by C C Monroe
“You’ll see.” Pulling her hand from my chest, I wrap it in mine and guide her off the bed. Moving around to the front of the canopy style bed, I sink down onto her wispy grey rug, my knees holding me up. I kiss her belly one time, then move her down so she’s mirroring me on her knees.
“Kiss me, Kingston.” I don’t hesitate. Locking in a heated kiss, I lick my tongue into her sweet mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans then pushes me with her palm flat on my chest, I sit on my ass and stretch my legs out. Placing her hands on my cheeks she kisses my forehead. “I told you I loved you.”
“Then make love to me, my Queen.”
“Yes, your majesty,” she teases me with a wink.
“Come here!” I laugh pulling her to me, her cute laugh stopping when I situate her right over my hard cock. “Checkmate. Please me, take your pleasure and show me how bad you want me.” I move my hands up the curve of her spine, the peaks of her shoulder blades and up the column of her neck, embedding my hands in her hair. Giving her complete control over us, I watch her willingly lower onto my waiting dick.
I swear I see fucking stars when my eyes roll to the back of my head. Taking a deep breath, I mentally prep myself to not fucking come right away. I open my eyes to see Lana’s exposed neck waiting for me to kiss it, while she lets her ecstasy consume her.
Licking up her throat, sucking at the dips and valleys I leave a mark, my love mark, on her creamy skin. I give her time to adjust to my size like I do every time we have sex. When she’s ready, she thrusts her hips forward telling me she wants me to control her, be the lead during this dance.
“You want me to lift you, beautiful? You want your man’s help?” Nodding she drops her face into my neck.
“Yes. I want you.” I lean back enough so my back is against the bench she has in front of her bed. I situate myself so I will be anchored enough to take the lead.
I feel a pinching sensation where she’s sucking, holy shit she’s leaving a mark on my skin. Making love with Lana James is like mating. It’s completely uninhibited, animalistic, and territorial, two souls becoming one.
“Let me watch you while I make love to you.” Tilting back I watch the silhouette of her petite but curvy frame—the perfect visual. I lift her with gentle ease, then glide her back down. Every time she’s fully seated she circles her hips driving me wild. The room is silent with only the sound of our moans and the distinct noise of our combined arousal, her ass slapping against my thighs when I pick up the pace, just to slow her down again.
“Kingston, yes!”
“Take over, baby.” I remove my hands with a thick swallow, my mouth forming an ‘O’ while she rides me at a relentless pace. My large arms stretch out beside me gripping the edge of the bench, while Lana’s hands grip on my biceps to use them as her anchor to push herself up and down my angry cock.
“L, fuck if you don’t slow down I’m gonna lose it,” I warn, my hand locking steel tight on the bench, I’m enjoying the show. Licking her now dry, slightly parted lips she smirks watching me, her eyes never leaving my face. Lana loves being the temptress, she takes great fucking pleasure in causing me this much euphoria.
“I love you Kingston Donovan, don’t ever doubt that. Now make me come,” she demands and I oblige like a good fucking man. Reaching down, I pinch her clit and then take back over, grabbing her hips and pounding up into her every downward thrust.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. Look at me,” I snap, her eyes lock on mine again while we come together, floating into paradise together never losing our connection, physically or emotionally. Emptying my seed into her I forget all my insecurities. My Queen fucking owns me.
Checkmate.
I am eight months today and I feel like a cow. Princeton is growing like a mother trucker and he has no plans of slowing down. Dr. Barrett said that he may come early if he keeps growing at this rate. I blame my huge caveman, it’s his genes that made our baby boy The Incredible Hulk.
“Come on, mama, if I’m nine months with twins and still able to walk faster than you, then I’m calling you a weakling,” Shayla says holding the door open to the spa. Kingston and Trey surprised Shayla and me with a spa day so we could relax and boy, do I need it.
“Have you seen your brother? Fucking huge loaf knocked me up with mini King Kong. Prince is heavy, okay? So call me a pussy, I’ll take it.” She chuckles when I finally catch up and walk through the open door.
“I didn’t call you a p-u-s-s-y. I called you a weakling.” I look over to her, did she just spell out pussy?
“You can say pussy, it won’t hurt you Mother Mary.” Pushing my shoulder lightly, I remove my purse and place it on the chair in the waiting room taking a seat.
“Shut up. I have class,” she teases.
“Sure you do, ‘Miss Knocked Up With Twins Before Marriage.’”
“At least I’m married now, you slore. Doesn’t count.”
“Touche.”
“I’m just teasing.”
“I know.” Leaving it at that, I don’t take any offense.
We check in, well Shayla does, I sit back and run my hand over my belly. We don’t say much in the waiting room, more silent than anything. I needed this terribly, I have swollen ankles, my back is killing me, my breasts feel like heavy bags of sand and my belly is getting bigger by the day.
I also need a hot second away from all the house hunting, it has me stressed beyond my limits. I can’t help but feel like I’ve been getting more anxiety lately, a touch of depression at times. I constantly have this looming feeling that I’m losing something or something bad is going to happen.
Partly with Joel getting ready to be released in a few short months, maybe that’s it. He didn’t contact me after that night with Kingston. No more letters, no more anything. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, which further piles on my anxiety.
“Shayla, Lana, are you girls ready?” the masseuse calls to us and we both nod, grabbing our bags and following her back. Getting into our robes, we head out of the changing room to get our manis and pedis first.
“How’s house hunting?” Shayla asks the question of the century.
“Not good. I found one house I really wanted, it was perfect. Just a block over from your place, but we didn’t put an offer in on time. Someone beat us to it.”
“Oh, that sucks, L. I’m sorry. I know how stressful that can be. How about everything else?” she questions, I know she’s wanting to ask about Joel.
“Fine. I guess. It’s just weird.”
“What’s weird?”
“He hasn’t said a word. Kingston said the detective spoke to Joel and his attorney, he denied everything of course, then I filled out a report about the things being sent to me and nothing came of that. So, it all seems too fishy to me. How can he just stop after one conversation from the detective? Joel’s...dangerous. He fears nothing,” I say this with a chill bleeding down my spine. “He’s the worst kind of monster, he has no fear, he lives for the high, the danger, the pain. Joel’s the devil in sheep skin.”
“I don’t disagree. I understand your reservations. Have you talked to Kingston about it?”
“No,” I say bluntly.
“Why not?”
“Shayla, that affected him more than I think anyone knew. The night I told him about the things Joel sent me, I found him in the shower...crying.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, he started saying that he needed me to show him that I loved him on my own free will. He actually thought that I fell in love with him because he forced me.” I take a deep breath, looking at anything but Shayla.
“I will suffer just to know that my best friend is okay,” I admit, finally looking over.
“You’re forgetting something, Lana.”
“What’s that?”
“Kingston would do the same for you.” The truest of words.
“I know, that’s why I need to just ignore it. Joel is out of the picture. Me second-g
uessing everything is just one of my many flaws.” I rub my belly, I just want to enjoy today with my best friend.
“Have you picked names?” I go for a subject change.
“Yes, we finally agreed on some!” She laughs, accepting my question and moving on and for that I’m thankful.
“Well?”
“We’re thinking Mason Troy and Charlotte Lynn.” Those two middle names are mine and Kingston’s. My heart feels tight in my chest, like it may burst.
“Shay,” I whisper, the hormonal induced tears finding their sneaky way out of my eyes. I wipe them away quickly.
“I love you, Lana. I wanted Charlotte to have your middle name because you are strong, beautiful, independent, a survivor, you know, all things I hope Charlotte will be.”
“You were a big part of me being a survivor.”
“No, I was just there to help you realize it, baby. Through every...”
“Ultimate fall,” we finish in unison, gaining funny looks from the two technicians painting our toes. We chuckle together and I lock this moment away in my heart forever, making it one of my best memories to date.
“Hey baby, how was the spa?” Kingston’s voice sounds smooth when he answers the phone on the third ring.
“It was amazing. Thank you for doing that for me, it was really sweet,” I give praise.
“I wanted you to relax. I know house hunting has been insane the past couple weeks. You needed it.”
“Ugh, house hunting. Do we have to go back to reality?” I’m over house hunting. If I’m being honest the mere thought of looking at another place has me near postal.
“I know, we don’t have any lined up this weekend with our agent so we are free until Monday.”
“Good, because I need to regroup or I may set fire to all the houses.” I roll my eyes looking out the window, Shayla chuckling next to me.
“Easy woman, do I need to relax you some more?” His voice goes dark, melting my insides. I’m more than ready to be calmed down by Kingston, it’s been a week since we last had sex. Life and work tending to get in the way, that and my pregnancy has not been going very well.
“I’m here with your sister. Can we talk about this when I get home?” I clear my throat, glancing over, glad Shayla is concentrated on the road. Her face is passive, she has no idea what we’re talking about.
“Come to my place, I’ll order pizza.”
“Okay, I will be there soon.”
“Love you, Queen.” I smirk, blushing like it’s my first time saying I love you.
“Love you, King.” He hangs up and I keep the phone to my ear a moment longer, wishing he was still there whispering in my ear. Now I can’t wait to get home.
“You love birds are my favorite.” Shayla laughs and I join in, before she turns up the music. We have a little dance and karaoke party before we pull up to her house and I drive home.
“No, dad she has no idea.” I hold the phone to my ear by my lifted shoulder as I sign for the pizza.
“When will the movers be done?” he asks.
“I boxed up all her important shit today while she was shopping and at the spa with Shayla, then the movers took that and all her clothes. I ordered us a bigger bed and that gets delivered tomorrow. I’ll surprise her with it.”
“Damn son. I’m proud of you, bud. She’ll love it.” I smirk, feeling well accomplished. Last week Lana saw our dream home and I knew she wanted it. However, I wanted it to be a surprise, so I told her the house had been bought right after we left before we could make an offer. She believed it but I was the one who really made the offer.
“Even better, I have her mom and dad flying in tomorrow to help set up the place. Jeff and I will do all the heavy shit then Lana and Becky can do all that girly decorating stuff.”
“Wow, that’s big of you—inviting Jeff.” I smirk knowingly, reaching in the cupboards to get some plates.
“Yeah, trust me, I debated just bringing Becky, then having you and Trey help me, but I don’t want to give him a reason to hate me even more.”
“True. So, when can we be there to help?”
“You don’t have to dad, we got it.”
“Damn it, Kingston. I’m getting old, I’m not dead, what time?” I don’t argue.
“Be there at nine. I will bring her there after breakfast.”
“Good. See you then son and hey... I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, dad.”
Ending our conversation I hear the door knob rattle just seconds later.
“Kingston?” Opening the door she drops her purse on the mini table by the front door, then makes her way toward the kitchen.
“Hey baby, holy fucking shit look at you! Fucking glowing, mmmmm turn around let me see all of you.” She smirks, rolling her eyes.
“Stop.”
“Baby, did you just tell the King no?” I ask stalking toward her.
“Yes, I did, you need to be told no more often. Look at me, I’m a whale, I should have told you no a hundred times.” She signals to her stomach. I reach for her hand and laugh, pulling her as close to me as our baby bump will let us.
“Funny, if I remember correctly, no was the farthest thing from those lips when you were screaming, yes! Yes! Yes!” I moan out loud, mocking her sexy cries of passion.
“Stop it! You little shit!” She smacks my chest, doing nothing to hide the little smatter of blush on her high apple cheeks.
“You love my perverted ways.” She shakes her head.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I tend to fake it so your ego doesn’t get hurt.”
“Oh, really. You’re really good at faking it then. Maybe we shouldn’t have sex till the baby comes, since I’m not that good at it.” Letting her go, I leave her and make my way to get pizza.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” My back bunches, yet I stay in poker mode. I wasn’t expecting that.
“Okay, sounds good. I’m gonna get some pizza then head to the shower. I need a release. See you later, baby.” I walk backward, gauging her while biting down on my pizza. I wink and her jaw stays sealed shut, her eyes in a slitted glare. With that I wink, grab my cock with my free hand, and walk away with a mouth full of pizza and a smug grin.
Starting up the bath, I finish up my pizza still grinning like a madman. Sometimes teasing and playing with Lana is better than sex. We have so much fun being together, challenging each other, her fucking testing me. I adore my girl and for fourteen years I’ve been in love with my best friend.
Stepping into the scolding hot water, I let it seep deep into my skin, touching my aching muscles. Spending my morning at the gym then packing all day has worn on my body. I turn the water off and hear the familiar mundane sounds of Lana in the kitchen. I hear the plates clinking as she eats then washes her dish. I hear the sound of her talking on the phone, all the small sounds feeling perfectly domesticated. Bringing me to a moment of complete solitude.
“That’s the last of the boxes, girls. Need anything else? We’re gonna head downstairs to unpack,” Trey says to Lana and Shayla. Shayla shakes her head no and my hungry eyes wander to Lana’s. She avoids my gaze, knowing I’m desperately watching her and begging with my eyes for her to give me some god damn attention. After she left the hospital, we became strangers. We have barely shared a conversation, barely looked at one another, well her to me, because I fucking stare at her all the time.
The bruises are still noticeable on her arms but they are starting to fade away from her perfect face. Even bruised, she is stunning.
“I was actually thinking of grabbing some lunch. Are you guys hungry?” Shayla addresses us. I shake my head no, my eyes still fixated on Lana while she stays avoiding me and looking to Shayla.
“No, I’m just gonna start unpacking my room,” Lana answers, picking up a light box and moving toward her room.
“So, just Trey and I?” Shayla double checks.
“Yeah, you guys go ahead. I’m gonna check on Lana.” I state waiting for them to leave.
“Okay, we’ll be back in an hour. If you want something to eat text me.”
“Thanks.”
“Alright! Shay and Trey time! Hashtag treyla! Let’s go baby girl.” Trey turns his back to Shayla and she takes the invite running full speed and straddling his back.
Shaking out my palms and bouncing on the balls of my feet, I release a breath. Preparing myself for war. Taking slow steps, I approach her slightly ajar door and wrap my knuckles against the painted wood.
“Hey baby, can I come in?” She’s standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows similar to the ones in the living room.
“Sure.” She isn’t doing anything, just staring out the window, her arms wrapped around her tiny body.
I approach her slowly, gauging her reaction. When she stays still, I do what I’ve been aching to do. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bend and place my face in the crook of her thin neck, inhaling her scent. The smell of jasmine and vanilla mixed with the perfect amount of Lana nearly has my knees buckling.
“Baby, talk to me, please,” I let out a strangled cry. I’m lost without her words, broken without her voice, dissolved into nothing without her touch.
“Kingston. I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” she cries. Bringing my eyes up from her neck, I see her reflection in the glass. Clear as day she has tears streaming down her angelic face.
“Lana, please let me have you. Let me be your everything. I will fix it, I promise.”
“Kingston, I don’t want to be anyone’s everything again. I want to heal, I need to heal myself.” Her words sting me like a dull knife stabbing into my chest.
“Baby, please, why are you pushing me out? Did us making love not mean anything to you that night?” I refer to the night of the attack, the one where we made love for hours. Not sex, not fucking, but lovemaking, the kind of shit that turns a boy into a man.
“Of course it meant something to me Kingston. It always will, but...”
“Always will? I don’t like that you aren’t giving us a chance, Lana,” I say as she turns in my arms. Trying to push me away, she places her hands on my biceps and pushes.