Game of Chance

Chapter 23

“You’re insane!” Contessa squealed as she tried to dodge Marshall as he came crashing onto the bed.  “We are not going to have sex with Hailie in the other room.”

“Curtis is watchin’ her!”

“Shit, that’s like havin’ Hailie watch herself!  I don’t trust—”

Marshall leaned in and caught her lips in a kiss; he decreased the pressure only when he realized she wasn’t responding to him.

“What is your problem?” he demanded.

“What if—”

“Don’t you shut up?” he growled in frustration.

“If you speak to me like that—”

“I just wanna…be with you.  Why you gotta make it so hard?”

She laughed.

“Not like that, damn it!”

“If she walks in—”

“It’ll be my fault.  Okay.  Now that that’s out of the way!” he finished succinctly and found her lips again.

//

Marshall watched Contessa’s facial features scrunch up as his fingertips caressed her inner thigh; she bit her lip to keep from moaning when she felt him dip his digits into her warmth.

“Oh, god,” she breathed raggedly.

“You don’t have to be silent,” he whispered.

“I don’t want to alert the media!” she snapped.

He laughed as he bent to kiss her breasts.  “You’re sexy when you’re angry,” he added before his tongue wound around her nipple, laving it and then tugging at it with his teeth.

“It’s hard to be angry when you’re doing…that,” she groaned.

“You know,” he started, looking up at her with a grin, “This is your fault.”

“What?” she exasperated.

“You’re the one who started this!  I was just gettin’ out of the bed, and wham, you give me that look!”

“What look?” she asked innocently.

“The one that says ‘if you don’t fuck me now, I’m gonna kill you,’ and I’ll be damned if I’m not willing to oblige!”

She giggled.  “I have a look like that?”

“What can I say, I am a stud.”

“Stud.  Right,” she repeated.

“I’m not?”

“If you’re such a stud, why isn’t your cock inside me yet?  Losin’ your touch…”

“What were you saying?” he growled as he pressed himself deeper within her wet depths.

“Mmm… Um, I was just saying how nice it is to…be filled with your cock again,” she murmured apologetically.

“Damn straight!”

“You’re so easy,” she laughed.

“Only with you,” he added.

She moaned low in her throat as she felt him withdraw slightly from her heat; the loss was so intense that she bucked her hips in response, and, consequently, drew him back within her eager body.

“Don’t leave me yet,” she whispered.

//

“Have I ever told you how much I love having you on top of me?”

“Only once or twice,” she grinned.

“I love watchin’ your tits bounce…”

“What man doesn’t?”

“If any other man watches ‘em bounce, I’ll kill ‘im,” Marshall bit out.

She smiled brightly.  “Careful, Marsh, your jealousy’s starting to show.”

“I ain’t jealous.”

“You aren’t,” she mocked.  “You, not jealous?  That’s a hoot!  You’re so jealous you can hardly—”

“Fine, maybe I’m a little jealous.”

“A little?  Please…”

“Shut up!”

“You see red every time I say another man’s name—”

“I don’t like to share,” he replied.

“Good, ‘cause neither do I,” she agreed and kissed his shoulder.  “Enough talking, we still got,” she looked at the clock, “twenty minutes before the movie ends.”

//

“God, you guys take so long to get ready!” Hailie teased as Marshall and Contessa joined her and Curtis.

Marshall hid his blush easily.  “There’s only one bathroom.  We had to go one at a time—”

“You could’ve taken a shower together!” she suggested innocently.

“What the fuck?” Marshall exclaimed.

“Well, Mommy does it with—” Hailie looked at the floor, realizing she had said the wrong thing.  Or the wrong things.

Marshall mentally ticked away seconds as he attempted to wrangle his anger in.  “It’s okay, sweetheart.  I know your mother dates other guys.  Remember, mommy and daddy aren’t married anymore.”

“I know,” she replied, but bit her lip regretfully.

“You didn’t say anything bad,” Contessa added.  “Your daddy just didn’t think you were growin’ up,” she added lightheartedly.

“I’m a big girl, you know!”

Marshall forced a laugh, “I’m starting to realize that.”

As soon as Hailie turned her attention back to the television set, Marshall whispered his thanks to Contessa.

//

“Hey, Marsh?”

“Yeah, Curtis?”

“Can I talk to you?  Alone?”

“You guys can use the guestroom, I guess?” Contessa shrugged.

//

“What?” Marshall asked.

“Did you get the papers signed?”

“Shit, no.  I haven’t—I haven’t found the right time yet.”

“Dre’s gettin’ anxious.  The song’s been out for awhile now, and he needs it signed.”

“What are you?  His delivery bitch?”

“Don’t run your mouth—”

“Sorry,” Marshall said and looked away.  “I don’t want to ruin the time we’re here.”

“She’ll understand, Marsh.  I swear, I know her enough to know that.  What I don’t know is why you’re stressin’!”

“’Cause she reminds me of Kim…a little.”

“How the hell does she remind you of that psycho?”

“Not a lot, just a little.  Like in the ways that we fight…”

“What?  She’s throwin’ punches and dishes now?”

“No, it’s just intense!  Everything with ‘Tessa is intense.”

“Ain’t that a good thing?”

“I don’t know.”

“You love her?”

“Huh?” Marshall stuttered.  “I—I don’t know, man.  I don’t know if I can love another woman again.”

“If you can’t—if you won’t—you gotta leave her.”

Chapter 24

Author: zines@aol.com

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