Koa
20.
I want her so fucking much.
How does she taste?
I’m so stupid because I still haven’t gone down on her, is all I think reading through Ledger’s text while getting ready for work in the bathroom. I tasted her juices but still haven’t eaten her out. But I plan on fucking doing that as soon as I can tonight. My dick stirs to life just thinking about her plumb, pink pussy lips. Jesus.
I’m tired as fuck, but I wouldn’t trade last night for anything. Everything we did was so hot, and then I fucked her bare. Fuck. It was the most amazing feeling, having her around me when she came. I almost blurted out the three magic words when I was inside her. I’m so stupid.
I know everything is going so fast and that she still needs time but, shit,I’m in love with Lacey. Her beauty and her hot body are one thing, but her sweet personality, her gentleness, the way she cries about every damn sad animal video she watches, the way her eyes light up when she sees me, everything made me fall for her. And now I’m here, fucked, not knowing if she feels the same way I do. I dry my hair with a hot-pink hairdryer.
I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed tonight.
We wanted to go over and have a sleepover at my apartment last week but Briana’s friend canceled at the last minute so we decided to stay here with her instead, just in case Adrian is watching us somehow and decided to pay Briana a visit. She is flying back to her hometown tonight to visit her parents, though. She’s staying for around three days. She begged Lacey to come too, offering to pay for her flight and everything, but my sweet girl was too stubborn to accept any money from her best friend. So Lacey’s finally coming over to my place.
We’re also going to visit the Youth Center today. Ledger is at home getting some rest, and Lacey has beauty school. And I plan on having my ass stationed there as long as she learns.
There’s a soft knock on the door and a minute later my dream girl comes into the bathroom. She looks at my naked chest and immediately flushes pink. I chuckle, loving every second of her getting hot and bothered when she looks at me. If I didn’t have to work, I would walk around naked for her all day long.
She comes up next to me, taking her beauty bag to apply some mascara. I kiss her cheek, and she grins up at me, one eye closed, the mascara brush at the other one. I grin down at her.
“You look beautiful, Lacey. You don’t even have to wear makeup, you know that right?”
She puts the mascara down and looks into my eyes.
“You’re silly. You know I have to look even slightly like a makeup artist, going to class. Mr. Humdinger told us that no one will want us to work on their face if ours looks like shit.”
I grin, imagining her teacher walking around the class, scolding everyone and their sister with his raised eyebrows telling them exactly that. I’ve only seen him through the window a few times and every single one of them I felt judged.
“He is just jealous because he wouldn’t look good without all of his make up.”
Lacey smiles, applying a coat of lip gloss, and I grip the sink so I don’t grab her and kiss that shit off.
“So I’m taking my scissors with me today,” she tells me, swirling around and touching my hair with both of her hands, going through the short strands.
My hair has gotten a little longer. I usually keep it pretty short, but since we’ve been so busy with her I haven’t been able to go get it cut. I love her hands on me though, so I might keep it like this, for her to go through it.
“I could cut you some bangs if you want me to.”
I pick her up and she lets out a little yelp before I sit her sweet ass on the counter.
“You could make me bald as long as it is making you happy,” I tell her honestly.
She looks into my eyes. The green in hers looks like shiny emeralds right now, and I kiss her nose.
“You make me happy,” she tells me honestly, cracking open a part of my heart I didn’t know a woman could open.
I kiss her. It’s soft this time, not wild, not hard. Just a slow kiss to show her how I feel about her.
“Laceeeeey, Koa!” Briana yells from the other side of the door, breaking up our kiss. “You two decent?”
Lacey grins, looking down at my body. “No, Bri.”
So she doesn’t want to share me with her best friend. I smirk.
“You’re so dirty, Lacey.”
“Yes, Lacey, you are so dirty,” I whisper in her ear.
She pushes me away, smiling.
“Take your mind out of the gutter,” she yells back at Bri, hopping down from the counter and opening the door to peek her head outside.
“Just wanted to say goodbye,” her friend tells her.
I hear them kiss and say their goodbyes.
“I will miss you, text me when you land.”
“I will. I promise.”
Lacey opens the door as the front one closes shut. And I’m super excited to finally be alone with her.
“How much time do we have until you have to be in school?” I ask, wriggling my eyebrows and Lacey looks down at my dick that is already at half-mast. She grins and starts getting naked.
“I can be ten minutes late.”
∞∞∞
“So how long until she gets her diploma?” Ledger asks, sitting next to me in the car.
His whole face is full of powdered sugar. He stuffs his face with another donut, and I don’t know how he is still not complaining about cavities.
“Just six months I think.”
She told me at one point before we started having sex, but I was too busy staring at her tits.
Ledger empties the package’s content into his big open mouth before replying.
“So she can come with us to DC then?”
I look away guiltily. Ledger told me that it was insensitive of me to tell her that we won’t need her to tag along when Adrian is arrested, but I didn’t say it because I didn’t want her near us. I said it because I wanted her to have the freedom to choose what she wants.
“I would love nothing more than for her to tag along with us, but it’s her choice and she deserves the freedom of that decision.”
Ledger rolls his eyes like a child.
“You’re a blind asshole, Koa. This woman wants to be wherever the fuck you are.”
I glare at him because he is the blind asshole for not seeing who Lacey truly is and what she truly deserves.
“No you’re stupid for thinking she will just throw all of her life overboard to join me on my climb up the career ladder while she has to adjust all of her plans. Shit doesn’t work that way.” I cross my arms over my chest, looking out the window into Lacey’s classroom where her teacher is scolding a poor, petite blonde girl.
“What shit, Koa? Relationship shit? Love shit? You’ve changed over the past few weeks. I know you were hooked when we saw her that night but shit, you are in love with her aren’t you?”
I look back over to him, glaring even deeper, the crumbs and sugar all over his face making me go nuts.
“Fucking clean your face you dipshit.”
Ledger laughs, rubbing over his beard, shit flying around everywhere.
“You’re in loveee,” the immature fucker sings, and I put up my middle finger.
“And you’re an asshole!” I declare, nothing more makes sense, and he starts to laugh.
“Lacey and Koa sitting in a tree—”
I punch his arm.
“Ouch, you don’t have to be so aggressive.”
I snicker when he rubs his arm and glares at me.
“I just mean, fucking tell her how you feel, Koa, and then let her decide. Don’t throw stupid words at her head and make her unhappy. Give her the option to join us, I’m sure she would love to come with you.”
I don’t reply to him but I think about his words until Lacey exits the building, coming up to our car smiling like a happy girl. I get out to open the door for her, and she steals a little kiss, making me smile.
“You got your scissors with you, Lacey bear?” Ledger asks when we are all back in the car.
I drive off to the Youth Center. Lacey grins, nodding at him. I roll my eyes at these two.
“Good, your hands are going to fall off when you’re done cutting dozens of boy’s hair today. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about my hands, they will be OK,” she says as I pull into the next Dunkin line.
“You want anything for you, Lacey?”
She shakes her head no. “But I want to pay for the donuts today.”
Ledger and I say “no,” in unison.
“You’re giving away free haircuts, that is enough, Lace,” I tell her, but she looks at me with wild eyes.
“Cut the bullshit. I said I want to cut hair, then I do it. And if I tell you I’m going to pay, I’m going to pay. Don’t be an asshole about this and please let me make these kids happy with donuts.” During the last bit of her sentence, her eyes turned from annoyed to pleading. I can’t help but to give her her way.
“OK.”
Ledger chuckles, knowing the young lady in the backseat has me gripped tightly by the balls. Lacey gets six dozen donuts and decides at the last minute that she wants another sweet coffee.
She’s happily sipping on her drink when we pull up to the Youth Center. Both Ledger and her need extra fucking dental insurance for all the fucking sweet shit they eat all the time. Not that I’m judging her eating. I like that she’s finally opened up enough that she is comfortable eating something in front of me other than a damn salad she never even fucking touched. She’s mostly eating full meals now, and it makes me fucking happy to see.
She balances her drink and bag full of hairstyle equipment. She, of course, didn’t just bring scissors, but a razor with multiple attachments, the hot-pink hair dryer, hair gel, and hair spray. Ledger comes up behind her helping her carry the stuff, but he leaves the donuts behind so I can take them inside.
Kids are running in our direction from everywhere. The donuts get stolen out of my hands in seconds, and at least five teenage boys hover around Lacey, asking her five hundred questions. I step between them and her.
“Move,” I order, and everybody shuffles away at least a foot.
Lacey just smiles uncomfortably, and Ledger gets a chair and throws her bag onto a table. Five-point-seven seconds later, the kids get bored watching Lacey unpack her things and wander off to get some donuts.
“Do you need help?” I ask her, and she shakes her head no, ushering me in the direction of the kids.
“I’m fine, go talk to them, do your stuff.”
I smile and walk in the direction of the donut table when she calls out.
“And if someone is ready please send them over to me, I’m ready for the first haircut.”
“Will do.”
When I come stand by the kids, I hear Ledger laugh while stuffing his face with another donut.
“Those are for the kids, shithead.”
Ledger furiously stuffs the rest of the donut in his mouth, almost choking as he tries to it. I wait and see if I have to save his life until he’s done with it.
“I just had one,” he says.
“That’s a lie, you had two,” Malika, a girl with many colored braids piled in a knot on top of her head, says. She grins over at Ledger, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
“Don’t rat me out, Mali, he’s ruthless.”
She giggles, taking a bite out of a frosted donut.
“He’s right, I am. I have to be the tooth fairy police for Ledger because if he eats anymore sweets today his teeth will rot.”
Ledger scowls while Malika laughs, a few surrounding kids joining her.
“Can I go and ask Lacey a question about my hair?” Sean, a fourteen-year-old kid, asks, and I nod my head happily.
“If you’re done with the donuts you can go and let her cut your hair,” I tell him.
He walks off happily after telling me he’s super full. Two other boys follow him and watch as Lacey cuts his hair. Everyone else stares from a distance. Ledger and I join the kids, not taking our eyes off of her.
She’s stunning in every department of her life, but when she’s in her element like she is right now, it’s fascinating. She looks as if she knows exactly what she’s doing, and there is a big smile plastered over her features.
She cuts Sean’s hair super-fast, and the next boy is already taking a seat. Lacey puts a robe over him to save his clothes from getting rained down on with a gazillion pieces of hair. She gets to work, and not an hour later, five boys run around with fresh haircuts and some have more donuts in their mouth.
I watch Lacey drinking some water and talking to Malika and some of the other girls, touching their hair every five seconds as if she is debating about doing something to it, when the door bursts open with a loud whoosh. Lacey is so intrigued with her conversation that she doesn’t even notice the newcomer, but I do.
In walks Rachel, my ex-girlfriend. I look over to Ledger worried, who quickly approaches Lacey just in case this bitch has anything planned. Rachel’s gaze wanders briefly over to Lacey. Her blue eyes get saucy, looking up and down her body, but then fixating back on me.
And shit, I don’t know what she wants here, she hasn’t been here in over a year. The kids are all probably thinking the same because I see most of them ignoring her while others give her dirty looks. Her lack of interest in these kids was another nail in her coffin.
She lazily strolls up to me, her gaze still wandering from me to Lacey, who has finally caught up with our new guest. She looks worriedly between me and Rachel.
“Hey, KoKo,” Rachel breathes out when she’s directly in front of me, reminding me yet again why I dumped her. The fucking nickname for me itches me the wrong way.
“What do you want, Rachel?” I ask, wanting to know why the fuck she is here of all places.
She rolls her eyes as she plays with her hair. “Not a ‘hi Rachel, good to see you how have you been? I missed you.’” She lists, grinning at me.
I almost gag when she looks to my lips. I don’t know why out of everyone, I tried a relationship with her. She speaks evil, acts evil, and now that I’ve done her and know her personality, I don’t even find her attractive anymore.
“Cut the bullshit,” I tell her straight off.
Her demeanor shifts, her whole attitude changing quickly.
“I don’t know what the hell I’ve ever done to deserve you talking down to me, Koa. We were together for quite a time. I loved you and you loved me, why can’t you see that?” she whines.
I see Lacey taking a deep interest in our conversation, a frown appearing on her beautiful face and I direct the anger for that onto Rachel real quick.
“We weren’t in love Rachel, it was lust and I quickly realized that you were a fake bitch, who adopted too much from her employer.”
Rachel huffs, her face taking on a snarl, showing her fucking true colors.
“You’re a fucking bastard, Koa Maverick, I hope you fucking know that.”
I grin, knowing I actually am.
“Now that we’ve established that, how can I help you, Rachel?” I ask, again trying to cut the fucking bullshit.
Her snarl turns into an evil grin as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Oh I actually wanted to be as nice as to warn you about what Adrian has been up to, but apparently you don’t like being nice, so I’ll just skip that and tell you goodbye.”
I feel as if someone punched me in the stomach, a sick twist forming in my belly, thinking that she knows something. I have no idea how to get the information from her because evil people like Rachel and Roxanna always want something in return for giving out information. She probably sees my face pale because her grin gets even wider.
“What do you want?”
She chuckles, unhooking her arms and looking down at her fingernails.
“Just a favor,” she spits out.
I feel my stomach coil even more. I hate fucking favors.
“What favor?”
“Koa, Koa, Koa. You know me, I don’t give away too much. It’s a small favor that you have to cash in next week.”
I let my neck crack, trying to ask nicely again.
“What favor?”
“Like I said, nothing too big, honey. There’s this case against Burke Senior. It’s from ten years back and I need all the info by next week.”
I look at her with amusement on my face.
“What the fuck, Rachel, you know I don’t have that power to get those files,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, scolding me like a little child.
“But, baby,” she starts.
Another shiver runs down the back of my neck. I hate that she calls me other names than my actual one.
“You can do whatever the hell you want to do, isn’t that what you told me when you were fucking me?” she asks, loud enough for Lacey to hear it and flinch on the other side of the room.
Multiple kids are listening to us chat, and I can’t stress enough how furious I am about her coming here and talking to me like this.
“Shut the fuck up,” I tell her.
She just laughs, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“No you shut the fuck up, Koa, and listen to me. Do me this favor, or I don’t care what the hell happens to your new plaything.” She throws the threat at me as she looks at Lacey with an angry scowl.
I ball my fists when I see the hurt and fear on Lacey’s face. This shit is getting ridiculous. I take Rachel’s arm and lead her outside.
“Oh, I like it when you’re rough,” she stage whispers as we pass Lacey and Ledger.
Lacey’s face is stricken with pain, the jealousy eating her alive, bringing all her trust issues to the forefront. I have a lot to make up for tonight.
“I told you to cut the bullshit, Rachel. I will do what you want, but now fucking tell me what the hell has he planned,” I demand when we’re on the other side of the door, standing in the early evening night in the parking lot.
An emotion flickers over her face when she looks me up and down, and I take a step back, letting her go.
“OK, you’re not going to be prepared for this, so hear me out…” she starts, and a few moments later I feel fucking helpless.