Love Like This(3)

"Ohh baby, I'm coming," he warned.

"Not yet," she begged.

"Oh shit."

"Not yet."

"Arrrrrrrrgh."

"Damn!"

He collapsed on top of her, his body shaking as if he were having a conniption, and then relaxing. "I'm sorry baby," he said, panting into her neck. "I'll hold out longer next time. You just so good to my dick, I can't help it."

She cursed again. "You said that shit last time, Marv." Angrily, she pushed him off of her and put her clothes back on. "Where is she?"

He sluggishly put his clothes on, too. "Nanna's sleeping."

Lynne smacked him on the back of the head. "I'm not talking about the old bat, you idiot. I know Nanna sleeps all day. I want to know about the brat."

"When you called and said you'd be here in five, I sent her to the Laundromat like usual. You said you didn't want her around when you're here."

"I know what I said," she snorted, combing her thousand-dollar weaved, waist-length light brown hair. "I talked to the doctor and he said Nanna's not going to make it past the New Year without a transplant. But he didn’t think he could push her up on the list anymore than what he had already done. In any case, I talked to the lawyer and she hasn't changed her will either. Me and you still get everything and we can push the brat out the way easily once the old bat is out the picture." She lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. "Did you stop the aspirins?"

"It's pretty hard when the kid is around. She takes care of the old lady out of habit. It's like if Nanna's sick, she don't function well and until Nanna's out the way, we need her for the business. The better the books look to the investors, the higher we can sell. The kid keeps everything running smoothly."

Lynne poked him in the chest with her hundred-dollar manicured nails. "You'll just tell her to concentrate on keeping the business running while you take away those pills. Those are about the only thing keeping that bitch's blood from clotting. If we can get one more stroke by the end of the year, we can have a nice New Year's Day funeral."

"What about your husband?"

"What about him? He has no clue about anything, and I do mean anything." She put the cigarette out and took out her organizer. "He's got a big meeting downtown and he won't be back to the Hills until a week from now. But who cares. I got people to see and places to go."

"You gonna tell me that rich cracker gives you all that shit and money, then don't give a shit what you do?"

"I got him wrapped around my finger, lover. Just like I got you." With that, she gave him a very generous tongue bathing with her mouth to his. It was disgusting to watch, but Ethan watched anyway, interested in how the lovers interacted. The man was clearly pussy whipped with Lynne, just like his brother and the other men she slept with. He was glad that he had awakened to smell the bullshit Lynne dealt out, and it didn't smell pretty at all.

"You want some more?" he asked amazed.

She went over to her purse to fix her lipstick. "Later, I got to spend some of my husband's money. Then I'll be back later to say hello to the old bat."

Ethan ducked when he saw her coming to the window.

"When you come back baby, I'll be already for you," Marvin promised, following her to the window.

Ethan pressed his large body against the house, praying she didn't look down as she opened the window to air out the smoke and the smell of sex. He didn't move until he heard their footsteps move away from the window. Then he ran to the back and leaped over the fence. His long thick legs carried him down the alley in a hurry.

He was so intent on getting back to the car that he didn't see the person coming up the alley to duck into it. They bumped so hard into each other; Ethan fell back hard on his butt. When he was able to gain his balance and stand up, he looked around to where the other body had fallen. It was a female he bumped and when he looked down at her, he gasped, not believing he was looking into a younger more beautiful version of Lynne.

She scrambled up and took his hand, pulling him to the side of the garage belonging to the first house on her corner. A car was coming toward them, but before he could look to see if it was Lynne, the girl was pulling his face down so he could kiss her.

The feel of her lips against his was a rush to his system. The thrill of her sweet innocent taste on the tip of his tongue made him forget where he was and the cold biting at his ears. Her fingers moved up his nape and wrapped in his hair as she deepened the kiss, parting her lips, inviting his own tongue in to taste her. The soft moan escaped her throat as he pressed closer against her receptive body, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. She teasingly licked at the corners of his mouth, creating a totally new sensation for him, taunting his manhood to come alive.