Cream 'N My Coffee: Book I

By Shardy Cammack

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A successful African American woman in a small urban community fights falling in love with a well-known successful businessman. Both must fight society's expectations, unexpected prejudice, and community loyalties to succumb to everlasting love.

Small-town girl Shantre Moore has grown up kicking and fighting for every inch of success she could get. She is the pride and joy of her community and destined to save her community brick by brick. When her big break presents itself and she will finally be able to put her name on the who's who list by saving her community's sports/fitness center, she jumps at the opportunity. However, things change, plans changes, and the rules have shifted when Yancy Bates stomps on her parade.

Yancy has no interest in saving a small-town fitness center, but he couldn't resist the challenge of bringing yet another company back to life. He would just swoop in, stamp his name on the project, and voila, another well-known corporation is born. Being around beautiful women is an understatement, but never has he been so intrigued by the beautiful and smart Shantre. She could be the best challenge he's had to conquer in his entire life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781649527288

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Cream 'N My Coffee

Book I

Shardy Cammack

Copyright © 2021 Shardy Cammack

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books, Inc.

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2021

ISBN 978-1-64952-727-1 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64952-728-8 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

The Morning After

Facing the Music

One Week Later

Monday Morning Blues

It’s Grown Folks Business

One Month Later

Into the Lion’s Den

Can’t Sleep? Fake It

Don’t Deny Love

Friends and Lovers Don’t Mix

Fighting Those Nasty Demons

Getting Back to Normal

Time Well Spent

Funny How Fast News Travels

Can’t Live with ’Em, Can’t Kill ’Em

The Black Is Out of the Bag

Let’s Get the Party Started

Who Can You Count On?

Who Can You Run To?

Getting Back to Normal Again

Oh No, the Witch Won’t Go

Tying Loose Ends

Can’t We All Just Get Along?

Love Ending

To James Hardy, my husband and friend. Thank you for believing when I doubted, giving me that extra push when I was discouraged, and supporting me even when I could not see the path that I was meant to travel. You are appreciated!

Acknowledgments

There are so many people that I would like to thank for their encouragement and support. I would like to thank my family for their patience. My children, AShanti and Tre, in which the main character Shantre was created. My mother, for encouraging me even after she blushed from reading the first chapter. Leah, for believing that I can reach the stars if I catch a unicorn up. Myra, my longest dearest friend, who has been there from the inception. Charmaine and Beverly, for always holding it down. And lastly, Lucy, for reading the entire book, being my laugh meter, and talking through my thoughts. My heart hurts that she didn’t get to see it published. I have more people to thank, but that’s for the next book.

Some Like It Hot

It was so, so hot. Shantre was sweating from her head to her toes. The white silk dress had started to reveal her sensuous body. She was trapped in a world that most people dared not fantasize about. Naked bodies surrounded her in compromising positions.

Why am I here, and who are these people? She could hear her muffled voice saying, Stop touching me. Stop, stop! Just as she was starting to scream, a hand, ever so strong but all so gentle, covered her mouth. She could feel his hard and lean body against hers. As she tried to move, another hand grabbed her waist. She was held so tight that her body became immobile.

Relax, don’t scream, he whispered. There was something soothing in his voice, yet he still had her shaken up, and she could feel her body trembling. I’m going to move my hand, and I want you to just observe for a while.

When he began to move his hand, Shantre started to turn around. With his other hand, he jilted her so quick that she was bound with her back against him. He held her waist with a force that was almost frightening if she hadn’t felt his arousal. She was scared shitless but couldn’t deny that her heart was pounding with erotic desires. Could it be that she was standing in the middle of a sex festival, or could it be that this lean figure was standing so close behind her with an evident hard-on?

Who are you, and why won’t you let me see you?

I’m a man who can take you to the highest peak of ecstasy. I can be your friend, your rock, your everything, Shantre. I’m anyone or everything you want me to be.

Stunned by the words he purred in her ear, she almost overlooked the fact that he called her by name. Annoyed by her own reaction, she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails were threatening to draw blood in her hands.

This sick perverted joke is over. How do you know my name? Who are you, and where in the hell am I? I want to know, and I want to know right this minute. She knew that she was almost at the point of hysterics, but she couldn’t stop it.

Shhh, the activities are about to begin.

The lights dimmed, and the air was once again filled with the magical smell of sex and excitement. Bodies were moving from one to the other, bumping and grinding into each other. Pure, unashamed pleasure was plastered on everyone’s face. It was just too much for anyone to handle. Before she knew it, her dress was being unzipped, and the sound made tremors run through her body. She could then feel his hands touching her in a way that she hadn’t been touched in a long time. Shantre tried to resist, but the seduction was so powerful. She was helplessly caught up in this web of sinful lust.

Do you like this? His hands were sliding the dress to the floor. Tell me. Do you like this? he demanded.

Shantre began to turn around to see him when the room went dark. She froze.

What’s going on? What happened?

Before he could reply, hands began to touch her again, teasing her very existence. Slowly, she was brought down to her knees. It was like a force controlling her, and she was powerless against it.

If you want me to stop, I will. That voice…it was him. Those were his hands all over her, she thought.

No, don’t stop. Not right now.

Kissing little circles around her erect nipples, he gradually traveled down to her navel. Then he stopped. Jokingly, he said, You’re willingly giving yourself to man you don’t know?

And I don’t want to know, she interrupted. That’s not important right now. All I want is you inside me. She moaned softly. If I’m going to hell with the rest of you sinners, I’m damn well going to be satisfied. The lights flicked on and off for a while, then calmed down to a dusty glow.

Shantre was so caught up in her own pleasures that she blocked out the many people that she laid among. She was now a participant in this sinner’s den and not an observer.

Why don’t you come around me so that I can see your face? I want to see the man who is driving me this crazy and branding my soul.

There are many men. I am but one who is going to help you explore your hidden desires.

I don’t want many men. What do you think I am—a common whore?

As if someone else heard her, a third hand reached across and gently circled her lips with his fingertips. Jumping out of instinct, she was shocked but couldn’t help responding to the enticing invitation by licking around his fingers, one to the other, until she wrapped her thick, luscious lips around one. Oh god! She really was turning into a whore. Not only was someone seducing her, but she was seducing someone else and not caring. It was all too much to try to reason with now. This was the experience of a lifetime, and she wasn’t about to screw this up, not for one second, by thinking about the consequences of her actions when it was all over.

I knew that there was more sexual tension in you than you would admit. You shouldn’t hold back. Life is too short, and there are so many exciting things you could be doing. Why was he being so preachy now? This was neither the time nor the place for this kind of logic.

Tell me one thing. What is your name? I couldn’t live with myself if I did all this freaky stuff without even a first name, she whined, feeling a little self-conscious.

Just call me Destiny.

Shantre rolled her eyes upward. What corny bullcrap, but at least he got an A for originality. Okay, Destiny. How about this? I don’t want to think or talk. I just want to feel your body in a way that will make me forget about all these other sex-craved people.

The catch in his voice and the rapid beat of his heart made her realize that he wanted her just as much. As he began to pull her around to face him, her other partner moved to another person, as if he suddenly got bored with their little sex game. For the first time, she was actually going to see who this mystery man was. She closed her eyes to build on that anticipation. She wanted to be smack in his face when she opened them. She felt herself being pulled on top of his thighs. She could feel the tightness of his legs.

This is it, she thought. I can’t wait any longer. When she opened her eyes, she was sadly disappointed. This man who called himself Destiny had on a full black leather facial mask with only his lips showing. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she knew that they were piercing her skin because he had a thin veil attached to the mask above the eyebrows, and it hung just below his nose. Her mind was registering DANGER and was telling her to get out of this freaky mess, but her body was saying something totally different. Your face, why are you hiding?

I’m not. It’s just that my appearance isn’t important, and if you like what I’m doing, it really doesn’t matter. He then began to fondle her small, perfect breasts, circling her nipples until they were sending electric shocks all the way down to her stomach. He traveled past her tiny waist to the outsides of her thighs. It was more than she could take before she went absolutely crazy.

Take me. Take me. I’m yours, she said in a voice that she barely recognized. She began to massage his muscular chest, each stroke making him quiver.

Yessss, that’s it. Lose control.

At that moment, Shantre scooted herself up and planted herself right over his erection. She teased him provocatively by letting her juncture lightly touch his large maleness. There was no doubt that he was ready for her because he instantly grabbed her waist and pulled her down gently. As he entered her gates, they both began to wail.

Deeper, deeper, she pleaded. I can’t hold this any longer. He then made a hard thrust. They were one. It was as if no one else mattered. They were totally lost in rapture. Up and down, around and around, oh what beautiful music they were making.

Are you ready? he whispered.

Yes, oh, yes! she shrieked. Her eyes were closed, and her head went back. She rode him in sheer delight. She could feel him sharing himself with her. It was a volcano erupting, and it took all her control not to scream. She muffled her mouth on his shoulder and rode him until the last ripple shot through her.

The adventure was ending, and her muscles started to relax, but she could still feel his warm juices flowing inside her. They sat in that position silently for a minute before anyone said anything.

That was wonderful, she said breathlessly.

Wonderful? That was one hell of a ride, lady. She could sense satisfaction in his voice. This pleased her because it had been so long since she had been with anyone.

Destiny, I am very sexed up right now, but don’t you think it’s time that you revealed yourself?

Actually, it is about time for me to go, so yes. With a big smile, she sat straight up so that she could look in his eyes. As he began to unzip the mask from behind, her body began to shiver.

What if I don’t like what I see? she thought. Wait!

It’s too late, sweetness. Things are already moving into motion. There was sadness in his voice as the room began to get lighter. The closer the moment came to her seeing her mystery man, the brighter the room got.

What’s happening? I can barely see. The light is burning my eyes.

Shantre, never be afraid to step out of yourself once in a while and let go. You are a beautiful woman, but you need confidence. There’s a man out there just waiting for you. Keep your eyes and your mind open for him, and he’ll be there. The room was fading into the light.

Wait, don’t go. I need to see your face, and I want you to stay. Please, who are you?

In a low, faint whisper, he said, I am your future.

Chapter One

The Morning After

Shantre, wake up and get your butt out of bed. It’s eight o’clock, and you’re already late for work. With one eye open, Shantre looked into her roommate’s eyes. It was Luna, and she was looking at her like she was crazy.

Mornin’, Luna. I must’ve overslept.

I’ll say, and by the looks of it, I want to know all the details this evening. I’ve got a feeling that it had to be one heck of a night to make you oversleep and late for work.

Luna was a thin but shapely woman who had a style of her own. Her long, wavy brownish hair matched perfectly with her naturally tanned skin. Throughout her childhood, people often mistook her for a Pacific Islander. Unlike the neighborhood kids, they teased her that she was either adopted or her mom was sleeping with a black man since she looked nothing like her white mom. Her mom always used to tell her that kids were mean, and it really didn’t matter what other kids thought as long as she was loved by both her parents. When her mom died, she and Shantre became the best of friends, and after graduation, they decided to share an apartment and take the world by storm.

Luna knew all the tricks in getting a man and was always offering advice to her man-less roommate. Many times, Shantre even had to bail her out of some situations by covering for her when she had more than one date at the same time. They had been housemates for almost seven years, and they loved each other like sisters.

Get out of here. There’s nothing to tell, and if there was, do you think I would tell you with that silly shit-eating grin on your face?

Shantre knew that her reporter friend would never let it go, and that was what made her a good reporter, but for now she wanted to analyze her wild dream without Luna’s input. A dream…how could a dream be so good and so real.

"Okay, I’m going, but meet me for lunch at the Lighthouse about noon. Also, since you’re late for work, take some extra time with yourself so that when your boss sees you, he’ll forget how late you are and not dock your