Kayne moaned before returning his mouth to my clit, intensifying my release. I climbed up the bed trying to get away, but he wrapped his arm around my waist and kept me in place, making me cum a third time before he finally made his way up from between my legs.
As I wiped my wetness from his face, he slowly entered me and stretched my walls to fit him and him only.
“Hi,” he said against my lips before kissing them. “I missed you, pooh.”
“I—ah . . .” I had difficulty returning the sentiment when his hard, deep, slow strokes shook my entire frame. “I m-missed you too.”
That Weekend
I was having more fun with a group than I’d had in a while. I had my girls and Kayne had his guys. We’d gone to my favorite lounge for food, drinks, and line dancing. Hours had passed, I was good and tipsy, and having the time of my life. I loved that even when Kayne wanted to chill, he made sure I was good before letting me do my thing. Quite a few times, several men tried to approach me, but when I pointed toward Kayne and they realized his eyes were already on us, they respectfully bowed out.
“I’m just glad y’all finally stopped playing like y’all were just friends,” Tamera said after Kayne had another round of shots delivered to us.
“Well to my credit, that’s really all it was,” I replied. “We both wanted more, but I didn’t think either of us would actually do something about it.”
“But now that you have . . .” Brooke urged.
“I’m really, really happy we did,” I confessed, barely able to contain my smile.
As they looked on in awe and cooed, I blushed before giggling. We knocked back our shots before going back to the dancefloor. While we danced to “Country Girl” some randomguy made his way behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. As he ground against me, I turned to push him away.
“Yo, what is your problem?” Brooke asked before I could even address him.
“I’m just trying to dance,” he slurred, hands lifted in submission.
“I don’t even know you,” I said. “Don’t touch me like that.”
“Then how can I touch you?” His arm wrapped around me again as he gave me a cocky grin.
“Nigga, you can’t?—”
One second, Kayne’s arm was reaching across my face, his fist connecting with the man’s jaw. The next, Kenya was pulling me back while Kayne stomped the man out. Brodie was unsuccessfully trying to pull Kayne back, and Ethan and Westin were surrounding them and keeping security from touching my man.
“Kayne!” I called, seemingly snapping him out of his trance.
He looked from the man to me with a scowl. I slipped between Ethan and Westin, and Kenya released the hold he had on my arm. “We need to go, baby. Now.”
“I’ll handle the tab,” Kenya offered, and Brodie went with him.
Both men fished bills from their pockets as I ran my hands down Kayne’s chest to try and calm him down. Security was yelling for us to leave before they called the police, but I didn’t care about that. I needed Kayne calm. He was sweet, kind, and loving but fiercely protective. When anyone he cared about was in need, Kayneneverhesitated to help. The only time I ever saw a violent side of him was when someone he loved was being violated.
The longer he stared down at me, the more his body and expression relaxed. I massaged the space between his eyebrows, and when his eyes softened, I spoke again.
“We need to go,” I told him quietly.
“Y-yeah, aight.”
Grabbing my hand, he looked down at the man before leading me out of the lounge. We all went to our cars, and Kayne’s Challenger was silent as he swerved out of the parking lot. His jaw was clenched, and his knuckles tightly gripped the steering wheel as he stared straight ahead.
“Hey,” I called softly, resting my hand on the side of his neck.
“Hmm?” he uttered, not even bothering to look over at me.
“It’s okay.”
His head shook. “I hate having to come out of character like that, especially in front of you.”
“It’s okay,” I repeated, firmer that time. “You were defending my honor and my body.”
