Chapter 12 Kaeden
Nearly Two Weeks Later . . .
“I have a question for you,” Kyelle says, and I sit up straighter in my bed while staring into her playful eyes.
“What’s up?”
“When is the last time you did something with your feet other than breaking up passes and running around a football field?”
“Oh, that’s how you see what I do? You know they pay me good money for that shit, right?” I ask, smirking.
“How about I pay you to do something more fun?” The stars in Kyelle’s eyes have my dick twitching as my brow hikes at hearing her question.
“What kind of payment are we talking about?”
“I got kisses and a ton of—”
“Man.” I chuckle, cutting off her statement.
“What, my kisses aren’t a good source of payment?” A cute pout forms and wrinkles dance across her forehead, increasing my laughter.
“What do you want me to do, Kyelle?”
A bright smile replaces her pout, and her eyes sparkle as her face brightens, causing my chest to expand and my stomach to flip slightly.
“Come with me to a salsa class.”
“Man, what? Niggas don’t take salsa classes, Kyelle. What in the world have you been watching?”
“Well, I guess it’s something you’ll be adding to your résumé because I signed us up already. It’s a beginner’s session, so you won’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself.”
“Man, what?” More laughter escapes my mouth upon hearing Kyelle’s declaration because I know she ain’t serious about dragging my ass to salsa.
Kyelle’s ass was as serious as a heart attack because here I am standing in this room full of couples, looking crazy. I’ve got two right cleats, and neither would have me spinning and shaking my hips like this class is calling for.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this shit. I want endless kisses and shit after this.” I grumble lowly so only Kyelle can hear me.
“If you can perform a touchdown dance after intercepting a football, this should be a breeze. Now shush, we need to hear the instructions.”
“I can’t believe this shit.” I grumble again as Kyelle’s attention shifts to the zesty woman providing instructions to the attendees.
Kyelle’s eyes return to me, and I see a sultry expression that becomes verbal with her next words.
“All I’m asking is that you give it a chance. No fans, no athletics just you, me, and a lot of hip action that I know you’re capable of.” Kyelle’s eyes return to the front as my body temperature heats like a four-alarm fire.
“Trust me, my baby, I’m capable of picking up and putting down all the action you need.”
“Mm. Sounds like we’re both in for a good time then,” Kyelle whispers without the presence of her eyes.
“Damn.” My pants tighten from my dick’s reaction to Kyelle’s words, forcing me to turn away from everyone to mentally coach myself out of being aroused.
An unknown Latin song starts echoing around the room, and despite the foreign nature of this atmosphere, I’m trying to get into the romantic vibes.
Having Kyelle in my arms feels natural, even in this dance position I’ve never been in.
Prematurely, I take a step, and my foot covers Kyelle’s, causing her to frown.
“Shit. My bad.”
“The objective is to learn a new dance, not need a boot from the injury you’ll cause me by tripping over my poor little feet,” Kyelle tells me, smirking.
“Alright, one, two, three, turn your partner like you enjoy the intimacy between you. That’s it, smile,” the instructor coaches as the rest of the men and I follow her directive.
Somehow, I get tangled between watching the instructor and spinning Kyelle, causing her to giggle.
“Oh my goodness, you really don’t have any dance skills.”
“This really ain’t my sport, but I’m trying.”
“It wasn’t that bad in a dodging a holding penalty kinda way.” The easy smile Kyelle gives me lightens the mood and makes me want to keep going until my moves are more seamless.
“Whatchu know about holding penalties, Ms. Ky?”
“More than you seem to know about salsa.” Kyelle laughs, and the sound vibrates through me as I nod. “Don’t think . . . just feel. Let the music guide you.”
Nodding, I relax my shoulders ready to conquer these moves like I do defensive plays. “Alright. Let’s do this, my baby.”
“Let’s. All vibes, no thoughts,” Kyelle tells me, giving me a smile that seems to light up not only the dim room but my world as well.
Locking eyes with Kyelle, I smile when the instructor calls another move, a quick step and spin. With my teeth holding my bottom lip captive, I perform the move smoothly causing Kyelle to light up.
“You did it! You did it!”
“You won’t be clowning me for stepping on your feet the whole class.” Pulling her closer, my heart rate increases when the heat from our bodies bounces off each other as the song fades and another slower, more sensual one begins.
Without thought, I do what comes naturally, moving to the rhythm more than the instructions given by the instructor.
“This is what I was seeking from the beginning. I’ve always wanted a man to dance with me in an intimate setting like this.”
“Well, you officially have one. If this corny shit is what you want us to do, then me and my rhythmically-challenged ass will happily take position in your arms.”
“I could get used to having you in my arms.”
“As you should. I know we’re in it for the long haul, my baby.”
Our feet continue gliding as the other couple’s laughter and conversation fade around us. No one else matters but Kyelle and me because now that the music has taken over my movements, our rhythm increases.
Damn, I’m tired, but I hate to admit that it was an enjoyable experience I would have never seen myself doing.
“That was fun. But I had no idea how much my feet would hurt.” Kyelle gently slips her feet out of the tap-like shoes she’s wearing.
Tapping my lap, I verbally express my request. “Give me your feet, but I hope they aren’t stinky and achy.”
Kyelle giggles, doing as she’s told while flexing her toes once her foot is in my lap. “Stinky or not, I hope you still remove the ache.”
“Yeah, you earned this after not complaining when I stepped on these puppies during two songs. This is me showing my gratitude.”
My hands begin rubbing her left foot slowly as my thumbs press in the arch with ease and gentleness causing Kyelle to exhale.
My eyes roam around the room to see that everyone is lost in their own worlds, not paying us any attention.
I thought for sure the men in attendance would bombard me with autograph requests once the class was over.
But thankfully, no one has attempted to do anything but enjoy their partners, allowing me to breathe and enjoy my lady.
“Ooh, who knew you also moonlight as a masseur in your spare time. Your hands are—”
“Made to love you,” I tease.
“That song used to stay on repeat when I found myself in love wi—”
My eyes harden, and I frown as I immediately cut off whatever Kyelle is about to speak. “If you’re not speaking in the present tense concerning your feelings for me, your spiel is irrelevant.”
A half-laugh, half-moan falls from Kyelle’s lips as my hands continue moving over her foot.
My eyes are on her, but my hands haven’t faltered despite the storm brewing within my stomach that her words cause.
My touch is tender yet firm and a complete contradiction to the urge of wanting to beat the ass of the man who once held Kyelle’s heart.
“You don’t have to worry about him . . . He’s dead,” Kyelle says after several minutes of silence between us.
“Good.”
“Wait, what?” Kyelle’s mouth opens and closes while her eyes blink continuously upon hearing my single-word response.
Shrugging, I pat her left foot, returning it to my lap before moving on to give her right the same treatment. “Means I don’t have to figure out how to kill his ass and can remain one of the Bobcats’ defensive weapons.”
“K-kill—for what?”
“For having you open enough to obtain the part of you I’m after.” My hands slow when my eyes peer intently into Kyelle’s wide and assessing eyes.
“W-mm-let’s just change the subject before you have me thinking you need medication.”
“I’ve already called my doctor for a prescription that could potentially aid in helping me win your heart.”
Kyelle blinks without uttering a word, and I continue massaging her foot like I don’t know how outlandish my words are.
“Kaeden, uh—”
“Ssh. We have plenty of time to discuss those logistics. Let me give you something else to think about.” Lowering my head, I place light kisses on the inside of Kyelle’s ankle, smiling when her foot trembles in my hand.
Returning to my previous position, I smile wider upon seeing Kyelle biting her lip as her chest rises and falls heavily. The hesitation and tinge of worry in her eyes from moments ago have now been replaced with lust.
“Alright, everyone, you should be winded down enough for us to exit the building.” The instructor’s voice bounces off the walls, forcing me to disconnect eye contact with Kyelle.
“I-I guess we should be heading out.” Kyelle’s words hit my ears, and I nod without providing a verbal response.
“I’m not ready to go yet.”
“Me either. We could always make out in the parking lot like teenagers.”
“I’m not sure if that will work. What I have in mind will take some time.” Leaning in, I brush my lips across hers before assisting her with putting her shoes back on so we can leave.
Thanks to the dark tint of my windows, no one can see inside my vehicle as it idles in the parking lot where the salsa class took place.
My eyes linger on Kyelle as light music plays lowly, increasing the heat after kissing Kyelle’s ankle.
Kyelle’s breathing is still labored as her tongue slowly strolls across her lips.
“I’m trying with everything in me not to pull you across the console, but you are making it extremely difficult.”
Unbuckling her seat belt with a soft click, Kyelle leans in, causing me to meet her halfway.
Our lips meet, and explosions sound internally as the kiss elevates like we’ve been waiting too long to connect.
My hands have a mind of their own, pulling Kyelle across the console so she’s sitting in my lap, causing my dick to stand in salute.
My breath hitches as our kiss deepens, and the sexual tension elevates before becoming electrifying.
Kyelle grinds her hot pussy in my lap causing my dick to tap dance against my pants, and she moans in my mouth. My hands wrap around her waist, securing her in place as we continue kissing like we’re on a time crunch.
“We—mm—Kaeden, we’re in public, baby.” Kyelle pants after disconnecting our lips.
Kyelle’s forehead is against mine as we stare at each other without speaking for countless minutes. Kyelle’s hands explore my face, and I fight the urge to shiver like a post-practice ice bath. That desire has never happened to me in all my years of dating.
“Your place or mine.” There’s no point in mincing words or pretending like taking things to the next level isn’t inevitable.
“Mine. You have people at your house.”
“Oh, so you’re a noise maker, huh?”
A smirk slides into place before she replies, providing me with the location necessary for what’s about to happen.
“Just a little bit.”
“Say less.”
Kyelle giggles before climbing back over the console and securing her seat belt as I adjust my pants before pulling out of the spot.
My hand grips Kyelle’s thigh as we head toward her house with nothing but the sounds of low music around us.
My heart is racing, and my pulse is increasing as the knowledge of having sex with Kyelle for the first time settles within me like a boulder.