Leslie's Curl & Dye Page 19

  And I didn’t want to screw things up anymore— or again, so I used my thumb to turn up the volume on the satellite radio station that had been playing in the background.

  After a few minutes, she dropped a hand on top of mine, tucking her fingers under my palm. She said something I didn’t hear, so I turned the music back down.

  “What’s that?”

  “I said… I’m sorry I snapped at you. Dex was important to me, once upon a time. I’m not over here making jokes about Lauren.”

  The mention of Lauren Hastings made my gut twist into knots. She was a starfucker, a money-hungry fame whore that preyed on ballers of all kinds, the type of woman that considered a restraining order to be a suggestion and thought nothing of taking a baseball bat to property that wasn’t hers.

  To be honest, she scared the shit out of me. It wasn’t a good idea to make her angry. I tried very, very hard not to do that. I only got away from her by introducing her to a bigger, richer player on my team. I hated his ass anyway. Served him right. Crazy thing was, those two apparently deserved each other because they were still together.

  “Yeah, let’s definitely not bring her up. Let’s just talk about us tonight. Me and you. And every thing me is gonna do to you.”

  “Oh, Lord,” she muttered. But I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye.

  A few minutes later, the garage door was slowly rising, revealing the space I was obsessed about keeping neat. I hated a messy garage— it indicated a messy life, to me. If nothing else, my tools and toys were always put away.

  I pulled into my spot and pressed the overhead button for the door to close, then popped the locks on the truck. “Hold up a second,” I told her, before I got out.

  I stepped around to her side and opened the door, then offered her a hand climbing down from the cab. Once she stepped onto the running board, I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her up, then set her down.

  She’d laughed when I picked her up, but the chuckles died in her throat when I bent toward her to claim her lips. It had been nearly two hours since I kissed her in the hallway at the Kat, and my mouth missed hers.

  I felt the whimper and deep exhale that rose from her throat. I walked her backward, pressing her against the body of the Escalade. Considering she was wearing a white dress, I’m glad I’d had the foresight to run it through the carwash earlier. She didn’t seem to mind, though— she wrapped her arms around my neck and opened her mouth.

  We might have stood there all night, kissing and grinding our bodies together, had the overhead light not popped off. The sudden darkness reminded me that we were standing in the garage.

  “Guess we should go in,” I muttered, against her lips.

  “Yes, please,” she mumbled back. “These shoes got my dogs barkin’.”

  I laughed at that, then pulled away, running my palms down her silky soft arms until I was holding her hands in mine, then walked us to the door. I keyed in a code and the electronic locks and the alarm disengaged. As soon as we entered the kitchen, the alarm and locks re-engaged.

  “So, are you locking me in here?” She moved closer to the control panel built into the wall.

  “I’m not holding you hostage or anything. The alarm is on, so you have to press this...” I pressed a key on the touchscreen and the alarm indicator turned green. “Now it’s off and you can leave without alerting the police, the fire department and everyone within a six block radius.”

  She reached up and pressed the key to turn the alarm back on, making the icon glow red. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, turning to face me. “For a while.”

  “Happy to hear that. Come here.” I led her to the island counter, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off of her feet again. Now we were face to face, which made it easier to lean forward and resume the kiss that had been interrupted in the garage. She leaned in and slid her arms around me. I got as close as I could without climbing up there with her. When our lips parted, she snickered.

  “You like throwing me around, I’ve noticed.”

  “I do like that.” I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, indulging in the softness of her skin, from her waist to those hips I’d been thinking about, down her thighs to her shapely calves. I untied the strap of one shoe, and then the other, letting them fall off of her feet. “You’re easy to throw around.”

  She tossed her head back and laughed. “Oh, you do flatter me, Kade Cavanaugh.”

  “You told me a couple of weeks ago that flattery would get me everywhere. Remember what I asked you?”

  She rolled her eyes to the ceiling like she couldn’t remember me asking, but I knew she was faking. “Uhhh… you asked if I meant everywhere.”

  “Uh huh. And you said, except there. And I’m just wondering where there is right now, Les?”

  I ran my hands back up her calves, over her thighs, between her legs that were spread to accommodate my body between them. I slid my fingers beneath the hem of her dress and gripped her, my thumbs stroking her inner thighs and traveling higher. When my fingers reached thin wisps of lace, I made long, slow strokes that brought squirms and deep sighs. Her head tipped forward, about to land on my shoulder but I caught her with a kiss, swirling my tongue around hers, sucking and teasing, pulling back and going deep again.

  I found the magic button that made her scoot her body forward and wrap her legs around me. I pulled my lips from hers long enough to mumble, “Am I there yet, Leslie?”

  I got my answer in a whimper and the tightening of her limbs around me. I kept stroking, pressing, rubbing, teasing until I detected her hips matching my rhythm. She pulled back from the kiss and sucked in a loud, sharp breath, then leaned back on her hands and opened her legs wide.

  “Holy shit, don’t stop,” she moaned, her head tossed back.

  I didn’t stop. I tucked my fingers under the band of her panties so I could really feel her, skin to skin. I was rock hard, watching her chest heave and her hips roll against my thumb. When I slid one, then two fingers inside her, she let out a guttural grunt and her back arched. She rocked faster, drawing my fingers in deeper, soaking them.

  “Ooh shit, I’m com—”

  That was all she got out before she yelped and her body did an epic jerk-convulse-shake combo. I didn’t pull out until she stopped pulsing around my fingers, until her hips stopped pumping, until she was reduced to heavy breaths and whimpers. Her locs were starting to come out of the pins she’d used to hold them in place, so random strands of her hair were spread out around her head like rays of sun.

  She was beautiful, glowing and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, laid out on my kitchen island.

  “There… you made it there.”

  I bent over her to drop a kiss on her lips. I wanted to let her recover, but Leslie had plans. Moments ago, her limbs were limp but she found the strength to loop her arms around my neck and lock her thighs around my waist. She hunched her hips, grinding against rigid muscle.

  “I need you,” I heard in my ear. “Please KC, don’t tease me. I need—”

  I chuckled, capturing a bit of her skin in my teeth, just enough to tease her. “Babygirl, you’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you, so relax.”

  She writhed beneath me, sending up a sultry smile. “I’m trying, but I feel you.”

  “I feel you too, baby.” I dipped my head to kiss the rise of her breasts where they were popping out of the top of her dress. I felt Leslie move, then realized she was pulling the zipper that ran up the side of her dress.

  I helped, pushing the dress up over her waist. The sight of her barely there lace thong made me light headed. II hardly knew where to start, but I couldn’t resist tasting all the golden brown skin on display. I braced my hands on her hips and licked a long, slow strip from her belly to her soft mound.

  Leslie sighed what sounded like a pleasured breath. Her hands moved to my head and her legs spread wider so she could guide me where she wanted me to be. She was warm, her scent a sexual, se
nsual musk that drove me higher. I looped a finger under the band of her panties and pulled, sliding down them down her legs until they hung off of one foot, where they fell to the kitchen floor.

  “Guess we gotta find those later, huh?”

  She hummed in response, moving to prop herself up on an elbow. Her eyes were at half mast, her lips parted. She palmed the back of my head and gently pushed me toward her. “Please,” she whispered. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

  I was more than happy to oblige, nipping at her inner thighs for a few moments before capturing her clit in my mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue from the top to bottom, using my fingers again to tease her pussy lips before pushing into to her.

  “Oooohhh… fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” Leslie rolled her hips, falling into a rhythm between my tongue flicking and sucking her clit and a finger pumping in and out of her.

  I was ready for the next step but I had to stop what I was doing to reach back into my pocket for my wallet, which got me a disappointed, strangled moan. “Hang on a second, baby. I told you, you’re not going anywhere until I’m done.”

  I flipped open my wallet to pull a condom out of the slot where I’d slid it earlier in the day, then tossed the wallet onto the table behind me. Leslie sat up and reached for my waistband, unbuckling my belt and then undoing the button on my pants.

  “Fuck this relax shit,” she said, a sexy cackle coming from her throat. “Let’s go, Cavanaugh.” She ripped the zipper down with so much force that my pants sagged, falling down my thighs to my knees. I smiled when she gripped my length through the boxer briefs and gave an appreciative moan. Her hands climbed higher, unbuttoning my dress shirt and pulling it open, then smoothing her hands down my chest.

  “Your body is… umph. I thought you were hot in college, but damn, boy.” She shook her head, licking her lips. “The last fifteen years have been really… really good to you.”

  “Thank you, sexy. That and more back at you, with your thick snack self.”

  I ripped open the condom package and pulled out the latex ring. I was unceremonious about pulling down my boxer briefs so I could put it on. My dick bobbed, the head damp with evidence of just how much Leslie turned me on.

  Her hands were warm, thankfully, as she wrapped a hand around me. “I remember you,” she cooed, stroking.

  “You talking to my dick, babe?”

  “I am. Is he gonna talk back?”

  “Yeah.” I rolled the condom on and waived her hand away, then hooked my hands around her thighs to scoot her to the edge of the island. “He’s got a couple of things he wants to say to you.”

  I heard her squeal, then toss her head back and groan when the tip pressed against her opening. She rolled her hips and I planted my feet, thrusting in short strokes, working my way inside her.

  “Shit shit shit shit,” she was chanting, getting louder the deeper I sank into her. After a few moments I lengthened my strokes, withdrawing until I had almost pulled out, then sliding back in. I loved feeling her, every inch of her, tight and wet around me, clenching and then releasing.

  “Mmmmph, girl. Whatever it is you’re doing, keep doing it.”

  “Does he like that? Are we talking, now?”

  “Yeah, we’re talking. Had some things to say.”

  “Like?”

  “Like…” I grabbed her hips and pushed deep into her, so deep the sweat of our bodies intermingled. “Like I missed you. Like I thought about you all the time. Like I hated hearing about you moving away, being happy with some other guy. I wanted that guy to be me, Leslie.”

  “I—”

  “No… just….let me finish. I’m sorry for what I did wrong, the things I didn’t say, what I didn’t share with you. For pushing you away. Seeing you again and you being willing to help me with this election showed me what I gave up and I regret that. But right now we’re two grown ass people that like each other and I want us to be together.”

  “Me too, KC. Me too.”

  “That’s good, baby. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

  I bent to kiss her, stroking again. I moved a hand between us and my thumb found her clit, engorged and slick with her juices. Her hips jerked and she whimpered in my mouth before she pulled away to tip her head back and hurl a grunt into the air. My mouth dropped to her neck and shoulder, where I ran my tongue across the spot I’d been thinking about since that day at her shop.

  “You close, Leslie? I don’t want to come before you.”

  “Yes,” she panted, laying back on the counter and locking her thighs around me again, pulling me close to her. “Fuck me. Make me come.”

  I kept my thumb on her clit, applying gentle pressure to her while I worked my hips against her body. I moved faster, harder, egged on by her moans. Her pussy clenched tight around me in quick pulses, milking me. I rolled my head to find her lips and clamped my mouth onto hers. I kept moving, pumping into her, feeling her entire body crash into orgasm.

  I wasn’t far behind her, spilling my load into the condom, giving everything I had to give. Eventually, there was only the sounds heavy breaths in the air, the two of us trying t come back to Earth.

  “That was amazing… you were amazing… I feel amazing…” I laughed quietly, knowing Leslie could feel me. “Don’t laugh at me. I’m feel… I feel high, kinda.”

  “Do you even know what being high feels like, Les?”

  “I do now,” she said, sighing dreamily. “You good?”

  “I’m real good, baby. Real good.” I kissed her, then pushed myself up and pulled out, holding the condom so it didn’t slip off. “Let me take care of this real quick. And then I have a surprise for you.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Leslie

  * * *

  I really did feel high. A little drunk and kind of sleepy. At the same time, I felt vibrantly awake and alive, as if every nerve ending in my body was standing straight upright. I loved the feeling, this mix of awareness and bliss, and wasn’t in a hurry for it to go away.

  KC disappeared into a powder room. I heard the toilet flush and then he came back down the hall, shedding clothes as he approached me. I liked that idea, so I pulled my dress off.

  “Damn. You look sexy sitting in my kitchen butt ass naked.”

  “I have a feeling you think I’d look sexy sitting anywhere but ass naked.”

  “I have a feeling you’d be right about that.” He stepped between my legs, which brought him close enough to reach for his dick bobbing between us. “Did you enjoy your conversation with him?”

  “Mmm…I did. We had a good, good talk.”

  “That’s nice. I enjoyed my talk too. You ready for your surprise?”

  He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off of the counter to my feet. I almost slumped to the floor, but KC caught me, scooping me up against him and walking me toward the stairs.

  “You think you can make it up there by yourself? I have a couple of things I need grab from down here.” I bobbed my head, still feeling a little drunk and light on my feet. “Hang a left at the top of the stairs. you’ll walk right into the bedroom.”

  The high pile carpet was soft under my feet as I climbed the stairs. I followed his directions and walked into a spacious, airy room that was more like a room and a half. Enormous king sized bed, oversized furniture, huge windows and a set of french doors that led out to a patio overlooking the backyard and a pool.

  A couple of doors, which I assumed were the closet and bathroom were closed. A gas fireplace and large flat screen TV hung directly across from the bed, which must have been raised a half foot off of the ground. I stood next to it, trying to figure out how to climb up into it.

  KC came up behind me and set a tray with two glasses on the nightstand. “Want me to throw you up there, or something? I like throwing you around.”

  “How… how do girls get into this bed? Or do you not have girls up here, just on the kitchen counters?”

  “Why are you hinting about other women? No girls h
ave been here, Les. Just you. Seriously, do you need a hand?”

  “I can do it,” I insisted, hiking a leg up and pulling myself up onto the bed. I crawled to the middle and sat. “See?”

  “I see you, sexy. Here.” He tossed two thin DVD cases at me. I picked them up and flipped them over. Then laughed. “Hitch and Man on Fire! Wow, I haven’t seen either of these in forever.”

  “Me either. And…” He opened a drawer in the nightstand and started pulling out packages and tossing them to me. I squealed as soon as I saw Mike & Ikes, Jujubees and Red Vines land in my lap.

  “You went all out. Is this a nod to the first night we hung out?”

  “Sort of.” He closed the drawer, then picked up one of the glasses of bright red juice and handed it to me.

  “You made Kool-Aid?” And then it hit me. The scent. “Kade Cavanaugh. You did not.”

  He grinned and dropped onto the bed next to me. “I did. Good old Trashcan Punch. Bring back some memories?”

  “I don’t know if memories is the right word. I definitely remember some feelings. Like, heaving stomach and raging headache.”

  “So, you know what this is, right? Our first date—” He paused, pointing to the DVD cases. “And our last date.”

  “But … those weren’t dates, KC.”

  “Sure they were. We were both too chickenshit to call them dates, but—”

  “Nah, what you had with that sorority girl were dates. I had to watch you go around campus with that airhead—”

  “She wasn’t an airhead, Leslie. You just didn’t like her.”

  “Whatever. I had to watch her hang off of your arm when I wanted to be there.”

  “She’s a chemist for Dow, now. I ran into her at a game a few years ago.”

  My eyes rolled as I brought the glass to my lips for a tentative sip. It actually tasted good, more fruit juice than alcoholic kick, but I remembered that it tasted good to me back then, too. And then the alcohol punched me in the face and before I knew it, I was offering to have KC’s babies. And hurling into a trashcan.