Who Ya Wit'

by Brenda Hampton

Genres: African American Women's Fiction; Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Full-figured diva Desa Rae Jenkins and her lover boy, Roc Dawson, have finally agreed to make their way down the aisle for better or worse, richer or poorer, and no mess whatsoever shall keep them apart. Several weeks before the long-awaited wedding, however, Desa Rae is confronted by a woman from the past who makes her aware of Roc's naughty nights in a place known as Hell House.The betrayal sends them back to what Desa Rae considers square one, but then the unthinkable happens. Roc discovers that she's been keeping some secrets too. During a prior visit to her son's college, Desa Rae and her ex-husband, Reggie, dared to go where they never thought they'd venture again. As a result, Roc is ready to put his foot where the sun doesn't shine. He doesn't believe that Desa Rae would do him like that. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Each one continues to make a case for why the other is guilty as charged. Black love is, once again, on the chopping block. Can love survive, or will Desa Rae and Roc come to a difficult decision to put their ongoing madness to rest and settle for being long-distance friends?

Release date: October 1, 2013

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

I mean, just where do I begin? Never thought I would be revisiting the whole marriage thing again, but there I was planning every single detail in my head.

At almost forty-five, I didn’t want an extravagant wedding. A nice, simple wedding with minimal family and friends would suit me just fine. I was more than thrilled about finding a man who I intended to spend the rest of my life with. Roc was a little over fifteen years younger than I was, but what I had learned over the years was that age was just a number. Roc had way more sense than my ex-husband, Reggie, had. Time and time again, Roc stepped up to the plate to show me just how much he loved me. We, no doubt, had our struggles, but what couple didn’t?

After years of trying to fight my issues with him being younger, I finally looked in the mirror, deciding that life was too short to let a decent man pass me by. It wasn’t worth it being so angry all the time and I couldn’t make the people in my life be the way I wanted them to be. There were certain things about Roc that I was willing to accept. Minor things, like him smoking marijuana, using profanities, referring to his friends as niggas, and hanging with friends who I viewed as bad influences. The way I looked at it was, my love for him had to be strong enough to push those issues aside. I decided to save those concerns for another lifetime. In this lifetime, I would be Mrs. Rocky Dawson and nothing or no one was about to change that.

For the past two and a half months, Roc had been away from me and our four-year-old daughter, Chassidy. He’d been invited to be a participant in a reality show called Hell House. It revolved around the last person in the house winning some money, and I thought it would be a good idea for Roc to be a participant. Not specifically for the money, but I saw it as an opportunity for us to inject space into our relationship and for him to get away from some of those no-good friends of his. Roc didn’t win the challenge, so he was now back at home. I was so glad about that, only because I had been going crazy without him. It upset me that while he was away, we weren’t allowed to speak on a regular basis. But as soon as he came home, I was on a serious high. I’d been on a high ever since and only the Lord knew how much I missed my man.

While sitting in my office at work, I started to daydream about the day Roc came home.

Chassidy and I just got done with dinner. Afterward, I tucked her in bed and read her a bedtime story. Almost right away, she fell asleep and I turned down the lights in her dolled-up room that was decked out in pink and white. I closed the door halfway, just so I could check on her before I went to sleep. On the way to my bedroom, I stopped in the family room to grab one of my favorite books from a bookshelf. I was in the mood to read it again, and on a Saturday night, I wasn’t ready to call it a night. My best friend, Monica, was on a date with her man, and my son, Latrel, and his wife had their own lives. They definitely didn’t want to be bothered with me.

With Roc being away, I did what I was accustomed to doing, which was chill at home and get cozy with a book. I got comfortable in my king-sized bed with my back against the headboard. My cotton pajama pants and top felt warm against my skin and my hair was full of curls that were cut into a stylish bob. Since my mouth was dry, I reached over to my nightstand to get a piece of Juicy Fruit gum. After popping the gum into my mouth, I got busy reading.

Nearly fifteen minutes in, I heard a noise that caused my body to stiffen. Every little noise alarmed me, especially since I had a bad encounter with a schoolmate who I invited into my home and trusted that he would do right. That didn’t turn out so well, and he wound up being arrested for breaking into my home and assaulting me. The noise I heard sounded like a squeaking door. Since I forgot to set the alarm, I knew that sitting on my butt wasn’t going to do any good.

I slowly moved the cover aside and tiptoed out of bed. My gun was tucked away in a shoebox in the closet, so I made my way over to it. I carefully removed the gun, and when I heard another noise that sounded like a floor creaking, my nerves started to rattle. My slippery palms could barely hold the gun that was shaking in my hands. All I could think about was Chassidy. I inched my way down the hallway, noticing that her bedroom door was still cracked how I left it. I glanced down the hallway, seeing a sliver of light coming from the kitchen. After a few more steps, I could see that the refrigerator door was wide open. I didn’t know if I should scream or reach for the phone to call the police. I figured they wouldn’t get here in time, so I took a deep breath as I moved forward to deal with my intruder.

The kitchen was partially dark and all I could see was his white tennis shoes.

“I have a gun aiming right at you. If you try anything stupid, I swear that I will shoot.”

The man eased his hands in the air and slowly stood straight up. That was when I noticed it was Roc. “Now, why would you want to shoot me? All I was doin’ was lookin’ for some wine so we could celebrate daddy bein’ home.”

A sigh of relief came over me as Roc smiled, displaying those pearly white teeth and dimples that made my day. I hurried to place the gun on the counter and rushed right into his arms. His grip was tight around my waist as he squeezed me.

“No words can express how happy I am to see you,” I said. I held the sides of his handsome face and wasted no time sticking my tongue into his mouth for a little dance.

“Mmmm,” he moaned between sloppy, wet kisses. “Maybe I should stay gone this long all the time. I can’t remember a time when you were ever this excited to see me.”

We were still locked in a tight embrace. Neither of us was ready to let go. “No, I never want you to stay away for that long again. I was going nuts not hearing from you but I, at least, knew you were safe. I definitely want to hear about all of the action inside of Hell House, but tonight is about you and me.”

“You’re damn right it is and it will always be.”

Roc leaned in for another kiss. That was when I pulled on his shirt, tearing it away from his chest that was built like a linebacker’s. A few buttons hit the floor and I made a quick mental note to purchase him another shirt for Christmas.

“Ho . . . hold up, ma,” he said, backing inches away from me. “I want this to be right. Let me go get out of the rest of my clothes, hit the shower, and then make love to you like I’ve been dyin’ to do.”

I ignored Roc. I had waited too long to feel him inside of me again. His hot shower had to be put on the backburner. He knew that we weren’t going to follow his plan when I started to unzip his jeans. I also removed my pajamas, giving him a hint. All I had on was a pair of ocean blue silk panties, no bra.

“Shame on me for not being able to wait,” I said. “To hell with your shower. I need you right now.”

Filled with love and a whole lot of lust, Roc’s hooded eyes searched me over. His smile was back again and I didn’t have to remove his jeans because he did. He grabbed my waist and backed me up to the counter. After lifting me on top of it, he dropped his head to my breasts and brushed his tongue in between them.

“Have I told you how much l love you yet?” he said.

“No. Not yet. And I’ve been waiting to hear it, but you seemed more interested in what was in the fridge than coming to the bedroom where you knew I’d be.”

“You can be sure that I was comin’ there next. But I like it even better that you came to me.”

Roc licked his tongue down my stomach and into my navel. I leaned back on my elbows then threw one of my legs over his shoulder. He touched up and down my leg, and then slipped his finger along the wet crotch of my moist panties.

“I can already taste what I’m about to get myself into. My dick aimin’ for attention, but my mouth is thirsty for your pussy, too. Decisions . . . decisions.”

It didn’t matter to me either way where he ventured to first. But as soon as I thought about his tongue entering me, the phone rang in my office. My thoughts about our night together went straight out the window. I could still feel my coochie doing a number on me, so I crossed my legs and snatched up the phone.

“Desa Rae Jenkins. How may I help you?”

“You can help me by bein’ on time for dinner tonight. How late are you workin’?” Roc asked.

I couldn’t help but to smile. Almost every day that I left work, I had a caring, sexy, and good-looking man to go home to. Unfortunately, sometimes he stayed the night at his house, too. “I’m leaving on time today. I assume you’re cooking dinner for us and I promise not to be late.”

“Your assumption would be on point. I’m pickin’ up Chassidy from school in about an hour, and then I’m takin’ her to Monica’s house for the weekend. When you get home, ma, you’re all mine for the next three days.”

“Is that so?” I teased. “I get to stay with you for the whole weekend? Please tell me what you’re going to do for an entire weekend to keep me busy.”

“I can show you better than I can tell you. I’ll also say that you won’t be disappointed.”

“I have a feeling that I won’t be either. Give Chassidy a big kiss for me and tell her I’ll see her Sunday.”

“Will do. Now, hurry home.”

Roc ended the call. I looked at the round clock on the wall, seeing that it was almost three o’clock. I had two hours to waste, so I got busy looking over student information forms that needed to be filled out correctly.

Almost four months ago, several departments at St. Louis Community College downsized. Two executives cut their staffs and they were now in the same department with me and my boss, Mr. Anderson. There was so much for me to do that I was offered a promotion and was now the lead administrative assistant for our department. The other two ladies now reported to me. It was my responsibility to delegate work and assign certain duties that came from the executives. I loved how everything flowed well in our department. With the other ladies working just as hard as I was, I couldn’t have asked for a better staff.

For the next hour or so, I worked on the student information sheets. I couldn’t keep my mind off Roc, so I started thumbing through a Belize travel brochure. We talked about going there for our honeymoon, or to Hawaii. Nothing was confirmed yet, and I hadn’t even set a wedding date. I was thinking more like late spring or early summer, possibly May. That was less than seven months away, so there was plenty of time to figure out honeymoon plans.

As I indulged in the brochures, there was a knock on my door. When I looked up, I saw Shawna peek her head inside.

“Do you mind if I take off?” she asked. “My work is done and I have a busy weekend ahead of me with my son’s birthday party.”

“Sure, Shawna. I’ll see you Monday. Tell Devon I said happy birthday.”

Shawna said that she would and left. Shortly thereafter, Paula came into my office and asked if she could leave too. I saw no reason why she couldn’t, especially since Mr. Anderson, Mr. Lowe, and Mr. Gibson were already gone for the day. I, however, stayed around until five to make sure there were no issues in our department. There weren’t, so I snatched up my purse and keys, and rushed home to my Roc. Unfortunately for me, when I got there, he was nowhere in sight.

Talk about somebody who was glad to be back on my turf—I definitely was. Hell House was fun while it lasted, but I was ready to get the fuck out of there and back to reality.

Life with Desa Rae was peaceful. I’d been home for almost two weeks now, but only a few people knew I was here. Most of the time, I stayed at Desa Rae’s house, but stayed at my crib a few nights to make sure my cousin, Andre, had been handling his business like he was supposed to. I let him chill at my place because he had no other place to go. Neither of his parents was around and I was tired of him always running to my grandmother for everything. It seemed like Dre and me were becoming what me and Ronnie used to be. Dre looked up to me, as I once did Ronnie. I undeniably had Dre’s back and it was no secret that he needed some guidance.

After I dropped off Chassidy at Monica’s house, I decided to make a quick stop at my crib, just to make sure everything was good. The music thumping through the speakers in my SUV was booming. I stopped at a red light on the corner of New Halls Ferry Road and Lindbergh. My head was bobbing to the beat of the lyrics, but when I heard a horn I turned my head to the side. Inside of the car beside me was a chick I knew from high school, Trinay. I lowered my window to holla.

“What’s up, Rockster?” she said. “Looking good, with yo’ fine self. I knew that was you over there.”

“You lookin’ good too, shorty. Stay up and I’ll holla another time.”

I hit her with deuces and accelerated so I wouldn’t miss the light. Through my rearview mirror, I could see her following me. But, I would be the first to say that I was in no way interested in hooking up with nobody. I was with the woman I loved and the one I intended to spend the rest of my life with. Aside from the one unfortunate incident during my Hell House stay, I was done creeping on Desa Rae. I felt bad behind that shit, and over time, I realized just how fucked up my actions were. My mind had been flooded with the thoughts of what happened between me and a chick named Chase. What we had done was on my mind as I drove to my crib.

Chase didn’t know how to get high, so I provided blow-by-blow details. She did exactly as I told her, and from there it was smooth sailing.

“There you go, ma. That’s how you do that shit,” I said with a slow nod.

She took another puff from the joint then another. I could see her eyelids getting heavy, but I was sure that the feel of my arms around her waist made her comfortable. She gave the joint back to me and watched as I finished it off.

“I feel lightheaded,” Chase said, giggling.

“That’s because it’s workin’.”

It was working for me too, so I got up to remove my wife beater. “It’s hot as hell in here,” I said. “That air conditioner ain’t about nothin’.”

Chase fanned herself with her hand. “Even if it was, I’d still be hot.”

Following my lead, Chase stood to remove the yellow T-shirt she had on that was cut above her midriff. She also took off her jeans, leaving her in a nude-colored bra and panties. The room was partially dark, but I could definitely see her curves and gap that wanted to be filled. My eyes narrowed then I sat back on the couch, continuing to scan her curves.

“I wasn’t talkin’ about yo’ kind of hot. Put your clothes back on before you start somethin’ up in here,” I said.

“Duh, that’s what I want to do. And just so you know, our definitions of hot are different.”

Chase straddled my lap to face me. Her arms fell on my broad shoulders, but knowing that Desa Rae wouldn’t approve of this, I didn’t want to touch Chase.

“I’m not mad at you for comin’ up with your own definition, but we need to cool out with all these teasin’ tactics,” I said.

“How about you cool out and I go ahead and do me?”

My lips were clamped shut as Chase slithered down to the floor and got on her knees in front of me. She maneuvered her way in between my legs and tugged at the string on my sweatpants.

“Why you fuckin’ with me, ma?” I said in a soft voice. “I already told you what was up.”

“Yeah, you did. But don’t be upset with me for trying to relax your mind and, for one day, relieve you of some of the overwhelming stress you’ve been under.”

I didn’t respond, so she assumed I was down for whatever. I watched as she carefully eased my dick out of my sweats, watching as it flung out long, thick, and hard as a piece of steel.

Chase secured my pipe with both hands then dropped her head into my lap to go to work. My muscle stretched her mouth wide. Deep throating me was near impossible, but she put forth every effort to bring me pleasure. Every inch of me was covered with her dripping saliva. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t keep still. I squeezed the back of her neck and pumped her mouth like it was a hot pussy.

“Daaaam,” I said in a whisper. “Do that shit, girl.”

Chase planned to do it, but not with my sweats on. She backed away from my goods to lower my sweats. I helped, and I also stood to remove my shoes. I even reached over to assist Chase with removing her bra and panties. And after we both were naked, I relaxed back on the couch, propping one leg on the table and stretching my other leg on the couch. With easier access, Chase got back on her knees and scooted in between my legs. This time, she added my balls to the mix, rolling them around in her mouth. Her slick hands massaged up and down my shaft, but most of the attention was given to my head.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “I’m about to turn loose on yo’ ass if you keep that shit up.”

Chase hurried to bring me to her justice, and when I let loose, she swallowed every last drop.

“Fuck,” I shouted while squeezing my muscle. “This muthafucka feelin’ hyped!”

It didn’t take long for my goods to rise to the occasion again. Chase rolled a condom on my dick, but before she made another move, I positioned her in a sixty-nine position on top of me. She felt my cool breath blow on her pussy lips and giggled.

“My move.” I dove right in with the tip of my tongue. I was flicking her clitoris so fast that she tried to jump away from me.

“Your move is working,” she screamed out. “My clit is too sensitive right now, so you need to make another move. Please.”

I ignored her. The only things that eased inside of her were my cold fingers that I circled and jabbed to bring down juices. Her insides were gushing because I lapped on her pussy juice like a thirsty dog. Her moans sounded like she wanted to cry, but the tears didn’t come then. They came a few minutes later when I laid my warm body on top of hers and secured one of her legs around my back. With her other foot resting on the floor, I circled my chunky head around her hair-free slit then busted it wide open. Her body stiffened.

“Oh . . . my . . . God,” she shouted and gasped to catch her breath. She could barely move with me inside of her, but I worked her over like a professional pussy eater and beater. She couldn’t hang and got at me like an amateur.

“I want an apology,” I said between each hard stroke. “Say you’re sorry for treatin’ me ill.”

She didn’t want to say it, but she had to, thinking I would ease up. “Sorry,” she strained to say. “So sorry.”

I kissed her cheek, but didn’t let up. My stro. . .