Nova
Tucked away in Don’s bed, my mind raced as he showered in the bathroom just a few feet away from me. I had so many thoughts about the things he’d told me. The idea of him out there struggling on his own as a single father made me uneasy. I didn’t doubt that he could do what needed to be done to take care of Dakota, but I didn’t want him to feel alone. Not when he had so many people that loved him.
As far as Kierra, I didn’t even know where to start with that. Although the choices she made were horrible, I could see where her anger stem from. When she realized the truth, she tried to walk away, and instead of that man letting her go, he pulled her back in. He fed her ridiculous promises and played on her love for him. That’s the kind of shit that makes you want to kill somebody and think about the consequences later. But as hard as it is, we always have to be stronger than our emotions. Sadly, she couldn’t do that, and now she had to pay the price for it.
Feeling a little warm, I hopped out of bed and pulled off the basketball shorts that I’d snatched from Don’s drawer. I was already wearing one of his t-shirts, so there was no use for the shorts in the first place. I mean…Icoulduse them to protect the exposure of my ass cheeks, but he’d somewhat seen them a few times already. Besides, it wasn’t like he would ever touch me like that anyway.
I paused for a moment, allowing myself to ponder over the idea of him putting his hands in places that he never had before. I felt a tingle between my thighs, and my eyes slowly started to close.
“What are you thinking about?” Don whispered in my ear from behind.
I pressed my hand over my chest. “Oh my God, you scared the shit out of me.”
“I bet. You were standing here like you were in deep thought.”
Oh, I was.
Shaking my head, I said, “I was just thinking about the things you told me earlier. It was a lot.”
“Yeah, I know. But honestly, I don’t want to think about any of that right now. It’s my last day here and chilling with you is always my favorite thing. So, are we napping or watching a movie?” he questioned before nestling his face into my neck.
My words froze in my throat as his scent traveled through my nostrils, reminding me that he’d just been lathered in soap.
Damn, he smells good.
My eyes closed and suddenly I could feel myself ease back a little, desperate to feel his bare chest against my skin. He didn’t make any effort to stop me. Instead, he allowed his lips to take further action against different parts of my neck. Moans eased from my mouth and suddenly I wanted to feel more of him all over me.
I couldn’t fully explain why these feelings had flooded to the surface. Maybe it was knowing what he was going through. Or maybe it was the possibility of knowing that he might be returning. But whatever it was, I couldn’t seem to escape it, and I didn’t want to.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around, forcing our eyes to meet. For a moment, I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him.
Lifting my chin, he said, “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”
But that was the thing, I couldn’t say what was on my mind. I had way too many emotions, and given the position I was in, I wasn’t sure if I could even trust what I was feeling.
Rather than say anything, I pressed my hands against his face and forced his lips onto mine. Before I knew it, our tongues were intertwined, and his hands were easing under my shirt in search of my breasts. I granted him easy access by breaking away long enough to pull my shirt over my head.
“Damn,” he whispered while tucking in his bottom lip. “You know you’re fine as hell, right?”
I giggled while gracefully taking in his compliment. “You think so?”
“I know so.” Still smiling, he grabbed one of my breasts and lowered his head to shove as much as he could into his mouth. His roughness startled me for a second, but the feeling of his tongue tickling my nipple made all of that go away. I didn’t know what it felt like for a man to be aggressive with me when it came to sex. With Jayson, I was always the aggressor, and even though I didn’t mind, it was nice to see what it felt like for a man to take charge.
“Get on the bed,” Don demanded.
Without giving it a second thought, I did as he asked.
“Open your legs.”
Once again, I followed his instructions while attempting to take off my panties. But before I could get a good grip, he eased my hand away.
Shaking his head, he whispered, “When I want you to do something, I’ll tell you.”
I took a deep breath and nodded in understanding.
His request was noted, and he certainly wouldn’t have to tell me the same thing twice.
I could feel my body quiver as the anticipation of what he was about to do danced around in my mind. He scooted me further to the edge of the bed and positioned my legs on his shoulders. Every second felt like minutes, and I could tell that he knew I was desperate to feel whatever he had waiting on me.
