You're the One I Want (3 page)

Deanthony pulled his dick out of the dirty jumpsuit. My jaw dropped at the sight of his dick size, seeing that he and Kashawn
weren't identical in the places where it mattered. When it came down to sucking dick, I was a pro. As soon as I threw my lips to his appendage, he found out just how good.

“Fuck yeah, that's right, no hands.”

When I felt his hand at the back of my head, I pushed it away. I paid too much for my hair and he wasn't a man worthy of putting his grimy fingers through my locks. I made Deanthony nut all over his carpet. He wanted me to swallow, but I wasn't down with that bullshit. I wish I could say that that was the first and only night we messed around.

It quickly became a once-a-week thing, meeting at the El Camino Motel on Woodville Highway, parking our cars across the street at some old abandoned junkyard so no one would spot them. I wasn't taking any chances of getting caught or seen, always wearing a black trench, shades, and a black cap. I eventually let Deanthony fuck me with that burrito-thick dick of his, being that he was literally begging for my goody. I thought this man was going to rip a bitch in two the first time I let him smash. I liked that Kashawn was nothing like Deanthony. The affair ended about as quickly as it began when my deception caught up with me. We met up every other Thursday night, 6 p.m. as usual. We were ass-naked, about to do the do, when we heard a knock at the door.

“Chill. It's just room service with the champagne.”

When Deanthony answered the door, it wasn't some college student wearing a dorky uniform with a tray of chilled champagne.

Yvonne, his busybody of a cousin, took one look at me and said, “Once a ho, always a ho. And you—how could you do this to your brother?”

Yvonne hauled off, Deanthony tailing behind her, begging her not to tell Kashawn about what she saw. I, on the other hand, set a world record in the time it took me to get dressed and get out
of there. Now whenever I pass by that hotel, I think about the worst night of my life.

•  •  •

As soon as I got off the phone with Deanthony, Kashawn called. I started not to answer, but there had been enough phone tag that night.

“I'm stuck on the side of the road out here on Lake Jackson with a damn flat from that tire I pleaded with you to change.”

“I'll come and get you.”

“Forget it. Deanthony's on his way. He should be here in five minutes.”

“Well, thank him for me when he gets there.”

“All right, I'll see you when you get home.”

If I ever get home.

Two minutes after I'd ended the call with Kashawn, Deanthony pulled up behind me. I was officially pissed off with Kashawn. I wanted to break my leopard-print red bottoms off in his ass when I got home. The rain had finally eased up. I rolled down the window when Deanthony approached.

“Yeah, I see where it's flat right here in the front.”

Deanthony looked so good, it was enough to make a bitch say
daaaaaaayuuum!
I hadn't seen too much of him since that night at the motel.

“So can you change it off?” I asked as rain water peppered my face.

“If you have a spare, yeah.”

“I think so. There should be one under the car.”

“Let me check.”

“Are you going to be able to change it with me sitting in here?” I yelled.

“I'm not going to be able to change it at all, Bree. There's no spare.”

“What? It should be a spare back there.”

“It's not under the car where it should be.”

It was then that I remembered Kashawn taking the spare a few days earlier. “Kashawn took the damn tire from under there, but he didn't put it back. I'm going to kill your brother when I get home.”

“I'll take you and the SUV back to the house.”

I was getting soaked. My $300 weave was spent. “Okay, hold on. Let me grab an umbrella.”

Deanthony opened the car door, took my hand, and helped me to the tow truck.

My pumps were being done in by all the mud. “Kashawn's butt is grass when I get to the house.”

The passenger-side door of the truck squeaked when Deanthony opened it. It looked nasty and I was scared to get in the rust bucket on wheels. I slid in, praying that I wouldn't slip and break my ass while trying to climb in the contraption. The truck reeked of motor oil and buffalo wing sauce, a scent strengthened from the Styrofoam that sat propped on top of the drink coaster. I held a finger under my nose to drown out the smell. I couldn't stand the smell of buffalo wing sauce, not since that time I puked them up one drunken night at The Varsity with Tangela.

I tilted the visor down to take a look at the damage that had been done. My makeup was runny and my weave was frizzed. Deanthony started laughing. “What's so funny?”

“You. You look like a wet cat.”

“That's cute. You know, with the crazy night I've had, I'm glad I could amuse you.”

“My bad, but I've just never seen you look—”

“Look like what? A hot mess?”

Deanthony sat chuckling with his hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep from laughing.

“So are you going to take me home or sit here laughing at me?”

“Okay, okay. My bad. I've missed you, that's all.”

“Don't do this, Deanthony.”

“Why won't you return my phone calls?”

“You know why,” I said, smearing Passion Plum lipstick across my bottom lip.

“Yvonne isn't going to say anything. She promised.”

“You sure about that? 'Cause ever since then, she looks at me like she wants to rip my throat out every time she sees me.”

“Don't trip about my nosey cousin. I'll take care of her.”

“It's not just that. I'm married to Kashawn. I can't risk him finding out about us.”

“Let's get out of here.”

“I'm ready to go, but you keep talking my ear off.”

“I mean out of Tallahassee. I know some guys who are working in the movie business in L.A., Bree. You should come with me.”

“You didn't hear a word I just said, did you? I can't.”

“What the hell does Kashawn have that I don't?”

“It's not that, but—”

“Do you love him?”

“What?”

“Answer the question. Do you love him?”

“Yes. Yes, I love Kashawn.”

“Oh, I get it. He's the brains and the money, and I got the body and the dick size.”

“Stop it.”

As Deanthony rambled on, my cell rang. I looked at Deanthony like he was a disobedient child.

“Hey.”

“Did he get there yet?” Kashawn asked.

“Yeah, I'm on my way home now.”

“What's up, bro!” Deanthony yelled.

“Did he change the tire?”

“No, because you forgot to put the spare back under the car.”

“Damn, baby, my bad. I must have forgotten.”

“Just forget it. We'll talk about it when I get home,” I said. I hung up and stared at Deanthony.

He started up the tow truck and I was on my way. “He can never satisfy you like I can. Kashawn can't make you come seven times in a night.”

“Look, I'm not going to lie. You got some skills that surpass even the most die-hard of pussy-eating connoisseurs, but I can't do this. It's not going to happen.”

“Oh, no?” Deanthony placed his hand on my thigh and started working his hand up my dress.

“Stop.”

“You don't want me to stop.”

As he steered the truck with his left hand, he tore away at my black nylon with his right. I shivered as he sneaked a finger behind the wall of my silk, purple panties. When I felt his finger inside me, Deanthony was in full damn control. He was making my pussy purr.

“You still want me to stop?”

“Shut up and drive.”

Deanthony fucked me until I couldn't take it anymore. He eased his finger out of me and sucked it clean of my juices. I was happy to finally make it home. Kashawn came outside as Deanthony pulled in front of the house.

“Are you okay?” Kashawn asked.

“Yeah, just a little
wet
, that's all.”

“Hey, man, thanks for rescuing my girl.”

His girl? Was he serious?

“I was in the area anyway. Besides, Bree is family,” Deanthony said.

Deanthony looked at me, knowing now that I would come back, that I would have many moments of weakness.

T
he day Bree told me that she and Deanthony messed around, I wanted to drop to the floor and do the worm. And, of course, she would run to me. I'm only her best friend, the bitch she tells everything to. She called me, sounding all crazy and melodramatic as usual when she gets high-strung, saying that she needed to talk to me. I figured it was something bad the way she was going on, and I assumed it had something to do with Deanthony.

“What happened?”

“I don't want to tell you over the phone. I'm coming over.”

Bree hung the phone up before I could tell her that I had a man over. But that's Bree: selfish as hell where everything has to be about her, and fuck everybody else. I honestly was nowhere near in the mood to hear about the cluster-fuck shit storm she had gotten herself into this time, nor did I care to lend her my shoulder to cry on. I had to take a rain check on the heart-pounding, toe-curling fucking this guy I'd met at Club Rehab, Trevor, was about to put down on me. With the way my pussy was screaming for some attention, this had better be good.

I was settled in for tonight with my silk white robe on, and naked as a jaybird underneath. Trevor was none too happy when I told him that I would have to take a rain check on fucking, that my friend was in distress and on her way over. I hated having to kick a fine-ass man like him out of my bed, and with a hard-on at that.
I gave him a wet-hot French kiss as a consolation prize, so I could play fake best friend to Bree.

Honestly, I was curious to find out what all the drama was about. It took Bree all of ten minutes to get to my house. I didn't even wait for her to ring the doorbell. I opened the door and Bree walked in like she was a woman on a mission. The way she looked, I thought she was going to tell me that she had killed somebody.

“So what's going on?”

Bree started to pace my living room floor, something she always did when she was stressed about something. “Girl, I fucked up bad this time. Kashawn is never going to forgive me.”

I was tired and not in the mood. “Are you going to tell me what's up, or are you going to make me play guessing games?”

“I cheated on Kashawn.”

As soon as I heard the word
cheated
, I pepped right up. “Say again?”

“Kashawn is going to leave me.”

“Who did you have an affair with?”

Bree plopped her behind down on my chocolate leather sofa. “It was Deanthony.”

“Oh damn, seriously?”

“I don't know what to do.”

“I'll tell you what you do, girl, don't tell him.”

“I have to tell him, Tangela. He's my husband. I don't want to keep something like this away from him. I don't want him finding out from someone else.”

I was quick to correct Bree. “What if he kicks you out without a dime to your name? What then?”

“I can hear Mama Liz now: ‘I told you she was no good.' ” Bree got up and began pacing the floor again. “Tange, what the hell am I going to do?”

“Look, ma, if you want to keep your marriage together, don't
tell him shit. It was a mistake, a slip. You need to just go home to your man and forget it ever happened.”

“It's going to eat me up inside not to tell him.”

“B, don't throw away what you two have built because of some dick.” Bree looked at me, knowing good and well that I was right. I could tell that she was taking in the advice I was trying to hammer into her cheating head. Leave it to her to fuck up a good thing.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

“It was
simply
a moment of weakness.”

“I don't think I can forgive myself if Kashawn ever finds out.”

“He won't find anything out if you don't tell him.”

Bree sighed, her hand resting against her forehead. “I guess.”

“Look, girl, if you still feel torn up about it after a few weeks, come clean, but give yourself time to think about it. If I were you, I would take that shit to my grave. You know how crazy Kashawn is about you.”

“I don't want to start our marriage out with lies and keeping secrets.”

“Do you think Deanthony will say anything?”

“He promised me that he wouldn't.”

“Are you sure you can trust him? I wouldn't put shit past that man.”

“He told me he wouldn't say anything.”

Bree had just made my fucking up her marriage way too easy. The gears in my pretty head were already turning, trying to figure out how I could use this news to my benefit. I had to find out how Deanthony felt: if he actually loved Bree, or if he just wanted her for some booty. Either way, he was officially a pivotal chess piece in my plan. As I happily watched Bree stew in the pot of her own fuck-up, I relished in the fact that Christmas had come early for me that year.

I
was about to settle into some porn when I noticed a black Mustang pull in front of the house. “Fuck is that?”

I was butt-ass naked on Ma's sofa with a box of Kleenex and a bottle of cocoa butter lotion. Ma and Uncle Ray-Ray were out running errands. With the way him and Ma dragged around, I knew they wouldn't be back for hours. It was the first time I've been able to have some alone time sense I'd left Cali. I quickly took the towel I was sitting on and wrapped it around my waist. My dick was bone-hard, poking against the tent of Ma's good white towel. I peeked from behind a sliver of curtain to see who had pulled up in the driveway. It was Tangela.