Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)(153)

Roy raised his eyebrows when she suggested it, then gave a considering  nod and changed his order from a plain coffee with cream to a hot  chocolate as well.

He turned back. "You ever had sweet tea?"

"I don't think so. Nobody ever called it that, anyway."

"I'm sorry-I meant sweet-tea." He said it again, so that it sounded  almost like it was one word, just running all together. "It's the state  drink down there." He made a face and then used a mocking voice. "'You  don't drink sweet-tea? Why, what on Earth- … ' So I got into U Virginia,  and didn't look back."

She nodded, smiled at the waitress who brought the mugs of hot chocolate  over for them, and took a sip. Definitely hot, definitely chocolate.

"I'm sorry, I guess I should have asked. What did you study?"

"Oh, this and that." An avoidance. She hadn't read him wrong on the way  up the mountain. Whatever he did for work, he sure as hell didn't want  to talk about it.

"Were you good at this and that?"

"Graduated top of my class."

"And you still had time to get into the gym?" Jamelia pinched her lips to keep them twisting into a grin.

"Well, thank you for noticing, at least. Everyone I know is, aw, I  dunno. Twice this big. Half of them, anyway. I'm the little guy."

"I know how you feel. I'm living in L.A. and it seems like any time you  want to go to the beach, you see these guys with chests larger than  mine."

"Oh, I'm sure you do alright for yourself." He smiled. "Don't be so hard on yourself."

"I'm not," she growled, her mind now stuck on the differences between  them. Here she was, looking nothing like the ideal bimbo bodies who the  gorillas usually had on their arms. And there he was, looking like he'd  been the star quarterback in high school, and then in college, and then  stayed in that shape ever since.

"Well-don't take this the wrong way, but I think you look great."

She wanted to tell him that he was either wrong or lying. She knew all  about this act, since she heard it about once a month whenever someone  thought they could get out of an interrogation by buttering her up.

But Roy wasn't a suspect, and he seemed for all the world like a nice  enough guy. She needed to stop thinking about work, but it seemed as if  it was the only way she could think about much of anything.

The waitress came around asking if they needed a refill, and Roy told  her that they just needed a check. Jamelia pushed herself up, ostensibly  to go to the bathroom, with every intention of catching the waitress  and paying for the whole thing herself.

She took a step away, and Roy called after her to put it all on his room  bill, after all. The dirty rotten scoundrel had beaten her at her own  game! Jamelia couldn't help noticing that his room was on her floor. In  fact, more than that, he was only a few doors down. The idea that he had  been there, maybe grabbing a shower to warm up after the tumble he took  on the mountain …  only a few short and easy doors down …          

     



 

Jamelia blushed. No. Down, girl.

She let her frustration play out in exaggerated strokes across her face as she sat back down.

"I knew it," Roy said, another smile twisting across his face. "You were  planning on trying to take my win away from me, after all."

"And then you had to go and rain on my parade."

"How about I let you treat me if you can beat me tomorrow?"

Jamelia let a triumphant smile show. "Oh, sure. But this time, we'll be taking the big boy slopes."

Roy returned her smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way."





Four



She didn't like thinking this way. It wasn't love, but she sure didn't  like whatever it was. Whatever she was feeling, it was going straight to  her head. More worryingly, it was going other places, as well. Places  that didn't usually get too excited when she saw a moderately attractive  guy.

None of this was normal, but then again, maybe it was that she wasn't  going to see him again after she went back to L.A. on Monday. She wasn't  opposed to it, per se, but he was in Virginia, she was in California.  They couldn't get further apart without having planned it.

She opened the blinds. Still dark, but not too dark to see the heavy  snow pouring down. Not enough to see the four solid inches that had  accumulated just on the windowsill.

So much for beating Roy down the mountain. She put on another sweater.  She had more than one, after all. The chances were slim that he'd see  her, slimmer still that he would judge her for wearing the same sweater  twice. Most people didn't rise at five in the morning, after all. And  sweaters were re-wearable.

Neither of those things, though, helped her not to worry about it. In  fact, they didn't even help a little bit. Jamelia put her wallet into  the pocket of her leggings again. She was looking more and more like she  wore pajamas all the time every day. The vacation had been interesting  so far, and she still had four more days to go before she had to get  back on a plane, but she couldn't afford another one. By the time she  came back from a second trip, if she sat down on the curb a minute,  people would start dropping change in her lap.

She pulled the door open and stepped into the hall, turning to check  that the door was pulled shut. She was already moving before she turned  her head back, and that was how she managed to bump hard into Roy. The  liquid covering him looked damn hot, and he certainly reacted that way.

"Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry. Shit. Um." She fished the key to her room out of  her wallet and opened the door. "Come on. We'll get you cleaned up."

She helped him up from the ground, bending down past him to pick up the now-crumpled paper cup that had been full of hot coffee.

"Hop in the shower, I'll …  um …  I can go grab some clothes from your room if you want."

"I'll be fine," he said, already closing the shower curtain up, still  fully-clothed. A moment later, a shirt came popping up over the rail,  and then sweatpants, and by that point Jamelia decided it was better  that she left. She called from outside the bathroom. "Jeez, I'm so  sorry. I didn't see you, and-"

"I'm fine, Jamelia. Don't worry about it. I assume you've seen the alert."

She hadn't. "Alert?"

"Blizzard advisory. They're closing down the mountain until it clears  up. Could be done tonight, or it could be days. No way to be sure."

"That's a let-down," she said, as much to herself as to him.

"I know you were looking forward to getting spanked out there, but it'll be okay."

She heard the water turn off, heard the curtain going. She imagined what  it must have looked like, and then a moment she had most of her  question answered when the door opened inches to her right, followed by a  brief puff of steam.

"Are you okay? No burns or anything? We can get a medic if-"

She turned to look at him while she talked, and only then did she notice  that he wasn't wearing anything but a towel held up by his left hand.  She had to take back her earlier assessment. He didn't look natural at  all.

Roy looked like he could have been carved out of marble, if Michelangelo  had needed a model. He smiled at her. "I'll just borrow this, and then  I'll have to go replace my coffee."

"I needed a cup, myself," Jamelia confessed.

"You want me to spill it on you, so we're even?"

"You just want to catch me coming out of the shower," Jamelia teased.

She was treading on dangerous territory, now. She might have seemed  playful to him, and that was exactly how she meant to sound, but part of  her absolutely wanted to get caught coming out of the shower, if he was  going to feel one tenth as aroused by her as she was of him.

"I mean, if you're offering, I could just step outside a minute, I'm sure the water is still hot."

She hadn't realized she was getting closer to him, nor him closer to  her, until she could feel the hot droplets of water still hanging to his  skin starting to sink into her sweater as they stood, her chest pressed  against him.

His free hand tested the shape of her cheek, and then she reached up for  his lips and they kissed, and Jamelia knew that she was already gone,  even if it was only for a little vacation fling.

His other hand wrapped around, taking a grip of her bottom. If she  didn't have much pride in her chest, it only made her feel better about  the way that men looked at her ass. She liked the feeling of his fingers  digging in, and she liked the way that taking the grip brought  something out in him, something that made him take the kiss deeper.

"Do you have protection?" He breathed.

"I'm safe," she said. She'd been on B.C. since before she moved to  California to help deal with the cramps, and now it seemed like she was  the lucky one.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

She pulled away from him for a moment. She could see the hunger in her eyes, but he had asked for this.

"I'm on birth control, I'm clean, I don't-" She blinked, the next part  making her stumble a little bit in her quest to get him into bed. "I  don't usually do this?"