Chapter 17 Kyelle
“I hate to leave you when you need me, but I’m not sure you even realize the time or the fact that you’ve been moping around all day,” Tracy says, forcing me to look up from my phone.
My emotions have been haywire all day, between reading comments from the post where Kaeden’s character was attacked and listening to his voicemail.
“Wh-what time is it?” I ask hoarsely.
The tears I have shed off and on since yesterday have my voice struggling for normalcy.
“Almost seven thirty.” Tracy rolls her eyes, causing my lips to quirk slightly.
“Are you over me or—” I leave the statement open-ended so Tracy can tell me what’s on her mind.
“You wouldn’t be in here sulking and acting like your nonexistent cat died if you would put on your big girl panties and call your man.”
“It’s not that simple. I’ve avoided his me—”
“Girl, please. Tell the nigga you’re on your period or some shit. That stupid post should have never made you feel some type of way, especially when that’s not who he’s been toward you.”
Biting my bottom lip, I ponder Tracy’s statement because it’s not the first time I’ve thought that maybe I’m overreacting or making a mountain out of a mole hill.
The problem with admitting that I might be wrong is that I’m torn between truth and actions.
My heart is saying to judge Kaeden by everything he’s shown me thus far.
But my traitorous mind is saying that Kaeden is a professional football player with a roving dick.
“Don’t be quiet now. I see the guilt all in your ey—” Loud banging cuts off Tracy’s statement, causing me to blink rapidly and Tracy to freeze.
The banging continues, alerting us that whoever is at the front door isn’t going to go away until someone answers. Our cars are in the parking lot, so I’m sure the irate customer is aware of our presence in the bookstore.
“This is why we need to go get our CCW and carry our black asses out of this store before it gets dark,” Tracy fusses.
Nodding, I pick up the steel bat beside my desk and exit my office with Tracy holding a can of mace beside me.
“Alright, I’ll spray them, and you start swinging. We’ll call RPD after you’ve knocked them unconscious,” Tracy whispers, despite it just being the two of us inside.
All that can be heard is banging as my heart races with each step toward the front entrance.
The heels I wore to work are underneath my desk, allowing me to quietly move to my destination.
Tracy is tiptoeing despite wearing flat shoes that don’t make any noise.
The vein in my neck is pulsing the closer we get, and the urge to release my bladder surfaces, which is crazy because I don’t even have to go to the bathroom.
A gasp escapes my mouth when my eyes land on the person unceremoniously attempting to enter the store.
“Looks like it’s curtains for your hiding window. Do you still want the mace? He looks like he could piss fire,” Tracy says teasingly without looking at me.
A shiver slides down my back at the glower on Kaeden’s face as he bangs on the door. I’m feeling anything but fear as my lower region thumps and juices begin flowing from my honeypot as it acknowledges Kaeden’s presence.
“Alright, tell me before I open this door, mace or nah?” Tracy says, snapping me from my raging libido.
“N-n-n-no. I’m—I’ll be fine,” I say, attempting to get my thoughts together once we reach the front entrance as I swallow the growing lump in my throat.
“Mhm. This man is about to turn you out in here. Do me a favor and sanitize whatever y’all penetrate, please.” Not giving me time to respond, Tracy unlocks the door, allowing Kaeden to charge in like a panther seconds from destroying its prey.
“This—”
“Hey, Kaeden. Bye, Kaeden. See you later, bestie,” Tracy says, waving while hurrying out the door before closing and locking it as Kaeden stares daggers into me.
“We—let’s talk in my office,” I say before turning and heading back where I came as heat hits my back, letting me know that Kaeden is behind me.
“I’m going to start this discussion because there are some things that I need to get off my chest.”
My goodness, why am I starting to feel hot?
The intensity with which Kaeden is staring at me and the slight bulge on his left thigh have my body heating rapidly.
“I know the paparazzi invaded our privacy and made what had been an enjoyable date seem meaningless. But let me make you aware of some real shit so I can clear the cloudy ass waters swimming in your mind. The first day I saw you, I saw a woman whose smile drew me in like a magnet, causing my heart to skip several beats.”
My heart is galloping as my mind fights to keep up with the words leaving his mouth.
The firm, intense eye contact along with the subtlety of his hand gliding along my exposed thigh, has me feeling out of sorts.
His eyes are shining, becoming glossy, and softening with every passing second.
As he continues, I hang onto his every word with a dry mouth and racing pulse.
“This is one of the drawbacks of being in the public eye, and I hate this. I want the lasting, long-term parts of you that those reckless mothafuckas don’t know, nor do they understand.”
“Why?” The word echoing the loudest in my brain slips from my lips as we engage in an intense stare-down.
“Why the fuck not? In you, I’m finding peace. I’m finding calm in the midst of continuous days of chaos.”
Biting my lip, I contemplate what it will be like on a regular basis to be seen in the headlines, internet blogs, and various places simply by being with him.
“Unfortunately, being an athlete means the media attention comes with the territory when dating me. But even knowing that, I’m letting you know right now .
. . I’m not giving you up. I want to put the ball in your court, but doing so means that you might shut down on my ass again, and I’m not feeling that shit. ”
My eyes water as I take in Kaeden’s words that hit me like a dart in the chest.
“Seeing us plastered online and reading so many nasty comments caused me to shut down mentally. This is a new arena for me, and I’m sc—” My words get stuck to the roof of my mouth as my eyes become misty.
“Fuck! I’m sorry, baby. But you don’t have to be scared. With every-fucking-thing in me, I’m gonna protect you and us.”
“I really like you, Kaeden, and I’m sorry for not being woman enough to handle my reaction maturely. I want us and what we’re building. How can I deal with these situations because we’re out here now?”
“A part of being your man is protecting, securing, and affirming you. We’re gonna shift these mothafuckas narrative, because I ain’t the nigga they think I am.”
My breath hitches, and the water welling in my eyes trickles from the corners at the sincerity in Kaeden’s eyes.
“Nah, you about to fuck me up with these tears, my baby. Come here.” Pulling me into his body, Kaeden envelops me in an embrace that nearly stops my heart.
“C-can you kiss me? I need the security,” I whisper.
“Say less.”
Fireworks burst the minute our lips connect, as I feel like I’m returning home after being stranded on a deserted island.
The thumping underneath my butt feels like I’m not the only one struggling with our growing chemistry.
Standing, I quickly change positions so I’m now straddling Kaeden’s body with my dress no longer concealing my lower portion.
Kaeden’s eyes darken at the sight of seeing more of my thighs and the peekaboo from my thongs.
His hands feel like lava coursing over a volcano from an eruption as they run over my thighs before grabbing handfuls of my ass.
With my raging libido taking over, I scoot closer to his chest, feeling his dick jumping against me.
“Mm,” I moan.
“Let’s check to see how sturdy this desk is. We’re going to need room.” Scooting to the edge, he stands, holding me against his body before lowering me onto my desk.
A sensation of my hair lifting at the nape of my neck begins as cool air hits my bare thighs when Kaeden backs up slightly.
“Ba-baby,” I moan helplessly.
“Ssh, I’m about to put us both outta our misery, Kyelle,” he says huskily. “I need to see all of you.” Pulling my dress up and over my head, Kaeden licks his lips as if I’m a piece of pork tenderloin wrapped in bacon.
Lifting my body gently, his hands work to unsnap my bra as my breasts sit perky, firm, and round like melons.
His dick is bulging against his pants, making my mouth water as I blink slowly as if in a trance.
Kaeden’s hands move to both sides of my waist before gripping the thin straps of my thongs and yanking.
A gasp leaves my mouth the moment air hits my bare pussy lips milliseconds later.
“Fuck!” His throaty delivery has me closing my eyes, needing a minute to try to calm the throbbing in my core.
The sound of a zipper can be heard, letting me know Kaeden is removing his clothing, and I peel my lids open, not wanting to miss any part of it.
His chest is a canvas of art with various ink that makes me want to ask him to include something resembling me in one of the few vacant spaces available.
His muscular abs give way to his third leg, which jumps from my inspection as Kaeden gets undressed in record time.
His dick is thick, veiny, and long, with a slight hook capable of shifting my insides and giving me a slight limp while walking.
The tip is shiny, with a sheen of pre-cum calling out for me to sample his flavor.
“Damn, I’ve missed you,” Kaeden tells me with his eyes appearing to glow like a feline.
“Me too,” I moan when his head dips, connecting our lips.
The kiss is soft, but his lips don’t linger as he moves to my neck, and I hold my breath.
My legs unconsciously curl around his waist. My right hand lands on his back as my left rests on his shoulder.
Tingles mix with shivers from the heat of his mouth and the coldness against my back.
My body is at war adjusting to the various sensations I’m experiencing.
A puff of air slips from my lips upon feeling Kaeden’s dick tapping at my entrance.
“Are you ready for this?” he whispers.
Wordlessly, I nod, granting him permission to put us out of our misery as his dick slips into my treasure.
“Ooh,” I moan.
“Damn,” Kaeden groans.
As he thrusts in and out of me, I hold on as we become reacquainted. Sweat forms on my lip as moisture pops on his back. The fullness of his dick plummeting me effortlessly has me clenching my walls tighter.
“That’s right, hug my dick, my baby.” He pants.
My inhibitions flee as I close my eyes from the intensity of our coupling, and I fight not to release so early. Kaeden is relentless in his strokes, and I’m enjoying his hips thrusting without mercy. Feeling my left leg slipping, I move it higher to avoid disrupting our position.
“Mm, Ka-Kae-Kaeden, shit!”
Opening my eyes, I see Kaeden gritting his teeth with his eyes peering into me with an unblinking, unyielding gaze.
His short breaths hit me, giving me the air I need to feed my brain with oxygen.
My toes curl as an intense wave of heat begins running to my pussy as my arousal signals its inability to hold off any longer.
“I’m—fuck—I’m about to cum, Kaeden.”
“Let that shit go then, Ms. Ky.”
My spine stills, and my back bows as a wave hits me seconds before my juices release, causing my mouth to hang open without sound.
“Fuucckkk!” Kaeden shouts before a flood of warmth rushes into my tunnel, alerting me of his joining me in the bliss of our joint release.
My legs feel like noodles as I try to maintain position as I pant uncontrollably. My eyelids are heavy as I blink slowly, trying to regulate my unsteady breathing. For countless minutes, Kaeden hovers above me as his chest rises and falls, matching my heart's rhythm.
At this point, Kaeden is gonna have to spend the night at my house because there’s no way I’m going to let him go home without getting another fix.