Chapter 8
“Please forget this ever happened,” I told Niko as we exited the building.
“You playing, right?”
“I’m not.”
“Nah, that pussy is too good for me to forget.”
“Do you know how this could fuck up our lives if anyone finds out?”
“No one has to know, Aranda.”
“I told you, no one calls me Aranda. It’s Coach Sampson or Randi.”
He chuckled. “It wasn’t Coach Sampson when my dick was touching your soul. Since no one else calls you Aranda, it can be special… between me and you.”
“Oh my God. Can you not? I have to go.”
“This conversation isn’t over.”
“Yes, Niko. It is. This is my dream job, and I refuse to let you and your dick fuck this up.”
“Damn. Is that how you really feel?”
“Yes, and you should feel the same way. It’s just sex, and we can get that anywhere.”
“What if I told you I want more than sex?”
“What more do you want?”
“The pull you have on me ain’t normal, baby. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, and that has to mean something. I won’t give up until we have a chance to explore it.”
“This can’t happen again. We can’t happen. I gotta go.”
Without waiting for him to protest further, I rushed to my car, hopped in as fast as possible, and sped off. Of course, I called Montrell. It was still early, and he probably hadn’t left for the night.
“You changed your mind about coming out?” he asked when he answered.
“No, but I fucked Niko in my office on my desk.”
“Wait! Hold up. What did you say?”
“Trell, please don’t make me repeat it.”
“We just got off the phone, and you were pretty adamant about staying away from him. What the fuck happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, you know, and I want to hear every detail.”
“I’m not telling you every detail. Just know that I’ve very likely fucked up my life. I’m gonna lose my job—hell, I’m probably gonna lose both of my jobs, and my parents will surely disown me. Can I live with you until I get back on my feet?”
“Slow down. No one else knows about this, so what makes you think any of that will happen? Did he threaten you?”
“No, but I told him to forget it happened, and he said he couldn’t. He’s acting like he wants to pursue something real, even though he knows that’s impossible.”
“Really? So this ain’t just about sex for him?”
“Apparently not, but that’s his problem. I got my rocks off, and now I can move on. I just hope he does the same.”
“Was it as good as you imagined?”
“Trell, I have no words. That man sent me to the moon and back in ten minutes, and we were on a hard-ass desk. I already miss his dick.”
“Wow. Okay. Umm, this is serious. I’ll pray for you.”
“Pray and fast. I need it all.”
I blew my whistle. “Did you see that?” I asked Coach Crawford.
“Yeah. Patrick was in the perfect spot to pass it to Cliff but went for the goal instead.”
“He missed by a long shot, and this is the third time he’s done it today. What’s he trying to prove?”
“Not sure. Patrick, bring it in,” Coach Crawford shouted across the field.
“Everyone else, I want four laps, and you can head inside. Good practice,” I told the rest of the team.
I listened to Coach Crawford all but curse Patrick out, interjecting when I found it necessary. His excuse for every goal he attempted when one of his teammates was in a better position was, “I thought I had it.”
Although Patrick was a great athlete, he was also overconfident in his abilities. Sometimes, that got in the way of his success on the field. He was only a sophomore, and if he learned to listen, he would be a true asset to the team.
As I walked toward the building, I felt my phone vibrate. The message was from an unsaved number, but as soon as I read it, I knew who it was from.
Unknown:
I want to see you tonight.
Just the thought of being with Niko again made my pussy thump. It was tempting, but I had to be strong. I ignored the message, slid my phone back into my pocket, and continued into the building.
Once inside my office, I began to gather my things to leave. It had been a long week, and I was ready to relax. I sat at my desk momentarily to get something from one of the drawers, and my phone vibrated.
Unknown:
Meet me here at 7:30.
I read the address, and it was located in a city on the outskirts of Black Elm, about forty minutes away. I shook my head, telling myself that meeting him was out of the question.
I’d thought about the sex I had with Niko morning, noon, and night since I sped out of the parking lot last Friday. All week, I only engaged with him when it was necessary, and I didn’t trust myself to look into his eyes. I was exhausted from avoiding him.
Unknown:
I’ll have dinner ready, and we can have each other for dessert. Don’t disappoint me.
I retrieved what I needed from my drawer and tossed it into my bag, along with some other things I’d need this weekend.
I left the building and headed toward my car but slowed when I noticed Niko was parked next to me.
He’d backed in and stood on the driver’s side, which meant we’d be right next to each other in a matter of seconds.
“Why are you testing me like this, Lord?” I whispered.
I pressed my key fob to unlock the door, thinking I could hop behind the wheel with minimal engagement with Niko. However, this nigga opened my car door and waited for me to arrive.
I looked around the parking lot, and several cars were still there. I was concerned that someone was watching us and might think Niko’s kindness was inappropriate. I was probably a little paranoid, but I couldn’t help it.
“Thank you,” I said, sliding into my car and attempting to pull the door closed.
Niko held onto it and gave me a look that caused me to shiver. I looked away because I could easily become mesmerized by his gaze.
“Tell me you’ll meet me tonight,” he said in a low voice, even though no one was around to eavesdrop.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“There is a plethora of reasons that I shouldn’t have to tell you. I can’t meet you. Please close my door.”
“After having you once, I’m addicted. It’s been hell trying to function with thoughts of how good your pussy felt wrapped around my dick constantly on my mind.
I need to have you again. I need to take my time with you this time and explore every inch of your body.
I need to bury my head between your thighs and find out if you taste as good as you feel. ”
My breathing had become labored, and my body temperature probably increased ten degrees. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the headrest.
“Niko, please don’t do this to me.”
“Please don’t make me go another day without being inside you.”
Leaving me with that, he closed my car door, got into his car, and drove away before I had fully gathered myself. I started my car, waited for my Bluetooth to connect, and called Montrell.
“Wassup?”
“He sent me an address.”
“Who sent you an address?”
“Niko.”
“Oh, he wants you to come to his place. That’s kinda risky, but it’s not any riskier than letting him fuck you on your desk.”
“God, don’t remind me. What have I gotten myself into?”
“Are you meeting him?”
“I can’t.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
I sat quietly, fighting with myself while my friend waited for me to respond.
“I know I shouldn’t, but…”
“But what?”
“I’ve been dreaming about his dick all week. He said he’s addicted to me and wants to take his time and explore my body. He wants to see if I taste as good as I feel.”
“What’s the problem, Randi? Do you need gas money or something?”
“What? Boy, no!”
“Then I don’t see the issue.”
“You know what? I’m about to hang up because you’re not the kind of influence I need in my life right now. Goodbye!” I didn’t bother waiting for his response and ended the call.
I was grateful I didn’t see Montrell’s car when I arrived at my apartment. Here I was, trying to behave like a child of God, and my friend was urging me down a path of destruction.
Once inside, I went directly to my room and removed my clothing. After putting everything in the hamper, I went to the bathroom and started the shower. While the water warmed, I did my face care routine.
I tried hard not to think about Niko’s invitation, but while I bathed, I went back and forth with myself. My mind knew what to do, but my body urged me to experience him just one more time.
After lathering my body with my favorite body butter, I went to my drawer to grab some pajamas, but somehow, I ended up in a pair of black leggings and a hoodie, not bothering to put on panties or a bra.
Randi, what the hell are you doing?