Trickery (11 page)

“You hungry?” Trey asked me as we walked into the living room. I plopped down on the couch. “Yeah,” I said. “A little bit.”

I sat there while he went into the kitchen. I leaned my head back when I heard the water running, and the refrigerator door opening and closing. He was rattling pots and pans, and pulling drawers opening and rumbling through silverware. I wanted to get up and go help him fix whatever he was fixing, but I was just too exhausted to move.

I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes again Trey was setting a Cherry-wood serving tray on the coffee table. Two small candles were glowing from the tray, and he’d even folded two napkins in a cute little design. He’d fixed us a plate of Ritz crackers with grape jelly spread on top of them, and he’d sliced up some strawberries and apples and put them on a separate plate.

“Yum,” I said, sitting up with a smile. “That looks real good.”

Trey grinned, “It’s just a little something for you to sleep on so your stomach ain’t making a whole lotta noise tonight. You know the walls are thin as hell, and I ain’t tryna hear your stomach growling all night long.” He sat down next to me and reached for my hand.

I hesitated for a moment.

I swear I tried not to, but I automatically thought about Gino and how he used to hold my hand and say grace over our food. It used to make me feel so good when my man did that. Like we were bonded in the world together and he was asking God to bless us both.

Trey was still reaching for me, and slowly I gave him my hand. He looked at me with real patient eyes, then lowered his head slightly and began to pray.

“Father in Heaven, the Master of our world and the Owner of the Day of Judgment. Bless this food and those that are about to receive it. Allow it to nourish and sustain our bodies and souls. Amen.”

I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I tore into them jelly crackers like they were little hunks of fried shrimp. Trey ate a few crackers too, and he played with a couple of strawberries, but he pushed most of the food toward me and told me to knock myself out.

While I was busy eating Trey slid down to the end of the couch near my feet, and leaned back into the plush sofa. I crossed my legs at the ankles and nibbled on the sweetest strawberries I’d tasted in a long time.

I looked over at him and I was surprised to see how intensely he was staring into my eyes. I got kinda embarrassed and coughed nervously, and then out of nowhere I started rambling off with the mouth.

“I know I already said this a whole bunch of times before, but thanks for letting me stay here with y’all. I mean, I appreciate being here, I just don’t wanna cause no trouble between you and your girl.”

I wanted to kick myself. Now why the hell did I say that?

But Trey played it real cool. “My girl? What girl?”

“Oh you know what girl,” I said, thinking about the fuck noises I had heard coming from his room the night he was over there pounding her pussy and blowing her fucking back out. I felt my cheeks flush as I remembered how I had fantasized that it was
me
he was over there deep-drilling, and I remembered how I had gotten my pussy nice and sticky as I masturbated to the sounds of them fucking and beat my own stuff up deliciously.

And then I remembered how ashamed I had been after I had nutted all over my fingers and then heard the two of them arguing. That chick had been steady hollering, “No! What’s
my
name, Trey? Call me by
my
fuckin’ name!”

Man, that chick had been raging on fire when she busted on me out in the hallway and asked me who I was. And after I told her, I would never forget how I felt when she stared at me and said, “Oh, so
you’re
Juicy, huh? Well since you’re the bitch whose name this niggah keeps moaning out while he’s fucking, I guess you’re the bitch he really wants to be with then!”

All of this flashed through my mind as I stared into Trey’s dark, intense eyes, and I could tell that he was remembering that shit too.

“Yo, I don’t know what you talking about, Juicy. I don’t even know no other girls,” he joked and bust out laughing. Then he reached over and tickled my feet with his big hand, making me giggle too.

“Yeah, uh-huh. Remember, the walls are thin Trey, and you sure as hell knew that chick that night. Inside and out.”

“Oh, you real funny,” he said, grinning. “But don’t worry about Debbie. Ain’t nothing going on between me and her no more.”

I gave him the “niggah please” look.

“What? You don’t believe me?”

I shrugged. He was rubbing my feet in both his hands now, and I squirmed a little trying to ignore the sudden wave of heat that was being stoked up in me. “I’m not saying you’re lying . . . but I could tell that girl was really into you.”

His eyes bore into mine as his sexy lips moved.

“So you can tell all that,” he said, pressing his thumb into the arch of my foot and teasing me with small strokes, “but you still can’t tell when a man is really into
you
?”

A ball of fire flashed through me. I squirmed and squeezed my thighs tightly together. I didn’t wanna feel what Trey was making me feel. I loved it and I was damn near feening for it, but I didn’t want it.

“Trey—” I said, “I’m just really tired.”

He rubbed my feet once more lightly, and then he nodded and let them go.

“I know you are,” he said quietly. “You’ve been through a whole lot, Juicy. And I ain’t talking about just today either.” He stood up, and I couldn’t stop my nasty eyes from zooming straight to the bulge that had formed in the front of his pants. “Come on,” he said, reaching for my hand. He pulled me easily to my feet and looked down at me. We were only inches apart and just his manly scent had every nerve in my body screaming.

“You ready for bed?”

I swallowed hard. His six-foot-six inch muscled-up body damn sure had me ready for something.

I don’t know what came over me, or what the hell I was thinking, but I just stepped into him. I stepped straight up on him, crushing my titties to his chest as my arms went around him, and then his arms went around me too.

I felt like a starving woman who had accidently stumbled into a food fest.

Trey was all man as I pressed myself into his rocked up chest and felt the hardness of his thighs pressing against mine. I don’t know who went for it first, but I think we met halfway. His lips were on mine, and I opened my mouth to him. Our kisses were hot and greedy. You couldn’t tell who wanted it more. Who was loving it more. I melted in the middle as his tongue probed my mouth. He teased me with it, giving and taking at the same time, fucking me orally just the way I needed it.

“Juicy,” he whispered, pulling away even as I was pushing forward and going in for more. “You ain’t ready for this, baby.”

I knew he was tryna think about me but I was on fire. The only way he was gonna get me off him was if he poured a bucket of cold water over my head.

I stood on my tiptoes and reached for him again. My arms wound around his neck as my nipples tingled against his chest. My hips started moving on their own, grinding on the boulder that stood out boldly from his groin.

Trey cupped my ass with both hands and squeezed. He pulled me to him, letting me work my hips the way I wanted to. I almost came as I moved back and forth against his dick, scraping my clit on his hardness through our clothes.

I found his lips and nipped the bottom one gently between my teeth. I sucked it the way a baby sucked a nee-nee, with my eyes rolling back in my head as I inhaled the scent of sweet strawberries on his breath.

Somehow we ended up on the couch.

For somebody whose woman thang was supposed to be dead, my poor panties were soaking wet. It was shameless the way I threw one leg over the back of the sofa and invited him in. Trey lowered himself on top of me, his tongue never leaving my mouth.

He grinded into me, his hardness trying to penetrate me through my jeans. I threw my pussy up at him. We were humping like two kids trying to sneak a nut on the back staircase in school. Trey took off his shirt, then pulled my blouse up. My breasts jumped free from my bra like two wild beasts. My nipples pointed at the ceiling, and I practically screamed as he cupped them and brought his soft lips down to cover them.

I was in Heaven as he licked and nibbled and sucked all over me. I was alive! I was
alive
! It had been so long since I’d allowed myself to feel any type of sexual stimulation from a man that I was like a virgin, experiencing pleasure for the very first time.

I reached down between us and felt for his dick. Dude was a piper! I almost screamed when I felt the long, thick imprint standing out prominently from his body. Trey held himself up with his arms, hovering over me as I undid his belt and yanked at his zipper. When his pants were open he lowered himself down on me again and we kissed and moaned into each other’s mouths. 

We were panting and sweating. Fucking through our clothes, and I wanted to be closer to him. I reached between us again and started fumbling with my top button. Trey moved my hand aside and opened my pants and pulled them down just below my hips. I arched my back and shuddered as I felt his big dick stroking between my pussy lips, with just our underwear as a thin, moist barrier between us. I knew he was gonna split my pussy wide open when he finally got up in me, and just imagining how good he was gonna pound my guts and mash me out had me about to cream. I couldn’t even wait to get my panties down. An intense storm of bliss had started barreling through my groin and pushing its way out of my dripping tunnel, and I was just about to tip over the edge of steaming hot pleasure when Trey’s cell phone started bleeping in a very strange pattern.

He pushed himself up on his forearms and listened.

“That’s a 911 call,” he muttered under his breath. He leaned over to get it from the table and I clung to him, damn near dragging him back down on top of me. I threw my pussy up at him again, my body desperate to cum, and even with the phone bleeping in his hand, his hips started grinding and working me over once more.

The bottom halves of our bodies were glued together and moving to a serious fuck-beat as Trey pushed the talk button and pressed the phone to his ear.

First his hips stopped moving. And then I watched his whole face change. By the time his short conversation was over that bucket of ice water I said would be the only thing that could separate us came splashing down on both of our heads.

Trey pushed himself off of me and stood up. His chest was still heaving and his dick was about to explode through his drawers like a mothafucka, but there was nothing but frozen rage in his eyes.

“What happened?” I whispered. The first thing that came to my mind was that something bad had gone down with Chiney, but then I realized I was way off when Trey finally answered me.                        

“That was my boy, Rain,” Trey said quietly. “Somebody found little Taleah on the staircase in her building and took her to the emergency room.”

“What?” I shrieked and sat straight up. My eyes darted back and forth as I searched his face for the answers to the questions that rolled off my lips. “What happened to her? Is she okay?”

He shook his head. “She’s in intensive care. She took a beat-down and got all her front teeth knocked out. Somebody musta given her some dope too, because she OD’d in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.”

“
Nooo
,” I moaned as I sat up and clutched Trey around the waist trying to comfort him. I pressed my face to his belly and squeezed him tight. Just a few hours ago that beautiful little girl had been up on a stage rapping about her self-worth and having the time of her life. And now she was in the hospital fighting for her life!

“And that ain’t all,” Trey said coldly as he pulled away from me and started zipping up his pants. “Rain said Taleah can’t talk and tell nobody who did that shit to her, but she did write a name down on a piece of paper.”

“She did?” I asked, as I stuffed my titties back inside my bra and started fixing my clothes too. “Well if she knows who the dude was then the cops can go get him and lock his ass up! Well what did she write? Who did that shit to her?”

To my surprise I saw a single tear forming in the corner of Trey’s eye. And then he opened his mouth and said the last word I had expected to come out of his mouth.

He said, “Maleek.” 

CHAPTER 13

There were several jiggle joints that Slick Sallie coulda found his pleasure in that night, but the part of him that was Irish had always been drawn to danger. He chose a nightclub that had once been known as the grandest in all of New York City. The cover charge had been a grand a head, and the owner of the club had attracted such high-profile, crucial, and iconic celebrity clientele that his spot used to be busting at the seams as he turned away droves of customers at the door each night.

Sallie knew he coulda picked up another piece of trim right off the track if he’d wanted to, but the prominent bite mark standing out on his forehead was a stark reminder of how dangerous and unpredictable street girls in Harlem could be.

Besides, Sallie was done picking up hoes like Karisma. Tonight he was going to a place where he knew he could find the kind of woman he craved and they could do their thing without a whole lot of drama. And he was also going to the one place in the world that he knew Juicy Stanfield was guaranteed
not
to be.

Slick Sallie was going to the G-Spot.

$$$$$

“
Make that money-money! Make that money-money! Make that muthafuckin’ money-money, honey!”

The heat was spiked up sky-high at the G-Spot Social Club and Monique was stripping mad.

Kiss my ass, perverts! Lick my twat, assholes!

Mo-Mo had an attitude as she performed for the crowd of drunk, horny men. Yeah, these fools were tossing mad green doe on the stage and making it rain all over her head, but these bastards still wasn’t
appreciating
her shit the way they shoulda been!