Unexpected Packages

by Sindee Lynn

  Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, she reached for the phone. She quickly scrolled through the calls and felt a moment of disappointment when she saw no evidence of his returning any of her calls. Not allowing any doubts to set in, she dialed his home number again. As she listened to the ringing on the other end, dread pooled in the pit of her stomach. Where was he? Why hadn't he called her back? She’d left him four messages between home and his cell phone. She tried to remain positive, but it was hard when doubts were threatening to beat her down.

  “No,” she told herself firmly. “He is not with another woman. There is some other reason to why he hasn’t returned my call yet.”

  She recalled the last time she hadn’t been able to reach him, and worry and dread had begun to set in. He had just shown up on her doorstep. It had been as if he had known she wanted and needed to see him. When the doorbell chimed, Connie dropped the phone on the bed and practically flew down the steps.

  “I got it,” she called to her friends, her hand on the doorknob.

  The look of expectancy died on her face when she opened the door to find Brenda standing there. Connie tried not to allow the disappointment to show on her face too badly but knew she’d failed at Brenda’s greeting.

  “Wishing for him to show up or call didn’t work when you were younger, Constance, and it won’t work now,” Brenda said, moving pass her to enter the foyer.

  Connie made a face at her back and closed the door. Brenda gave her a once over and shook her head.

  “When will you ever learn to stay within your realm of men and leave the others to those of us who can handle them? Look at yourself. Don’t you ever get tired of being the butt of the joke?”

  The smug look in Brenda’s gaze was meant to put Connie back in her place. In the past it may have worked, but tonight as she stood staring back at her sister, all it did was piss her off.

  “You know when I was younger I used to go to bed each night and pray I could be more like you,” she began.

  “That’s understandable,” Brenda said, a smile on her face.

  Connie smiled sweetly in return.

  “As I got older, I used to beg God to allow me to wake up the next morning as an only child.”

  The look of surprise on her sister’s face brought a small smile to hers.

  “Why are you here?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

  “I came by to see if your little romance had dissolved into thin air yet,” she said, giving Connie the once over again. “And I guess I have my answer, don’t I.”

  Connie simply smiled at Brenda before turning to head back upstairs before stopping with her hand on the rail. For years she had endured her sister’s negative words and attitude without saying anything in her defense. On any other day, she would have merely headed to her room to hide her pain behind closed doors but not today. She turned back to her sister and gave her the once over. For the first time allowing herself to see Brenda not as the ex-model but as the person she really was. A horrible individual who had made it her life’s goal to make her younger sister’s life miserable.

  “You know, Brenda, I’m not sure what it is that I ever did to you to make you dislike me so much. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m younger than you and when I came along you were no longer the center of attention. But whatever the reason, you need to get over it. And until you do, I don’t need or want you in my life. I love you because you are my sister and our parents raised me to love family, but that is where it ends.”

  Connie walked over to the door and opened it.

  “Goodbye, Brenda.”

  For long moments, she didn’t know if her sister was going to leave or not, but she was determined to stand there as long as it took for her to walk through that door. Brenda paused when she got to her, and for half a moment Connie thought she was going to say something, but she didn’t. She simply walked quietly through the door, and Connie closed it just as quietly behind her. She leaned against the door her head down. Unexpectedly, tears burned the backs of her eyes. Feeling eyes on her, she looked up to see her roommates coming down the stairs towards her.

  “You ok, Con?” Jamie asked.

  The shock on the faces of her roommates was almost laughable. It was rare she said a disparaging word about Brenda, let alone to her face. But tonight had been the right time. She nodded her head and moved away from the door and headed upstairs, a little in shock over what had happened.

  Walking into her room, Connie closed her door and lay back down on her bed. It wasn’t long before she found herself back up pacing beside it. Restlessness was setting in. Now that she had made a decision to have Kenny in her life, she was ready to take action. She glanced at the phone and wondered if she should call him again. Her hand hesitated, hovering above it. She’d already called and left several messages that hadn’t been returned. What was one more call going to accomplish? She pulled her hand away and turned her back on the phone. Dammit. She was doing it again. Allowing her insecurities to get the better of her. With determination blazing in her eyes, she grabbed the phone and punched in Kenny’s cell phone number.

  Ring … ring…

  “Hello?”

  Connie hesitated. That wasn’t Kenny.

  “I’m sorry I must have dialed the wrong number,” she said, preparing to hang up.

  “No, wait, are you looking for Kenny?”

  “Yes.”

  “Hang on a second. Can I say who’s calling?” the male voice questioned.

  “Connie.”

  She tried not to put any thought into why he was asking who she was. Or why someone else was answering Kenny’s cell phone.

  “Oh, hey. It’s Troy. Hang on a minute, honey.”

  Connie heard him yell for Kenny.

  “Hey, sweetheart, what’s up.”

  Kenny’s deep voice came across the lines washing over her. She plopped down on the edge of the bed before her legs gave out on her. Suddenly the pressure she’d been under over the last week got the better of her, and she began to cry.

  “Connie.”

  She heard Kenny call her name, but she couldn't pull herself together enough to answer him to save her life. Her mouth moved, and she heard sounds coming out but nothing legible.

  “Connie, are you alright?”

  The voices of his friends questioning if everything was alright could be heard in the background. Their concern for her, a stranger, someone they had only met once caused the tears to flow harder.

  “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he said and disconnected the call.

  The phone fell from her numb fingers as she ran her fingers through her hair. All the years of pain she’d endured at the hands of others poured out of her. She cried for the love she’d almost lost and for the love she’d found with Kenny. Connie curled up on her bed, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Kenny was on his way. He’d make it all better.

  Chapter 28

  Kenny pulled his bike up to the curb outside of Connie’s house. He glanced around at his friends, who’d all insisted on coming with him. They hadn’t gotten to know Connie but had all agreed if she was important to him, then she was important to them. Not bothering with taking off his helmet, he swung his leg over the back of his bike and strode towards the door. He heard his friends all dismounting behind him and eventually brought up the rear.

  He rang the doorbell and pulled his helmet off his head. A smiling Jamie answered the door.

  “Hey, Kenny, what are you doing here?”

  “Connie called me crying. Is she here?” he asked, walking into the foyer.

  The look of confusion on her face threatened to tax his patience further.

  “Crying. Yeah, she’s upstairs I think,” she said.

  That was all he needed to know. He bound up the steps taking them two at a time. When he reached Connie’s door, he didn’t bother to knock, he just burst in. The sight of her balled up on her side, her body shaking from her low sobs ripped at his heart.r />
  “Connie,” he said softly, kneeling beside the bed.

  He placed his hand on her shoulder. She rolled over and his heart stopped beating. Her eyes were puffy from crying. Her nose was running.

  “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

  He heard voices behind him in the doorway, but none of that mattered as he continued to hold her. He was briefly aware of the door closing to offer them some privacy.

  When her body stopped shaking, Kenny lifted his head from where it had been buried in her neck. He pushed the hair away from her tear stained cheeks.

  “What happened? Was it Brenda?”

  Kenny swore if it was she was done.

  “It was everything,” Connie said, her voice raspy from her tears. “It was the stress of this week. Last week and all the weeks before that.”

  Guilt rode him hard. He knew he hadn’t made things easy for her after she’d told him to leave. To think he had been a part of her breakdown. He hadn’t wanted to make things worse, but it appeared his being in her life had caused her pain.

  “I’m sorry, Connie. I should have listened to you when you told me to leave. I never meant to hurt you,” he said, lowering his gaze, not wanting to see the accusation in her eyes.

  A soft hand stroked the side of his face.

  “Kenny.”

  He couldn't bring himself to look at her. He was afraid of what he’d see.

  “Kenny, look at me,” came the soft request.

  Against his will, his chin lifted until he was looking into shimmering eyes. The soft smile on Connie’s face confused him.

  “The only pain you caused me was of a physical kind. The way my body has ached for yours this week should be a crime. Other than that, you have done nothing but try to show me what I could have if I’d stop being too scared to believe.”

  She sat up on the bed causing him to move back a little. She placed both hands on his face and pulled him towards her and bestowed upon him one of the sweetest kisses he had ever known. The tenderness of her touch caused his heart to ache. When he pulled back, the look shining in the depths of her eyes was blinding. Dare he believe she was finally ready to accept what he was offering?

  “I have missed you more than I ever thought it possible to miss someone. And I realized everything I had been looking for was right in front of me. Who needs a fantasy man when I can have you in living breathing reality?”

  “Connie, I need to hear you say it.”

  He held his breath while he waited for her to utter the words that would end his week of torment and allow the rest of his life to begin. The brilliance of the smile she graced him with threatened to blind him. She had no idea how truly beautiful she was. If he did nothing else, he swore to himself he would spend the rest of his life making her see what he saw when he looked at her.

  “Kenny, I want the fantasy. I want to give us a chance. I want to see if reality can truly be better than my wildest dreams.”

  Kenny couldn’t believe the weight that lifted from his shoulders at her words. He glanced at her to make sure she had on shoes then stood and reached for her hand. He pulled her behind him down the stairs. At the bottom, he paused.

  “Should we tell them we’re leaving?”

  She moved suggestively against him.

  “They’ll figure it out on their own.”

  A shiver ran down Kenny’s spine. He threw her a hot look full of promise of what was to come before heading out the door. Connie paused when she saw his bike sitting at the curb.

  “I was out with the guys when you called me. I didn’t have time to go home first,” he said in way of explanation.

  He realized he didn’t have his extra helmet with him as he hadn’t expected to have a rider. Kenny headed towards Troy’s bike and retrieved the extra helmet he had.

  “No, it’s okay,” she said, allowing herself to be strapped into the helmet.

  Kenny got on first and offered her a hand as she straddled the bike behind him. the first time she’d ridden with him, she’d been cautious in her grip on him until they’d began moving and she’d realized she needed to hold on tight. This time her grip on him tightened as she pressed herself close to his back and he hadn’t even started the damn bike. Kenny sent up a silent prayer that he’d be able to make it home safely. His dick was threatening to burst free of its confinement behind the zipper of his jeans.

  “Hang on,” he called over his shoulder as he turned his bike on.

  He revved the engine and felt her grip around his waist tighten further. He didn’t know if it was in nervousness or excitement. He hoped the latter was true. Pulling away from the curb, the front door opened and several pairs of eyes watched as they peeled off down the street.

  Chapter 29

  Connie opened her eyes to find herself outside Kenny’s home. She breathed deep the scent of the man she loved. Her arms tightened around him. She didn’t want to ever let go.

  “We’re here,” Kenny said, his gloved hands on top of hers.

  Reluctantly, her grip around his waist loosened. She took the helmet off her head and shook her hair out. Glancing to her left, she noticed he had already dismounted from the bike and was holding his hand out to help her. Connie smiled up at him and placed her hand trustingly in his leathered grip.

  They walked up the walkway holding hands as if their lives weren’t forever changed from this moment forward. Nerves assaulted her as she walked ahead of him into his home. Looking around now at his large foyer and the steps that led to his bedroom, she realized this was where she wanted to be. The door had barely closed before she found herself pulled tight against Kenny’s hard frame. She could feel his hardened length at the center of her own heat.

  “I want you more than I can begin to tell you,” he said against her lips.

  Connie opened to allow him all the access he wanted. She felt his tongue sweep in and caress her bottom lip. She moaned her pleasure against his mouth before reaching her hands around to his backside and pulling him closer to her.

  “Then how about you show me how much you want me. I can already feel it,” she said, moving her throbbing clit against him.

  Moisture pooled between her legs, and her knees threatened to buckle. Reaching up she pushed his leather jacket over his shoulders.

  “Have I told you how hot you look in leather,” she asked, working on the buttons of his shirt.

  It soon joined his jacket on the foyer floor.

  “No, you haven’t.” Kenny said, his breathing coming out in short gasps.

  Connie placed kisses across the expanse of his muscled chest before tugging a hardened nipple into her mouth.

  “Well, you do,” she said, reaching for his hands, which were still encased in his leather gloves.

  She stroked her cheek with his hands and her eyes closed as the soft buttery feel of the leather moved against her skin. She moved his hand down until it rested on her breast and squeezed causing him to palm her breasts. It seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. He made short work of her t-shirt, throwing it to the floor somewhere behind her and cupped her breasts again. Her nipples strained against the material of the bra she wore. Kenny pinched and pulled on them until they were swollen nubs and a familiar ache throbbed between her legs. Connie moved against the hardening dick pressed against her center. She needed and wanted more.

  “Kenny, please,” she begged, moving her head so his lips skimmed down her neck to her shoulder.

  The warm feel of the leather moving across her skin was driving her slowly insane.

  “Honey, I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the bedroom,” he said against her ear.

  “I don’t need a bed. All I need is your dick in me and soon.”

  A groan sounded next to her ear before he grabbed her hand and dragged her behind him into the family room where he pushed her down on the couch. He paused only long enough to remove his gloves before joining her. He brushed a soft kiss against her o
pen mouth and then moved down to her heaving chest. Taking an extended nipple in his mouth, he sucked it through her bra. Connie sighed in pleasure, placing her hand to the back of his head to hold him in place. Too soon he released her nipple, kissing his way down the swell of her stomach. He leaned up to help her take off her pants. The scrap of material, now soaked with her juices, seemed to hold his attention.

  “You have more of these,” he asked, fingering the material, brushing against her swollen clit as he did so.

  Her breath came out in puffs as she tried to answer him as he continued stroking her aching clit.

  “Yeah, at home.”

  “Good,” he said, moving between her spread legs and pushing them farther apart to accommodate his large frame. “I like these a lot.”

  “Why?”

  Kenny pulled the scrape of material up until it was pressed directly against her clit. He moved the material back and forth, causing friction.

  “Oh, god,” Connie screamed as pleasure shot through her body in waves.

  “That’s why.” he said, lowering his head between her legs.

  At the first touch of his tongue on her clit, a fresh wave of hot cum leaked from her pussy. Her head thrashed back and forth on the couch’s pillow as he began to suck on her tight little nub. He flicked it with his tongue before moving lower to lap up the juices running freely from her opening. Pushing her panties to the side he moved two fingers against her.

  “Oh, you are so wet.”

  Two fingers went inside, and her ass lifted up off the couch. She felt so full for the first time in days, and oh, it felt so good. Her mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out as he began moving his fingers in and out faster, her juices making it easy for him. His thumb began to stroke against her clit, and she had little time to prepare herself as her orgasm came hard and fast. This time when she opened her mouth to scream, she feared the whole neighborhood heard her.

  “Oh, god, Kenny, I want your dick inside me now,” she said, still riding his fingers.