Uncomplicated(30)

I shoved him back and threw a towel on the floor. I was sick of his  shit. He caused more problems for Jennifer and me than I ever thought  would be possible. But this time, it was all me. I let out a sigh and  thought of the best way to fix this.         

     



 

Once reaching our bedroom door, I heard sniffling and drawers banging  shut. Knocking lightly, I took a breath, used my key and opened the  door.

"My love..." My eyes widened when I saw her throwing clothes into a large red duffle bag. "What the hell?"

She wiped under her eyes and stood with her arms under her chest. "How  long have you been cheating on me? Or has it been all this time?" She  shook her head. "I should have known."

I really had no idea what she was talking about. "Let me explain. What did the text say?"

She rolled her eyes. "Does a Shay mean anything to you?"

Shay? Oh, God. A bubble of laughter escaped my lips. I couldn't control it. Shit, I think she is going to kill me.

Jennifer raised an eyebrow before her face morphed into a mask of rage. "Why are you laughing at me?"

"I..." My ribs hurt and I took deep breaths before closing the distance  between us. "Jennifer, I am not and have never cheated on you." I wanted  to reach out and touch her, but the cold look in her beautiful blue  eyes held me back. For the moment at least.

"Then who is she?"

I smiled. "Shay is not who you think she is."

"Stop being so God damn cryptic and tell me, Mathis, or I swear I'm leav-"

"Shay's a man."

Her eyes widened. "Excuse me? Are you gay?"

I laughed. "Really?"

Her cheeks reddened. "Well...I don't...I'm so fucking confused, it wouldn't surprise me anymore."

I frowned, my body humming. "Love, just for that, I will show you later how much I am not gay," I growled.

She swallowed. "Then who is she...um...he?"

"Shay is a drag queen. She had an abusive boyfriend and I got her out  and put up in a shelter. Gave her some cash until she could get back on  her feet," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How did you meet her?"

I smiled at the fact she called him a her. Most people didn't. I may not  agree with it or be into that sort of thing, but I never judged. To  each their own. "I frequented a club here that was called Deep. Met this  woman in the hall that was being harassed by her boyfriend. I grabbed  Dean, we roughed him up a bit and now..." This was my favorite part of  the fucking story. I grinned. "The club's called Shay."

"She owns the club?" Jennifer asked surprised.

I nodded. "Shay Starlight by night, Robert Renson by day." I reached for  Jennifer's hand and was thankful when she took it. Pulling her into my  lap, I ran a hand down her back. "I should have told you about her. So I  am sorry that I didn't. It's been awhile since I've been here and even  longer since I've seen her seen her, but we've never slept together. As  kinky as I am, men don't do it for me even if they look like a woman."

Jennifer sighed.

"You can call her if you don't believe me. She will probably tell you how much of an ass I am for not going to visit her."

"Your story better fucking be true, Mathis, or else little Mathis," she  grabbed my dick through my pants, "will not be coming out to play.  Ever." She squeezed.

I grunted, shifting under her hand. My heart jumped. Here's hoping Shay  didn't side with Jennifer just to get back at me for not visiting her  right when I got to Vegas.

Shit.





Jennifer



My husband and a drag queen BFF? Come on. I mean, I understood he was a  worldly man and there could have been a million explanations to that  text. But a drag queen?

I pulled out my phone and handed it to Mathis.

"Get her on the line. Now." I walked over to the dresser and grabbed a  tissue to fix the makeup that had now run down my cheeks. God, I hated  crying with makeup on. I couldn't even remember the last time I had a  good cry. Damn this man and the fact that he had a past with the  opposite sex that probably rivaled mine. I really met my match.

"Shayyyyyyy. Long time no talk!" Mathis sang into my cell phone. "No, my  wife smashed my phone into a million pieces, so I am calling you from  hers." He choked out a laugh with that statement. "Hmm, yeah." He paused  and I could hear the high pitched shrill from the other end of the  phone. "She wants to talk to you. That is why I called."

He held the phone out in my direction and I wondered if I even wanted to  go through with this. Shit. He pushed the phone in my direction again.

"Hello?" I raised the phone to my ear and waited.

"Giirrrrllllllll! You tamed the untamable! I have got to meet you!" Shay shrieked into the other end of the line. Yikes!         

     



 

"So, I am guessing you weren't texting my husband because you wanted to  have your way with him, huh?" I wanted to laugh at myself. Damn it! I  couldn't believe I overreacted. I felt like a giant asshole!

"Oh, honey. I've been tryin' for years. He don't want none of this chocolate lovin'."

I had to choke back a laugh. Maybe I should screw with him over this, because this was just enough material for a lifetime.

"I think we need to have lunch." Ha!

I should have never questioned Mathis.







"Baby?" I cooed, lying spread across our spacious king size bed.

His eyes scanned my half naked body and he licked his lips.

"Yes, love."

"Come fuck me. I've been a bad girl." I climbed down the bed on my hands  and knees, stopping at the edge. "You've been so gentle, baby. I need a  good hard fuck. Pppppleeeeaaassssse." I couldn't help but beg him. He  had been so gentle. Careful not to hurt me or hurt the baby. Well,  fucking newsflash! The baby was the size of a damn peanut and I had a  fucking itch deep inside my pussy that needed to be scratched!

"You sure, Jenny?" His voice sent a shiver down my body.

I wanted him that damn bad. I reached for his belt and start pulling. My  fingers couldn't work fast enough and I felt him tugging at my panties.  The thin lace ripped from my body and I couldn't help but laugh.  Another one bit the dust. And he wondered why I was buying lingerie like  it was a sport?

His hands pushed me down on the bed and my excitement soared. If my  panties were still on, they would have been soaked. I was horny as hell  and I just needed to feel him inside me. I pushed my ass up in the air  and back toward his hard cock.

"Fuck me, Mathis! Damn it. Fuck me alr-" Before I could finish begging  him, his dick plunged deep inside me and I screamed out in pleasure.  Damn, that felt good.

"God, baby. So tight..." he moaned in my ear as his thumbs bit into my  hips and his speed picked up. His balls slapped against my bare cunt and  I worked my hand over my clit, climbing toward my much needed orgasm.

"Oh, baby, right there...right there, Mathis." His cock pressed against  my G-spot and I felt my release begin. My screams echoed through the  bedroom and Mathis joined me.

"Shit, baby." Mathis kissed up my back as he emptied his orgasm deep  inside my body. This was exactly what I needed. His arms wrapped around  me and we both collapsed on the bed. We showered each other in make-up  kisses, holding tight onto each other.

Then the bedroom door creaked open.

My head whipped to the side and I caught a view of Jude standing there. Soaking wet, and holding his head.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I screamed as I tried to cover myself.

Mathis laughed and pulled the blanket across our entwined bodies.

"Calm your tits, Jenny, it's nothing I haven't seen or done before. I  got fucking lost. This place too damn huge." And he stumbled out of our  bedroom.

"I'm gonna kill you. I had no idea he was in there!"

A sly smile spread across his face. Mathis knew Jude was in the bathroom  and it was just another way for him to shove his possession of me right  in his face.

"Hey, Jude! Remember what I told you about being a man!" Mathis yelled and Jude slammed the door.

What the hell just happened?





Chapter Thirty-Two

Changes

Mathis





"I don't know why, but I'm fucking nervous as shit," Jennifer said, her knee bouncing rapidly.

I chuckled. "In your line of work, and you've never met a drag queen before?"

She looked up at me and scowled. "In my line of work, my clients prefer women without dicks."

I shook my head and laughed before leaning over to kiss her forehead.  "Shay is one of the best people I know. I have to warn you, though,  she's very honest."

Jennifer shrugged. "‘Bout fucking time. I'm sick of people hiding their true feelings."

Can't say I didn't agree with that. It had been a year since I'd seen  Shay. After my wife's freak out about my so called cheating, we made  plans to meet up with Shay at Club Maroon.

The warm weather we'd been having made it so Jennifer wore a white  summer dress with red polka dots. Knowing she wasn't wearing any  panties, because she had said it would be too hot, was very distracting.  God, I loved Vegas.