Chapter 15 -Devon
“So, you really aren’t going to divulge where you are taking me?” she asked as she squirmed in the seat of my truck.
We ended the question game when I stopped to get gas. I knew the suspense of our unknown destination was driving her crazy.
“No, I’m not. I enjoy seeing you try to figure it out. It’s cute,” I joked, as I eyed her in her chocolate glory.
Baby girl was filling out those jeans like they were painted on.
I was still trying to be on my best behavior, so I didn’t make a move to take her down when I walked into her house like I wanted to.
I knew she was feeling me because she agreed to go on a second date, and here we were on our third, but I wasn’t trying to do anything to turn her off.
Even though it was damn hard to keep my hands to myself.
Me being too forward with her may have been detrimental, and I wasn’t going for that.
“Don’t be difficult, Devon,” she stated seriously.
“Or what?” I asked just so I could see how she would respond.
When she bit her bottom lip and looked out of the window, she had me ready to pull over on the side of the road, but she was too special for a bust down in the back of my whip to be our first time. Knowing her worth was the only thing that stopped me.
“I’ll take your silence as a sign you aren’t ready for what we both know you want,” I said with a laugh. “Whether you’re ready to admit it or not.” I laughed a little harder when she swallowed.
She ain’t ready.
“I suppose that is an interesting point of view.”
“ Interesting point of view , huh? You can’t put your attorney mojo on me like that,” I said, as we pulled up to our destination.
I decided to take her to Dave & Buster’s so we could have some fun. I wanted to really get to know her, and I figured being in a fun environment would help her loosen up.
“Wait … where exactly are you taking me tonight, Devon?” she asked, eyes darting around wildly, a rising panic in her voice. She was more nervous now than she was at the park.
“We are at Dave and Buster’s. Don’t act like you’ve never been here before.”
Opening my door, I got out without giving her a chance to respond, walked around, and opened the door for her to get out. Extending a hand in her direction, I waited for her to take it, and when she did, I gently pulled to help her out.
“I haven’t been here before.”
“Damn. You’ve been missing out.”
“What is it?”
“It’s like an arcade for grown people, but kids come here too. That’s why I told you to dress comfortably.”
“An arcade?” She looked at me, and I nodded. I knew she wasn’t slow, but she was damn sure acting like it right now. “Umm … Okay, I guess.”
Though I couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion bleeding through her tone, I knew it wasn’t excitement, and that alone had me irritated.
I was already ready to walk away and take her back home.
Yeah, we were from two different worlds, but if she wasn’t at least going to try to meet me halfway, then we were both wasting our time.
My time was valuable, and I refused to treat it like it wasn’t.
“I brought you here because I thought it would be good for us to vibe and have some fun, but if—”
“No,” she said quickly, interrupting me.
She pulled on my arm, preventing me from walking away.
Yes, I was in my feelings real bad cause I was giving Kenya more effort than I’d given a female in a long time, or ever for that matter.
I turned to face her, and she let me go.
“Devon, stop. I know how I sounded, but I promise that it wasn’t what I meant.
I’m excited to be trying something new with you.
Let’s go and have fun. Just promise not to laugh at me. ”
“Why would I laugh at you?” I asked as I grabbed her hand, so we could make our way toward the entrance of the building.
Her hands were soft like whipped cocoa butter, just like they always were.
I could perpetrate like I grabbed her hand so that I could lead her, but in reality, I wanted to feel her in whatever way I could and in however way she let me.
“I’m not athletic or coordinated. Not even a little. I stick to activities I know I can win in, and I don’t like doing things that could bring hurt, harm, or damage to my manicure. By the end of the night, I’m sure I’ll embarrass myself at least once, so just promise not to laugh.”
“You stick to activities you can win? Damn, what does that say about me?” I tilted my head, stopping to focus on her, patiently waiting for her answer.
There were people moving around us, but all I could see was her. Truthfully, anytime we were around each other, hell, even on the phone, Kenya was the only one I could focus on. Any moment she was a part of, it was all about her.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“So, you must see me as a challenge.”
“I’m going to plead the Fifth on this line of questioning.”
“That’s not an option. Be real with me. What do you think of me so far? I can keep it real and tell you I can see you being someone special in my life.”
“And I can admit I have enjoyed getting to know you,” she said as she blushed, which caused my heart to skip a few beats. “Of course, we don’t fully know each other yet, but I’m finding joy and excitement in the process of becoming more familiar with you.”
Her law degree and education played out in each word she said.
“That’s music to my ears. Now come in here and let me see just how uncoordinated you are.”
I resisted the urge to kiss her before we continued our tread. We walked in, and the first thing I did was purchase game cards for us, so we could get our game on and get active.
I didn’t want to intimidate her by letting her know how competitive I could be, especially after her admission. I was the type to play to win, but I figured I could take it easy on her.
My first stop was the air hockey table because it was the game closest to the entrance.
“Come on, this should be easy enough,” I said jokingly.
I looked to the opposite side of the table to see her standing straight up, looking stiff as hell.
“Kenya, loosen up. It’s just a game, baby girl. We’re just having fun.”
“Loosen up. Okay,” she replied with a nod.
After seven games, I felt beyond played. She had turned into a damn air hockey champ and won five of the seven rounds. The crazy thing was that after her first win, my ass was really trying. Yet, she still won.
“Wait a damn minute,” I said as I put my puck in the holder attached to the table. “Aren’t you supposed to be losing to me? What happened to you being uncoordinated?”
She nodded while doing her best to suppress the smile that tugged at the corner of her full lips.
“I am uncoordinated, like in actual sports, but air hockey isn’t really a sport.
Well, at least not in my opinion. To me, it’s more of a game that doesn’t require athletic ability.
You just have to guess how your opponent is going to move and use it against them.
” She shrugged, downplaying that she’d just played the hell out of me.
“Yeah, okay. All I know is that you better not beat my ass shooting these baskets.” I was serious as hell, but when she laughed, I knew she thought I was joking. She was getting ready to mess around and find out.
“It’s very likely that I will lose, but what’ll happen if I win? I’m feeling pretty lucky right about now,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders real nonchalant like.
“Man, if you win, our date is over.”
She lowered her head, releasing a subtle laugh, before raising her head to stare at me, batting her natural lashes.
There was something new and exciting glistening in her orbs, and it damn near caught me off guard.
I’d seen it enough in women to know exactly what it was, but with it coming from Kenya, it felt different.
“That would be unfortunate. Would a kiss make you feel better or be enough to change your mind?” she asked, catching me completely off guard and making me stop dead in my tracks.
Her words paralyzed me, and while I didn’t expect her to be so forward, I couldn’t say that I was mad about it.
If nothing else, I was ready to be on whatever type of time she wanted me to be on.
“I don’t know. Kiss me, and I guess that we’ll find out.”
Kenya leaned in and gave me a kiss that had my toes curling inside my Jordans like I was a female. The only easy-going and subtle thing about her kiss was the softness I felt the second her lips touched mine.
The moment they did, I was thinking it was about to be a quick, keeping it cute, type of peck. When her tongue gained entrance to my mouth, she proved me wrong.
Her forceful kiss, overpowering my lips, revealed her intense desire for me, and it stroked the hell out of my ego.
After a few seconds, she pulled away. It was only then that I realized she’d kissed me so damn hard, I’d messed around and closed my eyes. When I opened them, I saw her, showcasing her beautiful smile, and I felt the urge to go back for seconds.
I kissed her, this time forcing her to take a backseat and allow me to lead.
I secured my hands around her waist and pulled her back to me before I attacked her lips again. This woman had me acting like someone I didn’t recognize, and I didn’t even care.
I wasn’t the type of man who got off on kissing, but just like with everything else I’d seen from her, things with Kenya were different. Once I was satisfied, I gave her a final peck and then released her.
This time it was my turn to see her caught off guard, blinking feverishly to get herself together and regain her composure.
“After that kiss, you have to realize that I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now,” I said as I held her, finally getting to squeeze her ass like I had been craving to since the day we met.
Got damn.
Just as expected, her booty was plump and had a subtle firmness to it.
“Devon, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“No, I’m not. I’m telling you that you are my woman and praying that you won’t fight me on it.”