Chapter 7
I laid in my bed thinking about today’s event. It had been a few months since I rode my mother’s bike up to the lake. I didn’t expect to drive all the way out there, especially with Kairo. The way my body pressed against his while I drove the bike made me feel protected. It felt right. My body molded into his while I bent the corner on the bike. When we made it to the lake, I expected him to judge me for being vulnerable. I was surprised when he listened to everything I had to say. He didn’t laugh nor call me sensitive. He listened with no judgment.
After the meeting at the warehouse, I was exhausted. I had spent all day out and about with Kairo and was ready to sleep. I sat in bed, tossing and turning. It was a bit after midnight and Kairo and I had gone our separate ways. He’d not said anything since we got back. He went to his assigned room, and I went upstairs. That was three hours ago, and he was still on my mind.
I couldn’t figure out why. I wanted to know what he was thinking, even wanted to know what he was doing. Kairo had me intrigued about him and I couldn’t shake it. This mysterious, sexy, dangerous man was unlike anyone I ever came across. It was foreign and now I wanted more. The longer I laid there the more miserable I felt. After everything that happened with Keith and being set up, I vowed to never have another man make me look delusional. I didn’t even mourn the relationship of Keith and me. It wasn’t a breakup; it was a set up. I was glad he was dead. I kept telling myself not to think of Kairo in that way, but my mind was defeated by my heart.
I stood from the bed and grabbed my robe off the door. I opened my bedroom door and noticed the house was dark and quiet. As I made my way down the steps toward Kairo’s room, I realized the light shined from under the door. There was soft music coming from the other side. I knocked softly, not expecting him to hear, but to my surprise, he immediately answered the door.
The wind got knocked out of me when he opened the door shirtless with a pair of gray sweatpants. He wore black, wide framed reading glasses and white socks. His cologne swept across my nose, causing me to drool. Kairo had me ready to risk it all.
“Everything okay, Junie?” he asked.
His voice was lower than usual, and he looked exhausted.
“Did I wake you?”
“Nah, I was just reading some stuff. What’s up?”
I didn’t need anything. Honestly, I wanted to be in his company, but I didn’t want to admit that to him, so I came up with a lie.
“Oh, nothing. I was heading to the kitchen. I saw that your light was on, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Hmm,” he said with a head nod.
“Um…” My brain had shut off. I couldn’t form a sentence suddenly. I was sure the fact that Kairo stood here without a shirt on played a factor.
“Junie, you good?” He chuckled.
I sucked my teeth. I could tell by his tone of voice he was being snarky.
“Whatever, Kairo.”
He held his hands up. “What? I’m being for real. You good? I know today was a lot. Never got around to asking if you were okay.”
“Um… Can I ask you a question?” He nodded. “How do you think I handled myself in the meeting with the Iron Knights?”
I was curious to know his opinion after the meeting. My father sent me a text saying I stirred the pot with my bossy demeanor and that was not what we needed right now. I felt I let everyone in the room know just because I was woman didn’t mean I couldn’t hang with the boys.
Kairo stepped to the side. “Have a seat on the bed.”
Slowly, I walked into the room. There were papers sprawled across the dresser. His clothes were in the room’s corner still in his suitcase. The room was no longer filled with the plug-in scent I purchased, but his scent. The bed was still made, and the nightstand was a black flask. He stood at the dresser, folding his arms across his chest. He crossed his feet at his ankles and looked at me. My eyes zoned in on his dick. From my point of view, it was trying its best to break through the sweatpants he wore. My mouth watered from how thick it was. Kairo called my name, pulling me from the thoughts that had taken over.
“Yes?” I asked, finally looking at him.
“Do you not feel like you handled yourself well?”
I shrugged. “I did, but after the message my father sent, I feel like I fucked everything up.”
Kairo eyebrow raised. “What did he say?”
I told Kairo everything my father said. Kairo must’ve agreed because he kept a stale expression on his face, which only made me feel worse.
“Ugh, I knew I wasn’t cut out for this shit. Not only did I make a fool of myself, but the Savage Saints. I’m about to call my daddy and tell him fuck this VP position. Give it to Junior.”
I stood from the bed and prepared to walk out, but Kairo grabbed my hand. Chills shot through my body from his touch. He pulled me back to him.
“Where is that bossy ass woman that took control of a room of fifty men?” he asked into my ear with his deep voice.
I froze. Kairo had an aura that caused me to surrender under his watch, touch, and scent. Kairo didn’t know it yet, but he was becoming my kryptonite. I didn’t dare look at him. If I did, I would’ve buckled and lost all the sanity and strength I had remaining.
“You hear me, Junebug?” he asked. “Where is Miss Bad Ass at?”
“Sh-She’s right here.”
“Then act like it. I get that you value what your father says and thinks, but what I saw was a woman that had more balls than everybody in the room. What he said was an opinion.”
“And how you feel ain’t an opinion?” I asked.
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Nah, mine is a fact. The way you carried yourself in there was the sexiest shit I had ever seen. Shit surprised the fuck out of me. Didn’t think Miss Junie, aka Junebug, packed that much power. You just keep surprising a nigga like me.”
He tapped my chin. The restraint in me broke. I stood on my tip toes and placed my lips on his. Kairo’s lips were soft and plush. The kiss lasted for about ten seconds before I pulled back. I looked at Kairo and he had a stale expression on his face.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do?—”
Kairo grabbed me by the face and pulled me back to him, kissing me harder than I kissed him. Without an invitation, he inserted his tongue in my mouth. He lowered his hands to my ass and squeezed. I moaned into the kiss. He roughly slapped my right cheek, sending a slight sting to it. He rubbed the spot where he slapped. My nipples poked through the thin baby doll nightie I wore.
“Kairo,” I moaned. “What are we doing?”
He placed a couple of kisses on my neck. “Want me to stop?”
I thought about it. I knew if Kairo and I crossed this line there was no going back. Kairo was my bodyguard, and I didn’t think in the job description it said to drop dick inside me. Yet, I couldn’t tell him no. My body had betrayed my mind. I shook my head. Kairo lifted me off my feet. My legs wrapped around his waist. Kairo continued to place kisses on my neck. I made it my business to stretch my neck further so he wouldn’t miss a spot. He laid me on the bed, never removing his lips from my neck.
“Kairo…” I moaned.
“Call my name, beautiful.”
I shivered from the pet name. “Kairo…”
“Shit sounds so sweet.”
He rolled up my gown, exposing my white thong.
He sucked his teeth and let out a deep sigh.
“What?” I asked with shy eyes.
I knew my thong was soaked. My earlier intentions were to come and keep things cordial, but here I was sticky below. Kairo rubbed his hand across the top part of my thong. I could feel his touch through the thin material.
“This motherfucker so fat.” Kairo fed into my praise kink. The more he complimented me, the wetter I got. He snatched the thong off me with a forceful pull. He rubbed my clit and folds as he stared into my eyes. “This the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.”
Before I could cum, Kairo rolled his sweats down. He pressed himself against my opening. The sweatpants gave no justice to the size, length, and grith of Kairo’s dick. He must have noticed my shocked reaction because he chuckled.
“I’ll go slow, beautiful. You’ll adjust.”
I swallowed. There wasn’t much that scared me. Kairo’s dick was added to the list. Slowly, Kairo entered himself inside of me. My back rose off the bed. Kairo’s body shuddered.
“Wow, this feels so good. Goddamn.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, causing me to lose my mind. Kairo stroked me while I moaned his name as loud as I could.
“Fuck, Kairo.” I lowered my voice, biting at my lip.
“You like that, beautiful?” he asked.
I could barely speak. Kairo had me, and he had me deep. Before he could fuck me into a bliss, his phone rang. He ignored it, then the phone rang again.
“You will not answer it,” I commanded.
“Nah. Fuck it,” he said, stroking me.
The phone rang again. I had a deep feeling in my heart the person wouldn’t stop calling.
“Kairo, get that. Just make sure everyone is okay.”
He stopped stroking and rolled his eyes. “Fuck!”
He climbed off the bed and snatched the phone up. I studied his facial expression. It looked like he was reading a text message. His faced turned anxious.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Um… I got something to go handle. I’m going to have to step out.”
My heart sank to the bottom of my feet. There was nothing about this exchange that made me feel good. I questioned who was on the other side of the phone. The only thing I could assume was another woman. There was nothing that would make a man stop mid-sex but another woman.
“Really, Kairo?” I asked, climbing off the bed. I snatched my ripped thong and closed my robe tighter. He moved around the room, putting on his clothes. I stood there watching him grab a pair of black jeans and a black shirt. “Kairo… What is going on? You’re acting like we were not in the middle of something.”
He looked at me. “Junie, I’m sorry. I got to go.”
I looked him up and down. I couldn’t believe this was happening. There was never a man I met that would stop mid-sex to go run an errand.
“Fuck you, Kairo.”
I stormed off toward my room. I slammed the door. It was fuck Kairo. First thing tomorrow morning, I planned to ask for a new bodyguard. There was no way I could be around him again.