Chapter 10 #2
“Thank you for noticing the ogling thing and for caring about how I feel.”
She didn’t have to add the part that people didn’t usually do that for her. I already knew. The people in her life had been negligent as hell.
“If you’ll let me, I’ll keep it up.”
“I’ll let you.” She rolled over on her side so we were facing one another.
I unthreaded our fingers, picked up her leg, and draped it over mine. Then I scooted closer still. I kissed her lips.
“When I see you in that bikini, my dick bricks up. When I see the way you are with my girls, my dick bricks up. You walk around my house just being you, and my dick bricks up.”
“Kept . . .” She pushed her lips against mine.
My tongue went into her mouth while one hand reached for the back of her head and the other went for her ass, kneading and palming it. It didn’t take much for me to roll us. Soon, she was on her back, and I was settled between her legs. She raised her hips and ground her pussy against me.
I broke the kiss. “What are you doing, baby? You tryna get fucked outside on the front porch?”
“Maybe.” She panted, trying to catch her breath. “There’s more people in your house than it is out here.”
She had a point. My house was filled to capacity. While I was busy considering it, Xarielle’s tank top, shorts, and panties landed next to me on the swing.
Okay. We were doing this. I pulled off my own T-shirt, shorts, and drawers before settling between her legs. I didn’t waste any time, showing her titties love.
“You have the prettiest titties.”
I scooped them into my hands, marveling at the perfect roundness and the weightiness of them. Her dark-brown areolas and pebbled nipples beckoned me to taste them. I covered the left nipple with my mouth, sucking and pulling easily.
Her hand found the top of my head and rested there, holding me at her breast. My right hand held her left breast steady, right where I wanted it.
My left hand dropped between us and traveled down to the apex of her legs, finding her clit and massaging it.
I switched sides and showed her right breast some love and affection.
After a few minutes of acquainting myself, I moved up her body and captured her mouth in mine, sliding my tongue between her lips and kissing her deeply. She moaned in my mouth.
It was up. I eased forward, sliding into the slick wetness of her opening.
“Ooh.” She stared up into my eyes, using them as a window into my soul.
I pulled myself back and then plunged into her again and again.
“Damn, you have good pussy,” I murmured, my lips resting upon hers.
We kissed and kissed while I deep stroked her, and the bed swing rocked back and forth to the rhythm of my thrusts. I gathered her legs, pushing them up until her knees met her shoulders, punishing her shit from a different angle.
Xarielle hissed her pleasure, throwing the pussy back to me before chanting, “Yes. Yes, this dick.”
Through gritted teeth, I replied, “This pussy.”
Her wetness and warmth had me wanting to cry out like a bitch. It practically strangled me while simultaneously lulling me into ecstasy. I battled every hypnotic sensation so that I could keep pounding into her. The thrill of the friction between us caused both of us to moan and whimper.
Soon, her face morphed into the picture of total concentration. I figured she was close. I captured her lips again and pumped in and out of her while kissing her deeply and tugging her hair.
Her body tensed slightly as she softly panted my name, and her body became limp in my arms. Not long after that, I felt the familiar stirrings of an impending orgasm building up in me.
I pummeled her over and over again. At the very last second, I pulled out of her, depositing my load onto the mattress of the bed swing.
We lay there, holding each other in silence for a little while. Then the drop of the night temperature became very obvious against my naked skin.
“Let’s go in the house, mamas. It’s getting cold.”
“We should clean up the mattress first. You don’t want it to stain.”
“I’ll handle it in the morning. It’s not supposed to stain. It’s supposed to be a performance fabric.”
I rooted around the bed swing until I found her tank top.
I helped her pull it over her head. She did the same for me, turning my T-shirt to the right side before helping me slip it over my head.
Once my shirt was on, I couldn’t help pulling her to me and kissing her lips. She was so fucking thoughtful.
She put her panties and shorts back on while I finished dressing.
“While I was looking around the house for you, I saw a pallet on the floor in your family room.” She lightly bumped me with her shoulder. “You know you don’t have to sleep on the floor. All that queen-sized bed in my room and only me to sleep in it.”
“You just want more dick.” I picked her up from the bed swing bridal style then threw her over my shoulder. She yelped before giggling. I smacked her on the ass and carried her into the house.
After spending a good part of the night having sex with Xarielle, I managed to get a few hours of sleep.
I was up early though. The last thing I wanted was for somebody to catch us together then judge her.
She was a stellar fucking employee. I didn’t want anybody treating her like she earned the job on her back.
I grabbed swim trunks from the laundry room, changed into them, and hit the pool in time to watch the sunrise from the water.
After my swim, I trotted up the stairs and dipped into the hallway bathroom.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, showered, and dressed.
I was on my deck by the time movement started inside the house.
The door leading to the deck opened and shut with a soft thud, then her voice floated across the open space to me.
“Still getting up early to watch the sun come up. Some things never change.” Jayla walked over. A short lace robe covered her night attire and fluffy slippers were on her feet. She took a seat at the dining table with me.
Her back was to the water while I faced it. She never cared about the water one way or another. That probably should’ve been an immediate red flag. I needed the water. It was like a life source for me.
“Kept?”
I moved my eyes from the beauty of the horizon and met hers. I raised my eyebrows quizzically.
“Are you happy?”
I fought not to sigh. All I could do was hope that she wasn’t about to hit me with some bullshit about reuniting.
I wasn’t interested. I’d spent enough time beating myself up for choosing a woman that was everything that I’d promised myself I would avoid—a carbon copy of Vivienne—physically beautiful but vapid.
The only difference between the two was that Vivienne liked to party, and Jayla liked to shop.
“I’m cool.” My response was short. “Are you happy?”
I asked the question already knowing the answer whether Jayla was willing to cop to it or not. I’d never really known Jayla happy. She wasn’t happy when I met her. She wasn’t happy while we were together, and she didn’t appear to be happy now.
“I thought I would be. I thought what was missing was Ahmed and the lifestyle he was promising . . . travel, seeing the world, shopping, living without limitations. But that shit was smoke and mirrors. Ahmed doesn’t love me.
He goes on month-long business trips to the Middle East and leaves me alone in the flat in London.
I think he probably has a family in Abu Dhabi.
Like a whole wife and kids. He runs around on me with blonde, white girls.
” She wiped at the tears that formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
“I walked away from my daughters for him, and he plays in my face. The level of disrespect is . . .” She let her thoughts trail off.
“Damn, I hate that for you, Jay. You ever thought about leaving him? About packing your shit and moving back to the States?”
“Honestly?” She pierced me with her gaze. “Honestly, I think about it all the time. I’ve thought about reaching out to you so many times, Kept. Just to feel you out and see if the feelings were still there.”
“The feelings of what?”
She choked on her tears.
“Kept.” She whined my name.
My sigh was heavy and filled with reluctance to even entertain the conversation.
“Today is your daughter’s fourth birthday?—”
“I know that!” she snapped, cutting me off.
“Concentrate on her.”
I stood from the table and walked into my home. With my parents in my bedroom, there was nowhere for me to chill out or hide until it was time for the party. As I stormed out of the kitchen, my hand was grabbed and fingers threaded through mine.
“Come here.” Xarielle didn’t say anything else. She just pulled me into her bedroom.