~Sneak Peek~
Since the Day We Met
Prologue
Kyree Ross
“I don’t know why anyone would want to live in this dreary ass city. It’s literally been raining for four days straight,” I complained to my brothers, Kolby and Kamden.
We were in town from Chicago, IL for an automotive convention. Well, I was here for the convention, and they came to keep me company. Kolby worked as an accountant, and Kamden was still trying to figure out his path. He worked maintenance with our father while he finished up a degree in business. I was geeked to get away from home for a few days with my brothers, but this rain was annoying as hell.
“It’s Seattle, man. What did you think?” Kamden asked.
“Shit, I didn’t know it rained this much. I don’t know how these people aren’t depressed.”
“Well, at least today was the last day of the convention and you can kick it with us tonight before our flight tomorrow afternoon,” Kolby added.
We walked into our hotel and noticed a large group of people posing for pictures. When I realized it was a wedding, all I could think was how pissed I would be if it rained cats and dogs on my wedding day.
“How long y’all need?” I asked as we walked into our two-room suite.
“I need a nap,” Kamden said, looking at his phone for the time. “About an hour and a half?”
“Cool,” Kolby and I said before going into our rooms. Kam was the youngest, so he had to use the sofa bed.
“Kyree,” Kam called out just before my door closed.
“Wassup?”
“See if you can find out where the Black clubs are,” he said.
I shook my head before saying, “Awight.”
I wasn’t sure how it became my job, but the whole time we’d been here, they’d been depending on me to find all the good restaurants and sights to see. I guess I looked like a tour guide or some shit.
About two hours later, we exited the elevator into the lobby. I’d found a club called the Hideout that was supposed to have a good DJ that played hip hop and R&B. As we headed toward the hotel’s entrance, I almost tripped over my feet when my eyes landed on the most beautiful being I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Shit!” I unknowingly said aloud, causing Kolby and Kam to look in the same direction.
“Damn!” they said simultaneously.
Unintentionally, my feet moved in her direction, and I didn’t realize it until I was standing in front of her. The expression on her pretty face led me to believe that she was upset.
“You good?”
She looked up in surprise, and when her eyes met mine, she attempted a fake smile.
“Hi. Umm, yeah. I’m good.”
“We haven’t even officially met, and you’re already lying to me?” I shook my head and faked disappointment.
When she smiled this time, it was genuine, and it went straight to my heart.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Braelynn Waters. You?”
“Kyree Ross.” I took her outreached hand and pressed it to my lips. It sent a wave of heat through my body. “Now that the formalities are out the way, tell me who pissed you off so I can go beat his or her ass.”
She laughed this time, showing all thirty-two teeth and the small dimple in her left cheek. Damn, she proudly flaunted a small gap in her front teeth, and that shit was sexy as hell. She was doing something to a nigga, and I really wanted to beat the ass of the person that had her frowning.
“You don’t even know me, and you’re willing to fight for me? That’s… noble of you.”
“Aye, Ky…the Uber’s here, bro.”
I looked in the direction of the main entrance and couldn’t see myself leaving this beauty. My brothers would have to kick it without me again tonight.
“Go ’head. I’ll catch y’all later.”
I could hear them talking shit about me to each other, but I didn’t care. My focus was on Braelynn. I felt an immediate connection between us that wouldn’t allow me to walk away.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she told me.
“Done what?”
“I have a boyfriend and—”
“Is he here?”
She shook her head. “No, he left.”
“Is that why you’re upset?”
She nodded. “He promised he’d stay for the reception. I don’t know why I’m surprised, though. He does this all the time. I should have been more surprised that he showed up at all.”
What I had first thought was sadness was actually more along the lines of irritation. I wanted to do something, anything, to calm her spirit.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have a girlfriend. I’m an honorable man, so you don’t have to worry about me pushing up on you. I just want to talk and see if I can cheer you up. Come to the bar with me and I’ll buy you a drink.”
She looked in the direction of the ballrooms where I assumed the reception was being held.
“Let me text my sister and best friend so they aren’t looking for me.”
She pulled her phone out of the little, gold purse that was hanging from her wrist. While she did that, it gave me some time to admire her without looking like a creep. She had to be about five-six without the heels she was wearing. Her cocoa-brown skin was glowing on this gloomy day, and her loosely curled Afro was highlighted with shades of red. I couldn’t tell if it was the natural color or not. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement.
The orange dress she wore looked good against her skin. It fit her tiny curves perfectly. The V-neck dipped low enough to show her barely-there cleavage, drawing attention to the fact that her breasts weren’t very big. She had a lean build with just enough in all the right places.
“Okay, to the bar we go,” she said as she stuck her phone back inside her purse.
“Lead the way.”
She winked before turning to walk away and added the perfect amount of switch to her tiny but plump ass, which caused me to have to adjust my dick before following her. Boyfriend or not, I knew that switch was just for me. After finding two seats at the bar, we both ordered a drink and resumed our conversation.
“Are you from here?” I asked.
“Born and raised.”
I shook my head because I couldn’t imagine growing up in Seattle.
“Why are you shaking your head?”
“Does it rain like this all the time? I mean, I’ve heard that it rains a lot here, but this shit is ridiculous.”
She laughed before replying, “It rains more than those who aren’t from here are used to. Where are you from?”
“Chicago.”
She pulled her head back and looked at me sideways.
“Ohh, so I guess you prefer it to be winter for nine months out of the year over rain.”
“What? Don’t come for my city. Ain’t nothin’ like summertime in the Chi.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t respond.
“It’s been raining for four fucking days. I’m glad I’m leaving tomorrow because this shit is messing with my mood. Therapists must make bank around here,” I joked.
She pushed me on the shoulder as she giggled.
“Stop it! It’s not that bad. You kinda get used to it after a while.”
The bartender set our drinks in front of us, and I took a swig of the beer I ordered before responding to her as she sipped her wine.
“If you say so. What do you do for a living?”
“My sister, best friend, and I have an online lingerie boutique. It actually started off as their thing, but the business grew very quickly. Since I have an associate’s degree in business, they asked if I wanted to become a partner.”
“That’s dope! What’s it called? Maybe I’ll order something for my girlfriend.”
“MyLynn’s Bedroom Boutique. If you Google that, it’ll come up. How about you?”
“Nothing as fancy as you. I work as a mechanic in an auto shop. I’m here for the automotive convention that ended today.”
“Wait! Seriously?”
“Yeah. Why would I lie?”
“I was at the convention, too.”
She must have noticed the look of confusion on my face because she began to explain immediately.
“I know that seems weird, considering what I just told you, but fixing cars is kind of my… thing.”
“I can’t believe I missed your pretty face.”
She looked at her drink, and if she had fairer skin, her cheeks would be rosy from blushing.
“Well, I didn’t look like this.” She laughed. “I was there the past three days and half the day today. I think I would have noticed you as well.”
“A female mechanic, huh? Do you know how sexy that is? How did you become interested in fixing cars?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Typical story. My dad wanted a boy but got two girls instead. I’m the oldest. With him being a mechanic and me being a daddy’s girl, Braedon Waters taught me everything he knew.”
I detected a hint of sadness in her voice, even though she had a tiny smile on her face.
“That’s pretty dope.”
“I guess everyone has their opinions about that. I used to work at a shop where I was the only woman. The men were some real assholes, and I got tired of dealing with their shit. When Jaelynn and Myla asked me to partner up with them when they started the online boutique, I jumped at the chance. I wouldn’t work in another mechanic shop unless I owned it.”
“Damn! That’s unfortunate. Men can be assholes, though.” I paused. “Your dad still working or is he retired?”
“No… he’s dead.”
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t—”
“It’s okay. It’s been about three years. He had a heart attack while driving and ran into a pole.”
I didn’t know what to say, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to get the words out. Shaking off the unpleasant memories that came to mind, I placed my hand over hers in a consoling manner. The vibrations that hummed through my body when we touched alarmed me, but I didn’t move my hand. Instead, I gave hers a squeeze and changed the subject.
“I plan to open my own shop soon. Been saving for a few years.”
“Now that’s dope!”
I turned my head to look at her because the excitement in her voice surprised me. I knew it was genuine because I could see it in her eyes. Braelynn didn’t know me from Adam, yet she’d shown more enthusiasm than my own girlfriend. For some reason, that realization made me feel some type of way.
“We’ve actually been thinking about buying or leasing a building for a lingerie store soon,” she continued. “Business is great, and we can’t keep most of our products in stock, but there’s just so much to the brick and mortar side of things. I’m kind of on the fence about it.”
“Yeah, it’s a lot of work, owning your own shit, and having an actual building will bring more overhead,” I agreed. “I think it’s worth it, though.”
“Not according to my boyfriend.” I almost didn’t hear her because she said it so softly.
“He doesn’t think business ownership is the way to go?”
“No, he actually owns a small IT firm. He just doesn’t think it’s the way I should go.”
Again, I was slightly confused, and I guess she could tell by my expression, so she continued.
“He doesn’t take the lingerie business seriously and thinks it’s more of a hobby than a business. I’m not gonna even share his thoughts about me being a mechanic and having my own shop. When I told him my idea for an all-female auto shop, he damn near passed out laughing and told me it wouldn’t be in business more than a month.”
“He actually said that to you?” She hadn’t even answered yet, and I was pissed.
“Multiple times,” she told me, sounding defeated.
Who the fuck does this dude think he is?
I shook my head in disgust as we both took sips from our drinks. Knowing that he wasn’t supportive of her made me think of Leah, my girlfriend. Sounded to me like they would be a great couple.
“How long you been with your guy?”
I swear I saw her roll her eyes before she answered.
“Two years.”
I nodded my head. Two years is a long time. She’d probably in it for the long haul, waiting for him to propose.
“I’ve been with my girl for about a year,” I offered. “She doesn’t think ‘working on cars’ is a good career, either. Keeps pushing me to go to college and get a ‘real degree’ because trade school ain’t good enough, I guess.”
“Oh my God! Samuel is the same way. Besides my associate’s degree in business, I’m a licensed mechanic with multiple certifications. He thinks that’s nothing, and it irritates my entire soul.”
“Sounds like they would be a match made in heaven.”
After laughing at my comment, we sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I turned to look at her and found her eyes on me. I never released her hand, and I was rubbing across the top of it with my thumb.
“Do you have a room here?” she asked softly.
I wasn’t sure that I heard her right. My eyebrows raised, questioning whether or not my ears had deceived me. When she held my gaze, I summoned the bartender.
“Last name is Ross. Charge the drinks to room 817.”
We both stood to leave the bar and walked to the elevator. As we waited, I squeezed her hand to get her attention.
“You sure about this?”
“I am.”
She said it with confidence, and I believed her. For some reason, I needed her to know that I didn’t do this kind of shit on the regular, but something about her was causing me to step out of character. We stepped inside the elevator, and I pushed the number eight before backing her against the wall and putting my forehead against hers.
“Do you believe me when I say I ain’t the cheating type of nigga?”
“I believe you,” she whispered. “I’ve never—”
I pressed my lips against hers for a kiss that I couldn’t resist stealing. Electricity shot through my body as soon as we connected, causing me to pull away and rub a finger across her lips.
“I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you right now… ever.”
Braelynn Waters
I’d never done anything like this. I’d never cheated. I’d never had a one-night stand. I’d never had sex with a man that I wasn’t in an established relationship with. Tonight, I was doing it all.
Kyree’s presence erased the frustration I had with Samuel and any thoughts I had of him from my mind. His spirit connected with mine in a way I wished Samuel’s did. His handsome features made a puddle in the seat of my panties. With skin the color of peanut butter, perfectly straight, winter-white teeth, a low Caesar cut with deep waves, tiny, almond-shaped eyes, and just the right amount of facial hair, he didn’t look like he should be working under anybody’s car. He looked like he should be on somebody’s runway. Damn, he was fine!
As soon as we were in his room inside the suite, my back was against the door, and his mouth was on mine again. This time, his tongue found its way inside and did a sexy dance with mine. I could feel his erection against my stomach, and the desire for him to be inside of me increased tremendously.
He hiked my dress up above my waist as I fumbled trying to unfasten his pants. I heard the ripping of my panties and felt the coolness of the door against my ass. His pants fell to the floor as soon as I was successful with the button and zipper. Pulling his lips away from mine, he lifted my dress up, and I raised my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head.
With his pants at his ankles, he took off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and pulled his Polo and undershirt over his head. He stood before me in black boxer briefs and black athletic socks. His physique was muscular but not bulky. I could tell that he was a regular at the gym, especially with the eight-pack abs he sported. The light from the lamp in the corner of the room allowed me to see the tattoos that covered his upper chest and both arms. That shit was sexy as hell.
His eyes traveled the length of my body as we faced off. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my panties were in shreds. The four-inch heels and earrings were all that I had left on my body. He stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read. Maybe he changed his mind, or he’s giving me a chance to change mine. The longer he stared, the more self-conscious I became. My hands moved to cover my breasts and my mound, but he reached up to stop them.
“No! You’re beautiful. I don’t ever want to forget you. I need a visual of you engraved in my brain. I want to memorize everything about you, so when this is over, all I need to do is close my eyes and see the magnificence that is you.”
His words made my nipples hard and my pussy leak. This man made me feel things I didn’t know were possible, and I’d only known him an hour, maybe two. I was unsure of how much time had passed since he’d approached me in the lobby.
His hand caressed my cheek as he spoke. “It feels like I’ve known you all my life.”
Not giving me a chance to respond, his hand went to the back of my neck, and he pulled my face to his. Our lips crashed into one another’s, and we kissed like lovers who were reunited after years apart. We made our way to the bed, and when I began to kick off my shoes, he pulled away.
“Leave ’em on!” he demanded.
We fell on the bed, him on top of me, and his soft lips landed on my neck. He planted a trail of kisses as his mouth traveled to my breasts. When he took one of my nipples in his mouth, a moan escaped my lips. After his tongue tasted each of them, he continued to move down my body until he was face-to-face with my bare pussy.
Although I was expecting his mouth, his finger would do as well. He rubbed my slick folds before sliding one finger, then another, into my haven. His thumb pressed against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
“My desire to taste you has me ready to risk my life.”
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“Can I trust you with my life?”
“I’ve been tested. We use condoms. I wouldn’t risk your life,” I managed to say.
I guess that was all he needed to hear, and without further interrogation, he dove in.
“Shittt!” I screamed.
He French kissed, licked, and sucked every crevice his mouth could find, leaving nothing untouched. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming as the tingling traveled through my body. My climax was near, and I knew it was going to be a wet, slippery mess.
“Fuck, Ky! I’m cummmmm—”
I couldn’t quite get my warning out, but it didn’t matter. This nigga was feasting on me as if I was his last meal and he was on death row.
“Oh my—shit!”
The dam released, and I lost control of all my senses. The heels of my shoes dug into his back, surely leaving marks, as I reached my peak and continued chasing the feeling his mouth provided.
As I came down from my high, I felt his absence momentarily. When he came back, he was naked. My eyes got wide when they landed on his dick. I quickly tried to mentally prepare for my pussy to be stretched deep and wide as he turned off the lamp.
Once he sheathed himself, he lifted each of my legs, removed my shoes, and put my legs on his shoulders. Our eyes connected, and his hands went to his dick.
“Once I slide inside, there’s no turning back. Tonight is all we have. No regrets.”
I hated the reminder that tonight would be the only time I’d ever feel like this, the only time I’d feel like all that mattered was the amount of pleasure he could give me and the levels of ecstasy I could reach. I appreciated his concern about the possibility of regrets, but they were absolutely the least of my concerns.
“No regrets,” I repeated.
His dick met the entrance of my domain as he plunged inside. The snug fit almost took me out, and Kyree showed his appreciation with a grunt from deep within.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
My mind briefly went to Samuel and how he could never fill me to the brim like this. My pussy would not be the same after this experience. Would he be able to feel the difference? Even with those thoughts, I lifted my ass from the bed so he could go deeper.
“Braelynn—baby, what are you doing to me?”
I could ask him the same thing. My body was being taken to heights never reached before, and once I left this room, I was sure they would never be reached again. Kyree knew my body as if he’d been studying it for years. He kissed, licked, and teased me with his tongue as if someone had given him a map of my erogenous zones. It felt like my pussy was made for his dick. The way she molded around him, the way she responded to his strokes, the way she came on demand with his command.
“Give me that juice, Brae. Soak my shit up.”
And just like that, my essence drowned his condom-covered dick and dripped down my ass crack onto the bed. I felt his dick vibrate, and it shook my entire soul. How could I ever move on from this? I know we just met. I know that tonight is all we have. Why does it feel like this man is my forever
Kyree Ross
“I don’t know why anyone would want to live in this dreary ass city. It’s literally been raining for four days straight,” I complained to my brothers, Kolby and Kamden.
We were in town from Chicago, IL for an automotive convention. Well, I was here for the convention, and they came to keep me company. Kolby worked as an accountant, and Kamden was still trying to figure out his path. He worked maintenance with our father while he finished up a degree in business. I was geeked to get away from home for a few days with my brothers, but this rain was annoying as hell.
“It’s Seattle, man. What did you think?” Kamden asked.
“Shit, I didn’t know it rained this much. I don’t know how these people aren’t depressed.”
“Well, at least today was the last day of the convention and you can kick it with us tonight before our flight tomorrow afternoon,” Kolby added.
We walked into our hotel and noticed a large group of people posing for pictures. When I realized it was a wedding, all I could think was how pissed I would be if it rained cats and dogs on my wedding day.
“How long y’all need?” I asked as we walked into our two-room suite.
“I need a nap,” Kamden said, looking at his phone for the time. “About an hour and a half?”
“Cool,” Kolby and I said before going into our rooms. Kam was the youngest, so he had to use the sofa bed.
“Kyree,” Kam called out just before my door closed.
“Wassup?”
“See if you can find out where the Black clubs are,” he said.
I shook my head before saying, “Awight.”
I wasn’t sure how it became my job, but the whole time we’d been here, they’d been depending on me to find all the good restaurants and sights to see. I guess I looked like a tour guide or some shit.
About two hours later, we exited the elevator into the lobby. I’d found a club called the Hideout that was supposed to have a good DJ that played hip hop and R&B. As we headed toward the hotel’s entrance, I almost tripped over my feet when my eyes landed on the most beautiful being I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Shit!” I unknowingly said aloud, causing Kolby and Kam to look in the same direction.
“Damn!” they said simultaneously.
Unintentionally, my feet moved in her direction, and I didn’t realize it until I was standing in front of her. The expression on her pretty face led me to believe that she was upset.
“You good?”
She looked up in surprise, and when her eyes met mine, she attempted a fake smile.
“Hi. Umm, yeah. I’m good.”
“We haven’t even officially met, and you’re already lying to me?” I shook my head and faked disappointment.
When she smiled this time, it was genuine, and it went straight to my heart.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Braelynn Waters. You?”
“Kyree Ross.” I took her outreached hand and pressed it to my lips. It sent a wave of heat through my body. “Now that the formalities are out the way, tell me who pissed you off so I can go beat his or her ass.”
She laughed this time, showing all thirty-two teeth and the small dimple in her left cheek. Damn, she proudly flaunted a small gap in her front teeth, and that shit was sexy as hell. She was doing something to a nigga, and I really wanted to beat the ass of the person that had her frowning.
“You don’t even know me, and you’re willing to fight for me? That’s… noble of you.”
“Aye, Ky…the Uber’s here, bro.”
I looked in the direction of the main entrance and couldn’t see myself leaving this beauty. My brothers would have to kick it without me again tonight.
“Go ’head. I’ll catch y’all later.”
I could hear them talking shit about me to each other, but I didn’t care. My focus was on Braelynn. I felt an immediate connection between us that wouldn’t allow me to walk away.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she told me.
“Done what?”
“I have a boyfriend and—”
“Is he here?”
She shook her head. “No, he left.”
“Is that why you’re upset?”
She nodded. “He promised he’d stay for the reception. I don’t know why I’m surprised, though. He does this all the time. I should have been more surprised that he showed up at all.”
What I had first thought was sadness was actually more along the lines of irritation. I wanted to do something, anything, to calm her spirit.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have a girlfriend. I’m an honorable man, so you don’t have to worry about me pushing up on you. I just want to talk and see if I can cheer you up. Come to the bar with me and I’ll buy you a drink.”
She looked in the direction of the ballrooms where I assumed the reception was being held.
“Let me text my sister and best friend so they aren’t looking for me.”
She pulled her phone out of the little, gold purse that was hanging from her wrist. While she did that, it gave me some time to admire her without looking like a creep. She had to be about five-six without the heels she was wearing. Her cocoa-brown skin was glowing on this gloomy day, and her loosely curled Afro was highlighted with shades of red. I couldn’t tell if it was the natural color or not. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement.
The orange dress she wore looked good against her skin. It fit her tiny curves perfectly. The V-neck dipped low enough to show her barely-there cleavage, drawing attention to the fact that her breasts weren’t very big. She had a lean build with just enough in all the right places.
“Okay, to the bar we go,” she said as she stuck her phone back inside her purse.
“Lead the way.”
She winked before turning to walk away and added the perfect amount of switch to her tiny but plump ass, which caused me to have to adjust my dick before following her. Boyfriend or not, I knew that switch was just for me. After finding two seats at the bar, we both ordered a drink and resumed our conversation.
“Are you from here?” I asked.
“Born and raised.”
I shook my head because I couldn’t imagine growing up in Seattle.
“Why are you shaking your head?”
“Does it rain like this all the time? I mean, I’ve heard that it rains a lot here, but this shit is ridiculous.”
She laughed before replying, “It rains more than those who aren’t from here are used to. Where are you from?”
“Chicago.”
She pulled her head back and looked at me sideways.
“Ohh, so I guess you prefer it to be winter for nine months out of the year over rain.”
“What? Don’t come for my city. Ain’t nothin’ like summertime in the Chi.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t respond.
“It’s been raining for four fucking days. I’m glad I’m leaving tomorrow because this shit is messing with my mood. Therapists must make bank around here,” I joked.
She pushed me on the shoulder as she giggled.
“Stop it! It’s not that bad. You kinda get used to it after a while.”
The bartender set our drinks in front of us, and I took a swig of the beer I ordered before responding to her as she sipped her wine.
“If you say so. What do you do for a living?”
“My sister, best friend, and I have an online lingerie boutique. It actually started off as their thing, but the business grew very quickly. Since I have an associate’s degree in business, they asked if I wanted to become a partner.”
“That’s dope! What’s it called? Maybe I’ll order something for my girlfriend.”
“MyLynn’s Bedroom Boutique. If you Google that, it’ll come up. How about you?”
“Nothing as fancy as you. I work as a mechanic in an auto shop. I’m here for the automotive convention that ended today.”
“Wait! Seriously?”
“Yeah. Why would I lie?”
“I was at the convention, too.”
She must have noticed the look of confusion on my face because she began to explain immediately.
“I know that seems weird, considering what I just told you, but fixing cars is kind of my… thing.”
“I can’t believe I missed your pretty face.”
She looked at her drink, and if she had fairer skin, her cheeks would be rosy from blushing.
“Well, I didn’t look like this.” She laughed. “I was there the past three days and half the day today. I think I would have noticed you as well.”
“A female mechanic, huh? Do you know how sexy that is? How did you become interested in fixing cars?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Typical story. My dad wanted a boy but got two girls instead. I’m the oldest. With him being a mechanic and me being a daddy’s girl, Braedon Waters taught me everything he knew.”
I detected a hint of sadness in her voice, even though she had a tiny smile on her face.
“That’s pretty dope.”
“I guess everyone has their opinions about that. I used to work at a shop where I was the only woman. The men were some real assholes, and I got tired of dealing with their shit. When Jaelynn and Myla asked me to partner up with them when they started the online boutique, I jumped at the chance. I wouldn’t work in another mechanic shop unless I owned it.”
“Damn! That’s unfortunate. Men can be assholes, though.” I paused. “Your dad still working or is he retired?”
“No… he’s dead.”
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t—”
“It’s okay. It’s been about three years. He had a heart attack while driving and ran into a pole.”
I didn’t know what to say, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to get the words out. Shaking off the unpleasant memories that came to mind, I placed my hand over hers in a consoling manner. The vibrations that hummed through my body when we touched alarmed me, but I didn’t move my hand. Instead, I gave hers a squeeze and changed the subject.
“I plan to open my own shop soon. Been saving for a few years.”
“Now that’s dope!”
I turned my head to look at her because the excitement in her voice surprised me. I knew it was genuine because I could see it in her eyes. Braelynn didn’t know me from Adam, yet she’d shown more enthusiasm than my own girlfriend. For some reason, that realization made me feel some type of way.
“We’ve actually been thinking about buying or leasing a building for a lingerie store soon,” she continued. “Business is great, and we can’t keep most of our products in stock, but there’s just so much to the brick and mortar side of things. I’m kind of on the fence about it.”
“Yeah, it’s a lot of work, owning your own shit, and having an actual building will bring more overhead,” I agreed. “I think it’s worth it, though.”
“Not according to my boyfriend.” I almost didn’t hear her because she said it so softly.
“He doesn’t think business ownership is the way to go?”
“No, he actually owns a small IT firm. He just doesn’t think it’s the way I should go.”
Again, I was slightly confused, and I guess she could tell by my expression, so she continued.
“He doesn’t take the lingerie business seriously and thinks it’s more of a hobby than a business. I’m not gonna even share his thoughts about me being a mechanic and having my own shop. When I told him my idea for an all-female auto shop, he damn near passed out laughing and told me it wouldn’t be in business more than a month.”
“He actually said that to you?” She hadn’t even answered yet, and I was pissed.
“Multiple times,” she told me, sounding defeated.
Who the fuck does this dude think he is?
I shook my head in disgust as we both took sips from our drinks. Knowing that he wasn’t supportive of her made me think of Leah, my girlfriend. Sounded to me like they would be a great couple.
“How long you been with your guy?”
I swear I saw her roll her eyes before she answered.
“Two years.”
I nodded my head. Two years is a long time. She’d probably in it for the long haul, waiting for him to propose.
“I’ve been with my girl for about a year,” I offered. “She doesn’t think ‘working on cars’ is a good career, either. Keeps pushing me to go to college and get a ‘real degree’ because trade school ain’t good enough, I guess.”
“Oh my God! Samuel is the same way. Besides my associate’s degree in business, I’m a licensed mechanic with multiple certifications. He thinks that’s nothing, and it irritates my entire soul.”
“Sounds like they would be a match made in heaven.”
After laughing at my comment, we sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I turned to look at her and found her eyes on me. I never released her hand, and I was rubbing across the top of it with my thumb.
“Do you have a room here?” she asked softly.
I wasn’t sure that I heard her right. My eyebrows raised, questioning whether or not my ears had deceived me. When she held my gaze, I summoned the bartender.
“Last name is Ross. Charge the drinks to room 817.”
We both stood to leave the bar and walked to the elevator. As we waited, I squeezed her hand to get her attention.
“You sure about this?”
“I am.”
She said it with confidence, and I believed her. For some reason, I needed her to know that I didn’t do this kind of shit on the regular, but something about her was causing me to step out of character. We stepped inside the elevator, and I pushed the number eight before backing her against the wall and putting my forehead against hers.
“Do you believe me when I say I ain’t the cheating type of nigga?”
“I believe you,” she whispered. “I’ve never—”
I pressed my lips against hers for a kiss that I couldn’t resist stealing. Electricity shot through my body as soon as we connected, causing me to pull away and rub a finger across her lips.
“I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you right now… ever.”
Braelynn Waters
I’d never done anything like this. I’d never cheated. I’d never had a one-night stand. I’d never had sex with a man that I wasn’t in an established relationship with. Tonight, I was doing it all.
Kyree’s presence erased the frustration I had with Samuel and any thoughts I had of him from my mind. His spirit connected with mine in a way I wished Samuel’s did. His handsome features made a puddle in the seat of my panties. With skin the color of peanut butter, perfectly straight, winter-white teeth, a low Caesar cut with deep waves, tiny, almond-shaped eyes, and just the right amount of facial hair, he didn’t look like he should be working under anybody’s car. He looked like he should be on somebody’s runway. Damn, he was fine!
As soon as we were in his room inside the suite, my back was against the door, and his mouth was on mine again. This time, his tongue found its way inside and did a sexy dance with mine. I could feel his erection against my stomach, and the desire for him to be inside of me increased tremendously.
He hiked my dress up above my waist as I fumbled trying to unfasten his pants. I heard the ripping of my panties and felt the coolness of the door against my ass. His pants fell to the floor as soon as I was successful with the button and zipper. Pulling his lips away from mine, he lifted my dress up, and I raised my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head.
With his pants at his ankles, he took off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and pulled his Polo and undershirt over his head. He stood before me in black boxer briefs and black athletic socks. His physique was muscular but not bulky. I could tell that he was a regular at the gym, especially with the eight-pack abs he sported. The light from the lamp in the corner of the room allowed me to see the tattoos that covered his upper chest and both arms. That shit was sexy as hell.
His eyes traveled the length of my body as we faced off. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my panties were in shreds. The four-inch heels and earrings were all that I had left on my body. He stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read. Maybe he changed his mind, or he’s giving me a chance to change mine. The longer he stared, the more self-conscious I became. My hands moved to cover my breasts and my mound, but he reached up to stop them.
“No! You’re beautiful. I don’t ever want to forget you. I need a visual of you engraved in my brain. I want to memorize everything about you, so when this is over, all I need to do is close my eyes and see the magnificence that is you.”
His words made my nipples hard and my pussy leak. This man made me feel things I didn’t know were possible, and I’d only known him an hour, maybe two. I was unsure of how much time had passed since he’d approached me in the lobby.
His hand caressed my cheek as he spoke. “It feels like I’ve known you all my life.”
Not giving me a chance to respond, his hand went to the back of my neck, and he pulled my face to his. Our lips crashed into one another’s, and we kissed like lovers who were reunited after years apart. We made our way to the bed, and when I began to kick off my shoes, he pulled away.
“Leave ’em on!” he demanded.
We fell on the bed, him on top of me, and his soft lips landed on my neck. He planted a trail of kisses as his mouth traveled to my breasts. When he took one of my nipples in his mouth, a moan escaped my lips. After his tongue tasted each of them, he continued to move down my body until he was face-to-face with my bare pussy.
Although I was expecting his mouth, his finger would do as well. He rubbed my slick folds before sliding one finger, then another, into my haven. His thumb pressed against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
“My desire to taste you has me ready to risk my life.”
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“Can I trust you with my life?”
“I’ve been tested. We use condoms. I wouldn’t risk your life,” I managed to say.
I guess that was all he needed to hear, and without further interrogation, he dove in.
“Shittt!” I screamed.
He French kissed, licked, and sucked every crevice his mouth could find, leaving nothing untouched. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming as the tingling traveled through my body. My climax was near, and I knew it was going to be a wet, slippery mess.
“Fuck, Ky! I’m cummmmm—”
I couldn’t quite get my warning out, but it didn’t matter. This nigga was feasting on me as if I was his last meal and he was on death row.
“Oh my—shit!”
The dam released, and I lost control of all my senses. The heels of my shoes dug into his back, surely leaving marks, as I reached my peak and continued chasing the feeling his mouth provided.
As I came down from my high, I felt his absence momentarily. When he came back, he was naked. My eyes got wide when they landed on his dick. I quickly tried to mentally prepare for my pussy to be stretched deep and wide as he turned off the lamp.
Once he sheathed himself, he lifted each of my legs, removed my shoes, and put my legs on his shoulders. Our eyes connected, and his hands went to his dick.
“Once I slide inside, there’s no turning back. Tonight is all we have. No regrets.”
I hated the reminder that tonight would be the only time I’d ever feel like this, the only time I’d feel like all that mattered was the amount of pleasure he could give me and the levels of ecstasy I could reach. I appreciated his concern about the possibility of regrets, but they were absolutely the least of my concerns.
“No regrets,” I repeated.
His dick met the entrance of my domain as he plunged inside. The snug fit almost took me out, and Kyree showed his appreciation with a grunt from deep within.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
My mind briefly went to Samuel and how he could never fill me to the brim like this. My pussy would not be the same after this experience. Would he be able to feel the difference? Even with those thoughts, I lifted my ass from the bed so he could go deeper.
“Braelynn—baby, what are you doing to me?”
I could ask him the same thing. My body was being taken to heights never reached before, and once I left this room, I was sure they would never be reached again. Kyree knew my body as if he’d been studying it for years. He kissed, licked, and teased me with his tongue as if someone had given him a map of my erogenous zones. It felt like my pussy was made for his dick. The way she molded around him, the way she responded to his strokes, the way she came on demand with his command.
“Give me that juice, Brae. Soak my shit up.”
And just like that, my essence drowned his condom-covered dick and dripped down my ass crack onto the bed. I felt his dick vibrate, and it shook my entire soul. How could I ever move on from this? I know we just met. I know that tonight is all we have. Why does it feel like this man is my forever