“Ahhh... Mara…” I growled. The heat between her thighs felt like a vise grip around me. I pulled her leg straight up, bent my leg, and moved in and out, watching as our connection intensified. I kissed the back of her ankle, massaging her thighs, while her cries of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her juices covered my dick.
“Oh...Donovan I’m coming,” she whimpered, and I drove faster and faster, balls smacking against her ass as I felt her stiffen and release.
“Shit!” I fell on top of her as I came, rolled off, released a breath, and kissed the side of her cheek and rose up to get a towel.
“Where’s your bathroom?” I asked.
She could barely keep her eyes open, but she pointed out the door. I chuckled and kissed her on the lips again and went to find it across the hall from her bedroom. I tore off the condom, flushed it down the toilet and washed myself up. I went back to clean her up then tossed the washcloth back on the bathroom counter. I went back in her room and she was under the covers snoring.
“Goodnight beautiful.” I kissed the back of her neck and fell asleep behind her in bed.
The next morning, I didn’t feel the warm body against me anymore and I popped my eyes open and saw I was alone in bed. I looked around the room and jumped up to put my pants on to find Kamara. I pulled the door and went to check the bathroom, it was empty. Treaded down the hall and heard low whispers and saw Kamara’s eyes widen in shock.
“Where did you go?” I asked, wrapped my arms around her back and kissed her forehead.
“Ahhh! I knew it!” I heard my sister Luna loudly screech. She pushed the door wide open and stepped in, then shut the door and put her hands on her hips.
“Luna what are you doing?”
“I came to have breakfast with my best friend like we always do on a Sunday.” She circled the both of us.
“Um. I need to shower really quick. Do you mind?” Kamara asked, gripping my hand.
“Sure, I need to get to the gym and practice anyway. Dinner tonight?” I questioned, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her in close to my chest.
“I’d love that, brother,” Luna said.
“Not you.”
Luna poked her lip out and sat in the chair.
“Let me spend some time with her, and I’ll call you later,” Kamara explained.
I forced myself not to take her back to bed and fuck her senseless, causing her to skip out on my sister. I kept thinking about the way she felt in my arms when we fell asleep, and how she curled her leg around mine whenever she turned around in the middle of the night to go for another round, and how she’d ride me, and her sexy moans in my ear that kept me on the cliff’s edge.
“Call me soon as you're done, and I’ll see where I am, and we can meet up,” I said and went to her bedroom and grabbed my shirt and keys, then came back to the living room and saw them sitting on the couch talking to themselves.
“Don’t forget call me later.” I pressed a kiss on her lips, ruffled my sister’s hair, and walked out, hearing her curse me out behind me. I jogged down the steps and went to my car to head home. I needed to shower and get to the gym before practice.
An hour later, my headphones were in my ears, pumping me up while I worked on my cardio on the treadmill. I’d tried calling Savion and Reuben, but neither answered, so I figured they were wrapped up with their women, like I wished I was. I slowed down, pushed the button to lower the levels, and took a drink of water.
“Hey, baby.” Tabitha appeared in front of me, wearing bike shorts and a sports bra, with her stomach out and her breasts spilling over the top.
“Tabitha,” I said, ignoring her hand on mine.
“You mind helping with me stretches? I could use your expertise,” Tabitha said.
“They have a personal assistant you can hire,” I replied.
“I don’t want them.” Tabitha sauntered in close, moving her hand up my arm. I picked it up and moved it away from me.
“We’re not on that anymore, Tabitha, relax.”
“Your lips say it, but I bet this third leg is wanting to take me up on my offer,” Tabitha teased, biting the tip of her finger.
“I can promise he’s very satisfied.”
“Who are you sleeping with?” she demanded.
I scoffed at her question.
I ignored her question and looked up at the TV screen and saw the latest entertainment and sports news with my name scrolled across talking about the upcoming big game and then a flash of me and Kamara coming out of the club last night, then Mickey’s is displayed.
“Fuck!” I muttered and stopped walking and turned the machine off and wiped my face with the towel.
“Who is that girl? When did you start dating her?” Tabitha blasted off back-to-back questions.
“My dating life is mine. I don’t owe you answers.”
I started to head back and change when Tabitha grasped my arm.
“I thought we could try and make a real thing happen with us this time.”
“Tabitha, we both know what we had was just sex. I’m not interested.” I looked down at my arm, then back at her. She released me. I went into the locker room and almost bumped into the other person who had fucked up a nice night.
“Hope you're working on your knees; you know your left side goes out quickly,” Julian mocked me. He was standing there with a towel around his neck, and two of his teammates chuckled along with him.
“I could wear a blindfold, and still win this game against you,” I responded, crossing my arms.
“You're still trying to make yourself relevant,” Julian egged on.
“Cheap that you want to say I did drugs, when it was really you.”
“That was a long time ago,” Julian answered.
“Sure about that? I heard you were at the Mandalay in Vegas going hard. Only difference is I don’t talk about my business with other people.”
“Julian, I didn’t know you were here,” Tabitha said from beside me.
Julian looked from Tabitha to me and grinned.
“Tabitha you’re looking good, baby.” Julian reached over and gave her a hug.
“You, too. Maybe we could get together,” Tabitha said.
“Weren’t you just trying to fuck me a few seconds ago?” I announced, and her mouth dropped open in shock.
“No, I wanted to see if we could have dinner like old friends,” Tabitha answered.
“Yeah, whatever. If you two don’t mind, I have things to do.” I walked away, leaving them alone. I went to shower and change my clothes, so I could get to practice. I threw my bag in the backseat and texted Kamara. I strolled to the driver's side, slid the key into the ignition, and drove out of the parking lot.
Me: How’s breakfast going?
Mara: Hey. It’s going well.
Me: Is my sister hounding you about me?
Mara: She said if you break my heart, she’s kicking your ass.
Me: She’s not even 5’5”.
Mara: Leave my friend alone.
I chortled and decided to call her instead.
“Hello.”
“I needed to hear your voice.”
“How did it go at the gym?” she asked.
“Fine. I didn’t get much in because I was distracted.”
“What distracted you?”
“You.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“Remembering how you tasted and the way you moaned in my ear.”
“Donovan.”
“What?”
“I can’t talk about this right now.”
“Why not?” I taunted, knowing she was out in public.
“You know why.”
“I know and I bet you're shifting in your seat from your pussy getting wet.”
She sucked in a breath. “I won’t hold you up any longer, but I wanted to let you know before it gets out.”
“What is it?”
“They saw us.”
“Who saw what?” she questioned.
“I assume paparazzi. It was on one of those gossip shows of me and you leaving the club and restaurant.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” I scratched the underside of my chin.
“What are you thinking? Should we-”
“No, I’m not stopping, and I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, Kamara, and I’m yours.”
That was the last thing I said before hanging up. I prayed that she believed me and trusted me enough to keep our relationship above the madness in our world.
If only I believed it myself.
Kamara
Two weeks later, I was pushing a shopping cart in the store and picking up my favorite chocolate-pecan ice cream to keep me charged up while I wrote a piece on the City Council situation. Over the past week, I’d researched and found a few mentions of certain local businesses that were being targeted to close down, and one of them was Cafe Sin. I needed to talk with Rodney and Abigail before I wrote it up and got it out to the public.
On top of that, Donovan and I had been dating ever since we came back from the club that night. It had been a little weird talking on the phone and sleeping at each other’s place, plus meeting and hanging out with his parents as his girlfriend. When we told them about us, they’d kind of figured everything out already by the way we kept stealing glances at each other. Luna was the biggest giveaway because of her comments about a wedding and a baby coming soon, and I had to hurry up and shut that down because it wasn’t in my future at the moment, and we’d never talked about our relationship that way.
“Oh sorry. My mistake.” I bumped my cart into a woman as I tried to maneuver around the bread aisle.
“Watch where you're going. Wait I know you from somewhere,” she said.
“I doubt that unless you live in this area.”
“No, you wouldn’t happen to know Donovan Hunt?” she asked, and I felt off about her questioning me about D. Was this a reporter or a woman he’s slept with before?
“I’m best friends with his sister,” I answered.
“And sleeping with him right? I mean we could probably exchange details of the way he likes to run his hand through your hair when giving him oral sex,” she taunted and I jerked back in shock.
“Excuse me.”
“Stay away from Donovan. I was there first,” she barked, threw the loaf of bread in her cart, and walked off.
I shook my head and finished up at the store and paid for my transaction and gripped the two grocery bags and carried them out of the store to my car when a flash of light blinded me, and I dropped my bags on the ground.
“Kamara Powell, how long have you dated Donovan Hunt?” Another flash of light went off, as I tried to pick up my bags.
“Kamara Powell, is it true you slept with him to get a lead interview?” he questioned.
I stood and pushed him out of the way, ignoring his questions. I yanked my door open and tossed my bags inside. I went to the driver’s side, climbed in, and shut the door.
“Miss Powell, we have reason to believe you’re not the only woman in his life. Any comment?” the jackass asked and shoved the video camera through my window.
I shoved it back and started my car, then backed up and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove home as fast as I could. I didn’t know whether that woman was working with him or not, so I tried to take the side streets to avoid any major lights. I couldn’t believe anyone thought I’d gotten a leg up because I was sleeping with someone. I sped down the street and pulled into my parking space, then removed my keys, grabbed my bags, and stomped toward the door. I started fumbling with the key, and the door opened on its own. I’d forgotten that Donovan was already there, taking a nap.
“Let me take those,” he said, and I pushed the bags in his hands and rolled my eyes, now regretting saying he could come over for dinner tonight. I yanked off my jacket and tossed it on the couch and put my hands on my face to calm down.
“What’s wrong with you?” Donovan called out as he strolled to the kitchen.
“Nothing.” I jumped up off the couch and went to my bathroom to wash my face with a cool towel. My energy was all off and I was pissed. The minute I decide to give myself to someone and let things flow, this happened. I splashed the water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. Donovan knocked on the door, then pushed it open.
“You don’t wait for me to say, ‘come in’?”
“No why?”
“What if I was using the bathroom?” I crossed my arms.
“I’ve sucked, kissed, and licked from your toes up to your neck and ear. I’ve seen it all.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what’s the point?” he argued and glared at me.
I waved him off and tried to walk out of the bathroom, but he pulled me back inside and planted his hands on my hips.
“Talk to me, Mara.”
“I was just ambushed at the grocery store.”
“By who?”
“A photographer and some big-chested bimbo with bad highlights questioned me about you. I’m just having a bad day.”
His head fell back, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Was she about five-seven with red hair?”
“Yeah. You know her?” I tried to step out of his hold, and he tightened his grip.
“Don’t let her get to you. Tabitha’s an old friend of mine and I explained to her that I wasn’t interested anymore, unfortunately she didn’t get the hint,” Donovan said and closed the space between us.
“Tabitha, interesting,” I said.
He kissed my neck.
“Tell me exactly what she said and the photographer.”
“It’s not important.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No. You have a big game coming up, and I don’t want you worrying.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive. I think it’ll blow over in no time,” I responded and kissed him on the lips.
“I’ll get Sutton on it just in case.”
“Are you ready to eat?” I said, changing the subject.
“Not food,” he groaned, attacking my lips and cupping my ass.
I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Mmm… let me cook before you distract me.”
I stepped around him and went back to the kitchen and put the groceries away as he sat on the couch and watched old tapes of plays.
“Have you spoken to Sutton about Savion lately?” I slid the grey pot on top of the stove and boiled the potatoes for the mashed potatoes. I set the oven temperature for the baked fish and pinto beans.
“No, should I have?”
“She’s not only your publicist, babe. She’s also your friend.”
“We don’t talk about stuff like that.”
“I’m surprised.”
I turned the heat down, set the food on the stove, and let it sit, then went to sit next to him on the couch.
“Enough about everyone else. How are you doing at the newspaper?”
“So far, the response from the interview went well, but as you know, someone thought it was interesting that we started dating right after the article was published.”
“I didn’t date you because of the article or use you if that’s your worry.” Donovan lifted me onto his lap, and I straddled him.
“I know, but it’s hard to make it in this business as a woman, let alone a woman of color.”
He rubbed his hand up and down my back.
“You want me to go around kicking people’s ass that fuck with you? I will, you know.”
I giggled at his protective nature and kissed his cheek.
“I think you have enough press coverage without fighting my battles.”
“I don’t care. I’ll do it for you.” He tilted his head and bit my breast.
I smacked him on the arm.
“Focus,” I said.
He shook his head no and tweaked my nipple.
“Thank you for offering,” I gasped, grind
ing my hips on his lap.
“What story are you working on right now?”
“A story about the local City Council, trying to buy up businesses.” He slid his hands under my shirt, squeezing my breasts.
“Take this off,” he demanded, and I lifted my shirt.
“We didn’t go the traditional route of dating for a while, and I never asked you to be my girl.”
“No, we didn’t.”
He stood and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Ahhh! What are you doing?”
He placed me on my back on the couch.
“I told you I’m hungry.”
“Baby the food.”
“Ugh. Fine we eat first and then you get naked on the bed face down, ass up.” He slapped my thigh gently and pecked my lips. I jumped up, tried to grab my shirt to put it back on and he yanked it back.
“No shirt.”
“You want me to cook without a shirt on?”
He licked his lips.
“Yep. Take your pants off, too.”
I cackled at him.
“I’m not taking my pants off. Finish working or something.”
“You’ve distracted me and now I can’t work anymore,” Donovan joked, wiggling his brows and rubbing his hands together.
“That’s a lie. You pulled my shirt off.” I walked into the kitchen, and he followed me.
“I don’t recall that,” he teased.
I smacked him with a towel, and he came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. He kissed the side of my neck as I continued to cook dinner. We ended up getting so full after dinner that we lay on the couch and watched a movie, then fell asleep.
At some point, he must have carried me to bed because I woke up with him in bed in the middle of the night, with his leg across my thigh. I felt a sudden shift in the bed, and my breath hitched from his soft lips on my neck. His body hovered over me.
“What are you doing to me?” I whimpered, reaching my hand out to rub the side of his face as he kissed alongside my shoulder.
“Making you mine,” Donovan said and I felt the tip of his shaft poking my ass.
“Mmm... ahh... shit.”
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