Circles (WCMG #2)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Sipping some sort of alcoholic beverage from a coconut, Kas lowered lust filled eyes to take in the sight of Yanna bending over to whine her ass on him.

Using his free hand, he gripped one of her ass cheeks that was barely covered by the denim booty shorts she donned.

Blue paint transferred from her skin to his while mud from the back of her thighs littered his shorts.

For some reason, their filth aroused Kas even more than he already was, and he was counting down the minutes until it was time for them to leave.

His anxiousness to leave was greatly due to the need for Yanna to satisfy his sexual appetite, but there was also a more pressing matter at hand.

A problem that was threatening to undo all the work he’d been putting in to gain Yanna’s trust. His latest blunder would cause a setback so great, he wasn’t sure they’d be able to repair it.

For that reason, he’d surreptitiously stolen Yanna’s phone and was holding it hostage in his back pocket.

He needed her to be cut off from the outside world until he could scrub all evidence of his most recent slipup.

A small sliver of relief filled Kas as he noticed the sun making its appearance, signaling the end of the party.

With her back to his chest, Kas wrapped his hand around Yanna’s neck and tilted her head back before pressing his lips to hers.

A muddied handprint marred her neck while the two shared a kiss that eliminated everyone around them.

From the outside, no one would ever be able to tell how turbulent of a relationship they truly shared.

The intensity of the kiss and Kas’ hands roaming her body depicted the relationship of a perfect couple, which the two were far from.

“Yanna damn, can you come take a picture with me right quick, please?” Troi called over the noise surrounding them.

“Do I look like I’m trying to share right now, Troi baby?” Kas retorted, tightening his hold on Yanna and placing kisses down her neck.

“Yea, why you wanna bother them when they getting along? You know we rarely get peace and quiet when they together,” Kalil jested, to which Kas flipped him off.

“Let me take a few pictures real quick, Kas. As a matter of fact…” Yanna paused, patting her pockets and checking her bra. “Anybody seen my phone? I know I had it earlier during the parade.”

“You sure? You might’ve left it in the sprinter,” Kas suggested, knowing she hadn’t.

“It’s possible. I’m so damn drunk I can’t be sure of anything, Troi, come on and let’s take these pictures.”

While Troi and Yanna posed for selfies, Kas took a few with Onyx, Kalil and Quan.

At some point they all merged for group photos while Onyx urged them to hurry because the driver was waiting for them nearby.

Since Yanna was preoccupied, Kas saw it as the perfect opportunity to slip off and walk ahead.

After covertly instructing Quan to usher Yanna back to the sprinter safely, he took off.

As soon as he made it to their awaiting ride, he climbed inside since the driver was outside the vehicle waiting for everyone to get in.

After securing the door, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed that last number in his call log.

The phone rang for a few moments before the line picked up.

“Oh God, are we still doing this? Kas, it’s like five o'clock in the morning.” The high pitched voice filled the phone.

“I don’t give a fuck what time it is, bitch, I swear to God I’ll slap the shit out yo’ dumb ass. You still ain’t take that shit down!”

The laughter filling the receiver of the phone caused Kas to grip it tightly in his clutch.

It was bad enough that the combination of fear and liquor was making him feel as if he’d be sick.

His head was spinning, and the sour feeling in the pit of his stomach couldn’t be ignored.

The realization of how bad he’d fucked up hit him once more as the laughter on the other end of the phone annoyed him.

Crouched down in the seat of the Sprinter van, Kas used his finger to close his ear, trying to hear the other end clearly.

“Hello? Hello? Aye, dumb ass hoe, do you fucking hear me?”

“Yea, yea, Kas, I hear you. What I don’t understand is the reason you’re so mad. I mean, didn’t you say—”

Kas could no longer hear the talking on the other end of the phone as he caught sight of the rest of his group.

Yanna was leading the charge, her short, platinum blonde hair illuminating the way.

Always the loudest of the bunch, she talked animatedly as they approached.

Watching her ribbed tank top cling to her frame, and her round hips twisting as she walked, Kas couldn’t help the instant hardening of his manhood.

He hung up his phone and sent a quick text, once again urging the woman to honor his previous request. After turning off the phone, he slid it into his pocket just as the door of the van slid open and Yanna climbed in.

“Kasraaa, why you leave me?”

Widening his arms, Kas assisted her climb onto his lap, gripping her ass as she took a seat. “Sorry, my Yanna boo. I had to piss.”

“Why you ain’t tell me? I could’ve held it for you.”

Kas laughed loudly. The fact that Yanna was dead serious made it even funnier. “Swear something wrong with yo’ ass.”

“But you already knew that. Here,” Yanna responded, handing him yet another liquor filled coconut. She started kissing on Kas’ neck, not caring about the other four passengers climbing into the Sprinter.

Always on the same accord, Kas ran his hand underneath her tank top, engaging in a kiss.

The door closed, and the driver made sure they were ready to depart before taking off.

“Wait until we get back to the house. I’mma fuck you ‘til you can’t see,” Kas declared in Yanna’s ear.

He’d meant for it to be a whisper, but his heightened inebriation had his words a few octaves too high, allowing everyone in the van to hear his assertion.

“Ooh, don’t threaten me with a good time,” Yanna replied, rocking her hips in her position on Kas’ lap.

“Ain’t no threat girl, that’s a promise. I’mma put my thumb in yo’ butt and all that.” Kas’ eyes were now closed as he sipped from the coconut in his left hand while clutching Yanna’s ass with his right.

“Do y’all know we can hear y’all freaked out asses?” Kalil questioned drunkenly, leaning forward, and stretching his arms around Kas’ seat.

“Do you know we don’t give a damn? And back yo’ ass up, nigga, why the fuck you so close to me?”

“I was just trying to make sure I heard Yanna’s response loud and clear. I get horny when I’m drunk, and I’m here dolo, so I’m living vicariously. Go ‘head Yanna let me hear some good shit.”

Smiling, Yanna leaned forward like she was about to whisper something to Kalil. Her head jerked from force when Kas yanked her back.

“Jaiyanna, don’t play with me. Kalil, sit yo ass back. If you want somebody to whisper in yo ear then scoot over there with Quan.”

“Gone ‘head with that shit, bitch,” Quan drawled.

“How ‘bout all y’all shut the hell up?” Onyx suggested. He was seated on the side row of seats with Troi’s legs tossed over him. His eyes were closed as he rubbed his hand along the soft skin of his fiancée’s thigh.

“How ‘bout you make us?” Kas retorted.

“Aye, hop up real quick, baby.” Onyx tapped Troi’s legs for her to move.

“Alright, Nyx, chill, damn, I was just joking.”

The group erupted into laughter because intoxicated or not, Kas knew not to play with his older brother. After a few moments, the interior of the vehicle grew quiet as the rocking of the van lulled them all to sleep.

Partying for hours with no breaks in between had worn them all out.

Yanna was the first to wake up, raising her head as the van slowed in front of their temporary residence.

Looking down, she laid eyes on Kas, who was asleep on her with one of her breasts clutched in his hand.

He was always so touchy with her. Whenever they laid together, his hands were constantly tightly secured over the most intimate parts of her body.

“Kas.” She shook him, but he didn’t budge. “Kasra, wake up.” She shook him again, and this time his head shot up, eyes wandering while he tried to figure out what was going on.

“Where we at?”

“At the house, lift up boy, you’re heavy.”

“Quit complaining. Aye, Nyx.” Kas reached over and shook Onyx, who was entangled in a weird position with Troi.

“Hmm? What happened?”

“We at the crib. Wake Troi baby up and get out.”

Onyx woke Troi while Kas roused Kalil and Quan. They filed out of the van, all moving slowly as lassitude slackened them.

“What the hell she doing up already?” Kas questioned, noticing his mother, Layla, sitting on the covered porch enjoying a glass of some sort of tropical juice.

“It’s like 7 am, you know mumma be up at the crack of dawn.”

“Hey girl!” Yanna squealed loudly, dancing as she approached Layla.

“Lil’ girl, shut all that noise up early in the morning. It was nice and peaceful then here you come.”

“Mumma Lay, I don’t know why you talking to Yanna like she has any sense. And what you drinking on so early this morning?”

“Oh, this ain’t nothing but some of that pineapple lemonade Onyx ordered yesterday,” Layla replied, rolling her eyes when Kas sat next to her and laid the top half of his body on her lap. “Kasra, boy, you too damn heavy to be laid all on me like this.”

“It’s okay, Kas, you can lay on me,” Yanna chided as she took a seat next to Layla. Kas lifted from his mother’s lap and buried his head in Yanna’s chest.

“Anyway, Mumma what you got going on this early?”

“Well, I figured y’all would be all drunk and hungry, so I got up and cooked for y’all. Put something on y’all stomachs before taking your drunk asses to bed somewhere. I just came out here to meet y’all so y’all wouldn’t come in all loud waking my grandbaby up.”

“Yes, Lord, let his bad ass sleep.”