Chapter 54
“The Yankees are on the radio.”
“Dammit, Marla!” Napoleon shouted after seeing her and Lucas frolicking in the pool. “Didn’t I tell you I’d be back in a couple of hours?”
Marla and Lucas stopped suddenly and stared at Napoleon with childlike fright in their eyes, fearing they had been caught red-handed. But Napoleon wasn’t upset about seeing them together; he was upset because she didn’t have Lucas dressed and ready to go shopping.
“Didn’t I tell you to have him ready by the time I returned? What didn’t you understand, Marla? Was it the part about having him ready? Or did you forget what time I said I’d be back? I said I’d be back in two hours. Have him ready. Was that too complicated? You’ve got a fucking college degree and can’t even follow simple instructions.”
Marla felt about two inches tall. It wasn’t so much what he was saying. It wasn’t even his shouting; he belittled her all the time. What bothered Marla most was that he verbally abused her in front of others, depreciating her worth as a woman and as a human being. She begged him thousands of times not to degrade her in front of their guests. Marla felt even worse when she looked at Lucas and saw how out of place he felt while Napoleon ripped her to shreds.
“Lucas!” Napoleon shouted suddenly. “Don’t you think my instructions were clear?”
“Napoleon, it was my fault,” Lucas said, attempting to take the heat off Marla. “I shoulda paid more attention to the time.”
“It’s not your fault, Lucas,” Napoleon said, finally calming down. “But I admire your gallantry. Marla, get him some clothes. I’ll be waiting in the car. The Yankees are on the radio.”
Marla and Lucas got out of the pool and went into the house. She led him to their bedroom, where she had already laid out an outfit for him.
“These should fit you nicely,” Marla said, admiring the way the water still glistened on him. Lucas dried off and held the button-down shirt up to his neck, saying, as he looked in the mirror, “This should fit me pretty good.”
Marla decided to get revenge for the way Napoleon treated her on the patio. She walked up behind Lucas and placed her small hands on his sizable pectorals.
“What are you doing?” Lucas asked, scared to death they might get caught. “Napoleon could come back any second.”
“I know,” she said, turning him around. “Isn’t the very notion of being caught delicious?”
Marla pulled his head down and kissed his thick lips. Lucas tried to pull away, but she had a firm grip. As he backed away, Marla came forward, still kissing him. Suddenly, she pushed him onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, she could feel his massive erection pressing against her stomach. Lucas continued struggling. His heart raced.
“Let it happen,” Marla whispered.
Lucas was torn. He wanted Marla, but he loved Johnnie. He knew he should get out of that room, and with his powerful physique there was no way she could keep him against his will. Nevertheless, he let it happen. Marla had his thick rod in her hand, stroking it gently at first. She gave him a blowjob. Lucas moaned and gave in to the sensual pleasure, but was still uneasy. He lifted his head. The bedroom door was open.
“Marla, the door is open.”
“I know,” Marla said, unusually calm. “The idea of being caught excites the hell outta me.”