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“Jazzy, do you mind dropping me off at my hotel? There’s something comforting about back up generators and vegging out on room service while mother nature rains down her anger on us poor mortals.” Without waiting for Jazzy to respond, Khadijah hooks her arm around her shoulders and yells her farewells to everyone. With their departure, some of the liveliness drains from the room.
“I think I’ll take my leave as well,” G-mama offers as she stands and stretches.
“Can you drop me off?” Glamma asks.
“I brought you, I’ll drop you off,” Pedro responds before G-mama can. His voice has an underlying steel that even Glamma doesn’t challenge.
Instead, she harrumphs and follows G-mama until Pedro captures her elbow in what looks like an unbreakable hold.
With Jackpot clinging to me, I watch everyone except Cameron file out. Nerves have me rooted to the spot. Should I ask him to stay? Now that I’ve agreed to explore this thing between us, I hunger to be in his presence. But will my eagerness make me appear too needy? I’m not equipped for this and with Jazzy gone I don’t have her to bounce ideas off. And Keating…she’s been conspicuously absent since last night.
“Would you like me to stick around for a while or leave?” Cameron walks up behind me ending my internal debate.
I turn to him. His green eyes have the power to melt my insides while the concern on his face makes my heart beat an irregular beat.
“Stay, please. We didn’t get to spend much time together today and I kind of want to revisit what we started this morning.”
“I’d like that, too. First, let’s get something to eat. Other than Jazzy’s coffee and the muffin this morning, we haven’t eaten all day.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Cameron
Howling winds, thunderous claps, rattling boards, and flickering lights cause Kenya and I to go in search of candles. In her kitchen, she heads toward the pantry with Jackpot clinging to her like an oversized necklace, and I follow her directions to where the matchless lighters are stored.
We go about the house ensuring the rooms have candles in them in case the electricity goes down. Kenya’s swaying hips are a tempting distraction as she leads me from room to room, and I curl my fingers to stop myself from pulling her into my arms, filling my hands with her lush curves, and stealing her every breath with my kisses.
Down, boy.I breathe deeply to get my body under control.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, does Khadijah clear her throat so often because of a medical condition? I didn’t want to ask her in case it’s something that embarrasses her.” Kenya set out a few candle holders on her dresser, goes into the bathroom to do the same and comes back, her curiosity evident in her shining eyes.
“Oh, ah…the throat clearing and coughing are recent, but I doubt they’re due to any medical condition. I’m sure it’ll pass soon.”
What am I doing, wasting an opening like this?I blame the blood that hasn’t recirculated to my brain for my failure to take advantage of the moment to tell Kenya everything.
“I hope you’re right. I like her a lot.” She leads me downstairs and we sit on her sofa.
When she unfurls the throw blanket over her lap, Jackpot releases her stranglehold on Kenya and buries herself beneath the soft material, forming a small, quivering lump. Kenya pets the huddled mass and for the first time in my life I contemplate how well cats live.
I snort when I realize that I’m jealous of a cat because she gets to cling to all Kenya’s soft parts. Not to mention… “What do I have to do to earn that kind of attention from you?”
My question, coming out of the blue, startles her as much as it does me. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out.
“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
“But you meant it?” She stares at her hand currently stroking Jackpot under the throw, and I yearn for the pressure of her caress on my spine.
“Yeah, but don’t think I’m rushing you or guilting you into feeling sorry for me. I’ll wait until you’re ready to touch me the way I want to touch you.”
With her focus on the cat, Kenya confesses in a soft voice, “It’s not that I don’t want to touch you, you know? The truth is, I think about it way too often. I think about you a lot more than I should.” She peeks at me.
“Yeah?” The smile that breaks out on my face is beyond my control and I don’t care how cheesey it makes me look. “You aren’t alone.”
“I guess not.” Kenya firms her lips and swaddles Jackpot into a well-wrapped package then deposits her in a cat mansion in the corner.
Before I can question her, she straddles my lap and presses our mouths together. I trail my fingers up her leg to clutch at her hips, filling my hands with her delectable curves and barely believing my good fortune. Her winding hips causes blood to rush to my cock. A moan escapes me as I relish this sweet torture. Not even the growing storm can penetrate our bubble. The wind and rain become a dim vibration that enhances the sense of isolation between us.
When we separate, her warm breath wisps across my lips. “You have no idea how much I needed to do that.” Her whisper is another caress and I sink into her warm brown gaze. “I can’t believe I held out as long as I did.”
