Kamiya nibbled on her fingers as she thought about what Mikala said. She was right. Her mother had only told her to let go of her childhood crush. To stop hiding behind it using it as an excuse to keep from dating. What she built with Hemi was an adult relationship. The adult relationship she been indulging in for the past few months. She shivered as she remembered their shared passion. Yeah, the adult relationship was a whole hell of a lot of fun.
Kamiya missed Hemi.
There was an empty spot in her heart Hemi had filled.
She missed the taste of him.
The feel of his body pressed against her. The warmth infused her soul whenever he was around. She missed his love.
Hemi meant so much in her life. She was a putz. The shock of finding out about the baby made her want to run and hide. She needed the time to come to terms with the thought of him being a father to a child that she wasn’t the mother too. She just needed time to wallow in self-pity and come to terms with everything.
It was time for her to get her man.
Chapter Thirteen
As far as the wedding went, it wasn’t too bad. Hemi had been tortured by some long drawn out events in his past. He probably would have enjoyed this one a lot more if he didn’t have to stare at Kamiya standing up with the bride looking beautiful in a seafoam colored bridesmaid dress.
He spent the last two weeks attempting to get ahold of her, but all of his phone calls went to voice mail, and all of his text messages went unanswered. He couldn’t quite figure out how he got himself into such a mess. He had to admit he put in more work trying to rekindle his friendship with Kamiya than he ever had with any of the other women he dated.
If he had any sense, he would write Kamiya off as a lost cause and move on to another woman, but his body and heart wouldn’t allow him to do that. His man card would be revoked if any of his friends knew he was desperate for a female he had never even gone to bed with though they did have sex.
This was all too real to him.
He desired more than to get in bed with Kamiya. Getting naked with her was still at the top of his list of priorities, but it wasn’t the only thing like it had been with many of his relationships in the past.
He crossed the lobby of the hotel where the reception for the Mitchell-Drew wedding was. It was taking place in one of the more exclusive hotels in the Springs. It was the place they liked to have important Hemingway Industries guest stay at. Discretion was of utmost importance to this hotel’s reputation.
It was probably because of this belief that Hemi was blindsided by the camera flash going off in his face. He wasn’t on guard here as he would have been at any other venue.
“Mr. Hemingway. Mr. Hemingway.” Several voices yelled out at him from different directions.
“Can we get a statement about your impending fatherhood?” one female voice yelled.
“Hemingway is Lorenson hot in bed?” A male voice called out.
“Hemi what do your parents think about becoming grandparents?” a different voice yelled.
“No comment.” He stated in a loud voice attempting to sidestep the crowd.
Kamiya watched Hemi deal with the crowd of reporters from behind a potted plant. The large green leaves blended in with the seafoam bridesmaid dress she was wearing.
She peeked at him, her heart beating a mile a minute. The reality was upon her.
Her palms were sweaty. She inhaled deeply one after another hoping to keep the small snack she ate earlier firmly in her stomach where it belonged. If she was going to claim her man, then there was no time like the present.
She took a deep breath. Squared her shoulders and marched up to the crowd of reports. She shoved them aside until she reached Hemi.
Standing up on her tip-toes she planted a kiss square on Hemi’s stunned lips as he looked down at her in surprise. “Hey, baby, what is the holdup?”
She clasped his hand into her’s turning to face the crowd of reporters.
The barrage of questions began. “Who are you?”
“What is your relationship to Mr. Hemingway?”
“Are you going to be his baby’s nanny?” the questions were shouted at her from all sides. The one thing Kamiya learned in the Peace Corps was crowd control. It was time for her to take control of this three-ring circus and point it in the direction she wanted it to go.
“Hello everyone,” she spoke in a soft, lilting voice. The crowd around her quieted so they could hear her speak. “My name is Kamiya Anderson; I am Roman Fitzgerald Hemingway the Third’s fiancée. We have been engaged for several months.”
“How do you feel about him getting another woman pregnant?”
“When is the wedding?”
“When did you get engaged?”
The vultures circled with more questions, but Kamiya wasn’t through with them.
“I am sure you are eager to hear the details of our engagement. Mr. Hemingway’s press secretary will be releasing a statement on Monday. But for now, we must rejoin the wedding of our good friends.”
She started to lead Hemi away from the crowd of reporters back towards the room where the Mitchell-Drew wedding reception was being held.
“How do you feel about his relationship with Olga Lorenson and her baby?” A determined newswoman shoved her microphone into Kamiya’s face.
Kamiya looked crossed eyed down at the microphone before reaching up and gently pushing it away from the end of her nose where it had come to rest.
“Of course, Hemi and I will welcome the addition to our family with open arms once the courts have determined the paternity of the little darling.” She answered in a gentle yet firm tone, pushing past the report with a stunned Hemi in tow.
Once the door to the reception room closed between them and the reporters, Hemi came out of his shock. He pulled her along the back wall of the reception room to a little-hidden alcove usually used by the waitstaff. He had noticed earlier that this one wasn’t in use. It was perfect as he pulled her inside with him.
He swept her up into his arms, hugging her tightly against him.
“You were wonderful,” the words burst out of him before his mouth locked onto hers.
The touch of his mouth against her melted her insides. Her body turned into molten lava with desire as he dominated her. His tongue pushed past her parted lips to sweep around her mouth. He owned her with his kiss. Every cell in her body was at his command.
“Don’t ever leave me again,” he whispered fiercely against her lips.
“You're stuck with me forever,” She agreed into his mouth.
“Good.” He sealed her words with a sensual kiss, his tongue stroking against hers.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, looking away from Hemi’s face towards his hands wrapped around her body.
Hemi’s hands tightened on her waist before one of them touched the side of her face. He turned it toward him. Smiling down at her with his chocolate brown eyes twinkling at her. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” His lips brushed against hers softly.
“I didn’t even give you a chance to explain,” she turned her face into his hand, so her cheek was cradled by him.
“I love you,” her eyes flew to his face at his words, searching. She relaxed at what she saw in his gaze. Light laughter bubbled out of her she jumped into Hemi’s arms, hugging him.
Hemi rocked back on his heels at the force of Kamiya’s hug. A broad smile crossed his face at the acceptance he saw on her face.
“Can we blow off this wedding and have some private fun of our own?” he quirked an eyebrow at her, his gaze questioning.
“Hell yes.” Kamiya stepped out of the alcove leading the way to the doors. She peeked out. When she was satisfied by what she saw, she pulled Hemi quickly through the door heading towards the elevator.
“You have a room here?”
She nodded as she pushed the call button for the elevator. She turned and wrapped her arms around him as they waited. “Yes, I was planning on drowning my sorrows
in alcohol and then planning how to go crawling back to you, begging for your forgiveness.”
He rocked her in his arms. When the doors to the elevator opened, he walked her back into the car. “What floor?”
“Seven.”
Kamiya pulled his head down to her after he pressed the button to her floor. Pressing kisses along his hair roughened jawline. She inhaled the scent of the Espresso Romano with just a touch of cinnamon. The scent was so Hemi.
Hemi lifted her into his arms and strode off the elevator. He smiled when she reached down and pulled the room key from her bra, swiping it across the door lock. “Nice hiding place.” He smiled his approval.
He kicked the door closed after he carried her over the threshold, setting her down near the bed.
He slowly pulled the zipper down her back, his gaze locked with hers. He had anticipated this moment for a long time.
With each kiss of her lips.
Each touch of her skin.
Every time he held her in his arms. Everything culminated into this moment.
His touch was like butterflies brushing against her skin as he skimmed them along her neck. His hands reached up to the collar of her dress pushing it slowly down her shoulders, baring her luscious skin to his eyes. He had been waiting a long time to get a glimpse of this bewitching woman. To trace her curves with more than his eyes. Bask in the delightful feel of her. Now his wish was coming true he found it was more than he ever expected.
“I love the way your skin feels under my hands, my lips,” he murmured against her as he continued to brush the dress down until it dropped on the floor. He picked her up and laid her on the bed in with only her lacy bra and panties on.
He watched her eyes roam his body as he stepped back from the bed and loosened his clothing. First, his tie dropped, followed by his grey suit coat. He smiled faintly as she licked his lips as he slipped one button then another open, baring his chest to her sight.
The shirt dropped to the ground. Their eyes locked as he slipped one shoe off followed by the other as he undid the buckle of his belt. In one swoop he pushed his pants down his legs. His cock sprung to attention. Pointing at Kamiya. A bead of cum formed on his tip.
Hemi bent down to kiss his way up her body starting at her knees.
“Yes,” Kamiya threw her head back as he kissed every inch of her. When he reached her lace covered pussy, he pulled the panties down her thighs, over her knees to land on his pile of clothes before he continued his way up her body. Pausing only when he reached the clasp centered in between her breasts. With a quick movement of his hand, he undid it freeing her breasts. His gaze ravished them, the perky nipples, dusk colored and ready for his mouth.
He loved how her nipples tightened in the cool air of the room. Tight little bud to tease him into tasting her. He couldn’t resist. His lips closed over her nipple. Sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuck,” she moaned at his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth across it turning it into a hard point.
He laid his body across Kamiya’s as she squirmed. “Do you like me licking your nipples? Maybe I should suck it?” He teased her drawing long and hard on her nipple with his mouth.
“Oh my god,” Kamiya gurgled unable to do more than enjoy the sensations stemming from Hemi’s mouth. Heat shot from her nipple straight to her pussy. She whimpered as his mouth abandoned the first nipple to give the second on the same treatment.
Hemi popped Kamiya’s nipple out of his mouth, looking up into her face. He loved the way her eyes were half mast with passion. Her luscious lips open as she moaned unable to keep silent. Each and every sound she made turned him on. He loved knowing he caused her state of uncontrollable passion.
Hemi bent Kamiya’s knees up and back, opening her pussy wide to his gaze. He loved the spicy scent drifting up to his nose.
Pure Kamiya.
Slowly he ran his hand up his cock, gripping it in his left hand as he guided it to her opening. Teasingly he dragged his cock up and down her soaked pussy lips, spreading her juices all over his dick. He dragged it up one side of her outer lips to tap it against her clit. “Oh,” Kamiya jumped in surprise at the sensation that shot through her body.
Before the feelings completely faded away, Hemi shoved his cock into her pussy. It gripped him like a vice, squeezing him tightly. “Fuck. You're so fucking tight.” He moaned as he continued to push into her pussy. “Fuck baby grip my cock with your fucking pussy. Milk it.” He ordered pushing forward until his balls slapped her ass and his cock was fully in her pussy.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a passion-roughened voice.
Kamiya’s eyes fluttered open to see the strain on Hemi holding himself still his cock deep in her pussy. “Are you ready for the fucking of your life?” his voice grumbled through clenched teeth.
“Y…yes,” she stuttered the only word her brain could come up with.
“Good.” Hemi pulled back to slam his cock into Kamiya. He savagely fucked Kamiya’s pussy while she moaned incoherently beneath him. Each stroke had her pussy gripping his cock tighter pushing their passion higher and higher.
“Yes Roman, fuck my pussy. Fuck it harder.” Kamiya demanded of him, and Hemi obliged. His balls slapped her ass with every in stroke he made while his thumb relentlessly circled her clit.
“Oh fuck, I am gonna cum on your cock,” Kamiya forewarned him.
“That’s it baby come on my cock. Squeeze your sweet pussy around my meat.” He encouraged her with each stroke, flaming her passion higher and higher, closer to ecstasy.
Hemi pulled his cock all the way out of her pussy and used it to tap her clit, before shoving it back into her. He repeated this several times. He pulled it out and tapped Kamiya harder than the other times before. She released a loud scream as he shoved his cock back into her spasming pussy. It echoed throughout the room as her pussy squeezed Hemi’s cock. His shout joined hers as his cum squirted into her pussy, filling her up completely with his juices. When his cock finished shooting cum into Kamiya, he fell to the side of her on the bed. He pulled her into his arms her back against his chest with his face resting in the crook of her neck. With every breath, he inhaled the sweet scent of her spice.
“Wow,” she softly let out her breath.
“I know right?” Hemi spooned her body closer to his, a loud yawn echoed in her ear. “Give me a second to recuperate, and we can go for round two.”
Kamiya laid there listening to Hemi breathe in and out. His breath became deeper, slower. His arm lay heavily across her waist as he relaxed around her body, his grip not loosening. After a few minutes of laying there, when she was sure he was sleeping. She whispered. “I love you.” Only to have him tighten his grip on her. She drifted off to sleep surrounded by Hemi.
Chapter Fourteen
It always amazed Hemi on days where shit could go so wrong in his life the weather was at its most breathtaking. After spending so many months in Kamiya’s presence, he now understood the embarrassment his father felt at his exploits. It wasn’t so much the effect they had on him, but how they affected the people in his life, the ones he loved.
He was lucky Kamiya stood by his side with this whole fiasco with Olga Lorenson taking place.
Nothing like having to find out if you’re the possible father of your ex-friends with benefit’s baby. He lifted Kamiya’s hand to his mouth as they sat together at the table on the right facing the bench waiting for the judge. He was lucky to have such a beautiful woman agree to be his wife. Kamiya turned her spice brown eyes towards him and gave him a faint smile of support. He loved the way she sparkled with life and love for him. Yes, he had been dumb in his youth and almost lost the best thing that ever happened to him.
“It's going to be okay.” Kamiya clenched his hand as she gently patted it. Hemi basked in the love and support she offered. This relationship was different from the shallow ones in his past. Relationships like the one landing him in court today. He never bothered to look beyond the surface of Olga’s p
ersonality. Her actions of the past few months made him dislike her immensely.
Now as he enjoyed a loving relationship with Kamiya, he wondered what type of desperation pushed her to insist the baby was his. He knew they used protection each and every time.
Olga Lorenson strode into the courtroom with each of her blonde hairs perfectly in place. Followed by the nanny, she hired to raise the child that could potentially be Hemi’s, first baby. She shot Hemi a smirk as she took the seat next to her lawyer.
“All rise, the Honorable Judge Brown presiding.” Hemi helped Kamiya to her feet as they awaited the judge to enter the courtroom. He was an older gentleman, Hemi guessed he was around a hundred and hundred and twenty years old.
“Be seated,” the frail voice of the judge bounced around the courtroom as they took their seats. “We are here to determine the paternity of the minor, Moira Michelle Lorenson.” The judge took an envelope from the court clerk.
Hemi held his breath as he waited. The sound of the rustling paper was extra loud in the quiet room. He jumped, his heart pounding in his chest as the courtroom door slammed open and a man wearing a white Keffiyeh with a black Aghals and a custom made business suit. A Johan original if Hemi wasn’t mistaken.
“Stop.” He ordered in a thickly accented voice. “There is no need for the proceedings; the baby is mine.”
Hemi stood up his gaze going from Olga to the stranger. “Olga who is this guy?”
Olga was pale as fresh powder after a winter’s snowstorm. She shook her head in shock as she sat down in her seat with a thud.
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