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I crawl up the bed and hover over her until our eyes meet. Without breaking contact, I lower my head and seduce her mouth in an age-old dance. Blinking isn’t an option when I crave every reaction that flits across her face. I can’t miss anything.
With our eyes locked, I continue down her body until I reach her needy nipples. I swirl my tongue around the engorged bud, fill my mouth with her breast, paying equal attention to each.
Kenya grabs the back of my head and drags me up for another kiss where she nips at my lips. “How many times do I have to beg for it?”
I kiss her nose and her eyelids. “The ball is in your court, little lamb. Put me where you want me, as deep as you need me.”
She eagerly reaches for me and hooks her leg over my hip. Her wet heat bathes me as I stretch her opening. “Ooh, Cameron. You feel…”
“Tell me, Kenya. What do you feel?”
“Like you’re filling places inside me that I didn’t know were empty. I never knew I could need this much before and the more you give, the more I want.” She pumps her hips, driving me deeper inside her. Her muscles surround me, massage me, drive me closer and closer to an abyss where nothing else exists.
“Please move.” She shifts beneath me.
I grit my teeth to keep myself from losing all restraint and fucking her like tonight isn’t her first time. I’m holding up fairly well while enormous pressure builds inside me.
Then Kenya sucks my nipple and all my hard work disintegrates into dust. I pump into her, barely mindful that she can’t take all of me yet. What she can take is more than enough. She is more than enough.
With one hand at my nape and another at my back, Kenya holds me tight. Her mouth is everywhere just as mine is on her. Neither of us can get our fill, greedy to taste the sweat dotting our skin and to leave our bite marks on each other’s body. I will wear every scratch, bite, and hickie as a badge of honor, proud to be the man she chose.
Kenya begins to convulse beneath me. I’m close, but I refuse to come before her. She screams her release and I plunge into her depths until my body shakes and I spurt inside the condom. I withdraw and pull her into my arms. She wraps herself around me with a satisfied mewl.
Now that we’ve crossed the final border in our physical relationship, a new need arises inside me. I nuzzle her neck, breathing her deep into my lungs. I’ve never felt this urgency to be this close to someone, which is probably why the words I’ve held back for so many days rises unbidden.
“I love you.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Kenya
As soon as the committee meeting ends, I rush out to my car, leaving Cameron to drive himself home. I’m on my way to Felicidad to meet Jazzy. Ever since Saturday things have been awkward between Cameron and I. This trip will hopefully help me get my head straight while Jazzy and I analyze whatever all these emotiony things are that I have yet to voice.
I pull up to her house with the proverbial feline offering and sweets from Roxy’s. Jazzy takes Jackpot out of the traveling backpack and hugs the cat as if her life depended on the embrace. We haven’t spoken much since the storm, but from her reaction things between her and Greg must still be unresolved.
“Do you mind if we stay in tonight? I’m not really up for a night on the town,” she says.
“You read my mind. I’ll apologize in advance because I need to get a lot off my chest and right now you’re the only level-headed person I can trust to give me advice.” I follow her inside the house and stop at the sight of boxes piled in the corner. “Shut the front door, what did I miss?” I point to the signs that she is moving out. “Is Greg kicking you out? Because if he is, I will have a word with him and tell him all about his undeserving—”
“No, It’s not like that. I’ve decided I need to leave.”
At closer inspection, Jazzy’s eyes are puffy though she’s wearing concealer. “This calls for so much sugar. Thank Roxy for the win.” I grab the box of sweets and drop them off in the living room before heading toward Jazzy’s kitchen. “I went to her for the six-layer chocolate cake and left with key lime pie, peach cobbler, and a strawberry shortcake. Tonight we’re aiming for diabetic coma.”
Jazzy laughs while getting plates and silverware.
“Milk or alcohol?” I ask while looking at the glassware.
“Milk. I’m all alcoholed out right now.”
We gather everything and return to the living room where we pile all the cushions from the couch on the floor and plate the first course in our future sugary death. Jackpot squeezes between us, greedily soaking up the physical affection from her two favorite people.
I wait for Jazzy to take a couple bites of her peach cobbler before I delve in. “So how did Greg react when you said you were leaving?”
Jazzy drops her fork and covers her eyes. Her breath trembles.
I wait for her to compose herself, my heart breaking for the pain she is going through.
“He accused me of manipulating him into a proposal and that if all I want from him is his money, he’d cut his losses.”
