I couldn’t help but black out and rage at certain points, but also I kept feeling like I wasn’t hitting him hard enough and that he wasn’t hitting me hard either. I now know it was the adrenaline, but I thought I was going crazy during the fight.
We rolled around on the hard white speckled tiles and I had just got on him, laying into him a few good times, when the teachers came barreling down the hallway. All of my boys had blocked off each side of the hallway so no one could get through for a while. The teachers had to push and prod to eventually get through. It was the longest fight in school that year.
As soon as I saw a teacher, I stopped fighting, stood up, grabbed my books and started to walk to the office before they could even touch me. I didn’t want to be associated with fighting with the teachers in any way and wanted to talk to the principal before the little shithead did. I figured if I made it to the office first, I would get in less trouble. Everyone was congratulating me as I passed and pounding my fist on beating the guy’s ass.
Unfortunately when you have so many strikes against you already, it doesn’t matter how much faster you make it into the office. You get kicked out, because at that point, it’s easier for them to just give up on you.
I gave up my education for a nobody on a fight that meant absolutely nothing.
***
When I get to Chyna’s apartment, I go to the door and ring the doorbell. Carefully holding her flowers, I wait for her to answer.
She opens the door. Her dark hair is all messy and pinned on top of her head. She’s in a cute form-fitting dress, and she looks fucking amazing.
“Oh sorry, no one ordered flowers here,” she says cheekily, shutting her door. I stick my foot in before she can close it all the way, chuckling at her attempt of warding me off already.
“That’s because I ordered and delivered—multi-talented.” I wink at her, making my way inside, and then turn to shut the door.
“Well if you’re so talented, then how about you zip me up?”
I shoot her a puzzled look, she’s already dressed. “Zip you?”
“Yep.” She pops the ‘p’ just a little and spins so her open back is to me.
Holy fuck! Thank God I took care of myself in the shower, or I’d have a raging hard on right now and that would be extremely embarrassing. I’m met with the smooth skin I was just fantasizing about around an hour ago.
This time, instead of a bikini, there is nothing on her back and the top swells of her gorgeous ass is only covered by a small nude thong. Talk about sexy. This woman doesn’t have to do a thing, yet it pours off her in waves.
I clear my throat as my hands lightly graze over her hips. I skim over her back as I zip up her dress. I watch as it slowly climbs up her back, covering inch by erotic inch, of exposed skin.
She turns back to face me, a smile gracing her face and I catch a whiff of her girly scent. Today she smells kind of like peaches and it makes me want to lay her down on the carpet to run my tongue over her completely.
I step forward, getting close enough she can feel my body heat and I can see each little freckle gracing her perfect face. “Breathtaking,” I utter quietly and her eye lashes flutter.
“What?” she asks breathily.
“You are absolutely breathtaking,” I mutter, taking her chin softly into the palm of my hand. I tilt her face to mine. Leaning down, our lips meet, mine eager and hers full of sweet surrender.
CHYNA
My knees go weak and my stomach jumps as I open to him. He kisses me softly, gently, worshiping my lips. This is nothing like the kiss from before; it’s so much more.
This is a kiss that feels electrifying and there’s so much voltage packed behind it that you can’t let go. You know the kind…where you wouldn’t be surprised to see stars or to hear music playing in the background.
After a beat, he pulls away slowly, keeping his eyes closed a bit longer as if to savor that kiss. Reaching up, I brush my fingers lightly over a small scar on his top lip. That little imperfection makes his face even more beautiful.
My grandmother would have called him ruggedly handsome, if she were here to see him. She moved away with my father, cursing him the entire time that she didn’t feel it was right to leave me without any family nearby.
He opens his eyes at my touch and grins, “I’ll bring you flowers more often.”
“And I’ll kiss you like that each time.”
“Promise?”
“It’s too early for those types of promises.”
“Fine, but eventually you’ll give in,” he chortles and I roll my eyes.
“You’re pretty cheeky for this being a first date.”
“Technically I already bought you dinner in Corpus, and then I came and sat with you at the restaurant.”
“Yeaaah?”
“So we’re really on our third date if you think about it.”
“Whatever!” I huff good naturedly, pulling my hair down from its messy bun. I run my fingers through it so it’s not too tangled. I had twisted it up on purpose to give it some natural waves and volume. It’s normally fairly straight.
“Okay Jace, I’m ready.” I grab my small clutch and slip into some three inch heels. I want to look dressy, but still be functional since I don’t know what we’re doing.
I point out my black and purple gym bag on the floor. “Do I still need this?”
“Yeah, I’ll grab it.” He picks my bag up for me and opens the front door. I head through it, locking the handle on the way out.
“You should lock the top lock, too.”
“Nobody ever comes around here. It’s well lit, plus I have you here to protect me, right?” I reply brazenly. If he’s going to flirt, I may as well also.
“Of course I would protect you, but you never know who might come around, even if it feels like it will never happen, babe.”
He says this so serious and sure of himself, I nod and lock the top lock with my keys. It obviously bugs him for whatever reason, and it doesn’t bother me either way. I like it that he cares about my safety. It’s nice to have someone concerned.
Jace holds his elbow out to me and I tuck my hand in the crook as we walk to his Jeep. I have to admit, it’s really refreshing to be with someone who has good manners.
“Gosh, I can’t believe how nice it is outside this evening.”
“I know; it’s actually not too hot, huh.”
I answer him with a cheerful smile and he opens the door for me. I climb in and buckle my seat belt.
Once he’s in I turn to him, “You have such good manners. Your family must be so proud of you; you’re not only a great fighter but a good man.” He still hasn’t brought them up so I figure a little comment won’t hurt. I’m curious about why he hasn’t said anything about them.
He shrugs, looking away as he backs out of the parking spot, heading to who knows where.
“I wouldn’t call it proud exactly. I would say that they more than likely think they’re entitled to whatever I have in my life…so I keep my distance from all of them.”
“Oh. Geez, that sucks.”
That’s really sad. I want my family around, but they’re off living their own lives, and too busy for me. Jace has family nearby, and it sounds like they’re no good. People have no idea what it means to have family and they’re so reckless with relationships. I hope Jace’s family will eventually wake up and come around to support him.
“Yeah, it’s no big deal; I’m used to it by now. So, I remember you like desserts a lot, right?”
“Yes. I love them.” I reply as we pull up in front of this cute little building with an elegant black script over brick, spelling out ‘Desserts.’ “What is this place?”
“It’s a place where we go in and make our own desserts, Kiki.”
“That sounds so cool!”
“It is. I love this place when I have a cheat day. They have cakes, cheesecakes, scoop ice cream, all kinds of different things that you can imagine. It’s already made, so you can j
ust pick whatever you want. You can fill it, decorate it, or order something special. They’ll even show you how to make the item you want if it’s not too busy.”
“Holy crap, that sounds amazing!” I respond excitedly. He nods, getting out of the vehicle, and I follow suit.
Jace closes my door for me and grabs my hand, never letting go while we walk to the restaurant. On our way, we pass a small outside patio decorated with black iron tables and chairs. The entire patio is shaded by giant elephant ears, banana trees, and various other plants. It’s beautiful and perfect for a night like this.
Jace holds the door open for me. Once inside, I see that nearly everything is white. The tables are covered in solid black tablecloths, and the walls have giant sized watercolor paintings bursting with color of various delicious looking desserts.
“Jace, this place is gorgeous!”
He smiles, pulling me closer to him in a small hug, “I’m glad you think so.”
I can’t believe I’ve never heard of this dessert bar before. I’m definitely bringing Aria here.
He leads me to a counter, where a young Hispanic girl is working. “Gabriella, can we have a ‘builder’ for two please?” He hands her some money and pays for our dessert and drinks right away.
“Sure, Jace, no problem.” She beams a smile filled with blue braces. She’s probably hitting about seventeen years old.
“Wow, you must come here a lot.” I hit him in the ribs slightly with my elbow causing him to bend over, holding his side, pretending I hit him hard and chuckle.
“I’ve been coming here for around three years; they see me on almost every cheat day.”
I take in the buffet of beautifully laid out dessert options, my mouth watering at all of the deliciousness before me, including Jace. “I can totally see why. I think I just found my new favorite place.”
“With me?” he responds, and I feel my cheeks blush.
I don’t even stand a chance with his charm. He has to have at least one flaw; I just have to figure out what it is.
I shrug in response, walking over to Gabriella who hands me a white square plate and a glass for my drink.
“What kind of basket would you like?” She peers up at me, friendly.
“Ummm…Basket?” I inquire, confused.
Jace steps next to me, taking his white plate. “Just hook us up with two milk chocolate baskets for right now. Let Chyna go through everything and choose from here.”
She nods and places a square basket nearly as big as my plate on top of my dish. The thing is made entirely out of chocolate and I know right then I probably should have worn sweat pants. They’re going to have to roll me out of here if this is what I have to look forward to.
Jace leans in close, speaking lowly, “Good?”
“Are you kidding? I could kiss you right now!”
He smirks, his dimple coming out to play, and before I catch on, he’s sucking my bottom lip between his. Just as fast as it started, it’s over, and I feel a little dizzy with need. That ended far too quickly for my taste.
We make our way down the line. Following Jace’s lead, I catch on that we build our dessert inside the basket. At this point I have fluffy white cake, melted milk chocolate, and white chocolate drizzled on top of it with fresh strawberries.
I lean in, whispering, “Jace, I feel like a kid at the Golden Corral dessert bar right now!”
He starts laughing loudly and I can’t help but to join in. It’s funny, but it’s true. I haven’t been this excited about building my dessert since my mother took me when I was a young girl.
We get to the ice cream portion and I opt for a large scoop of homemade slow churned strawberry vanilla cheesecake ice cream. It looks like butter with strawberries in it and I can’t wait to get a bite of this divine creation.
Jace goes full-fledged chocolate attack. We opt to sit outside on the quaint patio since the evening is gorgeous.
Gabriella switches on a few fans on low so we get a little more of a breeze, but we don’t feel like we’re going to blow away. There are twinkle lights surrounding us all over the patio. It may not be dark yet, but it has to be the single most romantic thing I’ve ever experienced with someone. Secretly, inside I know he’s whisking me away already and it’s fucking terrifying.
I can’t afford to let my heart get broken again like it did with my ex. I will never be able to fully trust Jace like I know I need to, like I know he deserves. His hand grazes mine as he sets his own on the tabletop, gazing at me.
“Huh?”
“Can I do something?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“I want to give you your first bite.”
I hand him my spoon eager for my first taste and he gets a huge smile on his face. He surprises me by not digging into the food on my plate, but by getting a small scoop of his chocolate mousse.
He leans forward, placing the spoon to my lips. I open and the tastes explode through my mouth. It’s like a chocolategasm. If my food is anywhere near that delicious, I will definitely be back.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I think I love it when you eat normal food.” I mumble around a mouth full of delectable cake and ice cream.
He laughs, “I love normal food, trust me, but I have to stay on track.”
“I understand that, so what’s next?” I ask full-fledged digging into my food. They need to give you a shovel with these plates.
“I was going to teach you some MMA. I didn’t think it through though with us being stuffed full of junk food.”
I nod, and we both eat more of our delicious food.
After a while he leans forward again, “Do you want to head to one of our apartments afterward and just watch a movie? I feel like I’m in a sugar coma.” He pats his stomach and pushes his nearly empty plate away from him.
“I know. Me, too. What time is it anyhow?” I mimic his actions and place my half-eaten dessert basket to the side. I couldn’t fit any more inside if I wanted to. Total food baby going on and I hope he doesn’t notice it when I stand up.
“It’s seven-thirty.”
“No way! We’ve been here an hour and a half already? That’s crazy.”
“It’s my charming company, time just flies by.”
Not surprised, I shake my head at him. I’m used to his cute and witty remarks at this point.
“Okay, a movie sounds like a great idea. Can we go to my apartment though? I have some good snacks if we want them later and the new ‘South Paw’ movie.”
“Are you joking? I’ve wanted to see that movie so bad, but didn’t have enough free time from training.”
“Totally not joking, it’s sitting next to my TV. I told you, I love watching the fights. If it’s anything close, I know I’ll love it.”
“I have my gym bag, mind if I put on my basketball shorts at your place?”
“Already moving in, huh?” I razz him, as we leave the restaurant.
“Yep, just make sure you don’t use my toothbrush.”
I climb into the jeep and buckle up as he shuts my door.
“Eww, that’s disgusting!” I declare when he sits down beside me.
“I’d let you borrow mine if you really needed to.” He says nonchalantly as he drives back to my apartment.
That’s just the type of person he is, sweet right down to the core.
I wasn’t expecting the movie to have me choked up the entire time, picturing that stuff happening to me and my own family someday. Chyna cried probably five times. She asked like half way through it if I wanted to watch something else, but I told her we should just finish it. Don’t get me wrong; it was a great movie, just not what I was thinking it would be.
“You okay, Kiki?” I whisper and softly rub her hair.
We’re lying on her living room floor. I have a few couch pillows propped up behind me and she’s resting her head on my chest. She turned over and snuggled up to me the second time she had silent tears running down her cheeks. I felt the sam
e way inside, only I wasn’t going to show it. I happily wrapped her up in my arms and have been running my hands through her long black locks ever since.
“Kiki?” I whisper again and she stirs a little.
I think she actually fell asleep on me. I’ve never had this happen before and don’t know if it’s a compliment or the opposite. I guess technically this is our third date, so I’m going to leave her with something that hopefully makes her remember this night for a really long time.
I gently shift her body off mine, carefully laying her on the floor in my place on the pillows. She wanted to put comfy clothes on when we got back, but I had told her how sexy she looked in the dress and she kept it on. Lucky for me, it will help out a lot with what I have planned. I had dessert once already, but now it’s time to have some more. This could work beautifully or she could kick me in my face…we’ll see.
I shimmy her dress up her thighs a little more until it crests over her hips, giving me a clear view of her nude panties. She’s so fucking hot like this, legs slightly parted, her tiny underwear not covering much. She’s vulnerable and exposed, making her even more attractive to me.
I trace over her pussy lips through the sheer material on her thong that I had been fantasizing about in the shower earlier. She doesn’t move much at first until I rub over her clit a few times. Once she feels that, her legs open more and her hips thrust, following my fingers. I trail them further down her juncture, sliding the thong to the side.
She’s wet; I wonder if she’s dreaming of me. I’m still guessing about what she was dreaming about that night in the hotel room when she called out my name. I hope I’m giving her good things to think of.
I easily slip a few fingers into her core, fucking her with my hand until her eyelids partly open, tiredly gazing at me. After a moment her cheeks flush and I pull my hand free. She stares, unmoving, waiting to see what I do next.
She lets me peel her panties off. I slip them down her legs until she’s completely free of them. Her breasts rise quicker with each breath as she becomes more aware of what’s happening. She probably expects me to climb on top of her, but that’s not what I’m after.
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