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  The Available Wife

  By Carla Pennington

  Acknowledgements

  First and foremost, I give praises to the Almighty. Without him blessing me with this gift, none of this would be possible. You have pulled me through some tumultuous times and never given up on me even when I started giving up on myself. Thank you, God!

  To my grandparents, Ollie and Rosie Brown (may they rest in peace), thank you for rescuing me. I love you and I miss you dearly. *Tears*

  To my number one fan, my mama, Rosa Pennington Browne, I love you. I think I can put that little girl to rest now that you’ve reentered my life. Thank you for coming back to me.

  To my dad, Carl Pennington, we’ve been down some rough roads but we’re back. I love you!

  To my crumbsnatchers, Kemyria, Kemberlyn, Jevon (Ju-Boy), I love you with all my heart. Thank you for all the laughs and fun that you have brought into my life. My life would be empty if you three weren’t a part of it. Mommy is doing this for you. Soon, we will be boarding that Nickelodeon cruise ship!

  My family…WHEW! Aunt Lela Brown Braggs, I will need a whole page to tell you how much I appreciate you and everything that you have done for me and continue to do. When I needed a mother, you were there. Though brutal at times, you taught me the ropes and what to watch for in the world. You never sugarcoated anything with me. You kept it real and I appreciate that dearly. Although I’m grown with three kids, I still look to you for guidance and I never want to disappoint you and I hope I never will. I love you!

  Aunt Arvetta “Arby” Washington, thank you for everything that you have done for me and mine. We may have butted heads at times, but you will always be my Arby. I will always remember and cherish those times as a little girl when I would come to your house and you’d have a big pot of crabs just for me. Here I am, a grown woman, and you still spoil me in such a way. I love you and don’t ever change. You have a heart of gold!

  Aunt Linda Sue Brown and Aunt Mary Jackson, thank you for loving me, being there for me, believing in me and steering me straight. I love you dearly.

  To my uncles, Abraham Brown, Ollie Brown Jr., Jimmie Brown and Boo Boo, thank you for being more than just my uncles. You love me sternly but mean no harm. I love you!

  My big sister, Kimberly Pennington Saxton, we may fight and fuss but in the end, it’s all love! You’ve been a huge supporter in my life as well as my writing journey. From day one, you were there and you helped me see it through ‘til the end. You were a thorn in my side but you pushed until I got it done. Guess what? It’s done! I love you!

  My brother, Bryan, thank you for coming back.

  My brousin, Aaron Brown, thank you for being my cousin and brother!

  My girls who have rolled with me through thick and thin, heat and cold, tears and laughter, etc. Rashunda White, we have been through some thangs but it’s always been me and you, baby! Enough said!

  Krystal Jiles, my “den mother,” my right when I wanna be wrong, thank you for being you and thank you for keeping me out of trouble when I wanted to get into some.

  LaTonya McCants, I’m ready to hit Vegas when you are! We’ve rolled and kicked it like no others. Wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.

  Kimberly Thompson, thank you for listening and giving it to me straight!

  Kimberly Burden, it’s on, trique! Thank you for all the good times we’ve shared and continue to share! We got thangs to do, baby girl!

  Anna Phillips, we strayed but we found each other again and I am happy that we did. I love you, cousin!

  Simetra Brown, my quiet friend, thank you for being a part of my life.

  Valencia Wortham (Meagan Rebecca), thank you for being my play-play proof reader and play-play assistant but heifer, I need you to tell me what’s wrong with the stories. LOL!

  Tennille Thomas, thank you for being my girl. Ride or die!

  Shanavie R. Thomas, thank you for having a hand in getting me fired for printing out my stories at work. It was worth it, chic. LOL!

  To my boys, Gemini Bailey (Curtis), thank you for always having my back. We will always be “us” no matter what.

  Wesley “Chuckie” Young, thank you for always being there to talk to me and curse me out when I needed it.

  Tommie Holmes, we need to hurry back to Florida for more lottery tickets. Thank you for all your help.

  Herbert Miller, we’re still misunderstood but who gives a damn. You’re my boy! Always! Dennis Akins (D-Ray), thank you for keeping it real with me and being there for me.

  Shawn Pipkins, we met at a crazy time in my life, but we clicked. I can’t wait ‘til the day that I actually “meet” you. You better not disappear on me again.

  Craig Warden, I’ll be in ATL soon. Look out for me!

  Commie Hobbs, thank you for the talks and definitely the laughs.

  Leon Smith, which Ne-Yo song do you want me to pick? We’ve been through them all! Words can’t express how much you mean to me and how much you have helped me. I will keep it simple because that’s what you like so, Thank you!

  Carmen Coleman, thank you for all that you’ve done. You’re greatly appreciated.

  Stephanie Tullos Tsikrikas, I haven’t forgotten about you. I will keep my promise.

  To my LCB crew, I’m so happy to be a part of this family and I owe it all to Juicy Wright. Thank you for paying it forward. Not many people would have done what you did, but you did. A simple act of kindness goes a long way. Thank you so much.

  Boss lady Tressa, thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a part of this family. It really means a lot and I will not disappoint.

  Leslie, thank you for keeping it real with me and staying on my ass. It paid off.

  Capone, thank you for allowing me to reach out to you when I needed a helping hand.

  C.J. Hudson, thank you for staying on me and making sure I got it done.

  And to all my other LCB family members, I look forward to meeting and working with you because “we the best.”

  To my Myspace buddies who transitioned with me to Facebook, Cashae Russell (my sister of the pen), Niyah Moore (my pen twin), Allyson Deese and Chamsil. Y’all have been there from the beginning. We’ve had some fun going back and forth with our short stories and it’s time for us to kick this game up a notch! Who’s with me?

  Shani Greene Dowdell, thank you for giving me the opportunity to showcase my erotic side in Mocha Chocolate 1 & 2. Thank you for all your support.

  LaLaina Knowles, thank you for the opportunity to be a part of the Chocolat Historie D’Amour erotic anthology.

  Kisha Green, I will keep an erotic story just for you whenever you’re ready to do another anthology! Thank you for all your support.

  I want to thank all of my social networking friends, especially Facebook, for supporting and believing in me. If I could thank you all personally, I would. You know who you are.

  To Lisa Tyrell Perry, thank you for supporting this literary game like you do! You go hard for us! We appreciate it!

  To Multiple Sclerosis (MS), thank you for making me stronger. I love a challenge and for fifteen years, you have given me one, but I always triumph!

  To everyone who had me printing out my stories just so you could say you read one of mine, they’re in book form now. I’m moving up thanks to you all for believing in me, pushing me, tooting my horn and stroking my ego.

  To anyone that I forgot to mention, it wasn’t intentional, but I thank you all from the bottom of my heart and deep down in my soul.

  Last but not least, I want to give a shout out to my hometown, Prichard, Alabama. Just because I’m from a small town doesn’t mean I can’t do big things. P.A. all day, baby!

  Smooches,

  Carla

  Table of Cont
ents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  CHAPTER 1

  When we reached the ice and snack machines area, I grabbed Kingston’s arm and yanked him from the hotel hallway. The force from my pull made him release his hold from our rolling luggage bags.

  “What are you doing?” he laughed.

  I said nothing as I pushed his six-foot-two frame between the ice and Coke machines. I then unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick.

  Kingston looked around nervously. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

  I kept my eyes locked inside of his as I dropped to my knees and swallowed him whole.

  “Ooooh, shit, Niquole,” he moaned softly.

  Instead of answering, I pretended like I was auditioning for a porno flick.

  Sucking and slurping like next month’s mortgage depended on my performance, I wasn’t ready for our weekend to end. When I heard a light thump, I knew that his bald head had hit the wall. That let me know that I was doing a good job. My skills were even more confirmed when Kingston grabbed a wad of my hair and twisted it around in his hand.

  “Honey, someone left their bags in the middle of…” an Asian woman stopped in mid sentence when she saw what was going down just a few feet away from her.

  However, I wasn’t about to stop. Pleasing my man was top priority. Besides, I knew Kingston wasn’t going to let me. After watching the show for a few more seconds, she and her nearly same height, male companion kept on their merry way.

  “They’re gonna band us from the Clarion,” Kinston said.

  “Let ‘em, we’ll just find another hotel.”

  We preferred cheaper hotels. As crazy as it sounded, they provided more of a kinky sexual experience than the expensive ones.

  “Bad girl. Mmmm, Niquole,” he moaned and panted at the same time. “You know you’ve started something, right?”

  I ignored him and continued at the task that was now in both my hands. When I felt his thrusts speed up, I knew that he was about to let loose, so I quickly pulled away.

  “No, in me,” I ordered, then hopped to my feet.

  I eagerly pulled my skirt up and slid my panties to the side so that Kingston wouldn’t have anything restricting him. Pressing me up against the wall, it wasn’t long before I lifted one leg and waited for his manhood to glide inside of me. “Oh, Kingston…”

  His thrusts were fast. I listened to him breathe heavily under my neck as I squeezed my pussy walls. He moaned and nibbled my neck each time I did so.

  “Baby, you’re about to make me cum doing that shit!”

  I could care less that we were no longer behind closed doors, as I rolled my pussy all over his shaft. I couldn’t let him leave me hanging. The friction from his chest to my breast caused my nipples to harden. My back slamming against the wall by the force of his deep, hard thrusts made a rhythmic beat that the producer, Timbaland could use on a track.

  “Right there, baby! Right there!” I ordered and cheered as he hit the necessary spots to make me explode. “Faster…faster!” I was nearing my peak and knew it was going to be a good one as his speed increased. I loved it when we climaxed together. Moments later, we did just that.

  “Baby,” I breathed after Kingston finally pulled out. “I need to go back to the room and clean up a little,” I continued, then slipped out of my underwear.

  He reached inside his back pocket and gave me the room key. “I’ll be out here waiting for you,” Kingston breathed heavily. He bent over and rested his hands on his knees liked he’d just completed a marathon.

  I smiled. “You need to be right behind me.”

  “For what?” he questioned.

  I swept my forefinger across his dick, slipped it inside my mouth and sucked the juices off.

  “Because I’m all over you, baby,” I pointed at the mess between his legs. “You need to clean that up.”

  “I love the scent and sticky juices that you leave behind,” he replied. “I need to get a drink after that stunt you just pulled,” Kingston laughed as he retrieved some loose change from his khaki slacks.

  “Get me one, too,” I said before racing back to the room.

  After opening the door, I smiled at the chaotic mess we’d left on the two double beds. I felt sympathetic toward the maroon and gold bedding because we’d tortured it with every ounce of strength in our bodies. It didn’t stand a chance against our sex games.

  I dashed to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let the rest of me and Kingston’s juices flow from my insides. Seconds later, I grabbed one of the white face towels to wipe the excess off the inside of my thighs then slipped back into my panties.

  “Niquole, are you okay?” Kingston suddenly asked. “We gotta go before we miss our flights, baby,” he rushed.

  “I’m coming!” I yelled from the bathroom after flushing the toilet and washing my hands.

  “Yeah, you did a lot of that, didn’t you?” he teased. I glanced in the mirror and smiled at his remark. “Niquole, baby, come on!” he rushed again.

  “Okay…okay.”

  When I dried my hands and finally opened the door, my eyes widened when I saw him sitting on the bed stroking a fully erect dick. My heart pounded with each stroke his hand made.

  “Don’t we need to be getting to the airport?” I spoke before licking my lips.

  He glanced at his diamond encrusted, Cartier watch then back up at me. “We’ve got time. Both of our flights don’t leave until eleven. We got at least fifteen minutes to play.”

  I watched him moisten those luscious, LL Cool J lips with his thick tongue. Not only could I not say no to them, but fifteen minutes was more than enough time to bust a nut. Easing my red, satin panties down over my ass, I kicked them to the side as soon as they touched the floor.

  “You should’ve just left them off,” Kingston said with a wide grin.

  “If I had known that we’d be doing this again then I would have.”

  Before he could respond, I gladly climbed on top of him. He grabbed a wad of my chestnut, brown locks that had fallen in the midst of all the intense heat we’d stirred up the night before. Kingston then jerked my head to the side so that he could latch his lips onto my neck. I could feel the tip of his dick beating against my stomach.

  “He wants you,” he whispered.

  “I want him, too,” I replied back before lifting my five-foot-four frame just enough for him to ease inside of me.

  With much intensity, Kingston forced my black off-the-shoulder, Dior dress over my breasts and engulfed them. Whatever he wanted, I was prepared to give and whatever I wanted, I was prepared to take.

  An hour and a half later, we collapsed on the bed.

  “We need to call the airline and see what time the next flights are going out,” Kingston spoke once our heavy panting died down.

  I glanced at the clock on the night stand and laughed. Our original flights were long gone. He blew a long, deep sigh, sat up on the bed and retrieved his Blackberry Storm from his pocket.

  “Who are you calling?” I asked after sitting up next to him.

  I traced my tongue along his broad shoulders and the knife wound he said he’d sustained from a bar fight in his early twenties.

  “I’m calling the airline. We need to get going,” Kingston replied while dia
ling a number in his phone. “It’s already 11:15 a.m. You know there’s probably not another flight going out for a couple of hours.”

  “So, you just wanna linger around in the airport for a few hours like two terrorists?” I joked.

  Kingston quickly placed his finger to his lips to hush me because a customer service representative had finally answered his call. While they went back and forth, I eased off of the bed and floated to the bathroom to freshen up again. This time, I decided to take a shower. After turning on the faucets and waiting for a comfortable water temperature, I stepped in front of the mirror and thought about me and Kingston’s weekend. I was like a giddy, school girl smiling and blushing as I reminisced about us making love on the sink and on the toilet. I then noticed a few, light marks on my neck and knew they were from him latching on with his lips. Luckily, the marks weren’t too noticeable against my light skin. I should’ve reprimanded Kingston for that shit because he knew how I felt about any evidence, but it was always hard to deny him especially when he worked his magic.

  “They have a flight to Houston at 1:25. Mine doesn’t leave until 2:00,” Kingston startled me from the threshold of the bathroom door.

  “Okay,” I smiled from the mirror.

  He stepped behind me and placed his hand on the sink. When I eased my fingers between his, I couldn’t help but notice that our wedding rings were almost identical. At that moment, I wished that it was he and I who stood at the altar sliding the rings on each other’s finger. Why couldn’t I have met you years ago? I asked him silently when I gazed up at his reflection in the mirror. You’re perfect. When he smiled back at me with those luscious lips and mysterious, dark eyes I wanted to melt.

  “Come on, baby, we gotta get going. The planes aren’t gonna wait for us,” Kingston said, before tapping my ass then dashing back into the bedroom area.

  I glanced at the steamy shower where I thought he and I would be making love again. It saddened me to know that we weren’t.

  “Come on, Niquole,” Kingston commanded like he was my husband.

  Little did he know, I wished he was the one who held that title.

  CHAPTER 2

  I sighed when the cab driver drove through the gates of my neatly manicured Houston subdivision nearly four hours after I was expected to arrive home. As I coasted through the neighborhood, I stared at each brick, single-family home and the families that were outside horsing around or tending to their yards. I wondered why I couldn’t be that happy or why my mouth could never form a smile. The only time it did was when I was with him; Kingston. In the seven months that we’d known each other, he’d swept me off my feet and filled my world with nothing but excitement. Unlike my boring-ass marriage.