Chapter Nine
T
asha awoke and went to her brother's room. She opened the door and noticed that Halleigh was still sleeping in his bed.
What the hell is she still doing in
Maury's
bed?
She was sure that by now Halleigh would have figured out that the room she'd been playing Goldilocks in was her brother's room, and copped one of the other rooms. But there Halleigh lay, sound asleep. Tasha shook her head and turned to leave, but found Mimi standing behind her, peering over her shoulder.
“What are we looking at?”
“Nothing. I was just checking to see if Hal was still asleep. Come on, let's go get some food.”
They walked into the kitchen to find Maury coming into the house with bags in his hands.
“Maury!” Tasha yelled excitedly as she ran to hug him.
“Tasha, hold up, before you make me drop my food,” he stated as he set the bags down on the countertop. He then turned around and hugged his sister warmly. “Why you didn't let me know you were coming to town?”
“I didn't even know I was coming. It was spur-of-the-moment, so I decided to surprise you.”
“Umm-hmm.” Mimi cleared her throat loudly as she eyed the sexy man before her.
Tasha ain't tell me her brother was so damn fine.
She put on her game face and stood sex-ily in the stretch pants and camisole she'd worn to bed.
“Oh yeah, this is my girl, Mimi. Mimi, this is my brother, Maury.”
Maury licked his lips and gave Mimi a head nod. He'd already peeped the way she was checking for him when he first walked in. “What up, ma? It's nice to meet you,” he said with a smile.
“It's nice to meet you too,” Mimi replied sweetly.
Tasha rolled her eyes. She knew that Mimi was attracted to her brother when she heard her “get-'em” voice.
“You've already met Halleigh,” Tasha interjected before Mimi could spark a conversation. She added, “And why did you sleep on your couch last night?”
“Because shorty stole my room,” Maury replied with a sexy grin. He pulled two containers of food from a bag.
“You bought us breakfast?” Tasha asked.
“Nah, sis, you know your way around town, baby. This is for me,” he said, backpedaling out the room.
Tasha frowned when she noticed he had two boxes.
“Well, who is that other one for?” she asked.
“This is for your girl. Since y'all left her on âstuck' last night, I decided to buy her breakfast,” Maury replied.
“Uh-huh.” Tasha knew that Halleigh must have worked her magic on Maury, because his nose was wide open. She shook her head and watched him walk out of the room. “Oh yeah, Maury, I need to talk to you about something. It's important, so make some time for me today!” she yelled.
“A'ight, I hear you!” he hollered back.
When he was out of earshot, Mimi tapped Tasha's arm. “What the hell was that all about? He's buying her breakfast and shit, like they fucked last night.”
Tasha could hear the jealousy in Mimi's voice. She'd peeped Mimi eye-fucking her brother too and knew that Mimi had her eyes set on a prize.
“You know Hal don't even get down like that. It's nothing. I'm sure it's nothing at all.”
Good
, Mimi thought, 'cause
a bitch like me sure can make something out of nothing.
Maury knocked on the bedroom door lightly. He didn't want to wake Halleigh if she wasn't already up, but he entered the room anyway when he didn't receive an answer. He walked near the side of the bed and placed the food on the nightstand.
“Yo, shorty, wake up,” he whispered, nudging her shoulder gently.
Halleigh heard the male voice, and in her head she imagined that it was Manolo. She'd just had a nightmare that Manolo was on top of her, smothering her with his body, his hand over her mouth as she tried to scream for him to stop. In her nightmare, Manolo was raping her, and had been, every morning, to teach her obedience. Maury's voice had managed to blend into her nightmare.
“Your food is gon' get cold,” Maury said, shaking her. “Wake up.”
Halleigh slowly opened her eyes, and a feeling of unfamiliarity crept into her heart. She felt a pair of strong hands on her neck, and she immediately jumped up, thinking that it was Manolo touching her.
“Stop it! Get off of me! Manolo, please stop! Don't touch me!” She scrambled out of bed and peered frightfully at Maury.
“Whoa! Calm down, Halleigh. You're okay. It's just me,” Maury said in a low, soothing tone.
Halleigh looked around slowly and began to realize where she was. This was one of the first mornings she was able to wake up without worrying about Manolo's treacherous ways. “He's gone,” she whispered as she collapsed onto the bed and put her face in her hands. “He can't hurt you anymore,” she told herself as her tears came unwillingly.
Maury didn't know who “he” was, but he knew that whoever Halleigh was referring to had terrified her to the breaking point. He walked over to the side of the bed and sat beside her. “You're good, ma. Ain't nobody gon' hurt you.” He wrapped his arms around her.
Halleigh rested in his arms for a few minutes. It felt so safe and reassuring. There was only one pair of arms that ever felt like that around herâMalek's. Halleigh closed her eyes and envisioned Malek there rescuing her from the horrible life she'd been living. She never wanted him to let her go.
Halleigh put her arms around Maury and pulled him closer to her.
Oh, Malek
, she thought as she pressed her face against him. Just then she looked up and saw Maury staring down at her. She quickly pulled away from him and walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, leaving a confused Maury on the bed.
Tears filled Halleigh's eyes as she began to whimper. “He can't hurt you anymore,” she told herself. “You run your own shit now. Your life is in your hands, and you won't allow anyone to make you feel powerless again.”
Halleigh got a piece of tissue from the toilet paper roll and wiped the last tear from her face, promising herself that she would stay strong. She needed to take control of her life, and she decided that today was the day she would start and never look back again.
She splashed cold water on her face, dried her hands, and then walked back out into the bedroom. Maury was still sitting on the bed. Halleigh saw that he had breakfast spread out on a small tray for her.
“I didn't know what you wanted,” Maury said to Halleigh as he nodded toward the spread, “so I got you a little bit of everything.”
Halleigh gave Maury a smile that said, “Thank you.” She then lowered her head. She was sure that he would want an explanation for what he'd just witnessed from her a few minutes ago, but to her surprise, he didn't mention it. She was grateful for that as she stood there looking down at the food, wondering why he was being so nice to her. Nobody was kind for no reason, not at first anyway. They always wanted something. Halleigh wondered just what it was Maury wanted from her.
“Come here,” Maury stated. He got up and walked toward Halleigh and grabbed her hand. “What's wrong? Never seen sausage and pancakes before?” Maury tried to lighten the awkward mood.
“Yeah.” Halleigh nodded. “But what's it for?” she asked as she followed him toward the bed.
“What do you mean, what is it for? For you to eat.” He pulled back the plush comforter for her.
She sat down, and he put some pillows behind her back.
“I mean, what's up with you bringing me breakfast in bed?”
He placed the breakfast tray on her lap. “Just enjoy it, shorty. But don't get used to it. I don't do this for everybody, you know. But you deserve it for putting up with me and my gangster movies last night.”
Halleigh looked around the room. “Well, how did I even get in this bed last night?” she asked, knowing that he had to have carried her to bed. She couldn't help but appreciate the gesture. If she had been at another point in her life, Tasha's brother could have easily had her open, but she could barely keep Malek off her mind, so she knew she didn't have the energy to spark something with Maury.
“I brought you in here after you passed out on me.”
Her eyebrows rose inquisitively. “And where did you sleep?”
Maury laughed out loud at her facial expression. “Chill out, shorty. I crashed on the couch.”
“Well, thank you for the breakfast, Maury, and for sharing your bed with me.”
“You don't have to thank me, Halleigh.” Maury grabbed the bag with his own food and left the room.
Mimi waited near the room she'd slept in until she saw Maury emerge from the room where Halleigh was. She was now dressed in tight jeans that showed off her apple bottom. She wore no bra, so her nipples peered at Maury through her thin halter top.
“Hey, Maury,” she stated as he walked toward her. She grabbed his hand and stopped him from moving past her. She walked up close to him and blatantly rubbed her body against him.
“What up, ma?” He looked her up and down.
Mimi's body was on point, and he felt his manhood jump in excitement, but he had to check himself. This was one of his sister's peoples. Besides, he knew Mimi's type. She was out for a quick-dick fix and he knew it. On top of that, he was almost certain that it would cost him some paper in the end, whether it was flat-out cash or an afternoon shopping spree. Mimi's type came with a price.
Now, Maury definitely felt that Mimi was worth fucking, but he could see straight through her. She could never be wifey. Like any man, he'd keep his options open, but for now, he'd have to put her on reserve.
“You tell me what's up,” Mimi said seductively. She could see that Maury's eyes were focused on her breasts. “You want to touch?” she ran her tongue across her front teeth . . . slowly.
By now, Maury's dick was rock-hard, and her offer was tempting, but he shook his head. “Nah, ma, maybe some other time.”
He tried to walk away, but Mimi pulled him back toward her and into the room.
“What you doing, ma?” he asked. His breath caught in his throat as he put his hands in the air to avoid touching her.
Mimi didn't answer, but she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts.
“What, what you doing, girl?” Maury said, attempting to push her away.
Mimi knew damn well that Maury could overpower her any day of the week. If he really wanted her to back up off of him, he'd be using much more force than he was. She put her hands on top of Maury's and began directing them to caress her. She let out a soft moan.
Eventually, Maury couldn't help himself. He began massaging Mimi's D-cups without her assistance, circling his thumbs around her stiff nipples.
“Ummm,” Mimi moaned in his ear. “I knew you wanted to touch them.” Mimi took one of Maury's hands, removed it from her breast, and put it up her shirt.
“Damn, girl,” Maury let slip out. He didn't want Mimi to know that he was that into it, but now the cat was out of the bag. Maury closed the bedroom door, lifted her shirt, and picked her up so that he could bury his head in her chest.
One by one, back and forth, forth and back, Maury plucked at Mimi's nipples with his tongue. Her nipples tasted like honey as he licked all over them, sucking them aggressively.
She reached down and felt his manhood and then pushed him against the door.
“Damn,” he whispered.
Mimi got down on her knees while unzipping Maury's jeans. She released his penis from his pants and put it in her mouth. She didn't play with it or hesitate, but deep-throated him with passion as she cupped his balls in her soft hands.
“Oh shit,” he stated as he gripped the back of her head and ground his hips into her as if he were fucking her pussy. He didn't want to fuck with Mimi like that, not now, but her seduction was irresistible as he looked down at his dick disappearing over and over again into her mouth.
Fuck what you've read, Superhead didn't have shit on Mimi, as far as Maury was concerned.
Mimi moved from his dick to his balls, pleasing him with her tongue, while she massaged her hand up and down his shaft.
Tingles shot from Maury's toes to his upper spine, and he curled his toes in delight.
Mimi had mastered the art of sucking dick a long time ago and was giving Maury her all.
Maury didn't know what it was that Mimi wanted out of all this when all was said and done, but any broad who could suck dick like a champ the way Mimi was doing deserved whatever the fuck she wanted.
“I'm about to nut, ma,” he whispered. “Put it back in your mouth,” he instructed.