Rebound **** Chapter Sixty-Seven

I looked at the nigga in the army green Charger and as hostile as I was at that moment I smiled at him. Troy was the still the nigga I remembered and as I stood in front of the liquor store I had almost been glad when he drove up. "I was driving down Southern and saw u," he said. My mind was in turmoil at the moment but his chemistry said get inside and while I had mentally agreed to get in he suggested that I did. "We may as well hop in the drive thru."

I really wasn't a drinker but there was nothing wrong with social drinking, the voices told me I was making a mistake but I trusted him, I could handle myself, at least I knew he wouldn't rob me. He definitely was one sexy thug nigga and I wanted to tell him I thought he was dead. He volunteered to tell me he had been away out of town and thought about me alot, he also noticed I had lost some weight. I wondered if he had noticed the limp. He spoke on my appearance saying I was gorgeous, rubbing his thumb across the scar on my forehead. I could have melted. I touched his wrist as he caressed the scar this time.

He then lifted my hand and looked at my ring, playfully throwing it on my lap.

Damn I had missed the nigga and hadn't known it, his unique smell sent me through the roof. I had been faced with so many dilemma's I felt I needed to relax away from Trenton. He had helped me really get in tune with myself and I had been able to identify my past mistakes, I knew I couldn't fix them if I didn't recognize them. Troy was someone I could just talk to, I didn't really want to be intimate.

Trent had said I had an addictive sexual nature, perhaps it was true, but he had made me look at sex a different way. He was a bit too spontaneous and the sex would sometimes be on the verge of lethal. He insisted it was part of my illness, I relied on sexual satisfaction and sought enjoyment through physical pain. I hadn't really been convinced, who didn't like sex! It had been more than a release for him, he would use it to control. I wondered why Carlita had left him and whether or not Tobias had killed her.

We purchased a bottle of D'usse from the drive thru and the smell of Indica soon filled the air collaborating with the aroma of the smooth cognac . I instantly relaxed but my networking was scrambled. Was I tripping?

By the time we got on the freeway I was a bit tipsy, I knew I hadn't drank in over a year and I had refrained from the psych meds, I needed to be alert for the children. They were in my system the liquor revived them. As we rode he placed his hand on my thigh and I was negotiating with my fidelity but his touch sent shocks through my spine, I felt the chills consume my shoulders.

"Where were u going?" He asked. I told him just riding. "Where is your car?"

He studied how I relaxed and smiled, and moved his hand further up my leg. I just knew he would suggest we pull over, he began to complain about getting tipsy, but I noticed he was barely sipping. He placed the blunt between my lips and touched the flame to the tip as I inhaled and moved his hand down to my left nipple. My heart was racing because I knew what I was about to do, since the day I thought I smelled him I had been anticipating the moment. We continued to ride as his phone vibrated. I smiled and wondered if the children were out of peanut butter. He was so seductive and he knew it, I visualized climbing into his lap as his hand moved between my legs. While he caressed me I lusted him but knew I could not allow him to please me, he was just like the rest. He had a bitch somewhere in a hole. When he pulled to a Quality Inn, I didn't object. I really hadn't known where I would go. As I stood at the liquor store I contemplated, that girl deserved a proper burial and I had been shaken and stirred about the whole scenario, how had Twan felt like the key was his future? I needed to know, Tobias had said the same shit. While Troy paid for the hotel room I pondered. Was there a reward for information leading to her body? Or had he been talking about the old man's fortune. It hadn't added up.

He parked and we soon entered into the lobby, his remarkable gait was disciplined and uniform.

When we got off of the elevator and entered into room 312 the atmosphere enhanced my readily heightened sex drive and as he removed the Air Force One's and placed them neatly beside the chair measuring the tips as Trent would I approached him and unbuttoned the collar of the Polo he had worn. He reached for a hug, I accepted his embrace and led him to the bed motioning him to unzip my dress. "Panties?" he asked. "Im married, of course," I said. He crawled in bed propping himself on his elbows as he watched me remove my panties. Troy and I had unfinished business. After crawling in bed I unzipped his pants, and asked him if he had protection. He said he didn't so I got up and grabbed my handbag, in search of.

"We don't need it, I'll pull out," he said. I removed his shirt and threw it on the floor with the collar buttons face down. I hadn't found any protection of course and as I sat my purse on the bed, he grabbed me by the arm demanding me to get in. Honestly I couldn't let him fuck me twice and I told him, he hadn't understood. "Where have u been?" He asked, I told him around, "I thought u were locked up." He rubbed my cheek and observed my expression. Twan's voice echoed loud in my dome, I definitely would do what I have to do as he said. Troy pulled me on top of him, I could feel his hard dick under me as he groped my ass cheeks, I refused to play his game, I was high as shit but alert. I kept refusing his penetration but seduced him, he just watched anticipating some more of this addictive ass pussy. Again, I refused to lose, I had learned some shit. He flipped me over after I playfully hunched him and bit his earlobe, he pulled down the jeans he wore while above me and laid between my legs. His erection drove me crazy, I tried to resist but we had unfinished business to handle. I opened my legs wider, as if mesmerized or in disbelief he laid his face on my shoulder before reaching for his dick to put it in. I closed my legs and moved up in the bed reaching in my purse again, "I should have a condom somewhere."

"But u are married."

"Is that why u don't have one," I said, he grinned. He could feel my wetness, I wanted him so bad. I remember grinding him from below and wrapping my leg around his back as he moved upward, he had me pinned against the headboard. He should have known not to mix business with pleasure, shit could get out of hand. When I couldn't resist any longer I gave in and allowed him to enter me, his control was unimaginable each thrust made me moan. His thrusts soon went from being managed to negligent, as he too had become careless. His fingers dug deep in my thighs and then he transitioned from violently aroused to remorsefully pleasurable, likened to Judas' kiss. His hastiness had subsided to a flow of intense wavelike motion, I wondered if it was technique. How often had he fucked his game. Why had he felt the gimmick of devour would offset my aspiration?

Beautiful and symbolic, his physique scoffed at my malice, I had awaited his approach. His regard had become telling, he had stolen my desire for him to remain precious, there was no honor among thieves. Could he not stay away, "I looked for u everywhere," he whispered as I wrapped my hand around Tobias' F&N. His pace quickened, he was now balls deep staring at our reflection above. "U still looking for protection?" He asked. I ignored his sarcasm, my lip trembled, he was so pleasing. There was something about thug passion, the sheets were drenched with my lust for that chocolate ass nigga. He looked as if he hadn't intended to stop.

"Stop," I whispered.

"U crazy," he replied before flipping me over on my face and knocking my handbag to the floor, he stiffened at the hard sound as if preparing for discharge. He pulled me to my knees and pinned my arms down, I screamed as the orgasms flew from my soul. I begged him with quivering cheeks to stop, I knew better! I felt him swell inside of me, I wondered how much more I could take, he would soon knock a my kidneys loose! I had only imagined...

I prayed he would pull out but I didn't see it in his intentions, was he fucking crazy?! My midsection was red from the intense pounding, I ran on my knees, and as a predator toys with its prey he allowed me to flee before snatching me back and entering me again. His dick throbbed, he would cum. His grip around my waist was inescapable, he came deep and I fought. "U won't get away again."

My lust filled state of mind quickly shifted to a horrific standstill, I was so high with a mixture of passion and kush it had all seemed like a dream. He strutted with his wife beater behind his head like he felt accomplished. I was confused. Again. If he wasn't a police then something was all fucked up.

I reached for my panties he quickly snatched them from my hand. The voices were so loud and scolding, I jumped up in an attempt to run to the shower. He grabbed me by the arm, "I won't leave again."

"U could really lose your job," I said before snatching from his grip. I demanded he take me back where he picked me up. We showered individually and left the room. He tried to convince me to stay, but I explained I was a married woman.

I thought fucking him would make me feel better, I had actually planned to kill him. I guess it wasn't his day, yet. It had taken me a while to figure him out, when I did it was too late.

I returned to the Raceway, my car remained in tact. I felt like I had gotten some type of revenge on Trent, but hadn't known why.