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  “You are very wet,” Tony said. “I hear squishing sounds.”

  “Because you’re making me wet,” Trina moaned. “You are exciting me.”

  “I do not know how,” Tony said. “Tell me how.”

  Trina propped herself up on her elbows. “Your penis is thick and long and fills me completely. Your fingers are soft and smooth. Your muscles are big and well-defined. You’re rubbing my clitoris. You’re looking into my eyes. You’re holding my legs tightly. Everything that’s happening excites me.” Oh, shit, here I come! She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him deep inside her. “Oh, Tony. Yes! Oh, yes!”

  Tony slid his hands down her legs under her buttocks. “Oh Trina, I am coming, too.”

  Oh, I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. “Please kiss me, Tony,” Trina whispered.

  Tony pressed his lips against hers.

  Trina shot her tongue into his mouth and tried to suck Tony’s tongue out of his head.

  Tony pulled back. “Your tongue danced with my tongue.”

  Trina smiled. “I was wrestling with your tongue, not dancing.”

  Tony looked down. “Where is my sperm?”

  Trina turned him until she was on top. “It’s inside me now.”

  “To make a baby,” Tony said.

  My last period was . . . two weeks ago. I think. “Maybe.” She lay flat on his chest.

  Tony rubbed Trina’s back. “I am happy, Trina.”

  Trina closed her eyes. “I am happy, too, Tony.” I will never be lonely again. And he’s still hard! How is this possible? He’s still hard inside me. “Tony?”

  “Yes?”

  “Do you really want to go to Chinatown in the morning?”

  “Yes,” Tony said. “I know all the streets.”

  “What if I want to stay here with you?” Trina asked. And do this some more.

  Tony smiled. “Chinatown will still be there if we stay here.”

  She sat up and started to grind. “You’re right.” She braced herself on his chest. “Tony?”

  “Yes?”

  “Your penis is, um, still hard,” Trina said.

  “Yes,” Tony said.

  “This isn’t normal,” Trina said.

  “I am doing something wrong,” Tony said.

  “Oh, no,” Trina said. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re doing everything right. It’s just that . . . after most men have an orgasm, they stop being hard.”

  “I am not most men,” Tony said.

  “No, you’re not.” She arched her back and moved her legs forward. “You are by far the best lover I have ever had.” She pulled Tony’s hands to her breasts.

  “You are the only lover I have ever had,” Tony said.

  Oh, this is so good! And we’re talking while we’re having sex. “What goes through your mind when we’re . . . making love?”

  “There is so much,” Tony said.

  “What do you see?”

  “I see your eyes and your teeth and the palms of your feet and your mouth and your breasts and your nipples and your firm brown buttocks and your vagina and your stomach and your legs and your button and your tongue.”

  She plunged down and stopped. “You see all that?”

  “Yes,” Tony said. “And I see gold and brown and tan and dark brown and black and white. I hear your breath. I hear your whispers. I hear your sighs. I hear your body moving against mine. I hear your moans. I smell your hair. I smell your sweat. I smell your vagina. I smell your breath. I taste your lips, your tongue, and your skin. I feel your hot skin. I feel your sweat. I feel your silky hair, your buttocks, your breasts, and your pointy nipples.”

  He uses all of his senses to make love to me. I wish I could do that. “Do you see, hear, smell, taste, and feel all that now?”

  “Yes.”

  “It sounds intense,” Trina said. And I want more intensity. She eased off of him and turned around, resting on her knees and her elbows. “What do you see now?”

  “I see your firm brown buttocks and your vagina,” Tony said.

  Oh geez. Talk dirty to me, man. “Do you like my firm brown buttocks?”

  “Yes.”

  She felt him squeezing her buttocks fiercely.

  “They are soft and firm brown buttocks,” Tony said.

  “Put yourself inside me.”

  She felt the bed shift. She felt his hands on her hips. She felt his penis entering her. “What do you feel when you press against my firm brown buttocks?”

  “I feel your hot legs against mine,” Tony said. “I feel my hands on your hot hips. I feel my penis going into and out of your vagina. I smell your hair. I smell your vagina. I taste the sweat on your back. And I hear . . .” He began pumping her rapidly. “The things I hear, Trina.”

  “What do you hear?” He is crushing my booty!

  “I hear music, Trina,” Tony panted. “I hear very loud drums. I want to shout, Trina.”

  She reached down and furiously rubbed her clitoris. “Go ahead and shout, Tony. I’m about to come!”

  “Trina!” Tony yelled.

  Holy shit! Tony can yell, and now I’m . . . “Yes, Tony! Oh yes!” Don’t . . . stop . . . pumping . . . me . . . please! I see rainbows, rainbows, rainbows!

  Tony’s body continued to slap against hers until he moaned and plunged himself deep inside her. “Oh, Trina, oh, God, I am coming. . . .”

  Trina collapsed onto the bed.

  Tony eased out of her.

  Trina turned over.

  Tony covered her, his head on her shoulder, his eyes staring into hers.

  “Tony?”

  “Yes.”

  “I know I’ve only known you for a short time, but is it okay if I love you?”

  “It is okay,” Tony said.

  “You are by far the easiest man on earth to love,” Trina said. “And not just because you are the world’s greatest lover.”

  “I am not the world’s greatest lover,” Tony said.

  “You are to me,” Trina said. “I have never felt . . . anything I just felt. And my heart feels so happy right now. I love you, Tony.”

  “I am glad you love me, Trina,” Tony said. “I want to love you, too.”

  She kissed his lips tenderly. “I know you do, Tony.”

  “I do not feel love,” Tony said.

  “Even if you don’t feel you love me, you do,” Trina said. “I feel your love for me. And one day, you will feel love for me, too.”

  “I need more practice,” Tony said. “I want to practice loving you for the rest of my life.”

  Trina held him tightly, a few tears spilling from her eyes.

  I hope we live until we’re one hundred and fifty.

  33

  Angelo stood in the bathroom doorway, watching Aika bathing in the golden tub at the Mark Hopkins.

  I am completely in love with that woman, he thought. She’s agile, voracious, soft, and gutsy. She could be Italian. I was ready to seal the deal and ask her to marry me, and then Tony went AWOL with Trina.

  Trina is not a bad woman. She cares about Tony, talks to him, listens to him, touches him, holds his hand—all the things Aika does for me.

  Well, almost all of them.

  Angelo tightened the towel around his waist, opened the suite’s main door, and picked up a copy of the Chronicle. He flipped through the pages until he saw four headlines staring at him in the entertainment section:

  ART E. WOWS ’EM AGAIN AT JOHNNY FOLEY’S

  “MUSIC SHOULD BE FREE” SAYS ART E.

  ART E. STIFFS CIELO AZUL

  ART E.’S GAL PAL FACES SUSPENSION

  He stormed into the bathroom, put the seat down on the toilet, and sat.

  “What’s wrong?” Aika asked.

  “A little bit of everything,” Angelo said, reading the first story. “Tony’s all over the news.”

  “And not in a good way,” Aika said.

  “This first story is decent,” Angelo said. “About his performance last night. But these other t
hree . . .” He shook his head. “They ain’t good.”

  Aika squeezed the washcloth and dripped soap onto her breasts and stomach. “Start with the least not good one.”

  “The owners of Cielo Azul are pissed at Tony and us for ordering all that food,” Angelo said.

  Aika smiled. “It was a delicious prank, though.”

  “Yeah,” Angelo said. “And that reporter at Johnny Foley’s was true to his word. He ran what Tony said. ‘Music should be free.’ It’s even in the headline.”

  Aika lifted a silky, sexy leg out of the water. “It will blow over.”

  “I don’t know if it will,” Angelo said. “He even quoted Naomi Stringer. Listen to what Naomi said: ‘I don’t sing for free, but if Art E. wants to give me his music, I have absolutely no problems with that.’”

  “She’s an airhead,” Aika said.

  “Yeah, but a well-paid airhead who pays us a great deal of money for Tony’s songs,” Angelo said. “I need to give her a call.”

  “Later,” Aika said. “You promised you’d join me. The water is so warm.”

  “Let me tell you about the last story first,” Angelo said. “It seems Trina is about to be suspended from her job.”

  Aika sat up. “Why?”

  “I’ll read it to you,” Angelo said. “ ‘Art E.’s gal pal Trina Woods, an RN at Saint Francis Memorial Hospital, faces a disciplinary hearing this Monday for “dereliction of duty,” according to nursing supervisor and disciplinary review board chair Ellen Sprouse.’ According to this, Trina told her bosses she was sick the past three days when she obviously wasn’t.”

  Aika laughed. “So?”

  “So?” Angelo said. “She lied.”

  Aika sighed. “She wanted to be with your brother. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “But she lied, Aika,” Angelo said. “If she lies about this, she might be lying about other things. Why didn’t she take some vacation time or something?”

  “I’m sure she had her reasons, Angelo. Now please get into this tub with me and soap me up and down before I turn into a prune.”

  Angelo rubbed his eyes. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”

  Aika stood and grabbed a towel. “And suddenly, neither am I. It’s not a big deal, Angelo.”

  “It is to me.” He left the bathroom and called Naomi Stringer. “Hey, Naomi? It’s Angelo.”

  “Put her on speaker,” Aika whispered as she walked out of the bathroom drying her hair.

  “Hold on a second, Naomi,” Angelo said, covering the mouthpiece. “Why?”

  “I like hearing her ditzy ass talk,” Aika said. “I need to learn more ditz speak.”

  Angelo turned on the speaker. “How you doing, Naomi?”

  “What’s this I hear about Art E. giving his music away for free?” Naomi asked.

  “The reporter took it all out of context, Naomi,” Angelo said. “Tony said, ‘Music should be free.’ He didn’t say, ‘My music will be free.’ He was talking about music in general, you know, musicians being free to make music any way they want to.”

  “Oh,” Naomi said. “So what about what he said a few days ago about that ‘Trina’ song? He said it was only for Trina. I want it.”

  “I haven’t even seen any lyrics for that song yet,” Angelo said.

  “The tune was bangin’,” Naomi said. “I want it.”

  “I have to look at the lyrics first,” Angelo said. “I mean, if it’s called ‘Trina,’ it’s probably about Trina. You want to sing a love song to a woman?”

  “Maybe,” Naomi said. “I know it will sell. What else does he have for me?”

  “He’s been writing so many songs,” Angelo said. “I’ll try to take a look at his scribbles and I’ll get back to you.”

  “It’s such a shame about Trina, though,” Naomi said.

  “What about her?” Angelo asked.

  “About her losing her job,” Naomi said. “I read it in the Daily News this morning.”

  “Trina hasn’t even gone in front of that review board yet,” Aika said.

  “Who’s that?” Naomi asked.

  “My girlfriend, Aika,” Angelo said.

  “Hey, girl,” Naomi said.

  Aika rolled her eyes. “Hey, Naomi.” She threw her towel at Angelo and jumped onto the bed.

  “It was on TV this morning, too,” Naomi said. “Send me those songs, Angelo. Bye.”

  Aika looked out the windows at the rain. “Maybe Chinatown isn’t such a good idea today.” She rolled onto her stomach. “So what are we going to do instead?”

  Angelo tossed his phone onto the nightstand. “We’re going over to Trina’s apartment and get some answers from Trina.”

  “She lied to her boss,” Aika said. “Everyone does it. I’ve done it a dozen times since I met you.”

  Angelo sat on the bed and rubbed her back. “You have?”

  “When I was trying to leave in the morning and you had to do me one more time or you begged me to do that thing to you one more time,” Aika said.

  “I didn’t beg,” Angelo said.

  “You said please,” Aika said. “I have learned that when you say ‘please,’ you’re begging.”

  “Well, what Trina did was different,” Angelo said.

  “How is it different? You wanted more time with me, and I wanted more time with you. Trina wanted more time with Tony, so she lied.”

  “Yeah, but you didn’t get caught being healthy on national television,” Angelo said. “And you’re not currently in danger of losing your job.” He bounced off the bed. “I’m getting dressed.”

  “Why? We told them we’d play it by ear. It’s only eight o’clock. They’re probably still sleeping or watching the weather or . . .” She smiled.

  Angelo turned. “You know something.”

  “I don’t know anything for sure, but I have a feeling they’re doing what we should be doing on a rainy day,” Aika said.

  “How do you know this?” Angelo asked.

  Aika walked on her knees to the edge of the bed. “It’s just a hunch. But say they are. Is that such a bad thing?”

  “Yes,” Angelo said.

  Aika rubbed her breasts on his back. “They’re both adults. It’s allowed in this country. Get over it.”

  “I can’t,” Angelo said. “I’m scared she’s going to . . . take him away from me.”

  She turned him around and held him close. “You’ll never lose your brother’s love, Angelo. There’s no chance of that ever happening. None. You saw him the other day. He stuck up for you when I called you an asshole and you were being an asshole. You have his back, and he will always have yours. There’s a lot of you in his personality.”

  “Yeah,” Angelo said. “The best parts.”

  “So maybe this is a good time to let him go. Let him have his own life so you can live yours. He has proven he can function and thrive without you.”

  “I have been his legal guardian for so long,” Angelo said. He laughed. “You know what Angela told me? She told me Tony retained her husband Matthew as his lawyer. That’s . . . almost normal, you know?”

  “It is.”

  “I just wish this wasn’t happening so fast,” Angelo said. “I hoped this day would come, but this is happening way too fast. Do you really think they’re sleeping together?”

  “I hope so.”

  “You hope so?”

  “Yes,” Aika said. “And I hope they’re falling in love, because if they are, we’ll have more time for each other if Tony has someone devoted to him like that, and he is obviously devoted to her.” She removed his towel and pulled him onto the bed, stroking him firmly until he was hard. She wrapped her legs around him. “Show me how devoted you are to me.”

  Angelo entered her. “Is this good enough?”

  “Oh, that’s good,” Aika whispered. “Don’t move. Let me do the work.” She used her feet to pull him deeper inside her. “And if they’re a couple and they didn’t live with us, I could shout louder.”


  Angelo held her hands. “Yeah?”

  “And I’d even let you get me pregnant so we can start a family of our own,” Aika said louder. “You can start moving now.”

  Angelo began thrusting.

  “Because despite your arrogance, rudeness, and anger, I believe that we can make some beautiful children together,” Aika panted. “And I haven’t taken any birth control in over a month.”

  Angelo smiled. “Will the baby be Italianese or Jap-alian?”

  Aika gripped his buttocks. “Neither sounds very nice. We’ll just call them ours.”

  Angelo plunged deeper. “Them?”

  Aika arched her back and howled. “Twins run in my family, Angelo. I want to have two. These walls are pretty thick, aren’t they?”

  “I guess,” Angelo said.

  “So get to work and make me scream. . . .”

  34

  The ringing of Trina’s phone woke Tony, so he silently left Trina’s bedroom and the peacefully sleeping Trina to pick it up off the coffee table. “Hello?”

  “Put Trina on the phone,” a man said.

  “She is asleep,” Tony said.

  “Put Trina on the phone now,” a man said. “This is Robert.”

  “Hello, Robert,” Tony said. “How are you?”

  “Put Trina on the phone,” Robert said.

  “She is sleeping,” Tony said. “She is very tired. May I take a message?”

  “You can take the phone to Trina,” Robert said. “It is very important.”

  Tony blinked. “I will have her call you back.”

  “No!” Robert shouted. “This is a matter of life and death!”

  “Oh,” Tony said. “I will wake her then.”

  Tony went into the bedroom and shook Trina’s leg. “It is Robert.” He put the phone into her hand. “It is a matter of life and death.”

  Trina covered the mouthpiece. “Why did you answer it?”

  “I did not want the ringing to wake you,” Tony said. He smiled. “We are still naked.”

  Trina nodded. “Yep.”

  “I will take a shower while you talk to Robert.” He went into the bathroom and shut the door.

  Trina sat up, located her pillow at the foot of the bed—how did that get there?—and leaned back on the headboard. “What now, Robert?”