“Then who is singing like that?”
I asked him if he was in the man cave, and he said he was. I then called him on my smart TV. When his face popped up, I swiveled the TV toward the kitchen, so he could see Maxine in her finest. She wore a form-fitting tank top and short shorts. She just walked from the kitchen into the dining room, dancing.
I looked at my brother, and he wore the same expression I did when I first saw her performing. She had her headphones on, but she also had music coming through the iPod docking station. She saw me smiling at her, and she smiled back but kept dancing. It was obvious she didn’t pay attention to what was on my screen.
I believe she was dancing and singing to XO, one of Beyoncé’s new songs. When the song was over, my brother clapped, and she jumped when she realized I wasn’t the one clapping.
She threw a round wooden napkin holder at me, “You son of a… Why didn’t you tell me he was on there?”
My brother and I laughed at her embarrassment.
I said, while holding my gut, “I thought you saw him. I mean, baby, it’s obvious. You looked right at him.”
She wrinkled up her nose, and I couldn’t help it. I walked up to her and put my arms around her, resting my hands on her shapely ass.
“I’m sorry, baby. Do you forgive me?” I said softly, trying to have an innocent look on my face. “Or, if you like, you can punish me later; tie me up and have your way with me.”
She smiled, which made my heart melt.
She looked at me as if she was thinking it over and said, “Well, maybe I’ll do that, if you’re good.”
“Oh yeah? What if I don’t want to be good?” I asked her, as I pressed my lips against her neck.
“Oh for fuck sake, are you kidding me?”
I heard my brother’s voice behind me, and I started laughing. I looked in her eyes and saw the heat radiating from them. How can a woman control my body or emotions like this? I feel like a fucking pussy sometimes, like I need my manhood card snatched from my grasp. But then again, I sometimes wish somebody would. I took her hand and kissed her nose.
I said softly, “Later baby.”
And wouldn’t you know it? She whimpered.
“Marcus, I would like you to meet Allura. Allura, this is my annoying-ass brother, Marcus. No resemblance at all, right?”
She rolled her eyes at me and gave him that sexy-ass grin I love so much.
“Hello, Marcus. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Marc looked surprised, no doubt because I called her Allura when I’ve been telling him about a woman named Maxine all this time. But he quickly recovered and gave her his most cover-page GQ smile.
“Allura, it’s nice to meet you as well. And your name; it’s beautiful. French, right?”
She nodded. If it was possible, her smile became more radiant. “Yes, it means the power of attraction.”
“Well, hell. I think your parents hit that name on the bull’s-eye,” Marc replied, appreciating my girlfriend a little too much.
Yes, that’s right. I said it; I said ‘girlfriend.’
“Stop eye-fucking my girlfriend, bro.”
Maxine smacked me and blushed. My brother, however, wasn’t fazed.
“Really? Isn’t that what you do to Marie every chance you get? Yeah, payback is a bitch.” He started laughing, and so did I.
Maxine just shook her head and plopped down on the couch.
“Unfreaking believable. You two are alike in every way.”
My desire to rip her clothes off suddenly came over me. I said to my brother, not taking my eyes off Maxine, “Well, I’m about to hang up on you and fuck the shit out of my woman, something that Marie told me you’ve been lacking.”
“Fuck you. You’re a fucking liar. I’ll go and get her right now and prove it.”
“You know, she’ll just lie for you,” I responded.
But at the same time, he yelled for his wife. I looked at Max, and she shook her head.
“Come on, Marc. I don’t want to see you have sex just to prove a point.”
I feigned disgust.
“Really, little brother, you don’t remember that time…”
I grabbed the remote quickly. “Bye, asshole,” and hung up on him as he started laughing.
I stared at the screen and mumbled, “Jackass” then pushed the television back against the wall. When I turned around, Maxine stared at me. “What?”
She smiled and shook her head, “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
“You think that shit was funny don’t you. I’ll give you something to laugh at.”
She squealed and ran upstairs as I lunged after her. Twenty minutes later I was balls deep in the woman that has my soul and heart wrapped up in a pretty bow. I am so fucked. After our sex fest, I was lying in between her legs as she had her back to the headboard. I was placing feather-light kisses along her stomach as my arms rested along her hips.