Single Husbands Page 20

“What the hell are you doing, digging in my pussy like you’re crazy? What the hell has gotten into you?” Nikki asked, scooting toward the headboard.

  Herschel gripped her hips, pulling her toward him. “Shut up,” he insisted.

  Extending his tongue, he licked her clit. Sliding back the hood with his upper teeth, he sucked his wife’s juices, instantly making her cum in his mouth. He knew exactly how to please Nikki. Easing his middle finger into her vagina, he pressed upward against the spongy tissue area, making her come harder and longer. He could continue teasing her G-spot and make her squirt her savory juices all over his face, neck, and chest—but not today.

  Easing on top of Nikki missionary-style, Herschel kissed his wife before penetrating her, wondering if the other man pleased her more. Fuck that. Nikki was his wife, and if anybody was going to satisfy her best, it was going to be him.

  Swaying his hips until his dick found her hole, he splattered wet kisses all over her shifting face, saying, “Baby, I love you. Don’t you love me?”

  Nikki’s hands braced his chest, then pushed. She turned her head to the side and opened her mouth. Before she’d spoken a word, Herschel thrust his dick deeper. “Do you love him more? Is that why you’re pushing me away?” he asked, leaning his face to the side to look into her eyes. Eyes that once saw him as a man.

  Tears? Tears streaming down her face? He should be the one crying.

  “Baby, I’m sorry,” Herschel apologized. “Talk to me.” He wanted an explanation and confession for what he’d discovered in the nursery bathroom. “Why are you crying?”

  “Herschel,” Nikki whimpered, “you’re a good man. And I do love you, but—”

  “Sshhh, no ‘buts.’ Not today,” he said, kissing her lips.

  Deliberately he rotated his ass, grinding deep and slow into Nikki’s pussy. She looped her hands under his armpits, gripping his shoulder blades, pulling him into her body. The warmth of her breath, the silkiness of her body beneath his, the tightness of his pussy, reminded him of the first time they’d made love. Continuing his slow grind until his wife released her fluids to him satisfied Herschel for the moment.

  “Oh, baby. Don’t stop. Hold my dick right there. Right there,” she whispered, making him throb inside her.

  He couldn’t impregnate his wife. According to the pregnancy test that was in the nursery, Nikki was already pregnant with some other man’s baby. Herschel was determined to find out who he was.

  Kissing Nikki on the lips, he eased off her, covered her body with the sheet, showered, stepped into his shorts and T-shirt, then headed to Ivory’s. Herschel used his key to unlock the front door.

  Ivory was a late-morning riser. He tiptoed into their bedroom. She was sleeping. His lips descended toward her, kissing her gently.

  “Huh, what? Oh, hey. I didn’t hear you come in,” she said.

  Herschel removed his shorts, then his shirt, lifted the cover and lay next to Ivory.

  Her lips and hips covered his as she straddled on top of him. “Good morning. I’m so happy to see you,” she said, rubbing her shaft against his shaft.

  Anthony was right. Herschel needed to choose a side and stop teetering. Today he’d make his decision.

  “Do you love me?” he asked Ivory.

  “Yes, of course I do,” she said, easing his dick inside her. “You know I love you.”

  “How much?” he asked.

  “This much,” she said, squashing her pussy against his balls, grinding in slow, circular motions.

  Ivory felt better than Nikki, but he loved Nikki more than he loved Ivory. Maybe he loved Nikki more because she rejected him more, making him feel like a little boy on the inside, instead of feeling like a man when he was with Ivory.

  “Kiss me,” Herschel said, pulling Ivory’s breast atop his chest.

  He held her hips pushing her onto his dick. Each time she rose up, he pushed her down, making her clit feel the abrasion of his pubic hairs. Her mouth opened wider. Her tongue dug deeper into his mouth.

  “Um, um,” she muffled as he suctioned her tongue.

  Her body began trembling. He gyrated faster, kissing her back. Ivory grabbed his ears and started wiggling her pussy. He firmly held her hips against his dick, determined to make her come for him. Her wiggles became tiny shifts, side to side, until her body collapsed on top of his.

  “Well, good morning to you too,” she said, smiling.

  “Ivory,” Herschel said, staring into her beautiful brown eyes.

  Her forehead wrinkled. He gently brushed his thumb between her eyebrows as she asked, “Yes?”

  “Ivory, will you marry me?”

  All thirty-two of her teeth appeared as she responded with a resounding “Yes! Yes! I will marry you, Herschel Henderson.”

  Herschel needed a firm yes from Ivory before asking Nikki for a divorce. But there was one person he had to tell his decision to, face-to-face. Putting on his shorts and T-shirt, Herschel kissed Ivory, then said, “I’ll be back tonight. Ask Kwan—I mean, ask my son—where he wants to go for dinner tonight. I want to be the one to tell him his daddy is coming home for good.”

  If Herschel was going to raise a child, it was going to be his own. Nikki was not going to have him babysitting some other man’s kid while she traveled the world.

  Ivory followed him to the living room and stood in the doorway until he could no longer see her in the rearview mirror. Driving to the condo he shared with Anthony, Herschel hoped he’d find Anthony there.

  Sliding his key into the hole, Herschel closed the front door behind him. Going directly to Anthony’s bedroom, he knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. No answer.

  “You looking for me?” Anthony asked, walking up behind Herschel with a smoothie in his hand.

  Herschel turned around to face Anthony’s naked body. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”

  “Well, damn, you don’t have to sound like the police unless you’re planning on frisking me,” Anthony said, dipping his fingers into his beverage, then sprinkling Herschel’s face.

  Herschel took the smoothie from Anthony, dipped his dick into the glass, handed it back to Anthony, then said, “Lick me.”

  “No, you didn’t. You gon’ make me another smoothie,” Anthony insisted, “’cause I ain’t drinking that.” Smiling, he knelt before Herschel. “But I do love me some strawberry-covered chocolate dick.”

  Herschel closed his eyes. His throat tightened. A tear escaped the corner of his right eye. This was his last blow job from the only man he’d ever loved. Glancing down at Anthony, Herschel watched Anthony suck his dick like he was slurping the smoothie. Anthony’s strong hands traveled up and down his shaft. His jaws tightened, tighter than Herschel’s fuck buddy from the gym. What or who was she doing this morning?

  Anthony stood, gargled, spat in Herschel’s face, then said, “You taste like pussy! That’s why you dipped your dick in my drink first? You thought I wouldn’t notice? You could’ve washed that nasty shit off!”

  Fuck. There was no arguing the point. “I hadn’t planned on us doing anything. I came here to tell you I’ve made my decision. I came here to tell you it’s over. I’m leaving Nikki, and”—Herschel paused—“I asked Ivory to marry me.”

  Anthony started laughing. “This is too much for me so damn early in the morning. If I weren’t laughing”—Anthony laughed louder—“I’d beat your fuckin’ ass,” he yelled. “How dare you come in here, stick your nasty, stank-ass dick in my mouth, then tell me you’re marrying Ivory, when I was the one who stood by you when you were depressed. I was the one who held your ass in my arms when you couldn’t sleep ’cause your wife was gone. You, my lover, my friend, are confused and need to get the fuck outta my face,” Anthony said, slamming his bedroom door.

  Herschel didn’t bother following Anthony—and, no, Herschel was not confused. Not anymore. He headed home to pack a few things and tell Nikki of his decision.

  Parking in the driveway, Herschel entered their bedroom from the
patio.

  “Oh, yes! Fuck me harder,” he heard his wife scream. “Harder!”

  The locks bounced against the man’s back as he slammed his dick into Nikki. Her hands were locked onto the headboard. She thrust her ass against Lexington’s dick. Watching his best friend fuck his wife should’ve pissed him off, not turned him on.

  Herschel massaged his erection through his pants. It wasn’t Nikki that turned him on. Nikki’s baby was probably Lexington’s. Let him take care of it, he thought. Yeah, right. If his wife’s baby was Lexington’s, then Nikki was destined to become a single mom, because all Lexington was going to do was write Nikki a check she didn’t need.

  Damn. Lexington’s fine, sexy ass was beating that pussy up!

  “Don’t just stand there. Do something.”

  What the hell? Herschel turned around to face… Donna?

  “Yeah, that’s right. It’s me. I knew you two were fucking! I knew it!” Donna yelled, fucking up the mood for everybody, including Herschel.

  “Oh, my God!” Nikki screamed, hiding behind Lexington.

  God? She knows his name? Herschel thought. He hadn’t heard her call on Him outside of having sex.

  “Herschel, what are you doing here?” Nikki asked.

  Donna entered their house, then disappeared. Which way did she go?

  “Um, I live here,” he said, squinting his lips. “Well, I used to. I’m moving out today. I just came back to get a few things. Don’t stop on my account.”

  Donna held her right hand behind her back. She ran toward Lexington. He tried to move in front of Nikki, but he couldn’t reposition himself fast enough.

  “Donna, are you crazy?” Herschel yelled, diving in front of Nikki.

  Nikki may not have loved Herschel the way she loved Lexington, but Herschel was no punk. He was man enough to die for Nikki. The object in Donna’s hands stabbed Herschel in the heart.

  “Ahhh!” Nikki screamed.

  “Bitch, are you crazy?” Lexington yelled.

  Raising his hands to his chest, Herschel looked at the object, then threw the piece of plastic in Donna’s face. “Crazy bitch!” It would’ve been better if she’d stabbed him with a knife than putting that nasty-ass urine-stained pregnancy test on him.

  Donna picked up the test, then tossed it on the bed. Tears streamed down her face. “Yes, I am crazy, and I’m pregnant. The one time I decide to let you make love to me, I end up pregnant again.”

  Oh, shit. The test wasn’t Nikki’s? Something isn’t right. How did Donna end up leaving a pregnancy test in their bathroom? Fuck! Herschel had proposed to Ivory because he thought Nikki was pregnant with some other man’s baby. Fuck!

  “Y’all get the fuck outta here,” Herschel demanded. “And take that nasty-ass piss stick with you, Donna. You got a lot of nerve coming up in our house taking your damn test.”

  “And you got a lot of nerve letting a man fuck you in your ass,” Donna said, stomping out the door.

  Lexington stared at him, waiting for a denial that never came. “Nikki, you need to divorce him,” Lexington said, turning his back to Herschel.

  Okay, there was an equitable solution to all of this mayhem, Herschel thought, looking at his naked wife. Before he spoke, Nikki said, “Baby, I’m sorry,” climbing out of bed.

  Was she apologizing to Lexington or him? At this point, it didn’t matter. Ignoring Nikki, Herschel packed a suitcase with enough work and casual clothes for a week.

  “Herschel, don’t,” Nikki said.

  “Yes, Herschel, leave,” Lexington insisted.

  Kissing Nikki on the lips, Herschel said, “Since you may be pregnant with my baby or Lexington’s, we should all swing tonight until we get fucking up one another’s lives out of our systems.”

  Nikki’s jaw dropped.

  Rolling his suitcase toward the door, he looked at his wife, then said, “Nikki, you deserve better. I don’t want any money from you. I don’t want anything from you. I’ll call you later.”

  Herschel missed Anthony already. He sat in the driveway outside their condo and texted, I love you, then drove away with a lump, not in his pants but in his throat. This time, Herschel didn’t hold back his tears. He cried. Not for Nikki. Not for Ivory. But for the love he’d lost with Anthony. Anthony deserved better, and he was right. Herschel was confused.

  Instead of going to Ivory’s, Herschel cruised down Interstate 10, all the way to New Orleans to chill with his mom for a while. Herschel was convinced his lack of parental love and guidance had fucked him up emotionally. If he didn’t ask his mother the hard questions that had bothered him since he was a child, Herschel would live his entire life not knowing the meaning of true love.

  Did his mother have the answers?

  One thing was for sure. Herschel certainly didn’t.

  CHAPTER 23

  Lexington

  Lexington did not want another baby by Donna. She’d trapped him once more. That shit wouldn’t happen to him again. He knew she wanted him to go to New Orleans with her.

  Picking up his cell phone, Lexington dialed the man with the hands that could make his dream a reality. “Yes, may I speak with Dr. Davidson?” Lexington asked.

  “May I ask the reason for your call today?” the woman responded.

  “Absolutely. In a word… vasectomy,” Lexington said. “Give me the first available appointment.”

  Nikki having his baby was cool, but how did he know if it was his? Damn, with her showing up at the sex club, getting her groove on, letting a dude bend her over the chair. Dude’s seed could’ve spilled out of the condom. Lexington wasn’t sure if the dude had worn a condom that night. She hadn’t worn one when she was with him. What if her baby was from Herschel’s gay ass?

  Lexington helped Donna pack her things. It was time for her to get out of his house.

  “Ten years of marriage and this is how we end it,” Donna said, sitting down on the job. She sat on the edge of their bed. “If anyone would’ve fast-forwarded our lives to now, I would’ve thrown myself down at the altar and said, ‘Lord, I can’t do this!’”

  “Donna, what are you talking about?” Lexington asked, staring at their wedding picture on the wall across the room.

  Donna softly said, “Nothing, I suppose. Nothing that matters anyway. I’ve decided not to have your baby. I’m having an abortion today.”

  “You’re not killing my child, Donna,” Lexington protested.

  “I’ll be done packing in a moment. I don’t need your help,” she said peacefully.

  “Donna, I’m serious. You are not killing my child. I’ll take you to court. I have parental rights,” Lexington insisted.

  Donna laughed, then seriously said, “And you call yourself a man?”

  Forget Donna. There was no way he’d let her destroy his seed.

  Donna stood before the mirror, glazing on that raspberry lipstick. She combed her hair, then dressed in a pair of white low-rise slacks, a white tank top, and slip-on heels. Suddenly Lexington saw the woman he’d made passionate love to reappear.

  “Donna, you think I’m kidding,” Lexington said, holding his phone in his hand. “All I have to do is press one button.”

  His wife walked over to him and kissed his cheek. Her eyes narrowed so close to his eyes, they damn near touched noses. Donna’s lips grazed his as she whispered in his mouth, “You want to make that decision. Go right ahead. I’ll let you do that. But before you decide, I want you to know. I’m either going to abort your baby, or I’m going to kill you,” she said, walking away.

  “You’re crazy, Donna!” Lexington yelled, following her out the front door to her limo.

  Donna didn’t look back. She didn’t respond. Damn, was that the way he’d treated her, leaving her at home almost every night? Forget Donna. Lexington went into the bedroom, slipped into a pair of shorts, no T-shirt, then walked over to the nightstand to get his Bluetooth. Donna had left the title to the restaurant he’d bought her in South Beach on the bed.

  “Wh
atever,” Lexington said, shaking his head.

  Lexington needed someone to talk to, so he walked over to Nikki’s. Herschel was gone, so he didn’t need to call first. Nikki was in bed. Lexington lay beside her. “Hey, you,” he whispered.

  “Huh? What are you doing here? Oh, hell no. Take your ass home. I do not want your crazy wife over here ever again. Leave, Lexington. Take your married ass home,” Nikki said, sliding to the edge of the bed away from him.

  Damn, was he that bad of a husband? A friend?

  Lexington said, “I sent Donna on her way. She’s gone to New Orleans for good. Now we can be together without her interfering.” Lexington kissed Nikki’s lips. “I want to be here for you and my baby. I want us to have what Brian and Michelle have.”

  “Brian,” Nikki said, laughing. “Are you serious? As much as he fucks around on Michelle, are you serious?”

  Frowning, Lexington asked, “How do you know that?”

  Nikki laughed harder, holding her stomach, then said, “Everybody knows he fucks around, including Michelle.”

  Lexington placed his hand on Nikki’s stomach. “Seriously, baby. I’m going to be here for you. I’m going to be here for our child.”

  Nikki asked, “Where’re the girls? With Donna?”

  Oh, shit! He was so concerned about Donna, Lexington hadn’t noticed that Donna left the girls with him. How was he supposed to take care of them by himself? A child’s place was with the mother.

  “Just what I thought. Go home, Lexington,” Nikki said, rolling over. “You’re confused, just like Herschel and Brian.”

  Lexington reached over her arm to touch Nikki’s breasts. “Baby, please. I had no idea Donna would be so careless and leave the children.”

  “Lexington,” Nikki whispered, “don’t ever touch me again. I want you out of my house right now. I’m not marrying you. I don’t want to be with you, and I’m not having your baby.”

  “Baby, wait. You know me better than this. You mean to tell me you’re going to get rid of my baby? You’re going to ruin a perfect relationship over something that’s not my fault.”

  “No, Lexington, I didn’t ruin our relationship. You did.”