WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT WHEN CARMA'S INVOLVED?

DIECINUEVE

“Alixx? Where are you going?” So much for sneaking out.

“I'm going to sleep at the office until we figure out what we're going to do.”

“Oh. Just so you know, people told me you sucked in bed, that's why I pushed you away. I was attracted to the person, not in a s*xual way.” Using the word ‘was’ meant ‘never’.

I couldn’t hold my tongue. “Then why keep me drunk, marry me, and let me drop a load in you? Huh?”

“Having s*x on your wedding night is special and romantic. It's no one's fault but your own that you are a one-pump chump. Fck, Alixx. You weren't even one pump. The head went in, and you blew like you were a teenage boy sticking your d**k in a warm apple pie.” It has been a long time since I sucked that badly in bed.

I left before saying something we would both regret. Plenty of nights were spent at the office. Before and during this relationship. My office is my refuge. A place I control desired outcomes. Carma has no way of getting in after hours. If only I were going to the office. I drove around trying to figure out how I got into this mess and how to get out of it. Carma pushed me toward a route I’d never explored before. If only I could blame my actions on her and be done with it all. I mean, I could. I won’t. Before heading to Family Heights, I drove past a Chinese restaurant. Stressing over the giant mess, I haven't been taking proper care of myself.

Arriving at my temporary residence, the first thing I noticed was the top floor lights shining brightly under the night sky. While unloading my car, a family renting one of the apartments recognized me and stopped to chat. Ms. Martins is a sweet mother of four rambunctious kids. When her application was submitted, she was living in her van while the kids stayed at their friend’s homes. There were more applications sent in by homeless shelters, women's shelters, veteran's shelters, and then you had families looking for smaller or cheaper to make ends meet than apartments available. Twenty applicants were chosen by me. The rest were chosen at random through a raffle. I chose Ms. Martins and her family. It was a sober and humbling few minutes of chatting. Stories like Ms. Martins’ is why I want to continue helping those in need.

Tapping my foot to the music being played in the elevator, pushed me into an even better mood. Once the doors opened, I hooked a right and headed to my place. Peace and quiet. Just what the doctor ordered for my sanity. I placed the food on the counter, my briefcase on the floor, and fixed myself using the bathroom mirror. Satisfied, I snatched the four plastic bag handles and waltzed my ass to see the woman next door.

“WHO?” She yelled from inside her apartment.

“It's Alixx.” I counted four locks unlocking and a chain.

“Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Savage?” Inviting me in would be a good start.

I act like a d**k when we are in proximity to each other. Raising the bags as a peace offering, I also wished to make amends. Opening the door wider, she gestured for me to enter. I carried the food into the kitchen and placed it on the table. As if it were my place, I searched her cabinets, and found plates and silverware. She watched as I set the table and removed the containers. Then she came up behind me. It was close enough for me to smell her perfume.

“How are you, Mr. Savage? I know we saw each other earlier...”

I whipped around and pinned her to the wall that was closer than I thought. What is it with this woman turning me on without doing a thing? Our eyes were locked, hers daring me to make a move. I couldn't. It wasn't right to crucify Carma for cheating after I returned the favor. Dropping my hands from her shoulders, I tried to turn away. Harmoney grabbed my shirt and yanked me to her. Our lips did not miss their intended mark.

My hands held her gently as our tongues playfully rolled around. Her soft fingers lifted my shirt and skimmed my torso to my pecs and then her nails dug in as she dragged down. For a woman that likes women, she knows how to turn a man on. Separating from her, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and off. A s*xy red laced bra was underneath. Taking my hand, she led me to the sofa and pushed me down.

Was she about to do a deed I never asked a female to do? “Harmoney.”

It was too late. The devil crawled inside her. Unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my zipper down unleashed the one-eyed monster lurking beneath the material. There was one other time her hand touched AJ, Alixx Jr, but I had pants on. Her hand was hot, like her blood boiled within her veins. That mouth of hers, even hotter. It's been a long time since my d**k had been gobbled down the throat of a seductress. Having a voluptuous and shapely goddess lick and suck as if her life depended on getting to the ooey gooey center of my lollipop, was on a level I never knew existed.

Holding back my eruption took a lot. I stopped before the earthquake shook me to my core and sent my hot liquid shooting out. Pushing her away and motioning for her to stand, I kissed her belly as I caressed the exposed parts of her body until I reached the waistband of her joggers and shimmied them down. A matching red laced thong appeared. Yummy. I took a bite out of crime as I guided her legs free of her pants. Her thighs are thick but toned. Her plump full ass drove me crazy. I couldn't get enough of her. Ripping her lace thong off, I sat back and admired her bare p*ssy. Two fingers inched between her thighs and became slathered in her juice. Then I made her watch as I used her self-made lube to jerk off. This woman kneeled on the back of the sofa and served me dessert. I groaned when it disappeared. Seconds later, her walls bear hugged my shaft. Harmoney flowed all over me and I went with it. I watched as she rode me like a pro. Her eyes closed, hands on my pecs, nails digging in every time her spot was rubbed the right way. No words were needed to express how we felt and what we needed from each other. Grabbing her wide hips, I forced her down and helped her grind on me. Her nails dug so deep I felt the skin rip apart as she climaxed. I didn't want to stop, but she was getting tired. Standing up, pumping away, I laid us down on the chaise. Now she dug up my back and I fcking loved it. I kissed the top of her breasts, neck, jaw, chin, lips. Everything felt great. Until......

“Oh fck. This is so wrong.” Mind you, she was like a bear ripping me apart.

“It's perfect.”

“We should stop.” FCK ME!

“I will if you want me to.”

Both hands lifted my head off her shoulder, and she kissed me. I took it as she didn't want me to stop. More so as her legs wrapped around my hips. Our relentless kiss distracted me to the point of not feeling my hot lava rise to the surface. Nanoseconds from spillage, I tried to get her to release her legs, but she had a kung fu grip.

“I'm gonna release. You need to let me go.”

“Uh-huh. Me too.” That was all she wrote, fam. Her final climax vibrated her walls before throbbing on my shaft, causing a steamy, sticky pile of white lava to be expelled.

Panting my fcking brains out, my phone rang. Not wanting to leave home, I stretched for my pants to grab my phone. Dad had impeccable timing. A few deep breaths in and out, then I answered using as few words as possible. He found me a divorce attorney. Swell. Before telling me who it was, he yammered on about Carma and how I made the biggest mistake of my life. I chuckled. If only Carma had seen her one-pump chump of a husband in action with a real woman. Then it turned into I should be grateful he managed to convince the person to take me on as a client. Finally, he spit out the name. I thanked him and hung up. My head rested on Harmoney's chest and listened as her heartbeat returned to its normal rhythm.

She asked, “Are you hungry?” Little rivers of our mixed fluids flowed around my soft package.

“I could eat.”

We kissed one last time before I pulled out. A string of sticky goo held on until I used my finger to sever the final link between us. She disappeared into another room, and I carried everything from the kitchen to the living room. No plates, we could eat straight out of the containers. Throwing a wet cloth in my lap, I cleaned up. She laid out a towel for herself before sitting. The TV came to life, and some show I’d never heard of is what she decided upon. The premise had me thinking about what my life could’ve been like if I’d dropped Carma like the bad habit she is and married Harmoney.

“Are you ever going to call me by my first name?”

“Prolly not.” She answered through bites and laughs.

“Not to ruin the amazing time. Why didn't you let me pull out? We should use condoms if this is going to continue.”

“What's the point if I'm already pregnant?” The fork filled with lo mein was halfway to my mouth when I froze. This could not be for real. My wife and..... and..... I don't know what to call her, or us for that matter. Is she my mistress, side chick, girlfriend, future wife? I am freaking out internally. “I have an appointment for blood work tomorrow. I should know for sure a few hours later.”

“Jesus Christ, Harmoney.” I threw the container into the bag. “All I do is fck up everyone's life. Including my own.”

“Sit down, stay calm, and eat. We will get through this.”

I stared at her like she was a lunatic. How could she be so calm when disclosing that and after we just.....? Blood work meant she wasn't sure and there was no point getting all worked up without a positive answer. If she’s not, I just... and this time could be the time it takes. FCK! FCKIN’ FCK FCK!