Free Up to No Good by Carl Weber Page B

to act cool and in control, but I knew he had to be scared.
    “I guess we are,” I said with a smirk. I put the phone to my ear, fully expecting to hear a woman answer the phone. That’s why I nearly dropped the cell when I heard a familiar voice—a male voice.
    “Hello?” Louis’s boss repeated for the third time.
    I disconnected the call. Knowing that Louis’s boss had probably seen the number on his caller ID, I couldonly hope that he wouldn’t call back now. If Louis was mad enough, he might just embarrass me by telling his boss why I ’d called. But neither of those things hap-pened—his boss never called back, and Louis wasn’t mad.
    He got out of bed and wrapped his arms around me. “You don’t have anything to worry about,” he said. “I’m not like your father. If anything, I’m more like your brother. And I love your ass enough to forgive you, but you gotta stop being so suspicious, ’cause I ain’t got nothing to hide from you.” He kissed my forehead, then released me from his hug.
    Before I could begin to apologize or try to explain myself, he stepped into the bathroom again and closed the door. When I heard the shower running, I eased my clothes off and pushed open the bathroom door. I had some serious making up to do.

Darnel
10
    “Oh my God!”
    Thump!
    I couldn’t tell if Keisha was screaming from pleasure or from pain. What I did know was that every time I slammed my dick inside her, her head banged up against the wall with a loud
thump
! I know it sounds horrible, but in some warped way, I found pleasure in this and picked up the pace between strokes. I have to admit, part of me wanted to see her head go right through the wall.
    “Oh my God!”
Thump! Thump! Clunk!
“Oh my God!”
Thump! Clunk! Thump!
    When I drove over to see Keisha, I had been worried about the state I would find her in, but I gave some thought to what my father had said. Maybe she really was bluffing when she said she wanted to kill herself. I mean, this was a woman who would stoop low enough to sleep with my best friend, so it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to tell a lie for sympathy now. By the time I got to her place, I was so full of mixed emotions—love, hate, anger, and desire—I didn’t even really know how I would react to seeing Keisha. What I wanted todo was cuss her out, call her every name in the book except her own. But when she opened the door, her eyes were full of tears, and in that split second, my heart just melted and love suppressed all those other emotions. And I hated myself for it.
    “I’m so sorry, Darnel,” she cried over and over as we sat on the couch together. She was pulling out all the stops—shaking her head, wringing her hands, and rocking back and forth. Yes, my father had warned me, and I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but the next thing I knew, she was in my arms and I was comforting her. Can you believe it? She was the one who had made a complete ass out of me, and here I was reassuring her. What the hell was the world coming to? What the hell was wrong with me? The familiar scent of her perfume and the warmth of her body made me not even care about the answers to those questions.
    Before I knew it, I was kissing Keisha deeply, and in a matter of seconds, we were all over each other, undressing like our clothes were on fire, right there on the living room floor. I ’d never felt so drawn to anyone. The whole thing was like some scene out of a movie, except that beneath all the passion lurked my pain and anger, and it only took a few words from her to bring it all back to the surface.
    “I have to go in the bedroom and get a condom,” I whispered.
    “Don’t worry about a condom,” she said breathlessly. “Just put it in.”
    Just put it in.
    Without warning, my mind filled with the image of Omar on top of my future wife, and she was whispering those urgent words to him, not me. Keisha and I had always used condoms, because she didn’t want to get pregnant before we