Chapter 4
4
I pulled up my jeans and eased out a heavy breath. I discarded the condom into the wastebasket beside the desk—which I was taking out as soon as possible because Rod was never finding out about this.
Shit .
The comedown had me putting things into perspective, and I had just fucked up bad.
Her wincing had me looking over. Kennedy was slacked against the desk as her hands gripped the edge. She’d done a lousy job of pulling her dress together to conceal her breasts and right her person.
I stayed where I was, not wanting to touch her again. The feel of her soft skin against my rough palms only emphasized how wrong this was. As if the fact that she was driving a shiny new Lexus wasn’t a big indicator. Outside of the car, one look at this girl and I knew she was from money. The diamonds in her ears, the pearls around her neck, the air of sophistication about her—she wasn’t from around here.
“Are you okay?” I spoke up, assessing her slow, sluggish movements.
Kennedy looked at me from beneath her lashes and behind the curtain of her hair. My breathing slowed because fuck. She was so goddamn pretty.
She tossed me a sheepish smile. “It’s been a while.”
Same . I mused over her words. So, she wasn’t usually this bold. I wasn’t either. Not that I hadn’t had my share of one-nighters in the past, but none like this. Nothing compared to this.
I scratched along my neck. I didn’t know what to think of Kennedy.
One thing that was painfully obvious, was that she was beautiful. In a way that made me feel dirty for touching her. She had a nice deep brown complexion, heart-shaped face framed with long dark hair, brown almond-shaped eyes, and a set of plump lips I wanted to feel between my teeth.
Pretty or not, she wasn’t my type. Not by a long shot. One taste of her, one feel of her, and none of that mattered. It was like something out of an old-school porno. Lowly mechanic serving the desperate and horny housewife. But shit, it felt good. She’d looked at me as if I were scum, until I was deep inside her, making her scream. She demanded I didn’t kiss her, as if I wasn’t worthy—an act probably reserved for the dude she was marrying.
That was another thing. You couldn’t miss the huge rock on her left hand. It was the first thing I noticed when I set eyes on her—well, after her face. That and her attitude. Kennedy had a face that could bring a man to his knees, but then there was that diva shit. She was the coldest woman I’d ever seen. I was sure whoever put that diamond on her finger was going to freeze his dick off fuckin’ around with her come their honeymoon.
But I hadn’t.
I would’ve never gotten into this predicament with a client, but something about the way Kennedy had looked at me, the way she tempted me, had me acting out of character, against protocol. Despite the red flags, all I wanted to do was fuck that smirk off her face. To give the little rich girl something to talk about.
So I went with the vibe.
The only sounds to be heard were a mix of splish-splash and her moans. And I couldn’t get enough of it. She was a new feel, but I loved it. The fit of her smaller body against mine, the feel of her taking me inside her, the dig of her nails into my skin. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. Her sex was so pretty, I’d had to kiss it twice.
When the walls closed in and the levees broke, I was more than willing to go down with the ship.
Now here we were. The aftermath.
I took in her dizzy, somewhat disoriented, dazed state. I hadn’t really been gentle with her. Once the light was green, I went from zero to a hundred miles per hour without thinking.
“Can you walk?” I wondered out loud as I took in Kennedy’s condition.
She snorted. “You weren’t that good.”
I felt a brow arch as I pivoted in her direction.
Instantly, she raised a hand, releasing a cute little laugh. “I’m kidding! But I’ll live.”
I settled down and grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it on. I needed to get out of here.
“God, where are my panties?” Kennedy sighed as she spun around, searching the floor for the soaked thong I’d thrown aside.
I found my baseball cap and screwed it on at the same time she managed to pick up her discarded underwear. She examined them, as if questioning going commando or not.
Again, I stared at her silently. Aside from her attractiveness, she also appeared young. I could already tell she’d someday be fifty giving the women in their twenties a run for their money.
“Can I see your license? We need a copy of it while we service your car.” It was a lie, but she didn’t even know the make of her car, so I was sure she wouldn’t know what was standard procedure or not. It was clear she was an adult, but I still wanted to check on her age.
Kennedy turned around and leaned over to retrieve her fallen clutch from the floor. The sight of the curves of her ass had me wishing I would’ve taken her from the back as well. She really had a bomb ass body.
Kennedy dug into her bag and fished out her license and handed it to me.
I took it and read it over.
Of three things I now knew. Her full name was Kennedy Elizabeth Nichols , she wasn’t an organ donor, and she was definitely grown.
“You just turned twenty-four,” I said as I held the card out.
Kennedy narrowed her eyes and snatched her license back. “You could’ve just asked.” She put the card away before regarding me. “So, how old are you ?”
“Twenty-nine.”
Kennedy stuck her hand out. “Uh-huh.”
I wasn’t sure why, but I dug my license from my wallet and handed it over to confirm my age.
Kennedy quickly scanned it. “Keith William Avery. You’re six-three, and indeed twenty-nine. Almost thirty soon.”
“Almost,” I said bitterly as I accepted my license back and stored it away.
Switching gears, I went and grabbed the shopping bag out of the wastebasket and tied it up to take it out.
“Do you have somewhere in the city you need to be? I can drop you off,” I offered as I regarded Kennedy.
She smoothed out the material of her designer dress—the “Valentino” dress. “So I had to sleep with you to get a ride?”
Despite my hurry to get out of this, I managed to smile. “Nah, I was tryna get you a cab, remember? Besides, it’s the least I could do now.”
“I have a friend I was going to go see. She lives off Queen Ave on Magnolia,” Kennedy explained. She soon thumbed a finger over her shoulder. “First, can I use the restroom?”
I nodded. “It’s right out the way you came. Can’t miss it.”
She slipped out of the room and I tidied up the office as best as I could. The smell of sex hung in the air, dragging me back to our encounter. That was probably one of the best fucks I’d ever had. If not the best. I loved the way she took me, how she kept moaning my name. How I fit inside her like she was built exclusively for me.
Shaking my head, I straightened Rod’s desk and focused on getting out of dodge.
Following Kennedy’s lead, I made a pit stop in the men’s room before going out to the dumpster and tossing the trash. Knowing Unc, he’d probably beat me here in the morning, but I’d do my best to get in early enough to fix Kennedy’s car and make sure the coast was clear.
There was a chance Rod wouldn’t care about this, but I didn’t want to push it. My uncle took his shop seriously. He worked hard to own this place and to build his clientele, and I’d be damned if I fucked it up because I couldn’t control my urges.
Kennedy met me by the front door, her movement not as swift as it once was. It stroked my ego knowing she could feel me in every step she took.
It had been way too long.
I took her out to my Tahoe where I opened the passenger door for her, but not without giving her one good warning.
I leaned in to whisper, “Don’t touch the station.”
Kennedy only grinned up at me. “Play something nice and I won’t.”
Brat .
I resisted the urge to smack her ass as she turned and got into the SUV. Instead, I settled on curling and uncurling my fingers to release the tension.
Tugging the brim of my baseball cap down, I took a moment to breathe and compose myself before rounding the car and getting in behind the wheel.
Kennedy recited the address where her friend stayed, a familiar area that wasn’t too far from Rod’s Repair.
I put my Tahoe in gear, backed out of the spot, and soon took off for the exit. Not feeling the silence between us, I reached down and turned up my favorite radio station and let the hip-hop beat fill the ride.
Half a minute later, Kennedy sat up, flinching just a little as if still sore.
She angled her head at the stereo. “This sounds familiar.”
I smirked, a little surprised she’d know Westside Connection.
I didn’t bother educating her on who was playing, and she didn’t kill the mood by switching the station. She even seemed to like it, despite their rhymes being not too far off from King Von’s. I credited it to their singsong chorus making their song easier to digest.
Not too long later, I pulled up to a little house on Magnolia Ave, in behind a white Volkswagen. A few lights were on and as I faced Kennedy, I found her heaving a sigh of relief.
She turned to me, taking me in that way she’d done back in the office. Long gone was her fear of getting dirty.
“I guess I’ll see you in the morning,” Kennedy said. The rise and fall of her chest told me just how affected she was here and now in this car with me, with what we’d done.
When her hooded eyes settled on mine, I shifted my attention to her lips before nodding along. My grip on my steering wheel tightened, keeping me in place in my seat. One-off or not, I really wanted to taste those lips.
“Yeah, I’ll get right on it first thing,” I said calmly.
Kennedy bobbed her head and undid her seat belt. She grabbed her purse and was out of the car. Once she was on the front walk, she looked back at me over her shoulder, those eyes of hers stilling me in place until she was safely inside the house after knocking a few times.
Blinking, I let the moment go and headed home.
I didn’t bother turning on any lights as I made it in. Through the darkness, I found my way to the back where my master bedroom was and collapsed as soon as I felt the edge of my bed. I needed this night to be over already.
I took off my cap and dug my phone out of my pocket to charge. My screen flashed a missed text from Savon.
Savon
Bougie af, wasn’t she?
I didn’t even bother responding. He had no idea.