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He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

  I noticed that all through Michael’s phone were pictures of his kids. I had to admit that I was looking for photos of his wife too, but I found none of her. There were photos of Michael and his children, but none of her and the children. There was definitely something going on with them.

  After leaving the T-shirt shop, we headed to Front Page News to grab a bite to eat. Left there and headed to Atlantic Station. By then some of the tension had eased. David and Michael were talking. Jokes were floating around. Laughter was in the air. David and Michael took turns kissing me, while curious people gawked. Affection floated around, enveloping me in a cocoon. Then the three of us were holding hands again. Lots of touching. Went back to Strip for the hell of it. Ordered a round of drinks and kicked back. Everything was back to normal with the three of us.

  “Are we still going home today?” I asked David after Michael had gone to the bathroom.

  “That’s the plan, unless you don’t want to,” he answered.

  I shrugged and glanced around the place. “I don’t know. Should we?”

  “I think we should. Not trying to have another verbal fight with Michael about shit that can’t be changed.”

  “You two have words again?”

  He nodded. “Same shit. Different toilet.”

  I hung my head. Everything in me wanted to pull my phone out and show David what probably had Michael feeling like he was. I didn’t know who to blame for the situation. Yes, I did. Well . . . I knew who I wanted to blame. I wanted to blame Sadi. She was the reason behind this madness. She should have kept her legs closed, being a married woman. I didn’t care how many would call me hypocritical for my judgment of her. It could have been simple jealousy, but I didn’t care.

  I leaned in closer to David. He already had his arm wrapped around my shoulder. He knew what I wanted. Turned his head and gave me his lips. Our tongues danced around. Moved in sync until we found that high we were looking for. His other hand snaked around my waist. That light squeeze he gave told me he was nearly in a state of arousal. Or it could have been the huge bulge swelling in his pants. Either way, I got as close to him as I could. Let my hand massage that beautiful gift from the Mandingo gods.

  “You better stop, before you make me forget we’re in public,” he told me in a low murmur against my ear.

  I glanced around bashfully, then smiled. “I don’t think you have it in you” I told him.

  He eased my legs open, then placed one on top of his. His hand cupped my sex. Gripped it. Massaged it. Spanked it lightly.

  “You want to take that bet?” he rebutted.

  My head almost fell back, as I was in a blissful state. He chuckled. I gave a womanly moan, then tried to hide my obvious aroused state when the waitress walked back over with our receipt. For a minute, I wished we were back at that underground sex club, where David’s hand on my pussy wouldn’t have bothered the waitress. The waitress back at that sex club would have stared openly and appreciated David’s display of wanting me so badly that he didn’t care who watched as he gave in to carnal desires.

  But, alas, this wasn’t the underground sex club. David moved his hand. Used the one he hadn’t had on my sex to take the pen the waitress had left and sign the receipt. He was ambidextrous. Could use his left hand as well as the right one. We joked about it often. I always told him it was why he was so good at using both his hands during foreplay. Some men knew how to do only one thing at a time when it came to foreplay. David could use his mouth and both hands at the same time while getting you to the point of orgasmic ecstasy.

  By the time Michael came out of the bathroom, we were ready to leave. He left the tip since David had paid the bill, even though David had already left a hefty tip. Judging by the way Michael was looking, I could tell he had spoken to his wife again. His face was twisted. One minute he looked as if he was in deep thought, and the next he looked like something stunk to him. He walked out ahead of us in silence.

  We hopped into David’s truck and headed back to the hotel. Skipped the valet for the time being and found a secluded area in a nearby parking deck. David wanted me. Told me he had the urge to take me from behind as we drove. But he wanted to do it in public. Exhibitionist style, with the threat of getting caught being our aphrodisiac. We ignored Michael in the backseat. He was trying to keep his voice level as his wife antagonized him about the bitch who had answered his phone. He kept telling her the same lie he had told his daughter. She wasn’t buying it.

  “I can make that happen,” I teased David.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yep.”

  Michael hung up his phone and lay down in the backseat. He’d had one too many shots of sake. Once David parked, I hopped out of the passenger side of the truck. Walked to the back and opened the door. I saw when David exited the truck. Anticipation sent shivers up my spine. I was already wet because he’d massaged my clit through the fabric of my tights as he drove. I dipped my head into the truck, poked my ass out so it pressed into David’s erection. I gave a little bounce, because I knew he liked that kind of thing.

  We didn’t really have time for foreplay. David knew this, so he slid my tights down over my backside. Admired my ass for a minute with a little spank worship. I massaged Michael’s bulge through his sweats. Watched his eyes open slightly as he took in what was going on. I urged him to lift his hips so I could slide his pants and underwear down. Michael’s dick sprang out. Slapped down on his stomach and bounced again.

  My nails dug into his thighs when David penetrated me from behind. For a second, I couldn’t even remember who I was. David was stretching my walls. Forcing me to accommodate his length and girth. I hissed loudly and then let out a stifled moan. Michael watched on, then eased down so he could easily slide his excitement into my mouth. It was hard for me to concentrate, since David was being anything but gentle. He smacked my ass so hard, it echoed. All anybody had to do was step off that elevator and they would get an eyeful of my ass, and of David beating my insides up.

  He was mean to my pussy. Was giving it to me like he owed it to me. Hands gripping my waist, nails digging into my skin, he pulled me back into him over and over and over again, until my knees buckled. When I was too weak to stand, Michael pulled my arms and helped his best friend get a better angle. With no hands, I sucked his dick into my mouth and let him control the motion. Michael pumped his hips up and down. My saliva soon coated his dick. His groans sang to me. Gave our illicit freak fest a more melodic sound track.

  “Shit, Summer,” David growled behind me.

  “Look at me, Summer,” Michael coaxed me.

  I lifted my eyes so I could see him.

  David told me, “I’m coming, baby.”

  I moaned louder, rocked my ass back into him harder. The truck shook and bounced under our weight. I sucked Michael. David fucked me. Michael let my arms go, grabbed my ponytail, and let his seed trickle down my throat. He sounded like he was struggling to speak. Like his words had gotten garbled in his throat and all he could do was sing a chorus of ahs. David pulled back. Pulled me from inside the truck, turned me around, then told me to lie back on Michael. He lifted my hips and roughly slid back inside me.

  I’d never been fucked as good as David fucked me in that moment. Michael was palming my breasts, pinching my nipples, and just so he wouldn’t be left out of the action, he maneuvered from underneath me. Kneeled on the seat and leaned over me so his dick dangled in my face. Sixty-nine position, but he wanted only sixty-eight, and I would owe him one. While David stroked me, Michael sucked on my clit. I couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t take the clitoral stimulation and David’s frantic thrusts at the same time. My hips bucked and muscles in the bottom of my stomach clenched as I caught David’s thrusts and threw it right back at him. I squirted so hard, had an orgasm that was damn near blinding.

  David

  Everything was going good. Summer had spaghetti legs again. Couldn’t stand straight after what Michael and I had done to
her. We all sat in my truck, fixing our clothes, which we’d twisted and mucked up, so when we walked back into the hotel, we’d be presentable.

  Summer ranted about needing a shower. Said she couldn’t function with my jism damn near running down her legs. I laughed. She giggled. Michael had returned to being silent in the backseat.

  “You okay?” I asked him.

  He made eye contact with me in the rearview mirror and gave a head nod. “I’m chilling.”

  “What does that mean?” I said.

  “Means I’m cool,” he said nonchalantly.

  I let it go. If he said he was good, then I’d leave it be. I pulled out of the parking deck and headed on to the hotel. A few minutes of silence and a traffic light later, Summer picked up her phone. Judging by the way her fingers were working, I could tell she was texting. A few seconds later, Michael’s phone chirped. Summer glanced at me to find me looking at her. She nervously moved her hair from her face, then laid her head back against the seat.

  “What was that?” I asked her.

  She cleared her throat, then asked, “What was what?”

  “Between you and Michael, what’s that?”

  She turned her lips down and shrugged. “You mean in the parking deck? You were there.”

  I chuckled. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about, but okay.”

  I looked in the rearview mirror again to see Michael with a smirk on his face as he typed away. A few seconds later, Summer’s phone vibrated, but she tried to hide it from me. Michael chuckled, kept looking at me in the mirror, and then leaned back. Earlier, I’d noticed how they would isolate themselves and talk to one another. Summer had had his phone a couple of times today. I hadn’t said anything then, but now it annoyed me. It was something I’d make mention of later.

  We made it back to the hotel and headed up to Michael’s room. While Summer prepared to shower, Michael and I sat in the living room and watched the news. I could tell something was on his mind.

  I asked him, “You going to talk about what’s bothering you or what?”

  He grabbed a beer from the fridge, then tossed me one. “Marital issues.”

  “You’re flying back home the day after tomorrow, right?”

  He nodded, took a swig of his imported brew. “Yeah. I ain’t looking forward to it. There used to be a time when leaving and coming back home to my wife and kids was the highlight of any trip. Now I look forward to seeing my kids.”

  “Damn. Shit between you and Sadi that bad?”

  “Yeah, it’s crazy. It’s funny how shit seemed to change overnight for us.”

  “How so?”

  “I told you, man, a few months after that merger, things went downhill for us. She started coming home stressed. Lost a few cases, which sent her attitude over the top. It ain’t been the same since.”

  I sat my beer down, pulled my locks back into a ponytail, then pulled my shirt off. The room was more than a little toasty. I could tell housekeeping had stopped by, as it was cleaner than we’d left it. Mostly, Summer’s stuff had been tidied up. Neither Michael nor I made messes when we dressed, and if we did, we cleaned up as we went along. Michael looked to be deep in thought. I kind of felt bad that his home life seemed to be falling apart. But then the other side of me, the side that still held a grudge about how we’d ended, felt some kind of joy over his misery.

  In hindsight, I knew Michael and I never could have really been together the way I had fantasized. In the end both he and I wanted a wife and children. Michael never would have been satisfied with just me. He was one of those bisexuals who had only sex with men. He’d never date them or be in a relationship with them. To be honest, even though I’d tried the relationship thing with men, I was probably more like Michael than I cared to admit.

  Still, with Michael, I’d been different. I’d wanted to travel that relationship road with him. I’d wanted to see what it would be like for him and me to be more than the magic we created with our sex. If I was honest, I’d say that he and I had our own kind of relationship. The kind where he and I used sexual intimacy to run away from the demons chasing us. He had his issues with his family, and I had my own issues. Still, we didn’t let sex rule us. . . . Well, in a sense, we did. I chuckled inwardly, thinking back to the good times we’d had. The highlight of those times would always remain how we protected ourselves and how we were honest with women about our sexuality.

  “Have you tried to talk to Sadi about it?” I asked him.

  “Shit, man, talking to her lately is like staring a pit bull in the face with raw meat hanging around your neck. I don’t know what the fuck happened to my marriage, David.”

  My friend sounded dejected, like he didn’t want to be having this conversation to begin with.

  “You two try counseling?” I asked him.

  He shook his head. “Nah. Hadn’t thought about it really.”

  “Well, there you go. Another avenue to travel.”

  We both looked up when Summer opened the bathroom door and walked out naked. She smiled as she passed the doorway. There he and I were, talking about ways to help him fix his marriage, as if he hadn’t been cheating with Summer and me the entire time he’d been in Atlanta. It was comical. He and I continued talking, stopping every so often to watch Summer put on a show of oiling her body. She had walked into the living room after drying off and had placed a towel on a chair. Now she sat there, naked, as she moisturized her skin.

  I’d always loved that she didn’t let the fact that she was plus-sized determine her perception of her beauty. While her body shape complimented her weight beautifully, and she exercised faithfully, she wasn’t America’s standard of beauty. However, she never let that keep her in a box.

  I got up to use the bathroom, leaving Summer and Michael alone. I could hear him asking Summer why she wasn’t going to law school. That was a conversation she and I had had plenty of times. She was smart enough to do so, but I guessed she didn’t want to.

  Once I was done seeing a man about a horse, I changed into some sweats to get more comfortable. Saw Summer’s phone lying on the bed and remembered that text she’d sent to Michael earlier. I had a tug-of-war inside my head about whether I should go through her phone. I decided to satisfy my curiosity. Picked up her phone, put in her security code, and browsed her texts. Found the ones between her and Michael. To my surprise, they had been talking a lot more than I’d thought. He’d even told her he was falling for her. She’d told him he was full of shit. He’d LOLed and said he was serious.

  My face frowned a bit, and my heart settled into my stomach. I kept scrolling through. Saw the nude pictures he’d sent her and the ones she’d sent him. I shouldn’t have felt any kind of way about it, but I did. I knew when I’d opened that Pandora’s box and taken a bite of that forbidden fruit that I was playing with fire. Michael had that effect on people. He had the power to embed himself in your DNA, code the strands with remnants of himself, and then pull away.

  He had been wooing Summer like he’d done me way back when. I read the late-night messages and the early morning greetings he’d been sending her. The nigga couldn’t have been too worried about his home life, seeing that he had been so busy trying to get Summer on his team. Yeah, he’d been texting me too, but not nearly as much as Summer. I chuckled at the irony of it all. Summer had asked Michael if he’d told me something. He’d responded no. Told me what? I thought.

  I knew from experience that sometimes the satisfaction wasn’t worth the curiosity that killed the cat. So I left well enough alone. Placed her phone back where she had left it, and walked out on the snooping party I’d been having.

  Later on that night, the rain decided to roll in again. The three of us lay in the hotel bed. Summer in the middle, as always. She was fast asleep. Michael had the remote in one hand, his dick in the other. Moments before, Summer had pleased us both orally. Had taken turns making each of us speechless as we stuttered in singing her praises. We, in turn, had introduced her to anothe
r side of satisfaction. Had taken her on wave of anal pleasure. She’d lain on top of me while both Michael and I relaxed her enough for him to penetrate her there. First, I let her guide me into her sex. She did so with ease. Taking all of me that she could at first, then working her muscles to take all of me in to the hilt. She leaned forward until her breasts were on my chest. Her breathing was heavy. I could tell she was nervous.

  “Go slow,” I told Michael.

  “No shit, Sherlock,” he responded in his typical sarcastic fashion.

  He’d been so busy admiring her backside that I didn’t really think he would hurt her at all. He was too fascinated with it to hurt her. He poured oil in his hands and massaged her ass until it seemed to glow golden. For a minute, I got jealous that I wouldn’t be the first to take her there. My hardened muscle jumped inside her. She took in a sharp breath, then returned the favor. Raised her head to look at me.

  “You scared?” I asked her.

  “Not really. I don’t think I am. More nervous than scared. Both you and Michael are well endowed, so . . . I’m worried that he won’t fit.”

  I smiled at her. Her light voice was heavy with headiness. Michael crawled behind her. Our thighs touched since he was between my legs, and it made me look up at him. He’d focused in on her spine. Was licking a trail from the nape of her neck down to the dip in her back. He then spread her cheeks, took his tongue down between each globe. Summer almost bucked off of me. I wrapped my arms around her as she moaned and squirmed.

  “Fucking, fuck,” she murmured against my lips. “Jesus . . .”

  I watched her eyes roll in the back of her head. She was so gone that she dropped her head forward so hard, it knocked against mine.

  “Ayyyee, s-sorry . . . so . . . ohmigod . . . s-sorry, David,” she stuttered.

  “It’s okay,” I assured her.

  I was fighting the feeling myself. With her bucking and jerking, she was creating friction. I was deep inside her womb, so anytime she moved or quivered, my manhood grew and expanded.