Chapter 10 Navy – Blame It On The Alcohol
NAVY – BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL
All that talk about fate had me deep in my head.
Fate could easily be used to manipulate what the body wanted, which was what had kept me away from the condo all day.
I knew that she would be house hunting, and when she wasn’t, she would be back there working on her magazine.
I didn’t want any amount of time to pass where I could tempt fate and find myself in a similar situation like I was with Natika.
I meant what I told her; I had found the girl for me.
I just wasn’t sure that she was really meant for me.
I wasn’t sure that she would feel the same.
The problem with that was Nyako was the type of woman I could see myself settling down with. My emotions and thoughts had changed drastically over the last year, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore.
My mouth said I wanted to be friends and enjoy my freedom and independence a little longer.
My heart said that I wanted and needed someone to be with me in the silence, to fill those empty voids, and to share the laughter and the heartache with.
Then there were my actions. They said that I wasn’t ready for anything other than the next moment.
Several beautiful women had approached me while I hung out tonight with my brother, Eli, and my best friend, Caleb Nash. While they egged me on, something held me back, and that wasn’t like me. They peppered me with questions all night long, but I had no answers.
How could I tell them that despite the beautiful women coming on to me, the only one I wanted to be bothered with was a dark-skinned, five-eleven former model, who while she had curves, those curves paled in comparison to the women draped all over me?
That shit didn’t make sense in anyone’s book.
Yet here I was pulling up to the condo just to be in the same space as her.
“Boy, you tripping,” I muttered as I keyed in the code to let me inside. How had I gone from running from her all day to wanting to be all up under her tonight? And though we wouldn’t even be in the same room, let alone the same bed, it didn’t stop me from wanting to be where she was.
I stepped inside and toed my shoes off before I hung up my coat.
I was hungry and thirsty as hell from the drinking that I’d been doing, and all I wanted was some water and food, but it was too late to cook anything without waking her.
It was a little after one in the morning, and as much as I wanted to be under her, I had no plans on waking her up.
I had barely pulled a bottled water from the fridge before she came into the living room, flicking lights on as she went.
I turned around and noticed she was wearing a short red and gray T-shirt that hung off her shoulder a little bit. It skimmed the tops of her thighs, and I wondered if she had anything on underneath there.
“My bad. Did I wake you?” I asked before I pulled the bottle to my lips.
“No. I was just getting up to get some water too,” she stated softly, moving past me and heading to the refrigerator.
I took a swig of my water as I watched her lean inside to grab the bottle.
Her long, toned legs beckoned me to take a look.
I found myself leaning to see underneath that T-shirt, because I had a feeling that she wore no panties at all.
If she did have them on, I would be shocked.
The only thing that I could see were the curves of her ass cheeks.
“Are you okay?” she asked, turning around and catching me in the act with a knowing smile on her lips.
“Yeah, I’m just admiring what I see.”
She dipped her head at my boldness and hid the smile behind her bottled water.
“Does that make you uncomfortable? The way that I’m complimenting you?”
“Navy, you’ve seen me naked, touched me, teased me, and tasted me. You’ve been all inside of my body. Why would I be shy now?”
“I don’t know. The setting and mood is different.
This isn’t just two strangers meeting in the airport knowing they will walk away from each other after this moment.
We’re here together for a week, all in one another’s personal space.
We’re in a situation where we will let our guards down. That makes shit different.”
“I mean, it does, but I’m comfortable.”
“Good, because I’ve always admired your beauty. No matter what campaign you were doing, you were always beautiful to me.”
“Thank you,” she replied through a yawn as she stretched.
Her T-shirt came up just a little, showing off her thighs.
My eyes were drawn to them, even as she walked toward me to leave the kitchen.
I thought about all the beautiful women I’d turned away and how all I wanted was to be back here with her again, inside of her, filling her up, and hearing her whisper my name in my ear.
Her gaze grew narrowed as she watched me. I stood in the doorway filling it up, and I refused to move, even as she came closer.
“Are you gonna let me by?” She bit her lip and lifted her eyebrow.
She may have asked the question, but Nyako wasn’t waiting for a response.
It wasn’t a surprise though. She was the type of woman who confidently took what she wanted and gave no apologies.
She brushed past me to get out of the kitchen, and the softness of her warm, round breast brushed against my arm.
Unable to resist the temptation of a simple touch, I reached my arm behind me without turning, as she passed me up, and I grabbed her hand.
Our fingertips barely touched, and with our backs to each other as I still faced the kitchen, and she faced the living room, I professed, “I am so damn weak for you, Nyako.”
She replied, “You are not weak, Navy. You are strong. Strong enough to walk away from me at the airport and push me out of your mind.”
“You were never out of my mind, beautiful. You were always right there.”
“Then why did you agree that we should go our separate ways?”
“Because it was what you wanted. If I’ve learned anything it’s that I will never push up on a woman who doesn’t want me.”
She sighed softly. “I definitely wanted you. Don’t mistake that.”
“Then why did you propose what you did?”
“Because you and I were both on some ‘get over our exes’ shit, and that doesn’t usually bode well for one person.”
“It doesn’t, and you were right to put that agreement in place.”
“What’s different now? The live? The phone call?”
“Me. I want you.”
She squeezed my hand and stated, “I can’t tell. Not with the way that you’ve been avoiding me since we’ve been stuck here together.”
All it took was a little jerk, and her body was back into the kitchen. With a quick spin, I had her pressed against the wall. Nyako’s chest heaved with deep inhalations as I stared at her beautiful heart-shaped lips, and my finger traced the curve of her jawline.
“Don’t tease me,” she muttered.
“I’m not teasing you. I promise that I want you.”
“Still can’t tell,” she muttered in a heavy breath.
I held her jaw in my hands as I moved in and kissed her deeply, absorbing her moans and sucking her tongue. Nyako arched her hips forward, pressing her pelvis against mine to gain more space between us. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around the back of mine.
She arched her back again, but this time, she ground her pelvis against me, grabbing a handful of my shirt and dragging me closer to her. We deepened the kiss, unable to get enough of each other.
I broke the kiss and muttered, “How about now?”
“I’m starting to feel you.”
My hand dragged up the back of her thigh and cupped her ass.
I kneaded the soft, plump flesh back there and kissed her again as I dragged the T-shirt up and over her ass.
That was when I realized that I had been wrong.
She was wearing panties. They were a pair of tiny G-strings, and the string disappeared up her ass.
I slid my fingers forward and cupped the crotch of her panties before I moved them to the front and fingered the lace front. I plunged my fingers deep inside of her, making her gasp before she cursed.
“Shit!”
“How about now? You feel me?”
“Think you’re getting to the heart of it all, Navy.” Her voice was heavy and raspy with lust.
I crooked my fingers inside of her and scissored her until she bit down on my shoulder. The nip of her teeth breaking through the material of my shirt to my skin was somewhat sobering, but not enough to get me to stop what I was doing.
I didn’t want to fight through the haze of alcohol to recall a vow that we made over the weekend. What did it matter really? Weren’t promises made to be broken? It sounded stupid, but I thought that I heard that somewhere.
I continued working her over until she gripped my arm with her hands, locked her thighs around my wrist, and came on my fingers. I kissed her through her orgasm, and when she came down from her orgasmic high, I pulled my fingers free and sucked them clean.
“I’ve wanted you so damn bad, since the moment I saw you again in my bedroom.”
“You can have me now. Just need a single barrier of protection between us.”
I pulled my wallet from my pants and removed a condom that I held high like a trophy.
Nyako snatched it and ripped it open while I unzipped my pants.
She covered me, and I pressed her against the wall again, shifting her legs around my hips.
When I shoved up into her, it wasn’t gentle, but desperate and wild. It was with reckless abandonment.
Nyako grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer. Our breaths were hot, mine tinged with alcohol and hers the spearmint from toothpaste. Our teeth clashed, she nipped my lip, and I sucked hers.
I grabbed her throat and pumped up into her, gyrating hard like a madman who was desperate to spread his seed and leave a legacy. Within minutes, she clenched around me, crying out as I dragged my mouth from hers and bit her nipple.
Nyako threw her pussy on me, forcing herself further down my shaft as I hit angles I hadn’t previously felt, until I released every bit of seed I possessed.
And when we were finished, the possession that held me deep in its grips, the urgent need I had to claim her, was no more. She slowly slid her legs down, and I let her down the wall until she stood on shaky limbs like a baby deer.
Nyako tipped up on her toes, kissed my lips, and turned and went to bed.