Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 11

The house was silent as always, and his father's absence also wore him out, too. He had spent most of the five days answering phone call after phone call from his father's job and bank—making excuses for his dad's absences or late payments. Darryl was used to covering for his father when he would up and leave without notice, and he could tell that people were starting to get tired of them. All he knew was that his father was in Brooklyn, one of the five boroughs in New York City, but he had no clue why. His dad always ventured away from home, sometimes as far as New Jersey, and Darryl knew better than to call him. Shane Adams wasn't the type to pick up the phone, unless he was good and ready to talk.

Making lies and excuses was the norm for him, whether it was for his dad or for himself. He was making lies and excuses to avoid Tameeka, and he could tell she was peeved. She had all but scolded him for it, but she almost seemed to shrug it off, or at least that's what he assumed with the way she flirted with all the rest of the guys in their junior class.

He ran a hand over his bare stomach, remembering that he was still naked and how hungry he was. He leaped off his couch, pausing briefly to turn on the television set, before moving to his kitchen. Luckily, he had stocked the fridge and pantry with goods with the money his dad left him. Just as he reached for a clean bowl for some cereal, he could see a moving figure through the blinds of the window above the sink. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out who the person was, recognizing Tameeka's scowl as she knocked on the back door. Fuuuuccckkk! he drawled in thought as he walked over and opened the door.

"Wow, this is some greeting." Tameeka gushed, eyeing his exposure. Usually Darryl would have encouraged the flirting until they were both hot and naked in his bed, or even the pale-yellow counter-top, but he was way too tired and too stressed to make an effort.

"Did you just get some?" she laughed with a raised brow, her gaze never leaving his lower body.

"My face is up here." he teased in a feminine tone, which she laughed harder to, "And yes. I did."

"What? So you're not gonna invite me in?" Tameeka purred as she started to lap her hands over him. 

"Tameeka..." he started as she stepped through the doorway, fighting her kneading hands off of him. In an instant, her face sexy grin twisted into scowl of distaste. "You have to go. Now." he spoke firmly. To his surprise, she began to strip off her barely-nothing-clothes, letting them fall around her onto the white tile marble floor, until she stood fully naked before him.

"Hmm, now we both are naked." she said in an almost unrecognizable voice, with narrowed eyes. It was something between a purr and a warning.  As she walked stealthily toward him, pulling her dark-brown hair free from it's tight up-do, Darryl couldn't help but watch, and swallowed the big knot that seemed to form in his throat. He was lost from watching her body bounce and dip in the right places and before he knew it his lower body hardened, and her hand reached out for his that was braced against the white marble island counter in the middle of the room, and pulled it on to her body.

"See, Darryl?" she asked as she guided his hands along her ablazed body until they rested on her heated core. His eyes fleeted between where his right hand rested and up to her face. She smiled a mischievous smile, probably from the hunger that was plainly written on his face. His hands started a gentle stroke, as she watched him lick his lips sensually, before she replaced his tongue with her lips.

Her hands grew wild as they skimmed over his body, clawing and scratching at his skin, which only made him growl in pleasure. Sometimes he liked things rough and Tameeka was just the right girl when it came to being rough. With one swift move, he shifted her weight atop the counter-top and hoisted himself up over her. They had done this so many times already, but it never seemed to excite him even less. If only Naomi were this much of a freak...