Kayas king, p.11
Kaya’s King, page 11
“Babe, it’s all good. We’ve got a huge-ass commercial grade laundry room with enough washer and dryer sets that each of us has our own. I’ll get them going and switch them out in the morning, but will grab a few towels from my suite so we have them for tomorrow, okay?”
She smiles while nodding. “Sounds good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll be back shortly, babe.”
Grabbing all the wet towels, as well as Noah’s swimsuit, I head to the laundry room, making a mental note to show Kaya where it’s at so she’s able to wash clothes whenever she needs to do so. I’m sure Noah goes through plenty of clothes, although he might not right now because he’s not able to run around and soil his clothes with dirt like most kids his age. Once the washers have been loaded and are going, I head to my suite, take a quick shower to wash off the chlorine, then change into lounging pants and a clean T-shirt before I pack my other essentials into a duffel bag. Looking around, I mentally calculate what I need to transfer over to their suite of rooms then decide it can wait for a few days. We’re in no hurry and it’s easy to get to something of mine if I need it after all.
Right now, I want to be with them, my new little family. After I return, I lock up for the night, although no one would dare breach the door without knocking and getting permission to enter first, then set my hygiene kit up in the bathroom before brushing my teeth and combing my hair. With my duffel bag in hand, I open the door to my new resting place, finding Kaya in exactly the same spot where she was when I left her. “That didn’t take too long,” she says as she greets me. I watch her put her e-reader down on the nightstand, double-check her alarm is set on her phone, then turn her bedside lamp off. Thankfully, she had already turned the other one on since I’m unfamiliar with the layout and have no desire to crash into any furniture or hell, even the fucking wall.
“Learned a long time ago to do things as expeditiously as possible,” I reply, sliding in between the crisp, clean sheets. I turn the light on my nightstand off, plunging the room into pitch darkness since she has the blinds and curtains drawn closed. Turning on my side, I reach my hand out toward where she was, coming into contact with her shoulder.
Lifting my hand until it’s cupping her jaw, I quietly say, “Hey, babe.”
Her small hand grips my wrist, and I can feel her pulse accelerate as she moves closer to me. “Hi, Specks,” she whispers.
“You good with me kissing you good night?”
“I was hoping you’d want to,” she admits as my lips find hers.
I lose all sense of time as we kiss, too focused on branding her taste and touch into my memory banks to care whether or not I’m able to breathe. I don’t pull away until my lungs are screaming for life-giving oxygen, which I suck in the air at a rapid rate, glad to hear she’s just as affected as I am and is doing the same. As hard as my cock is right now, I know I could pound nails, but I promised her we’d go at her pace, so I will it to go down. Sadly, he’s not cooperating, but I suspect he’s always going to be hard as steel whenever she’s near me. I can feel her pebbled nipples pressed against my chest, and she’s unconsciously moving against my hard length.
“I’m always gonna want to kiss you, Kaya,” I tell her, my voice husky and raspy with need. At her small mewl, I lightly nip her jaw then with a smirk she can’t see, continue. “All over.”
“Oh my,” she breathes out, her tune all but purring. “I’m not sure what to say right now because well, I mean...”
Her stammers are cute as fuck and I chuckle, understanding almost instinctively that she’s feeling submerged into a foggy swamp of emotions right now.
“It’s okay, babe. Not trying to overwhelm you.” Ah, but I am, at least a little bit. I think Kaya, despite being married before and having a child, is relatively close to being an innocent when all’s said and done. At least, her reactions to me indicate that fact. “Let’s get some rest. Noah’s got a big day ahead of him tomorrow, and so do you since you’re going back to work after a hectic few days away.”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “Good night, Specks.”
“Good night, Kaya.”
As she falls asleep in my arms, I start making provisional plans for our future.
CHAPTER NINE
Kaya
“I swear the man’s trying to drive me crazy,” I grumble under my breath, not expecting anyone to hear me. It’s been over two weeks since Specks declared me as his old lady, yet aside from some very steamy make out sessions which I can’t get enough of, he hasn’t attempted to go any further. I’m not sure what he’s waiting for, either! I mean, I can tell he’s aroused, especially when I’m plastered against him, but he always repositions us, so I’m cuddled into his arms then goes to sleep. I’ve given him the signs that I’m ready for us to go further, at least I think I have. I’m waiting on him to initiate things, I don’t know how to make things any clearer.
“Who’s trying to drive you crazy?” CeeCee asks, scaring the absolute shit out of me.
Without thinking, I spit out, “Specks!” I’m out in the garden picking some fresh vegetables that Granny wanted to add for lunch and was positive I was out here by myself. “I thought I was alone out here,” I confess, my heart still racing, “so you scared the crap out of me!”
She laughs and replies, “Your granny sent me out because she said it was taking you a long time to gather her what she asked for. Are you okay, Kaya? You seem a bit, I don’t know, discombobulated or something.”
Turning to face her, the basket of veggies now forgotten at my feet where I dropped them, I admit, “I’m not really sure, CeeCee. I mean, I don’t know what to say right now except Specks hasn’t made a move on me at all. Is there something wrong with me?”
She takes my hand in hers as she lowers herself to the ground. “Tell me more so I can understand what you mean, Kaya.”
Blowing out a breath, I start speaking. “Okay, so he claimed me in front of everyone a few weeks ago, right?” At her nod, I keep going. “Well, that night, he started staying in my room, sleeping in my bed which I was expecting. Anyhow, outside of kissing me, and some steamy make out sessions there’s been nothing else.”
“Have you talked to him?” she gently probes.
“About this?” I manage to squeak out. “No. I mean, he said he would take things at my pace, but dang it all, CeeCee, I’m lost here. I’ve all but jumped him. With my body I’ve shown him I’m ready. I move closer to him when we’re kissing. I’ve touched him and told him with my eyes that I want more. Foster was the only man in my life and well, this may sound terrible, but that part of our lives wasn’t a big deal.” At her shocked look, I try to defend him, us. “Neither of us had a clue what we were doing when we became a couple. I ended up figuring out he was very happy when I acted like I was enjoying myself.”
“So, you’ve never… orgasmed?” she asks.
“CeeCee, I used to apply lube before I went to bed just in case he was in the mood because I never really got turned on. What if I’m broken? What if it wasn’t him but was me and I can’t get off? Specks is going to be stuck with me because he said once a biker claims an old lady, it’s for life. See what I mean?”
Her face pinkens as she leans toward me, looking around to make sure no one else has snuck up on us. “Okay, so, just being blunt here, I’m going to ask you, when you and Specks are making out, do you feel as though you’re um, wet?”
I stop and think about what she’s asking me, my own face flushing in response. “Yeah,” I slowly murmur, thinking of the ache that builds up in my core whenever we’re kissing. I can feel my underwear getting damp even though his hands never stray from my face or waist, and there’s a constant, insistent throb between my legs that drives me absolutely insane.
“Honey, I know I don’t know much about your previous life with your husband, and he sounds like he was a stand-up guy, but he apparently didn’t turn you on sexually. What you’re saying is you get soaked when you and Specks are, you know, kissing? Your body is telling you it wants more, it wants him. Didn’t you talk to your girlfriends about this kind of thing?”
I can’t help the bitter laugh that erupts from my lips at her words. “Yeah, no. I didn’t have any girlfriends growing up, I had Foster. And I wasn’t about to ask Granny, you know? I just thought all the books I’ve read over the years were blowing smoke because I’d never felt like that when Foster and I were having sex.”
She grins while patting my arm. “I think Noah needs to spend the night with his great-granny so you can get your groove on with your man, Kaya.”
Now I know I’m blood red because I can feel the heat emanating from my face. “CeeCee!”
Laughing, she states, “Nothing like a biker’s loving, girlie. Now, help this prego whale off the ground so you can take the stuff into your granny. She’s kind of scarily impatient, isn’t she?”
Snickering, I nod. “It’s not what she says, either, it’s the look she gives. Like, you can hear the disappointment as it pierces you. But I wouldn’t know what to do without her. She took us in after my dad died, then worked her fingers to the bone to take care of my mom and me while I was growing up.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love her to pieces, but I never thought I’d meet someone like Momma M who could convey with just a glance how they felt.”
“It’s the mom look and trust me, you’ll develop one once your little one arrives and is old enough to warrant it,” I tell her, helping her up once I’ve managed to stand. “So, you think it’ll be okay between Specks and me?” I ask after picking up the basket.
She loops her arm through mine as we walk toward the back of the clubhouse, where Granny is now standing in the opened kitchen door, her hand on her hip. “You’re gonna be just fine,” she whispers. “As long as you survive your granny, that is.”
After lunch, Specks pulls me aside and asks, “You’ve been distracted, babe. Is everything okay?”
I glance up at him, unsure how to proceed without sounding whiny. During the past two weeks, we’ve spent a lot of time after Noah’s gone to bed talking, sharing stories, and really getting to know one another. With the exception of the day he claimed me when I expressed my concern over whether or not we’d be compatible, we haven’t talked about sex or any kind of expectations at all. I know which of three houses he’d prefer that dot the club’s property for us to settle down in, he’s coming to terms with the one I like, he understands I want several pets, we both agree that once Noah’s able to do so, we’re getting him involved in sports of some sort.
But the elephant in the room, the same one who rears its massive trunk every time we kiss? We haven’t broached that topic even once and with every day that passes, I feel myself reverting to the totally insecure woman I once was a long time ago. Frustration wells inside me because that’s not who I am any longer. I’ve fought those demons and came out the victor, I refuse to let those skeletons back inside of my closet. Deciding to take the bull by the horns, I reply, “Can we take a walk and talk?”
Chelsea must overhear us because she loudly says, “Noah and I are going to get ready for our afternoon lessons. Y’all go ahead and go.”
Reaching out, he takes me by the hand, we walk outside to a pathway that eventually leads to each house on the property owned by the club. There’s a main driveway, of course, but the walking paths meander through various gardens where there are sitting benches. I can easily picture students who used to live here hiding away to study or even get lost in a good book. He pulls me toward a gorgeous gazebo that the prospects have repaired, and we sit the way we’ve grown accustomed to, with me cuddled in his arms.
I can feel him watching me as I try to figure out where I want to start, then I opt to just rip the proverbial bandage off and blab out, “Why haven’t we had sex yet? Do you not want to be with me in that way?”
The shocked expression on his face is almost comical, except for me, in my present state of mind, I can’t find it in me to so much as release a giggle. “Honestly? I was waiting on you, Kaya. Remember, I told you we’d do things at your pace. I know you’ve felt how hard I am against you at night, I’m solid as a fucking rock. What would make you think I don’t want to? Tell me what’s going on in your head, babe, so I can try to understand, okay?”
“This is all on me, Specks,” I quietly admit. “I know we’ve talked about mine and Foster’s relationship quite a bit, except for that part. You have to understand, though, even if I thought I was broken, I was committed to him, to us. If he hadn’t died, I would’ve stayed faithful, even though that part of our life wasn’t all that good.”
A look of dawning understanding crosses his face before he states, “You were each other’s firsts, right?” At my nod, he continues, “So, you never experimented before that?”
That time a giggle does erupt as I think about the fumbling mass of limbs from the two of us as we attempted to map out how sex would be between us. We only jumped into the fray because we were feeling peer pressured by the fact so many of his friends were ‘doing it’ at the time. “We tried, but even though I loved him, looking back, I can see it was as a friend. My best friend, but still, I never had those fluttery sensations when we’d kiss or touch. Not like I have with you, handsome.” Taking a deep breath, I give him my most embarrassing secret of all. “Specks, I had to use lube whenever I thought Foster would want to have sex,” I whisper-yell, my face beet red as guilt rushes through me. I know there are women who have to use it because their bodies don’t produce estrogen anymore, but I was young and everything worked, so for me, I thought something was physically wrong with me.
Gentle fingers tilt my chin upward so I’m looking directly at him. “Sweetheart, one of the reasons I told you we’d go at your pace was I suspected you had a limited amount of experience.” When I go to say something in rebuttal, his thumb lightly covers my lips, silencing me, while he shakes his head in the negative. “Any time you’ve talked about Foster, I got the sense he might have been your husband, and a dear friend, the trust between partners was there but you were more like friends with benefits than actual lovers. I’ve been giving you the time to see that the two of us are more than that, babe. I can tell from the way you respond to me when we’re kissing, we’re not going to have any problems igniting the flame between us whatsoever. You’re not going to need to use lube because I can feel how wet you are when you’re grinding against me, your pajama bottoms are generally soaked. If you’re telling me you’re ready for us to go further, trust me, I’m totally onboard but don’t make that decision because you’re worried about me, understand? Because I’ll wait as long as we have to until you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
By now, tears are slowly leaking out of my eyes as I absorb what he’s declared to me. “But I want to, Specks,” I finally whisper. “I want to be yours in every way possible.”
Instead of answering, he cups my face in his hand and kisses me. Passion flares between us and I can feel my nipples pebbling as the fluttering in my stomach increases. Goosebumps rise and pebble on my arms as I can feel myself getting wet. “Specks,” I moan out his name. This sensation is something I’ve only ever read about, and it feels like I’m on the precipice of something huge, monumental even.
“Since Noah’s busy with school right now and I’m all caught up for the time being, think we need to take this inside, sweetheart,” he tells me. “Because even though we’re isolated, there’s no fucking way I’m taking a chance of anyone but me seeing your delectable naked body, or hear your screams and right now, I can’t remember where all the fucking security cameras are at.”
I can’t help myself; I giggle because he sounded almost growly. His grin is wicked as he runs his eyes up and down my body with a salacious gleam. “Then let’s blow this popsicle stand,” I hum, saying what my boy states every time we go somewhere.
He helps me up and if we hustle a bit faster going back to the clubhouse than we did when we started out, who’s gonna know?
Specks
We bypass the kitchen where everyone who’s not at work or out seems to be congregating, and head to our suite like our heels are on fire. I chuckle when I see the note her granny left on the door which states Noah will be spending the night in her room and she’s left dinner in the refrigerator for us to heat up later. Works for me since I have no intention of letting her out of my sight for very long.
Once we’re behind closed doors, I scoop her up and carry her bridal style into our bedroom. I’ve just about got everything moved in from my suite finally, and while I know we’re here temporarily until Noah’s able to move around again, it feels like home.
Something I haven’t had in a very long time, even though I’m part of a family who I know will always have my back. Setting her on her feet at the end of the bed, I can see a faint blush covering her cheeks. Whether it’s from anticipation or fear, my ultimate goal is to see it deepen when she’s in the throes of ecstasy. “You good?” I ask watching her kick off her flip-flops. It might be later in the year, but for the most part, we’re able to wear shorts and shit until late winter.
She nods before reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt. Shaking my head to stop her, wanting to uncover what she’s been hiding myself, I reach out and slowly, ever so slowly, pull it over her head, leaving her in shorts and the laciest fucking bra I’ve ever seen in my life. Her flush deepens as my gaze washes over her physique before I reach out and run the tip of my index finger across the soft globes of her breasts. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, sliding the straps down her arms before reaching behind her to undo the clasp. I can’t help the moan that slips out seeing her dusky pink nipples erect and decide I need a taste of her skin’s flavor on my tongue. Lowering my head, I encase one nipple in my mouth then proceed to lick, suck, and caress it before switching to the other side and giving it the same attention, her soft mewling cries of pleasure spurring me on.
