Loose Ends Part 2

"Yeah, you look good; you look well taken care of," Brice said as he stared at me.

"Same to you, man."

Still standing, we stood man-to-man for a few more minutes with those grins on our faces.

"Man, this is harder than I thought it would be. It's good to see you. I mean that, and I have so much explaining to do." We took a seat at the bar.

"Well, I have all the time you need. You know how we used to close the bar out," I reminded him with a genuine smile. The bar-tender came over, we paused in conversation, and Brice ordered a beer as well.

"Christian, first of all, I'm sorry. Forgive me. I had problems back then that I've tried hard to resolve."

That was how our meeting began. It was a bit awkward for the first few minutes, but after we sat down and actually started talking, things felt natural. I felt like I had been reunited with a long-lost relative. We didn't talk too long about any deep issues; we kept everything casual, reminiscing about the good old days.

Brice hadn't changed much since our military years together. If anything, he was more buff and toned and as arrogant as ever. Brice looked happy and at peace with himself. He showed me a photo of his new wife, Kree, and, as expected, she was beautiful, with long, thick, shoulder-length hair, high cheekbones and deep, penetrating eyes. There was a familiarity about her. Kree was definitely a looker. He always did know how to pick women.

I showed him a recent photo of Mia and Lyric, the one with them dressed all in white, and he got a distant look in his eyes that soon pa.s.sed as our conversation changed to catching up on old friends and acquaintances. By now we had moved our conversation and drinks to a table near the wall.

The conversation was lively, the drinks ever flowing, and the evening pa.s.sed quickly. Before I knew it, we were shaking hands and saying good night. Brice gave me his address and phone number again and we made plans to meet soon.

Brice.

As I made my way home from MVP's about a week ago, my ringing cell phone pulled me out of my reverie.

"Yeah?"

"Baby, are you on your way home?" Kree asked in a slightly annoying, babylike voice. "I miss you."

"I know you didn't call to check up on me," I said, irritated.

"Brice, don't start getting mad. I wanted to know how the meeting went."

"Can you at least wait until I walk through the door?" Lately Kree has been getting on my last nerve. She's always asking me these d.a.m.n questions about Mia. How did she look, what were the details of the breakup, how was Mia in bed? It was like she was trying to compete!

"Well, I'm waiting up for you . . . in bed. I've got a surprise for you."

"Okay, I'll see you in ten minutes," I said in a distracted voice before hanging up.

My thoughts immediately went back to Mia. When Christian showed me that photo of her, I had to catch my breath. She was breathtaking; five years had only enhanced her beauty. It took me a few moments, which Christian missed, to compose myself as I conjured up images of him s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g her. Mia wasn't a virgin when I married her, but she hadn't been with too many men, so I taught her quite a few things in the bedroom.

I missed that about her; she totally gave her body to me with no inhibitions. Her p.u.s.s.y craved my d.i.c.k. I couldn't picture her-didn't want to picture her-s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g some other brotha. Especially if that other brotha was Christian.

Within minutes I was parking my white Volvo and walking up the flight of steps to my condo we were leasing. When I inserted my key and opened the front door, I noticed a glow illuminating the hallway. I didn't even investigate; I just sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV out of habit, lost in my own thoughts and images of the past.

Kree interrupted my thoughts. "Brice, what's taking you so long? Come on back!"

I got up. As I walked slowly down the hallway, my mind was still a million miles away.

"Baby?"

When I entered our bedroom and looked up, Kree was lying on our bed spread-eagled on a canopy of roses with candles, tons of candles, every shape and shade of red you could imagine, lit throughout the room. There wasn't a s.p.a.ce void of candles. Kree had this look of "come f.u.c.k me" on her face, and for once in our marriage, I wasn't interested.

"Kree, I'm tired, baby. Thanks for all the trouble you went through, but you're going to have to take a rain check." I sat on the edge of our king-size bed and began to undress. I slowly pulled off my shoes and trousers, and started to unb.u.t.ton my s.h.i.+rt with my back to her. However, I could feel her intense glare.

"Give me a minute and I'll help you blow out all the candles," I offered without moving an inch.

Kree came up behind me and wrapped her slender arms around my neck, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s caressing my back. Kree was blessed in that department. She knew that was my weakness.

"Kree, stop, I'm tired," I said forcefully as I unwrapped her arms from around my neck.

Kree was taken aback, but only for a few moments before she wrapped her arms around my neck once again and whispered, "Oh, you go and see your old friend-who, by the way, is married to your ex-wife-and suddenly now you don't want me?"

"It's not like that, Kree; I'm just tired. I'll give you some in the morning. You can sit up and b.i.t.c.h and moan, but I'm going to bed." I finished undressing down to my underwear and pulled back the navy satin sheet.

Kree finally made it back to bed after blowing out the candles. She wasn't trying to hide her obvious annoyance. She slid her body over against mine; there wasn't an inch of s.p.a.ce left between us. I could feel her silky nakedness. Normally it would have had me hard as a brick, but tonight it irritated the h.e.l.l out of me.

"Baby, how did it go?"

"Fine."

"Are we meeting Christian's family?"

"I don't know yet."

"Why not, baby?"

"What is this, twenty d.a.m.n questions? Get some sleep, Kree; I'll talk to you in the morning," I said with anger in my voice.

Kree knew when to shut the f.u.c.k up, but she still insisted on invading my s.p.a.ce.

Staring into s.p.a.ce, I lay there with my back to her as she continued to wrap her long legs around my waist. Finally I could take no more.

I turned around, grabbed her and straddled her before she knew what hit her.

"You want some d.i.c.k, Kree? Is that what you want? Okay, I'm going to give you some." I began to kiss her roughly on her lips.

Kree instantly started protesting. So I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her back down.

"Come on, now, open your legs wide for Daddy. I'm going to give you what you want."

Kree was kicking and screaming, trying her best to get me off her as my fingers found her spot while my teeth bit her neck. I admit I was relentless. The more she fought me, the more excited I became.

"Leave me alone, Brice. Stop! You b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

I had her pinned down on the bed with my full weight on her. One hand held her arms above her head as I stroked and touched her wherever I pleased.

"Do you like that? Yeah, you like that. I know you do. Come on, come on now, open wider, baby."

I pushed her legs open even farther with my knees and kept right on stroking. When she started to cry, I flipped her over on her stomach so I wouldn't have to see her face, held her head down with my hand and entered her from behind in a savage fury. I pumped and pumped in and out until I was exhausted. Then I pulled out, released her slowly, rolled over and was out a few minutes after my head hit the pillow.

Kree.

I believe that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.-Author Unknown.

I lovingly admired, rearranged and smelled the bouquet of red roses that had arrived earlier that morning courtesy of the local florist's shop. The attached note, from Brice, simply read: I was wrong; please forgive me! After what happened a week earlier, I had been giving Brice the cold shoulder. All I had wanted that night was to make love to my husband and share in celebrating his reunion with Christian. I really wasn't mad any longer, but I was curious to see how far he would go to romance me and place himself back in my good graces. The ring of the phone brought me out of my daydreaming.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"Hey, baby. Did you receive your surprise yet? I know how much you love roses," Brice said in his humblest voice.

"Yeah, they arrived about an hour ago," I answered, uninterested.

"Well . . ."

"Well, what?"

"Do you like them? You know, Kree, you aren't making this easy," Brice said in an exasperated manner. "I've been trying for over a week to apologize for that night. I don't know what else to say or do. I've admitted I had a lot on my mind, what with the business plans, the loan, our move . . . There is just a lot going on, baby."

"I know that, and believe me, I'm on your side. I love you, baby. I'd do anything for you."

"Well, you aren't acting like you love me. You could have fooled me."

"Brice, you shouldn't have treated me like some wh.o.r.e from the street. Sometimes I see this side of you that I don't like and it scares me."

"Again, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. I love you, baby, and it won't happen again. Do you forgive me? Come on, say you forgive me."

After a long pause, I finally gave in. "Yes, Brice, you are still my man . . . and I forgive you."

After hanging up the phone with instructions from Brice to have his dinner ready, I wondered if I should have made him suffer for another few days. I knew my husband, and he couldn't go too long without s.e.x. Since I hadn't let him touch me since that night, I knew he was majorly h.o.r.n.y.

As I prepared a chicken-and-shrimp stir-fry, fixed a light Caesar salad, and took out some French bread to toast, I thought about what I had told Brice earlier. I meant every word. I loved him so much and would do almost anything for him. Brice was my everything.

That first night I saw him, something inside of me just opened up and I knew he was the one. I know that sounds super corny, but I did-I knew he was the one. We talked all night about everything and nothing at all. I felt like I had known him all my life. The age difference meant nothing; it was just a number. However, sometimes I see a hint of his bad temper that he tries hard to hide. He's possessive and somewhat controlling, but he's a strong man, and I know that he loves me.

Later that evening, much to my surprise, Brice arrived home with yet another present. I was shocked. I thought the roses were the finale.

He took off his jacket, tossed it on the love seat, and gently pulled me onto his lap with a kiss. I asked, "What's this?" as I shook the box wrapped in beautiful red-and-gold gift paper with a big red bow.

With a mischievous grin, he said, "Open it. Here, let me help you."

"No, I can do it myself," I said, playfully slapping his hands away.

I purposely took my time opening the package and repositioned myself on his lap. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. Brice is well-endowed and has been truly blessed in that department. And the man knows how to use his equipment.

Finally, I opened the package and pulled out a s.e.xy, see-through, flaming-red negligee with matching silk panties, which were just as skimpy. The attached tag read, Frederick's of Hollywood.

"Try it on. Model for me," Brice said in a deep, s.e.xy tone with a sultry look in his eyes.

Yeah, he wanted some. I got up to go into the bedroom.

"No, try it on in here." He pulled me back between his open legs, gently rubbing and slapping my b.u.t.t through the fabric of my dress.

I pulled away and debated whether I should give him his wish or not.

"Undress for your man, baby. Let me see my stuff," he whispered.

Slowly and seductively, I unfastened the tiny b.u.t.tons down the front of my full-skirted black dress. Brice's eyes never left me.

"That's right, take your time. Give me a show."

I stepped out of my dress, lightly licked my lips and stood in front of Brice in my lacy black bra-and-panty set, my legs slightly parted.

"Go on; take it off. Take it all off. Show me my stuff."

Brice loves for me to play this strip-tease game with him. He says it turned him on big-time to reveal my body to him, little by little.

After unclipping the front hook, I slid my right bra strap off my shoulder, then my left bra strap. I held the bra in place with my hands. Just as I dropped them, I turned my back to Brice. Bending down, with one swift movement I was out of my thong. I turned back around to see Brice's reaction. He didn't disappoint. He always made me feel like a woman. The l.u.s.t in his eyes, the way his gaze traveled over my body from head to toe, I knew I was desired. Very desired.

Brice approached me and had my nipple in his mouth before I could object. A small moan escaped my lips when I felt his finger inside me.

It took a lot, but I pushed him back. "Remember, I'm modeling for you."

"Come here, Kree, I want some p.u.s.s.y." He palmed my b.u.t.t cheeks and rubbed. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants.

"Poor baby."

"Oh, poor baby, my a.s.s. You know you want to ride this." He held his organ in his hand and stroked up and down.

I pushed him back again and slipped into the red negligee. It was the perfect fit, what little there was, and it complemented my body. It showed everything I had to offer. By now Brice was looking like he was going to explode.

"Kree, are you going to tease me all night?"

"I'd never do that, baby," I purred in a naughty voice. "I'm going to give you some just like you like it."