my feelings for Sylvia. She'd been there for me every step of the way. And even though my intention was to pump her for information, I found myself needing her more than ever. Besides, there was nothing in the world she wouldn't do for me. I truly knew that. In addition, her pussy was, without a doubt, the best damn pussy I'd ever had. She definitely knew how to please me, and being with her took an enormous amount of my stress away.

I stayed in the basement for a while, trying to get some work done. When I realized I'd spent most of my time thinking about Dana and Sylvia, I called it a day and went upstairs. I watched TV, wondering where Britney and Sylvia were, but they didn't show up until almost six o'clock. They carried grocery bags in their arms and took them into the kitchen. I offered to help, but they insisted they had everything taken care of. Once Britney came in with the last bag, we all stayed in the kitchen and unpacked the groceries.

“Y'all really didn't have to do this,” I said with a growling stomach.

“Daddy, just move out of the way. Sylvia and me about to throw down in this kitchen.”

“I don't know about all that, but we gon' try,” Sylvia said.

“Is that my cue to leave the kitchen?”

“Yeah, Daddy. Why don't you go do something for the next hour or so?”

“Anything but work,” Sylvia said.

“Fine. I'll go check out the football game, and when you ladies need me, holla.” I kissed Britney on the cheek, winked at Sylvia, and went to check out the game.

As the Rams were on a roll, I was acting a complete fool. Sylvia came into my bedroom and put her hands on her hips.

“Now, I know the game ain't that good where you got to be jumping up and down, yelling like that.”

“Actually, it is.”

“Well, do you think you can pull yourself away from the game and come eat something?”

“In a minute,” I said. “Give me about five minutes.”

Sylvia shook her head and left the room.

I didn't make it to the kitchen until fifteen minutes later. And when I did, Britney and Sylvia had everything laid out for me. They cooked a meatloaf with mashed potatoes and gravy, macaroni and cheese, and a pan of homemade dinner rolls. For dessert, they baked my favorite, a German chocolate cake. Everything was set on the table, and they'd even dimmed the lights and had a few candles lit.

Not having a home-cooked meal in ages, I was overjoyed. I grabbed both of them around their waists and kissed their cheeks.

“Thank you,” I said, looking mainly at Sylvia because I knew she was fully responsible for not only making me happy, but for making Britney happy as well.

“You're always welcome,” she said, pulling away. She looked over at Britney. “I'll fix your daddy's plate and you can get mine and yours together.”

“Nope. I'll get my plate and you and Daddy can stay in here alone. I'm going downstairs to watch TV.”

“Britney,” Sylvia said. “Your father and I do not need any time alone, so get your behind in that chair and sit.”

She looked at me. “Daddy, if I don't want to stay upstairs with y'all, I don't have to, do I?”

“No. Actually, Sylvia and I could use a little privacy. I need to talk to her about something.”

Britney licked her tongue out at Sylvia and she playfully hit Britney on the leg with a towel. Their relationship meant so much to me. I was truly glad that Sylvia had become such an important part of Britney's life.

After Britney fixed Sylvia's and her plates, she headed downstairs to watch TV. Sylvia fixed my plate and sat at the table with me to eat. At first, she wouldn't even look at me. When I asked why, she said that she was nervous about being in Dana's house, sharing dinner with her husband.

“This isn't Dana's house anymore, Sylvia, so relax,” I said.

“Jonathan, this whole situation makes me uncomfortable. The last time I spoke to Dana, she begged me to talk to you about getting back together with her. Honestly, I can't because I don't want you to work things out with her. I don't expect you to drop everything for me either, but for now, I'm enjoying every moment that I spend with you.”

“Same here, but this situation is getting so complicated for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I still love my wife, Sylvia. It's not fair to you if I pretend that I don't.”

Sylvia stopped eating her food and she used her fork to pick at the meatloaf. “So, do you love her enough to forgive her for cheating on you?”

“Baby, I don't know. I've said in my mind that it's over but my heart is saying something different.”

“Well, I'm going to back off until you decide what you want to do. I never intended to complicate your life more than it already is, but I couldn't hold back my feelings for you any longer.”

“Thank you for not holding back because you're exactly what I need in my life right now. I know I've said this before, but I don't know what I'd do without you.”

“You'll never be without me, but I don't want to be only a sex partner for you either. Also, I want to be a friend who you can talk to and come to for comfort.”

“That you are. Sex with you is amazing and being with you sexually takes me to a place I've never been to with any woman. I just don't know if good sex is all we have in common.”

“I feel you, but we'll see.”

We finished up a quiet dinner together. Sylvia got extremely quiet when I told her I was going to give Dana my decision on Sunday. The only thing she suggested was for me to do what was best for me, and once I made my decision, to let her know what it was.

Sylvia cleaned up the kitchen, and not hearing a peep out of Britney, I went downstairs to check on her. While watching TV, she'd fallen asleep on the couch. I took her empty plate and went back upstairs. I gave it to Sylvia to wash, and after she finished, she said that she was getting ready to leave.

“You don't have to leave so soon, do you?” I asked.

“Yes, I do, Jonathan, because I don't want Britney to keep getting the wrong idea about us. She wants us together so badly.”

“I know she does. But whatever happens, Britney is old enough to understand.”

“You're right, and she is.” Sylvia took her car keys off the table. “I'll see you in the morning.”

“You most certainly will.”

I opened the back door for Sylvia and let her out through the garage. In her tight Levi jeans, I watched her hips sway from side to side and decided not to let her leave so quickly. When I pushed the button to let the garage back down, she turned around.

“What are you doing?” she said with a smile.

I closed the door and stepped into the garage. “I forgot to thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”

“But you did thank me.”

“Not how I wanted to.”

I took Sylvia's keys from her hand and put them on top of my Lexus. After I removed her jacket and unbuttoned her jeans, she knew damn well how I wanted to thank her.

“Jonathan,” she moaned as she bent over the trunk of the car. “What if Britney wakes up?”

I spread her legs far apart, held her chocolate ass cheeks in my hands and slipped into her wet hole. “Then I'll just have some explaining to do. I'll explain that I just can't get enough of you.”

“Me either,” Sylvia said with a moan. “Damn you feel good in there. Sooooo good.”

I felt relieved as I worked Sylvia over, and being inside of her felt like home. I was comfortable, and we didn't wrap it up until almost an hour later. By then, we were inside of the car, laughing.

“This is getting ridiculous,” she said.

I placed my mouth on her breast and nodded. As her nipple hardened, she lifted my head and smiled.

“You don't like beds, do you?” she asked.

“As a matter of fact, I don't. I like spur-of-the-moment, ‘right here and right now' sex.”

“I can tell, but my ass is getting bruised up from not being on a comfortable bed. I'm still trying to recover from the copy machine, the hard tile floor, and the boardroom's table. Now, my stomach hurts from bending over on your car.”

“Let me see some of the bruises you're talking about.” I moved over and sat on the back seat next to Sylvia. She pointed out a few spots on her body, and I saw bruises on her thigh, her back, and on her ass.

“What a shame,” I joked. “You really need to tell the man who keeps roughing you up like that to stop it.”

“Yeah, you really should stop fucking me like this. I just might want to keep you forever.”

I laughed, but my face fell flat when I heard Britney calling for me. Sylvia and I rushed out of the car to put on our clothes. All I had to do was put on my boxers and robe, but Sylvia had much more to do. By the time she slid into her panties, Britney opened the back door to the garage. She looked at Sylvia hiding herself by the passenger's side of the car and she watched me, as I stood with my hands in my pockets looking suspicious.

“Did I interrupt something?” she questioned.

“Naw, baby, we were just—”

“Just talking about something,” Sylvia intervened.

Britney stepped into the garage and Sylvia picked up her jeans from the ground.