A New Toy for Christmas
by Brenda Stokes Lee
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A New Toy for Christmas
By Brenda Stokes Lee
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Chapter 1
As I watched the tow truck pull away with my totally destroyed Lexus truck I was pissed. Still, I couldn't help but ponder how blessed I was to be alive. That damn deer came from no where and stood in front of my vehicle like a five hundred pound marble statue. There was no where to go and nothing that I could do but hit him.
"Dumb ass, he just officially ruined both of our Christmas. Now, what? It's eight o'clock at night on Christmas Eve and I'm not even close to home." I thought as I entered the restaurant were the tow truck driver so kindly dropped me off. "Well at least I can pee and get something to eat while I wait for somebody to pick me up."
After quickly scanning the almost empty bar and grill I went to the ladies room to freshen up. It was snowing so I staked my claim on a booth with a window as I waited for either Jamar or Tyson to return my messages. More out of boredom than anything else I searched my purse for change to play a few songs on the jukebox to kill some time. While standing at the jukebox surveying the selections a handsome young man approached me. Leaning over my shoulder he seductively whispers, “G102” in my ear.
Momentarily stunned by his closeness and the undeniable tingles his sultry, sexy voice sent through my erotic core, I hesitated and then calmly replied, “I beg your pardon?"
"You're looking for selection G102.” He repeated.
Not knowing exactly what troll had crawled out of his hole to fuck with me on Christmas Eve after the nightmare that I had just endured, I cautiously gripped the can of mace in my jacket pocket and prepared to fuck him up. To my absolute surprise I looked over my shoulders only to loose myself in the prettiest eyes God gave to a man. He smiled at me and I instantly relaxed.
“Damn!” I thought. “Who the hell is this?"
Determined not to go soft over his pretty boy swagger, or display the slightest hint of interest I looked back at the Jukebox menu to see what song G102 was. Surprisingly it was How Can You Mend a Broken Heart, by Al Green.
I snickered and thought, "Yeah right." Before I casually replied, “I don’t even think so."
“Why not?” His deep sexy voice inquired.
“Probably because my heart is not broken and I plan to keep it that way.” I nonchalantly responded with my back still turned to him.
“Maybe mine is.” He whispered.
"I'm not quite sure what I'm suppose to do with that information." I responded as I turned to face him once again, only to be greeted by a broad sexy smile of perfect teeth and and a chiseled, extraordinarily handsome face that pleaded for me to talk to him.
“Damn, this man is fuckin fine!” I thought as I did a quick head to toe scan of the delicious specimen of manhood that stood before me.
“Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but, who do you belong to? And why in hell aren’t they watching you.”
He chuckled and simply responded. "No one. I just told you that I'm heartbroken."
“I’m real sorry to hear that.” I offered my condolences before returning to the Jukebox display to make my selections.
“Why, are you sorry? You’re the solution not the problem.”
“Damn! This guy is making my body sing and my koochie clap with the mere sound of his voice! Imagine what he could do with that perfect mouth." I thought as my mind quickly wondered off to Naughty Town USA, population of two- just me and him.
"Okay Toy, It’s time to walk the fuck away before you get caught up in a shit storm of bullshit and a world of hurt in Hickville no less.” I thought as I quickly came to my senses and realized that I was several hundred miles away from home talking to a complete stranger.
“Okay... well, I’m not really sure about that, but good luck with your problem. Now, if you will excuse me, my man is on his way to pick me up. He'll be here any minute. He's a cop. In fact he's an extremely jealous cop with three guns. So, I have to go.” I warned as I made my first and only selection, G102.
Naturally, nobody was even close to being on their way to pick me up. Hell, I really didn't even have a man for that matter. Well at least one that I could officially call my own. The truth of the matter is that I had two half ass pieces of a man that still wouldn't total a good man on their best day. Neither of which would remotely fall in the category of being my boyfriend.
They both were more like friends who offered extremely good benefits when the urge so arrived. And at twenty eight years of age, the urge arrived almost daily. I liked, no loved being single and unattached. My career was finally on track and a man would just complicate my already complicated life even further. Besides, I had taken too many hits falling off the pretty boy tree to even consider taking another climb. Still, as I meticulously eyed the tall, handsome gentleman that I just walked away from I could only conceded that he would definitely be worth the fall.
Standing at least six four with a lean muscular build I estimated him to be around twenty five to thirty years old. Judging by the designer clothing, expensive watch, jewelry and shoes, I guessed that he was definitely not a SLAG- Sorry Lazy Ass Goober.
The brutha definitely appeared to be doing well for himself. The late model 650SL Benz parked in front was more than likely his since we were the only two people in the deserted restaurant. The outdated, faded, red Chevy Camaro more than likely belonged to the bartender. And the Barbie pink, Dodge Neon probably belonged to the waitress.
Stranger Danger was definitely the type of man that I would love to call my own. But let's be realistic, nobody like that is dateless let alone womanless on Christmas Eve. But there was something in those eyes. Something that haunted my spirit and made my body and soul want to co- mingle and dwell with his.
As I returned to my table, with Al Green crooning, How Can You Mend a Broken Heart, I smiled to myself and concluded, “I must have been transported into a bad episode of the fuckin Twighlight Zone.”
Granted I'm far from ugly and most women would admit that I'm extremely attractive. So you know I must be as fine as hell, because bitches don't want to give you a genuine compliment. Yeah, so I guess this is the point were I need to add that I'm modest and humble too. No but seriously, I'm a twelve on a scale of one to ten. Men approach me all the time. It's just that I have high expectation, perfectly normal self esteem and an extremely low tolerance for monkey ass, bullshit. I simply know my value and refuse to sell myself short, because some man tells me how pretty I am.
I'm sure some of you would agree with me that men simply play too many damn games for women to not take advantage of setting the rules. If a man wants to play then he has to play by my rules. That's how I live and some of you are right- that's probably why I'm still single. Nonetheless I don't lose an hour of sleep worrying about where my man is and who he is with. With that said let me find somebody to pick my ass up, so that I can get back to DC before Christmas morning.
Chapter 2
Before I could even finish my train of thought, Wonder Boy, who followed me to my table, sits across from me, just as the waitress returns with the cup of hot chocolate that I ordered.
"Look, I don't mean to be a pest, but please just let me sit with you and enjoy some mediocre food and good conversation before I get back on the highway. It's Christmas Eve and I have another two to three hour drive ahead of me. I promise I'll get up just as soon as your man arrives. Please? I'm harmless, I swear." He pleaded.
“Fine with me, but you're buying.” I declared as I casually continued to play with my phone and silently wondered why neither one of these orangutans I'm fucking has even bothered to called me back. Damn they could at least send me a "Leave me alone I'm fucking my girl." text.
"I'm Logic... Logic Hart. I'm sorry I should have introduced myself earlier. It's just that you're so beautiful and I saw an opportunity to... Well you...
"Don't worry about it. I'm Zatoya, but everyone calls me Toy."
"It's nice to meet you Toy. By the way thanks for the selection. It helped. It helped a lot."
"Oh yeah? I'm glad I could help out." I matter of factly responded as my cell rang. "Excuse, me for a second I Have to take this. It's my ride."
Too tired, too silly and too stupid to step away from the table to take the call I made the rookie mistake of taking a call from someone who obviously didn't give a fuck about me.
"Hey, I called and texted you over an hour ago. What happened?"
"Toy, it's Christmas Eve, I got to help Shanta put together all these damn toys that we got for Little Man. And then I got to go over to Robin's to get the bike set up for my daughter. I got your message, but I'm not sure I can help. I mean I can come through later to tune you up for Christmas, but there's no way I can pick you up from West Virginia."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, you know my kids come first. I told you that when we started messing around. Can't you call that other nigga that you fuck with."
"What other nigga would that be, Jamar?
"I know you don't even want to play this game, especially since you're stranded in Dumb Fuck, West Virginia." Jamar laughed. "Look, call Old Boy. He'll ride out and pick you up and I'll stop through around two or three to bring you some Christmas cheer."
"You know what? Fuck you and fuck that! In fact don't even fuckin call my phone with your supercilious brand of monkey shit anymore. I'm done. If your dick wasn't so damn big I wouldn't have never even bothered with your broke ass in the first place."
"Why you mad? Just call Old Boy and I'll come over later. What's the problem?
"The only problem I have is that I'm still on the phone with your worthless ass instead of finding a ride back to DC. I can't believe you're going to leave me stranded on Christmas Eve. I was in a fuckin car accident Jamar. You didn't even ask if I was hurt."
"I'm sorry baby. I just assumed that you were okay. Are you hurt?"
"Just my damn feelings. After everything I did for you this is how you repay me. Hell, I bought most of that shit that you're giving your kids for Christmas. So, don't give me that shit about your kids come first! And you can't even find the time to help me in an emergency? That's fucked up, Jamar."
"Toy, what do you want me to do? I already explained my situation. If it wasn't Christmas I'd be on my way."
"Look, if you can't help, then you're just wasting my damn time. You've already wasted two years of my life and I'm not about to let you waste two more seconds."
"Alright, well call me when you calm down and shit. Okay? We good?"
"Fuck you!" I replied as I abruptly hung up the phone.
Logic, being the gentlemen that he was raised to be, pretended to be too busy surveying the menu to hear my conversation. "So, I think I'm going to have the T-bone steak and egg special. What would you like?" He announced as I hung up and tossed my phone on the table.
"Apparently, a ride back to DC." I murmured as my eyes begin to swell with tears.
In retrospect it's times like these that a woman needs a good man in her life and not a dick in her bed. Generally, I'm an independent woman, doing everything for herself. I make an excellent living, I'm intelligent, well educated and I have a healthy financial portfolio. I just don't have a lot of family and very few friends. And the little bit of family and friends that I do have are back home in Miami. Even though Jamar and I were just friends with benefits, I at least thought that we were friends. I guess I was wrong. It hurt to think that I was just a hole or two for him to stick his dick in.
"I couldn't help but over hear your conversation. Toy, please don't worry about that. I can give you a ride to DC if you need a ride. Don't cry."
"It's Christmas Eve. I'm three hours from home, with no transportation. My car is totaled. My friends are assholes and I have no one in my life that I can depend on, not one single person. Even if I did make it home I have nothing remotely resembling Christmas at my apartment. My families all in Miami and it's too late to fly home. Excuse my language, but this shit fuckin sucks!" I blurted out as I burst into tears.
"Come on Toy, every thing's going to be okay. I promise. This will be the best Christmas you've ever had. You'll see." Logic promised as he came around the table and set on the booth seat next to me.
Cautiously, he wrapped his big strong arms around me and gave me a much needed hug. Emotionally distraught and hurt I hugged him back and wept like a two year old that needed her Binky, her mommy and a nap. Logic's closeness was comforting, but his cologne was intoxicating. His warm breath which blew ever so gently on my neck was erotic and suddenly he no longer felt like a total stranger. Yet he was.
"I can't let you do that. Even if I could, I don't know you. Shit like this is exactly why people are missing and never seen again. I'm not getting in a car alone with you. That's craziness. Thanks for the offer, but I'll figure something else out." I said as I came to my senses and peeled myself off of him."
Understanding my vulnerability, Logic reluctantly, but politely retreated to the other side of the table. His concern for me was more than obvious. He seemed as helpless about my situation as I was. It was apparent that he was a man who was accustomed to taking charge and setting things right. It appeared to bother him that he could not help me. His mind seemed to be churning a hundred miles a millisecond as he pondered a resolution to my dilemma. Without warning his face magically lit up like a newly decorated Christmas tree.
"Can you excuse me for just a minute. I have to make an urgent phone call."
"Sure... Go right ahead." I offered as I wiped my eyes, blew my nose and slowly regained my composure and dignity.
Apparently, all of those years of doing everything for myself had finally caught up with me, ran me over and backed up. Sure, I had all the wealth any one person needed to have a wonderful life. Anything I wanted or desired I could purchase, even a man. I'll admit that sometimes I helped Jamar out financially. Basically under educated and over extended he worked two jobs and still couldn't pay his child support on time. I didn't mind contributing, After all he gave me exactly what I needed, a hard dick on a cold and lonely night, whenever I needed it. Somehow I never realized that my money would not and could not buy me love and devotion. A bit late, but I realize that now.
Chapter 3
Logic returned a few minutes later. "I'm sorry. I just needed a little privacy."
"Don't apologize. I understand. I probably should have done the same. I'm sorry you had to see my nuclear meltdown. It's just been a long day."
"Tell me about it. What happened to your car?"
"Well, I was on my way home..."
"Washington?"
"Yes. I had a deposition that I had to get. And it went over a little longer than I anticipated."
"You're an attorney?"
"Yes. I'm a Public Defender. So, of course it started to snow... And I wanted to get home before the roads got too treacherous, so I was pushing it. Out of nowhere this gigantic deer leaps in front of my truck and just stands there. I couldn't believe it."
"The headlights mesmerizes them. If you cut off the lights he would have ran away."
"Well, I didn't know that. Anyway I had no where to go and no time to stop so I hit him."
"I saw the tow truck leave as I pulled in. It looks pretty bad."
"Yeah. It's probably totaled. Sixty thousand dollars worth of bent metal. Thank God for insurance. I just got it last month for my birthday." I sighed.
"Did Jamar give it to you? He's your boyfriend, right?"
"You're funny. No Jamar bought me the Motown Greatest Hits CD Collection and I was shocked he even remembered my birthday. And no he's not my boyfriend."
"That's right, your man is the cop with three damn guns." Logic teased.
The smirk on my face indicated that he was dreading in dangerous water. "We've already established the fact that I made that up. So can I please continue."
"Just one more question. You're not hurt right? I mean, I can go with you to the hospital if you want to get checked out."
"No, I'm fine. The airbag punched me in my face, but I'm okay. In retrospect that punch in the mouth from God was just the wake up call I need to get my life in order."
"Haven't been to church in awhile, huh?" Logic smiled.
"No, I go to church almost every Sunday. I just haven't been living right in awhile." I giggled.
"God knows your heart." He chuckled. "And he honors your struggle."
"So, you're a Christian."
"Yes, and like you I struggle everyday to do the right thing. It's not easy."
"People sure don't make it easy. Sometimes you have to just cuss a bitch out." I mumbled beneath my breath, but of course he heard me."
"So, I guess I jinxed you with that song." He pried.
"Not really. He was never my man and my heart wasn't even in it."
"Just sex, huh?"
"Yes. Mind boggling, back cracking sex."
"You know that comes with love sometimes, right?"
"Yeah I heard that. I just haven't encountered it." I sarcastically responded.
"You should try it. Love makes the sex ten times better."
"Really, are you speaking from experience or reciting something you heard?" I challenged.
"I'm speaking from experience and talking about something I've heard."
"Well, I'm black woman if you haven't noticed. And apparently, there's just not enough black men and good love to go around. I'm a realist. I don't like to pretend or play make believe, so I've just learned to keep a tight rein on my emotions and avoid chasing fairy tales, unicorns rainbows and Santa's flying reindeer."
"That's probably what flew in front of your truck." Logic laughed.
"You're probably right." I snickered. "So what about you?"
"What do you want to know?"
"It's Christmas Eve, you're here in Nowhere Special, West Virginia trying to come down my chimney."
"Ho, ho ho!" He joked as he did his Ghetto Santa impersonation. "You got me there little girl."
I laughed. "You believe so strongly in love. Yet you ask me to play one of the saddest songs ever written. So, who is she and what did she do?"
Logic sighs. "I had almost forgot about that bullshit."
"Sorry to reopen festering wounds, but inquiring minds need to know what happened.
He hesitated briefly before pulling a small ring box out of his jacket pocket. He slowly pushed the ring over to my side of the table. "See for yourself."
I took the Tiffany ring box and slowly peeped in. A stunning five carat pink princess cut stone surrounded by two carats of white diamonds almost blinded me. "DAMN!" I thought to myself. "Somebody fucked up big."
Continuing to play it cool and controlled I shook my head no and announced. "It's too much... It's too soon. We just met. I hardly know you. What will I tell my parents? Okay well if you insist. Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"
Logic laughed as I admired the beautiful engagement ring. "You're right. It is a little too soon. So you probably should tell your parents that you just loss your damn mind."
"I know I shouldn't ask but I'm a girl and I just have to." Can I pretty please just try it on. I'll give it right back I promise." I begged, dying to see how a ring like this would look on my finger."
"Sure, go ahead. I trust you."
I carefully removed the near flawless diamond ring from the box. It was obviously expensive. My hands were trembling in anticipation.
"Here let me help you with that." Logic said as he took the ring and gingerly placed it on my finger. "Wow, imagine that. It's a perfect fit." He sighed as his eyes engaged mine for an uncomfortably long time.
I looked down at the ring and back at him, repeatedly. Finally, as if by magic we instantly connected. For the first time that night I felt what he had known all along. This was no mere chance meeting. This was the beginning of something new and unexpected.
Chapter 4
"So Logic, what's a girl got to do to get a ring like this?" I teased.
"Love me. Forsake all other men for me. And..." He hesitated as he shook an unthinkable memory from his head.
"And what?" I asked intrigued.
"And promise me you'll never sleep with my best friend."
"What? Oh my God! Your girlfriend slept with your best friend?"
"Yes she did. In fact, she screwed him the entire time we were dating. Apparently, the two of them fell in love and didn't know how to tell me."
"I am so sorry. You seem like a nice guy. Who judging by the price tag on this ring was obviously in love."
I said as I continued to admire the breathtakingly gorgeous engagement ring on my ring finger, unable or unwilling to give it back. Logic didn't seem to mind, so I continued to enjoy how wonderful it made me feel. I never could fathom anyone loving me enough to give me such a tremendous token of love. "This bitch must be a damn fool!" I concluded.
"Logic, I'm sorry. No one deserves that level of betrayal."
"Why are you sorry. You didn't sleep with him too, did you?" He chuckled.
"No, and I can't even imagine how spectacular he must be to make anyone hurt you like this."
"There's nothing really that damn spectacular at all about that slick talking, manipulative, back stabbing, ass wipe, except his dick."
Caught completely off guard I burst into laughter. "On second thought he does sound just like my type." I teased.
"Don't worry, I'm not taking you no where near his stupid ass. He can keep her, now that I've found you. They don't know it but they did me a huge favor. I'd never have met you if I didn't catch the two of them fucking like chimps in my my fuckin bed."
Normally, I'd have some quick comeback to deflect all matters and types of bullshit like that, but for once I was absolutely tongue tied and speechless. I knew he wanted to taste my Christmas panties. And I actually was considering give him a taste, but this was totally unexpected. This man sounds like he wants to do more than just get it started. He sounds like he's looking for a relationship. So I instantly decided that one more climb up the pretty boy tree wouldn't kill me.
"So is it really over?" I cautiously asked, praying that I could see in his eyes that it was.
"You tell me. You're the one wearing the five hundred thousand dollar engagement ring I bought her." His sultry voice challenged as he seduced me with those haunting eyes.
"Oh that shit is so over." I mumbled as his finest mesmerized me and held me captive for what seemed like an eternity.
He grinned. "I am so glad to hear that, because I don't want to spend Christmas alone."
"So where do you live?" I asked as if it mattered. Hell, I can practice Law anywhere.
"Las Vegas, but I have a home in Baltimore. That's why I offered to give you a ride. I have to go right through DC on my way home."
"Are you serious? What are you doing way out here?"
"After I caught them in my house together I just got in the car and drove and drove and drove. I was on my way back until I stopped here for a break."
"Yeah, about that ride. If the offer is still on the table I'd like to take it."
"Oh I'm afraid that offer has expired Counselor." He stared at me as a sinister grin slowly crept across his face.
"Really?" I asked. Instinctively knowing that he had something even better on his mind.
"So are there any other offers available that you'd like to put on the table at this time Mr. Hart?" I seductively asked as I flipped my long hair back and put on my "Come fuck me face."
"Yeah, actually I'm working on another proposal as we speak. Give me a little time and I'll present it to you." He grinned as he soaked in my sensuality like a dry sea sponge.
"I can't wait to see what you come up with." I responded as I serenely continued to float off into paradise in those piercing brown eyes.
Chapter 5
The flirtation and customary first date interview continued as we enjoyed good conversation and a surprisingly good steak and egg breakfast. Logic was an amazingly rare find. Good looking, tall, charismatic and oh so damn mouth wateringly sexy, he was quickly beginning to resemble the man of my dreams. As if that wasn't enough I soon noticed a manly gentleness that comes only when a man has been taught to respect and value the worth of a woman. He was attentive, decisive, protective and endearing- qualities that I had never encountered in one man. And that was all I needed to see to seal the deal and offer him the key to my love.
"So what about you, Zatoya..."
"Call me Toy. No one calls me Zatoya, but my mom."
"Oh, I will, but later." He grinned. "I was trying to get you to reveal your last name."
"Oh, it's Waters. I'm sorry. I forgot I never even told you my last name."
"It's okay I totally understand. So, Zatoya Waters, is there a Mr. Waters waiting in bed at home."
"Mr. Water's my dad and he unfortunately is in Miami. If not I would be home by now." I laughed.
"I guess what I'm asking is if you have a man." Logic asked unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
Sensing he was serious and needed an honest response I stopped kidding around. "No, I thought we cleared that up earlier. I had two friends who offered me special benefits, but after tonight I decided that I don't need friends like those. So no Logic, no one is waiting in my bed or anywhere else for me to come home."
"I could be that person if you'd let me."
"What person is that?" I asked a little confused.
"The person that worries for you so that you don't have to." His smoldering voice responded.
"I'm not worried. I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl. Besides, I've gotten use to it."
"I can tell you have, but it's Christmas, so tonight let me be the man in your life. I'll make sure you get home safe. And I'll make sure you have a wonderful Christmas with presents and all the trimmings. Let me do that for you. Please?"
"So what do I have to do for you?"
"Nothing really. Well at least nothing that you're not already contemplating doing." He responded as his phone went off. "Excuse me for one second. I have to take this."
"Is everything okay?" I asked as Logic returned to the table.
"Yeah, it is now."
"So what's your final offer Mr. Hart. You can't sit in here with me all night while I wait for Santa, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy to give me a ride home."
"Okay Ms. Waters, this is my absolute final offer. Right outside that door is a limo waiting to take you anywhere you want to go. It's late and I'm too tired to drive any further, so I'm going with you."
"What?" I asked as I looked out the window behind me to see a white, super stretch Cadillac Escalade limo with reindeer antlers and a red Rudolph nose on the grill. "But what about your car?"
"I'll have someone pick it up after the holidays. Don't worry about that. That's not important. So as I was saying. Toy, I'd love for you to go to my home in Baltimore and spend Christmas there with me. But if you want to go home then, just say so. I'll ride up front with the driver and we'll drop you off in DC."
"Logic, you did all of this for me?" I asked confused.
"Yes, so what do you say? Spend Christmas with me."
"I don't know what to say. It's too much... It's too soon. We just met. I hardly know you. Okay well if you insist. Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" I joked as ran to his side of the table and planted a big wet kiss on his mouth.
An enormous sexy grin illuminated his face as his hungry mouth sought mine. His kiss was wet and sensual and the aftermath of it could be felt in my manicured toe nails. Sold out and all in I went in for seconds and thirds as we shamelessly made out in the restaurant.
Finally the voice of reason spoke out. It used Logic's voice. "Let's finish this in the limo were we can get comfortable."
Thank God! A second longer and I would have left a puddle right on the seat of that booth. I was hot and my koochie was dripping wet. And judging by the humongous bulge in Logic's pants, it was way past time to go.
Logic took care of the bill while I took a much needed opportunity to freshen up. Translation, I took a good old fashioned Hoe bath. You know, when you wash up in the sink at a public facility. I had no other choice. I was determined to let Santa sample my cookies and I didn't want them to leave a stale taste in his mouth.
Like a gentleman Logic waited all but patiently for me outside of the ladies room door. The moment I emerged he swept me up in his massive arm and kissed me hard in the mouth. His body pressed hard against mine and for the first time I could feel the length and girth of his anaconda. This man was a freak of nature. His large impressive package continued to swell as his hands ravaged my firm, rotund ass. It felt good and I could only imagine how good it would feel buried deep between my thick thighs. I wanted him.
"I am so in awe of you, woman. I can't wait to get you alone."
"Oh, yeah? Be careful for what you ask for. Because I'm not an easy ride. I hope you have a strong back to go with that hard dick because it's going to be a long ride to Baltimore." I whispered in his ear.
A broad sexy grin immediately spread across Logic's face like morning sunshine as he realized what I said. "I am sure you won't be disappointed. Now, let's get the fuck out of here, before you change your mind."
Excited, elated and charged with anticipation, he laughed as he quickly lifted me up, threw me over his shoulders like a cave man, and carried to the door of the restaurant. 'Being the charismatic, sexy, devil that he was he smacked me hard on my ass and yelled, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"
"HO, HO, HO!" I added.
Chapter 6
The super stretch, luxurious limo was loaded and equipped with everything, and anything imaginable. It even had a hot tub and a full size water bed in the back. Champagne chilled in a metal ice bucket and Logic took the liberty of popping the cork as the limo driver awaited instructions to our destination.
"Will we be making any other stops before we reach Baltimore, Mr. Hart?
"No we'll be going straight through. Oh and please put on some Old School music and put the privacy curtain up, Tracey. Thank you."
"No, problem. Enjoy the trip." Tracey smiled as he watched me take a sip of my champagne.
"Thanks." I smiled.
"Enjoy ride, Ms. Waters." He tipped his hat and said as he closed the limo door.
Now I know it goes without saying, but I'm going to say it anyway. I know some of you are saying, "This girl is such a damn hoe! A straight up slut!"
You're probably right. Well at least partially right. What you fell to realize is that I'm a grown ass woman and not a girl. Yes I've had one night stands and slept with men on the first date. And the truth of the matter is that that not one of them was half as fine or even remotely as rich and charming as Logic Hart. Besides, my body craved this man like a junky craves a fix. Something that feels so right, cant possibly be wrong.
Logic and I patiently sipped our champagne as the privacy curtain slowly went up and the smooth mellow sound of classic R&B begin to permeate the already sexually charged atmosphere.
"I wonder does he have any old Al Greene up there." I teased.
Logic chuckled, "That's pretty cute. But, I'm good. I think I’ve solved that problem.” He leaned closer and whispered into my ear before nibbling my neck.
“You think so?” I responded as my fingers begin to unbutton his shirt.
“Absolutely.” He assured me with a confident grin as his gentle hands slipped in my blouse and begin to caress my large breasts.
I moaned as his sensual touch made its way beneath my skirt and lingered between my thighs before ever so delicately stroking the lips of my purring kitty kat. As he nibbled his way down the side of my neck to my shoulders I decided to go on a little treasure hunt of my on. Something big and long moved as my hand brushed across the front of his pants and I was determined to find it and set it free. My eyes locked on his as I slowly unzipped his pants. His breath grew deeper and deeper in anticipation as I dipped my hands into his pants, grabbed his swollen dick and gently stroked it back and forth.
A deep sigh erupted from his throat indicating that daddy liked. "God your hands feel so soft." He groaned as I continued to drive him crazy with my magic touch.
Not to be out done and assuring me that he knew what he was doing, his fingers dipped beneath the lace edges of my already wet thong and located my pleasure palace. Swollen and looking for some hot, wet kisses, my clit thumped as his thumb methodically coached it from it's protective hood. My eyes rolled back in my head and my breath briefly ceased as I enjoyed the pleasure of his slow hand.
"Kiss me." I heard my voice whisper, although I don't recall speaking.
"Where? His sultry, sexy husky voice asked as he continued to suck the nape of my neck.
"Everywhere." I groaned as my body rapidly began to respond to his sensual kisses and his erotic touch.
"Let's go to the back." He managed to say as I slow stroked his rapidly expanding manhood. "Damn your hands feel incredible."
"Wait to you feel my mouth." I whispered.
"Okay let's go to bed." He decided as he quickly begin to strip off his clothes.
I instinctively followed his lead. Stripping down to only my bra and panties I joined him on the water bed in the back of the limo. Covered completely with fresh red and white rose petals the bed shifted ever so slightly as I climbed on.
Logic smiled as he saw my Christmas red bra and panties. "I see somebody had the Christmas spirit after all."
"Oh yeah and who would that be?" I seductively teased as I took my time allowing him to get a good look at how much a tasty treat I actually was. My full breast, flat abs and a big old round ghetto booty mesmerized him and made his mouth water.
"Somebody who's about to get a sleigh ride on my face. Come up here so that I can taste you."
A sinister grin appeared over my face. I love a man who loves to give as much as he receives.
Enjoying giving as much as I loved receiving I strategically positioned myself in the sixty nine- So everybody can come on time, position. Uninhibited and unashamed we begin to devour each other in the back of that limo. Logic's mouth was ravenous and eager to please. He sucked my entire koochie in it with one large gulp.
Shocked and turned out, I thought I was going to faint it felt so damn good. Not willing to be out done I firmly grasped the base of his cock and sucked it's fullness to the deepest crevice of my throat before popping it out of my mouth and repeating.
Logic immediately groaned, "Oh hell yeah."
My big brown eyes looked back and searched his for approval and found something strangely odd there- adoration. Believe it or not I had to concede that I was more to this man than a piece of hot tail on Christmas Eve. "Could it be that he actually wanted more from me than pussy? Oh God I hope so." I thought.
As mind blowing a concept as that was I was quickly snatched back to reality as my body begin to involuntarily shake from a thunderous orgasm that was quickly rising from the core of my sensuality. Logic had latched on to my clit and turned that little nugget into a complete happy meal. Thrown completely off my game plan and totally hooked on this magically delicious man, I gave in and allowed him to bring me to completion with my first of multiple glass shattering orgasmic releases.
Logic smiled as I collapsed on the water bed in total sweet submission. "I'll be right back he said as he went to retrieve a condom from his wallet, before realizing that he didn't have one. "Damn! He groaned.
"What's wrong?"
"I thought I had a condom. I forgot that up until today I was in a committed relationship."
"You didn't use condoms?" I asked a little concerned.
"Yeah, but I didn't have to carry them around with me. We only had sex at the house, unless we went out of town."
"Is this what you're looking for? I asked as I magically produced a condom.
"Were did you get that?"
"From my purse."
"So, you carry condoms around in your purse?"
"Yes, I do. I'm single, remember. Don't judge me, Logic. I'm just trying to stay alive."
"Hey I'm not judging you. I'm just happy to see this." He said as he took the condom from my outstretched hand. "Let's go, we're not done." He said as he headed back to the water bed.
"Do you need some help." I offered.
"No, not really. I'm not ready for it yet." He said as he laid back on the bed, placing the condom beside him. Come here." He coached.
I slowly crawled across the bed and sat on his flat, well toned abs and waited for further instructions. It was easy to tell that Logic liked being the man in the relationship and I was quickly learning that I had to allow him to take charge. Accustomed to making my own decisions it wasn't easy for me to relinquish control, especially when it comes to making love. I wanted what I wanted, when I wanted it and how I wanted it. Those were the rules, those were my terms and that was not negotiable.
He smiled as he watched me patiently await his next command. "This isn't easy for you is it?"
"What?" I asked, though I knew exactly what he was talking about."
"Trusting someone else with your happiness and gratification."
"No, not really." I simply responded.
"Then why are you doing it?"
I hesitated. "Because it's important to you. And that makes it important to me."
"Do you want me?"
"Yes."
"Then show me." He said as he laid back on the bed.
"What do you want me to do?
"Whatever you want. It's your turn to be in control. That's what a relationship is all about- give and take, sacrifice and compromise. Do you think you can do that?
"Yes."
He smiled. "Great, then tell me how you like it so that I can please you."
"Be still." I replied as I stuck my had in his boxer briefs and begin to massage his nature until it completely stiffened in my hands.
His eyes were closed, but I could tell he enjoyed every single stroke. Reaching for the condom I continued to pleasure him with my hand as I expertly placed the condom on his engorged, hard, nature. Without a word I mounted him, gasping as he entered me. Logic was thick and long and exactly how I loved it. His big strong hands encircled my waist as I methodically bounced up and down and rocked back and forth until we were both inches away from nirvana.
"Okay, I'll take it from here he announced as he quickly flipped me on my back and tossed my legs over his shoulder.
His huge dick sank deep into me filling me completely. He started off with slow, long, even strokes that sent ripples of sensual pleasure and sweet pain through every cell of my body. As his stroke grew quicker and less controlled I knew that he was quickly approaching relief. Strategically isolating my vaginal muscles I contracted and released at just the precise moment to heighten both our pleasures.
"Oh shit... That feels good. " Logic groaned as he enjoyed each and every contraction. I hope you're ready because I'm not going to be able to hold it much longer."
"Yes. I'm ready." I nodded as I felt my own orgasm rushing over me like a raging river. as he feverishly rubbed my swollen clit.
"Oh FUCK!" Logic moaned as he pumped harder in an effort to break my back as he released hard and fast.
But I didn't mind because my orgasm came two strokes behind his. And although he started first, we finished together. Exhausted, sweaty and hot we collapsed in each others arms, cuddled and enjoyed the after glow that only comes from good, toe cracking sex.
Chapter 7
Logic and I lay quietly in each others arms for the bulk of the remainder of the ride home. Logic was so quiet that I thought he had fallen asleep. The events of the day ran through my mind like an Olympic track star. So much had happened, some of it bad and some of it really good.
I just wasn't one hundred percent certain that my hookup with Logic would prove to be a good thing. Don't get me wrong, the sex was phenomenal, but if we put everything in perspective I'm just the rebound chick. The thought of that frightened me. I like this man. In fact I like him a lot. As I quickly begin to unravel, realizing that probably, none of the things that he said or I felt were truly real an interior light in the limo bounced off the Tiffany engagement ring that was still on my finger.
"Oh my God! I gasped.
"What's wrong?" A startled Logic stirred and asked.
"I still have on your ring. I am so sorry. We forgot all about it."
"Oh, I thought you saw another reindeer." He joked as he laid back, closed his eyes and went back to sleep or what ever the hell he was doing.
"Did you forget I had it?"
"No, not really." He nonchalantly replied.
"So, why didn't you just ask for it back?" I asked confused.
"Probably because I didn't want it back."
"What?" I don't understand."
"I want you to hold on to it."
"Oh my God! Here comes the crazy ass shit. I knew this was too damn good to be true." I said as I looked for my bra and panties and quickly put them on.
"What? What are you talking about and where are you going?" Logic laughed.
"You! I'm talking about you!" I retaliated. "We just met and you're giving me an engagement ring. So what, I guess now that we had sex we're engaged or some crazy ass shit?"
Logic laughed even harder. "Will you just calm down and listen. You didn't let me finish. I can explain if you let me."
"Okay, go ahead. This is going to be a good one."
"I want you to hold on to the ring not as an engagement ring, but as sort of a promise ring."
"A promise ring. A five hundred fuckin thousand dollar promise ring, seriously! And you don't see how that's even worse."
"No as a matter of fact I don't."
"Oh my God. Where are we? Are we even going to DC?"
Realizing that I was understandably upset and quickly unraveling like a second hand, crocheted bikini, Logic rolled over and pressed one of the buttons on the console of the headboard. "Tracey..."
"Yes, Mr. Hart?" Tracey responded over the intercom.
"How far are we from Washington, DC?"
"Roughly one hundred and twenty miles, sir."
"Thanks."
"Has our destination changed, sir."
"I'm not sure. Let me check with Ms. Waters. I'll let you know in a few."
"So, Ms. Zatoya Waters... Has our destination changed?"
"Logic, please tell me that you're not some psychopath taking me somewhere to kill me and make a dress out of my skin."
Logic laughed, "What the hell? Are you serious?"
"It's not funny. It happens."
"Okay, okay... Look, I promise that I'm not psychotic, I'm not going to kill you and I have no need of a dress of any kind. And most of all I promise that I'd never intentionally hurt you. That's why I said think of it as a promise ring."
"I still don't get it."
"From the moment I approached you, you've been skeptical of me. But the second I showed you that ring, it somehow seemed to validate everything I said and you instantly relaxed and let me in. Toy, I trust you with the ring. I just wanted you to trust me with you."
"I'm sorry, I got all crazy. It's just that I've never had the luxury of trusting a man to do anything except fuck me over. This whole night has been bizarre to say the least and I keeping waiting for the totally unnecessary drama that continues pursue me like a shadow."
"I like you Toy. But you have to give just an inch. Stop being so pessimistic. The whole world has not joined forced against you. Yes, some men come to destroy, but eventually one is going to come to rebuild. And that's the role that I want to play if you'd only let me." Logic replied as he pull me into his massive arms.
His expensive cologne was alluring, his swagger was undeniable and his sexuality was absolutely intoxicating. Hell, who was I kidding. I had trusted crazier looking men who couldn't even afford to buy me a damn Kid's Meal.
Nothing at all about this man, screamed Rooney Tune. Hell, I was the one acting like a damn crazy woman. Logic was obviously insanely rich, well dressed, educated, articulate and soft spoken. He was a complete gentleman and a true rare find who just happened to find and rescue me all in one night. Immediately all fear and doubt fell away and I conceded that for once my apprehension and skepticism needed to take a back seat to my passion. Serial killer, stalker, rapist, domestic abuser or whatever he may or may not be- this man was as fine as the hair on a frog's balls and at this very moment despite all my bullshit he was completely captivated by me.
"So what's it going to be, Toy? Do you want me to drop you off in DC, or are you going to relax and let me shamelessly spoil you at my home?"
Without hesitation or reservation I pressed the intercom button. "Tracey we'll be continuing on to Mr. Hart's home as originally planned."
"No problem Ms. Waters. We should be arriving there in a little over an hour."
"Take your time. There's no rush."
A broad sexy grin covered Logic's face as I begin to slowly undress.
"Can I come back to bed?"
"Please do. This water bed is as cold as an Eskimo's tit without you."
"Oh yeah? Let me see what I can do to warm you up." I responded as I crawled in bed into his waiting arms.
"So how do you feel about regifting?" Logic asked as he gently kissed me on the forehead.
"Depends upon what's being regifted."
"Hell, it's a ton of shit beneath that tree for my ex-girlfriend."
"I hope there's some clothes I can fit. If not I'm going to be naked." I giggled as I snuggled in his arms.
"Umm, I'm sure we'll find something for you to put on. But I was thinking about something a little bigger."
"Like what?" I asked puzzled.
Logic hesitated. "Don't freak out when I say it."
"I won't. I promise. What is it?"
"A 650 SL Mercedes just like mine." He cautiously replied as he gaged my reaction. "I bought it for my ex."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, you'll need a car to get around in until yours is replaced. Especially if you'll be driving back and forth to Baltimore."
"Logic I don't know what to say... It's too much... It's too soon. We just met. I hardly know you. Okay well if you insist. Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"
Logic laughed as he pulled me on top of him. His eyes engaged mine for an uncomfortably long time. "I like you Ms. Zatoya Waters."
"I can tell Mr. Logic Hart."
"What are you doing for New Years Eve?"
"Spending it with my man in Baltimore."
Logic's sexy mouth curled up into a smile. "How long can you take off from work? I want to take you to Vegas."
"Actually I'm off for a week, but can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything."
"What do you do for a living?"
"I play football for the Las Vegas Kings."
"Are you fuckin serious?" I blurted. "You actually play for the NFL? Are you any good? I mean what position do you play? Do you start?" I quickly bombarded him with questions.
Logic laughed. "Okay stop. I don't even begin to know where to start answering all of that. So I'm not going to even try. Just Google me later. But right now, your man has something else for you to do."
"Oh yeah and what is that?" I asked as I watched Logic, methodically, slow stroke his shaft until it was good and hard.
"Whatever you want as long as it involves this."
A sinister smile crept over my face as my hands replaced Logic's on his hard dick. Realizing that this was in fact the best Christmas I ever had, I said, "Merry Christmas Santa."
"HO, HO, HO! Logic groaned as his gigantic candy cane slowly disappeared in my mouth.
About the Author
Brenda Stokes Lee is an author, screenwriter, novelist and a good old fashioned storyteller who refuses to let a trivial little thing like the truth come between her and a good story.
Born in North Carolina, but raised outside of Washington DC, this writer is a Morgan State University graduate who currently resides in the suburbs of Baltimore, MD.
Creative, funny and full of tall tales of love, mystery, fantasy, action, intrigue and grown folk's drama, Brenda is determined to make you laugh, to make you cry and most important to make you feel alive.
The All Mye Queen’s Men Chronicles of Love Includes
Book 1 All Mye Queen’s Men- A Love of Her Own
Book 2 All Mye Queen’s Men- Weathering Love's Storm
Book 3 All Mye Queen’s Men- No More Secrets
Book 4 All Mye Queen’s Men- New Beginnings
Book 5 All Mye Queen’s Men- Two Forbidden Loves
Book 6 All Mye Queen’s Men- There Can Be Only One King
All Available for Purchase @ http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/w8n2excel