The moment we arrive back at my house and the door closes behind us, Kato grabs my head in his hands and slams his lips onto mine. The warmth from his mouth seeps into my soul and I slide my arms around his neck. I push him backward slipping my hand over his dick, squeezing through his jeans. “Mmm,” I moan down his throat.
Suddenly his hands are on my butt and I’m lifted into the air. I wrap my legs around his waist without taking my lips from his. He pulls away and his mouth finds my neck, kissing and nipping up towards my ear. “Where is your bedroom,” he asks, his voice raw with need.
“Second door on the right,” I answer, the same desperation in my own voice.
He manages to get us through the doorway and then he throws me on the bed. “Strip, now.” It’s a demand, a no-nonsense demand and I lick my lips which makes his eyes flare with desire.
Quickly, with no thought of looking pretty, I practically rip my clothes from my body. Kato looks over me like he wants to lick every inch of my skin. My pulse races in anticipation of his hands touching me and I practically pant as Kato strips his hoodie and shirt off together, at the same time as he kicks his sneakers off. I salivate at his bare chest, unable to take my eyes from the prize, that is, until he pulls down his jeans. I expect him to be naked underneath, but his tight black boxers are like a second skin and my fingers itch to remove them.
“Come here,” I say, before his hands can touch the waistband, “I want to control this for now,” I tell him.
He raises an eyebrow and grins, showing off his dimple. “For now,” he replies, and I guide him down to lay on the bed. Slowly, I pull his boxers down his legs and dispose of both them and his socks on the floor. I move over him, both of us naked now and I allow him a momentary caress of my breasts when his hands come up to cup them. Then I slap them away.
“It’s my turn, remember,” I tell him.
“I know,” his breath whispers against my nipples and if they weren’t already standing like fucking bullets, they would be by now. Slowly, I move down his body, kissing him and raking my nails against his chest until I come face to face with his dick. Then I stop, realizing I never saw it the last time we had sex.
“You have a cover on it,” I state, surprise and fascination laced in my words.
“A cover, what the fuck?” he questions, leaning up on his elbows.
“This,” I poke at his dick.
“It’s called a foreskin.” His face holds a mixture of amusement and disbelief, then he rumbles, “Now is the time where you suck me, gorgeous.”
“But, won’t it get caught between my teeth?” I ask, baring my teeth and rubbing them with my finger.
Kato snorts out a half chuckle and his mouth twitches, “Nola, if you’re using your teeth, you’re doing it wrong.”
“But I read somewhere that men like teeth being grazed along their penis,” I explain.
“Not this man,” he smirks.
I gaze down at his long, thick cock, then back to his face. “Have I ruined the moment?”
He shakes his head, still smirking, “Lucky for you, the weird shit that comes out of your mouth amuses me.”
“Lucky for me?” my head jerks back at his words.
“Yeah, now stop talking and wrap your lips around my dick,” he orders.
“Cocky,” I grumble, but also do as I’m told... not because he’s ordering me, but because I want to, obviously.
Chapter Twelve
KATO
“How are things with you and Nola? Have you managed to move any further forward with her?”
I stop rifling through my work orders and look up at Chance. He’s well aware of my intentions toward her, he knows I want Nola for more than fucking, but he also knows she’s a tough nut to crack and has made her own intentions with me very clear. Fucking only.
I scrub my hand down my face and groan.
“So, that would be a no then?” Chance asks, chuckling.
I want to punch him, my closest friend. Instead I drop the papers on his desk, cross my arms over my chest and tell him the truth.
“The more time I spend with her, the more I like her. It’s clichéd as fuck to say this,” I grin while shaking my head, “but she’s different.”
“I get that, I do,” he tells me honestly.
“I don’t want to push things, but I’m ready to build something with her. I’m not looking for marriage, not yet, but I also don’t want a quick fuck. I can get that anywhere,” I explain and he nods with complete understanding.
“It’s typically been the women who were always pushing for more with me,” he states rubbing his chin. “It’s a whole other ball game when it’s what you want and they push back. With Aubrey I had a fight on my hands.”
“Yeah, but look at the two of you now,” I reply.
He shakes his head, “I know you weren’t around at the time, but you know what happened from our phone calls back then.” He slides his hand through his hair and nods to himself, like he’s remembering the time. “That part of my life, when she refused to be with me,” he sighs heavily, “it was fucking painful.” Chance stops for a moment, his gaze drops down to his boots and he grins before looking at me. “But I wouldn’t change it though, look what I got out of it.”
I nod, understanding how deeply he loves Aubrey and how at peace he is now he’s with her.
I want that same peace and so far in my twenty-seven years, only Nola has been able to give me a taste of it.
“You ever hear from Zara?” Chance winces as he says her name and I chuckle.
“No, thank fuck. So, what’s the schedule looking like this week?”
“Nice subject change,” he smiles.
I hold my hands up, “Hey, I don’t want to talk about someone who’s irrelevant now. I wasted a year on her, I don’t plan on wasting any more time.”
His smile drops and his face is somber. “I know, she was a bitch, best thing you did was getting rid of her.”
“Anyone would think you were going soft,” I say, laughing.
Chance opens his mouth to reply but the front door to the office swings open and Nola edges her way in, two huge plastic containers in her arms, filled with, what looks like cupcakes. I stride over to her and take the boxes out of her arms.
“Thanks,” she says with a smile and, like a teenage boy, I can’t control myself as my dick wakes up, realizing Nola is near.
“Anything for you, gorgeous,” I reply with a wink, before taking the boxes to the kitchen, dropping them down and then moving to stand back in the office area.
“What’s going on with those?” Chance questions.
Nola shrugs, blowing strands of hair out of her eyes, “Nothing, well… I mean,” she coughs and she’s either clearing her throat or deciding whether to be honest with us. Sighing, Nola perches her ass on the edge of her desk and I lean against the wall, crossing my arms and waiting for her to explain.
Her eyes take me in before she looks at Chance and I want to pull her away from him, I want her attention. I’m greedy for it. I don’t want her gaze resting on another man.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Has Aubrey not told you that I want to open a bakery?” she asks him and I straighten against the wall. I mentioned to her the other day that my mom liked to bake, but I never told her the whole truth though, about who she was.
“She did mention something. You’re looking into Bread Pitt, right?”
She nods. “Yeah, I mean I’m going to have to sell the house.” Her voice breaks on the last word and I go to move toward her, but her back straightens and I can tell she doesn’t want my comfort, which irritates me. I realize I’m going to have to sort this shit out between us soon. I’ve been giving her time, but if I give her too much. I might just lose her altogether.
“Well that’s horseshit,” Chance gripes. Thankfully it makes her smile.
“I figured if I want to open a bakery, I need to start baking again and I found an old recipe which I used when I was yo
unger. I haven’t tried it in years. The only issue is that it’s unusually hot today and the icing is melting,” she complains throwing her hands up.
“You think it’s hot here, you wanna try living in Australia in the summer,” Chance tells her with a smirk.
“Yeah, no thanks, Chance,” she smiles, shaking her head.
“Why not?” His smirk drops and he crosses his arms, pretending to be offended.
Nola only giggles and the noise slides right through me. “How the wildlife hasn’t overthrown y’all yet is anyone’s guess, but I guarantee it’s only a matter of time,” she explains, deadpan.
I throw my head back and laugh as Chance tries to look stern, but his lips twitch with amusement.
“Listen darling, the reason the wildlife hasn’t taken over, is because Australia breeds real men,” he winks at her and with that line another laugh bubbles out of me.
Nola walks over to me and slides under my arm. I want to puff up my chest and beat my fists on it. Of course I don’t, but I do slide my arm around her with a grin.
“I can tell you, Mr. Bateman,” she says to Chance with a smile in her voice, “America breeds real men, too.” She taps my chest with her hand and smiles up at me before looking back toward Chance. “Even down there, he has a sleeve,” she tells him proudly.
“What?” Chance asks, confusion crossing his face as his eyebrows pull inward.
“On that note,” I say, at the same time turning Nola away from Chance, “we have things to discuss in the kitchen,” I tell him, not giving either of them time to argue.
“Why did you drag me in here?” Nola complains, but I don’t answer with words, instead I slam my mouth against hers and pin her to the wall with my wandering hands. I punish her with kisses, groping her breast with one hand while the other holds her hip against the wall.
When I pull back, I smile at my handiwork. She’s red and flustered, her eyes are hooded and her mouth forms the perfect O as she tries to regain her senses.
“What was that for?” she whispers as I slide my arms around her waist.
“I love this smart mouth, and I can’t get enough of it. Even when you say the most inappropriate things,” I tell her, dropping another soft kiss to her lips.
She pulls back but I don’t release my arms from around her back, so as she leans back, she places her palms on my chest to give herself a little space. “Inappropriate?” she waits a beat, followed by a blink, then another. Finally, she glances down to my crotch then back to my face. “Oh,” she giggles.
I look upon her smiling face lazily and can’t help grinning back at her. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” I tell her with a wink.
She slaps my chest playfully. “You’re lucky that you’re pretty,” she turns my words around on me.
I smile. “Manly, you mean.”
“Cocky.”
“Delightful.”
Nola bites down on her bottom lip and I growl low. Her eyes widen at the sound and before she knows what’s happening, I lift her up to my waist, her legs wrapping around me and I slam her back against the wall, cupping her head with my hand so she doesn’t get hurt. I own her mouth, tasting her and worshiping her as I slide my hand from the back of her head down to her butt. With both hands now holding her ass, I squeeze, but all it serves to do is make me hard. I want her, but in this tiny as shit kitchen, with Chance in the next room, it’s not a great idea.
“I want you,” Nola pants, pulling away from me.
“You’re killing me, gorgeous,” I reply with a groan. She wiggles herself free, dropping her feet to the floor, and her hand travels down my chest. Just before she reaches my cock, I grab her wrist and she pouts. “Tonight,” I tell her. “You have work to do and so do I,” I say, turning her around and patting her ass.
She looks over her shoulder, still pouting, “You’re so mean.”
I adjust myself and groan with discomfort, “Trust me, this is hurting me more than you.”
Nola glances down to my crotch and smiles, seemingly pleased with the knowledge that I’m standing here with a stiff dick. She walks away, swaying her delectable rear. I groan again and listen to her giggling, even when I can’t see her anymore.
Five minutes later, after talking my dick down and explaining he’s not going to see any action just yet, I walk back into the office and grab my keys to the truck. I have one job this afternoon, before I can head home for the day. “I’m picking you up tonight and taking you for dinner,” I tell Nola as I stop by her desk.
Her head tips up and her eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and contained happiness. I want that happiness, but I want it to be raw and free and plentiful. Leaning down, I kiss her quick and move away, before I can’t stop myself from throwing her across the desk and taking her every way that I want her.
“Yes, Mr. Black, I understand. Should the aforementioned happen, we’ll be prepared to make a deal,” Mr. Clark tells me.
“Whatever the deal needs to be,” I order.
“Of course.”
I cut the call and let out a long sigh. Mr. Clark manages my finances. It’s been a while since I’ve needed his services, but I know I can always call on him should I require it.
I wander around my apartment and collect my wallet, jacket and keys. Tonight, I plan on taking Nola on a proper date, to show her what she truly means to me. Tonight, I’m going to make a start on breaking down her fortress.
Stopping for a moment, I look around my three-bedroom penthouse apartment and know, even with the state-of-the-art kitchen, the wide balcony and the ocean views, Nola’s house is more of a home than I’ve ever experienced.
I blow out a slow sigh. I need to tell her more about my life, about who I am and where I’ve come from. I’m not one hundred percent sure how she’ll react, but I know she’ll be nothing like the women I’ve spent time with before. Nola is more genuine and real than anyone I know. She has no filter and it’s refreshing. After dealing with a year of bullshit from Zara, Nola is like sunshine through a sky of gray clouds.
If my past has taught me one thing of value, it’s to recognize something special when it’s placed in your path, and Nola is something special. She’s more though, Nola is extraordinary and incredible.
And she’s mine.
Now, I just have to convince her of that.
Chapter Thirteen
NOLA
“Oh, fancy,” I say, smiling up at Kato as he opens the door to the sleek black car. My first thought is whether this is Kato’s car, it seems a little expensive for his tastes, I’ve only ever seen him in his truck. I slide in and he closes the door with a soft click. My second thought is to wonder whether rich people have more sensitive ears and therefore can’t cope with hearing a door noisily clunking shut. When Kato gets in and his door once again closes softly, I start giggling.
“Care to share?” he asks, pressing a button that makes the car instantly roar to life.
My giggling stops and my eyes widen at the sudden vibration and heavy sound coming from the car. Clearly my second thought was wrong.
“Nope, nothing to report here,” I answer him with a grin.
Confusion and mirth battle for dominance in his eyes as he offers me a soft smile, coupled with a small shake of his head as he pulls into light traffic.
“So, where are we going?” I ask curiously.
“I thought we would take a drive to Malibu, there’s a quiet seafood restaurant I’d like to take you to.”
I frown and look around at the inside of the car again. “Do you sell drugs?”
A laugh bursts from Kato. “No, I don’t sell drugs,” he replies, still smiling.
“Okay, look. This is awkward to talk about,” I stop and scrunch my nose, knowing this could go down like a lead balloon. “I’ve been working for Chance for a few months now, and I’ve helped him with the payroll. I know you manage a team, but none of you get paid enough for dinner in Malibu and this car.” I quickly hold my hands up in case he decides to try and spea
k. “I get it, I mean it’s not like I have that kind of money either.” I sigh and bite down on my bottom lip before releasing the seatbelt slightly, allowing me to ease forward and turn my whole body to face him. “You don’t have to do anything fancy to impress me,” I whisper.
Kato silently pulls the car off into a parking bay at the side of the road overlooking the beach. It’s late afternoon and the sun is low in the sky, showing off hues of red and orange. I want to tell him this would be a perfect date… Well, if he had snacks in his car, because I’d still want snacks, I didn’t get this ass eating carrots… But I fear it might upset him and I’m unsure of what vibe is rolling off him right now.
Kato turns toward me, unsnapping his seatbelt from its plug. I do the same and prepare for him to be upset or annoyed. Instead, he captures my hand, bringing it to his mouth and he brushes his lips across my knuckles.
“I have something to tell you,” he eases the words out as though they might cut his tongue as they leave his mouth.
“Oh great,” I say throwing my arms in the air. “This is where I find out you have a family, right? A wife, three kids, a white picket fence? I knew this was too good to be true,” I complain, crossing my arms.
“You think this is too good to be true?” he questions, a smile dancing on his lips.
“Oh, don’t try to smooth talk me. Mr… Mr… ugh, Mr. Smooth talker.” I wave my finger at him, but his smile doesn’t diminish. “I knew I shouldn’t fall for your lines. I want to be in a relationship,” I rant, mimicking his voice and wiggling my head from side to side sarcastically, “well yeah, I am not gonna be your second baby mama. I do not need a white picket fence and stretchmarks. Hell, I’m surprised I’ve managed to keep my grandma’s cat alive… but that could be because she’s really a demon,” I ponder, tapping my chin in thought. “Anyway, I have plans, goals even, and I do not need to share my husband with another woman.”
“Husband?” he queries, his lips twitching.
“Huh?” I reply, looking everywhere but at him.
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