Kendra and Scott (One Night Stand (Interracial Erotica))

by Charisma Cole

  One Night Stand: Kendra and Scott (Part 1)

  Charisma Cole

  Quiver Publishing

  Copyright 2012 Charisma Cole

  After walking in on her ex-fiancé balls deep with their neighbor, Kendra Wilson is determined to get over him and have a good time. It’s her plan to rope in a one night stand that will be forgotten as soon as he leaves her hotel room--until she spies a blast from the past.

  Back in high school, she was the popular one, Scott Phoenix at the bottom of the popularity food chain. Now, Scott is confident and sexy as hell…but will hooking up with her secret crush lead to more complications or the beginning of something truly special?

  One Night Stand: Kendra and Scott (Part 1) is the first in a short story series about hot sex, mistakes, redemption, and the one who got away. All characters engaging in sex are 18+ and this title is for adult audiences only.

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  Kendra Wilson let out a sigh, pulling her sticky tank top from her body as the song spun to an end. In the heartbeat before the DJ whirled the next beat, she saddled up beside her best friend. Cassie Lewis’ golden hair was plastered to her face. Her tan brown skin was dewy beneath the strobe light.

  Kendra leaned toward her friend’s ear, catching her breath. "I'm gonna take a break!" She tossed a bemused look at the guy glommed to her waist. He was just Cassie’s type with thick, bulging muscles and attitude and gel-ish black hair to match. “Come find me later!”

  She weaved in and out of the crowd, drinking up glances from men and women alike. She was used to the attention, hell, she lived for it. It reminded her of the power of being on a stage before an audience, all eyes on her.

  Her light brown skin was glossy beneath the pulsing light, ample amounts of it on display in her spaghetti strap dress that stopped a few inches above the knee. She had her long, kinky mahogany hair piled on top of her head and the up-do reluctantly drew male eyes past her womanly curves up to G-rated territory. She had her mother's patrician features: swan-like neck, high cheekbones, thin lips, and thick lashed hazel eyes.

  She'd inherited her lusty frame from her father's side: a round bosom that just was small enough to allow her to go bra-less without looking a hot mess but fleshy enough to make eyes water, and wide set hips and a bottom that jiggled in all the right places. She’d also inherited something infinitely more trying from her father--his pathetic gullibility.

  It wasn’t until she’d grown up and he’d let it slip that they had a less than perfect marriage that Kendra began to put the pieces together. Her mother was a professor at a local college, so she easily explained away her bizarre schedule. She took it for granted that her father was always there, cooking, cleaning, helping with homework, driving her back and forth to the countless practices she had. They’d just seemed so happy when they were actually together. She’d even stupidly boasted to her friends that she wouldn’t be happy until she had her white picket fence just like her ‘rents. But there was a villain to their story—her mother’s inability to stay faithful.

  After Kendra caught her mother at a café being friendly with someone that was definitely not her dad, she confronted the duo. Her mother had been all tears and regret and unfairly asked Kendra to keep it between the two of them. Naturally, she made a beeline for her father’s office. Nothing prepared her for his reaction.

  He’d come clean, burdening her with their marital issues. Even though he expressed humbling unhappiness, he took her mother back every time she spread her legs for some new adventure, believing that each betrayal would be the last.

  Against her better judgment, Kendra still wanted to believe that it was possible for her happy ending. She was the eternal optimist; despite the fact that most her relationships were rollercoasters of disappointment. Her ex fiancé spent the beginning of their relationship not wanting to put a label on anything. He followed that up by not wanting to introduce her to friends and family because they could be pricks. The cherry on top was when he told her he didn’t believe in marriage at all. Kendra hung on like an idiot, believing when she finally forced him down to one knee, he'd change. She believed it right up until she walked in on him balls deep with the blonde ho that lived in the apartment across from theirs. As much as it hurt to give him up along with all the hard work she put into their relationship, she wouldn’t be her father.

  Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice...

  So Cassie had the idea for the best medicine ever. What better way to get over someone than to get under someone new? A hot new bar in town, free drinks for ladies, and loud music should have been easy peasy. Loads of eligible cocks for Kendra to bounce on. Unfortunately, every guy Kendra would consider taking to bed was either on some other girl's arm or immune to her charms.

  And then she saw him.

  He breezed toward the bar from the patio, moving with confident strides. Even in a cerulean button down shirt and jeans she could tell every ounce of him was muscled, built to make a woman's mouth water and every man’s eyes turn green with envy. He moved like a gladiator into an arena, his shoulders squared and mighty, punching all the air from Kendra’s lungs as she watched him.

  He seemed unaffected by the loud music, saddling up to a stool in front of the bar. While everyone else clamored for attention, he just held up a single finger and the bartender, a Suicide Girl looking thing with ample tats and piercings, zipped right over. The bartender flipped her mess of black hair over her bare shoulder and made eyes at him, trying to spike his drink with xxx.

  Kendra straightened her spine and tucked her side bang out of the way, strutting toward the mystery man like she was on a catwalk, he a spread in Vogue magazine.

  The bartender was chatting away as she poured alcohol into a shot glass. “…it’s pretty busy tonight but that’s the way I like it.” She licked her blood-red lips, showcasing a flash of metal embedded in her tongue. “I love it when the music is loud and the drinks are dirty.”

  Oh lord, Kendra thought with an eye roll. She cleared her throat and sharpened her tone to a razor's edge as she pushed up to a tiny wedge against the hardwood bar. "Shot of tequila." When the girl didn’t acknowledge her, she stepped it up a notch. “Tonight, if that’s alright with you.”

  The woman narrowed her eyes, but gave Kendra a nod. "Be right up." She pushed the shot in front of the man and gave him a wink. "Enjoy."

  He threw it back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as it went down. Kendra couldn't help but watch the round knot bob and weave, wondering what it would be like to kiss the tender skin. To run her tongue up and down and spin in circles.

  She still only got an eyeful of his side profile. He had dark brown hair that fell in waves around his chiseled jaw. An angular chin jutted out and Kendra thought about the tips of her fingers tracing his stark features. There was something vaguely familiar in the slight rise and fall of his chest; in the way he held his glass, tight and uncompromising. He clearly needed to blow off some steam, and Kendra was just the one to scratch his itch.

  The bartender practically slammed Kendra's drink down, not enthused about the fact that someone else was moving in for the kill.

  Kendra just smiled to herself, her hand dropp
ing to the beaded purse at her waist. “How much do I owe you?”

  “Ten bucks.”

  Kendra tried not to react, but in her head, she was tallying up all the things ten bucks could buy. Lunch—hell, a couple days’ worth of lunch if she was being thrifty. As she leafed through her wallet for a couple of bills, the man's voice came out in a low rumble. The bass in it made heat rush to Kendra's groin.

  "Put it on my tab,” he said, his voice as smooth as a full-bodied wine.

  When he turned to face her and his eyes locked on hers, Kendra's whole body kicked into overdrive. To stop herself from orgasming on the spot, she dropped her eyes down to safer territory. There was a danger in his attractiveness, one that made Kendra think about motorcycles and sex on the beach. She worked her way up to his lush lips, one side cleverly turned upward. His nostrils flared like angel wings and Kendra's breath caught in her throat. She made it back to his impossibly gorgeous eyes. They were bright blue opals with flecks of gold and gray. They were eyes she'd know anywhere.

  "Scott?" she said as the shock sunk in like a stone in the sea. "Scott Phoenix? From Lawndale High?"

  His grin spread across his face. "Kendra Wilson." His gaze consumed her, running over her body nice and slow. She felt her nipples harden to rocks beneath her bra. "You look more beautiful than I remember."

  She felt her cheeks tingle at his compliment, but she was in no position to be flattered. She was still smack dab in shock and awe. She went to high school with Scott, back when people called him Softie Scotty.

  He'd been about hundred pounds overweight and quiet as a church mouse. He wore his inky black hair in long, unforgiving locks. He got his nickname after a bunch of guys from the football team jumped him for standing up for himself and he pressed charges. Lawndale High's quarterback spent the homecoming game behind bars and Scott became an even bigger social pariah than before.

  Time had been good to Scott. He was svelte and toned, growing into his striking features. He didn't hide his eyes like he used to, and when he chuckled at Kendra gawking at him, she saw that he had dimples, making him even more irresistible. Instantly, her surprise faded to embarrassment: embarrassed that now that he had a total makeover she was paying him mind. Embarrassed because even though she never teased him back in the day, she didn’t stop her friends from going at it either.

  She gripped her shot and threw it back, focusing on the feel of the alcohol going down like fire. She had to focus on that, and not the fact that her body was responding to him in a very carnal way. He hadn’t even touched her yet and she was already strung tight as a bow string. She knew that as soon as his fingers grazed her flesh it would be game over.

  She put down the shot and turned back to him. “Scott, you look-”

  “Thin?” he cut in, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Amazing? Maybe even sexy?”

  She was further taken aback by his playfulness. The few times she’d worked with him in class all those years ago it had been quite the feat to even get a string of connected words out of his mouth. She didn’t trust herself to make any sort of comeback, so she settled for laughing uncomfortably.

  He pivoted to fully face her, draping against the bar as naturally as breathing. The more confident he appeared the more unsure she became. She was a study in contradictions, wanting him and wanting distance at the same time. The point of tonight was for some no strings fun. Scott Phoenix had caution tape all over him, bundled up with a lot of baggage and regret.

  “So I thought you moved to the East coast,” he said after a moment. “Lighting up Broadway or what have you.”

  She let out a bitter snort. Lighting up off off off Broadway was more accurate. As much as she’d loved being on the stage, working three jobs and living in apartment with five other people that was as big as the club’s bathroom took its toll. She moved back to Oakland, settling for community theater and a job as a drama teacher at a local high school.

  His eyes softened. “What happened?”

  “Life happened,” she said with a sad smile. She quickly changed the subject. “How about you? What are you up to these days?”

  “Studied business in college,” he replied, running a hand through his shaggy hair. Kendra tried not to drool as the midnight waves crashed back in, falling sexily back in place. “Own a couple of properties.”

  He could barely stand in front of a classroom before and now he was like, a successful businessman? Kendra still talked to her old friends via Facebook and their correspondences all seemed like chunks of broken dreams. Unplanned pregnancies, untapped potential, lost jobs and moving back in with parents and the like.

  Guess karma really does work in mysterious ways, she thought quietly.

  “That’s great!” she said, probably a little too brightly. “That’s really amazing for you.”

  He winked. “I do alright.” He signaled the bartender and she came over and refilled his shot glass. “What brings you here tonight?”

  “Dancing,” she answered cryptically. Fucking.

  “I guess that makes sense,” he said demurely. “You came with a boyfriend-?”

  She shook her head. “Nope. Girlfriend.”

  “Oh,” he said quickly, his eyes losing a bit of their spark. “I see.”

  She reached out and gripped his arm, realizing he was getting the wrong impression. “It’s not like that! She’s a girl. And my friend. And...” Her voice trailed off as she realized her hand was on his bicep and she could feel it rippling beneath her fingertips. Their contact sent a ripple of want coursing through her that was beginning to shred all the reasons why she should just walk away and find someone that wasn’t a blast from the past. Find someone that she didn’t secretly wish she’d gotten to know.

  She was close enough that she could smell him, Irish spring soap and a faint hint of tobacco. All man. She wanted to dance her eyes downward, to see if she was having a similar effect on him. If she looked down at his crotch and saw the curve of him, hard and ready...

  She quickly pulled her hand away, biting her lip as she turned her face from him. Her face would give it all away. He’d see that she wanted him. And that opened up a whole new can of worms. What if he was still raw about high school? What if he didn’t want her? He looked like something out of GQ, he probably wasn’t even into her anyway. Not when he could have his pick.

  “You know,” he said after a moment, slicing through the tension like butter with his smooth tone. “I had quite the thing for you back in high school.”

  She whipped her head to face him, furrowing her brow. “You did?”

  He nodded. “You were so smart. Smart, popular, and nice. Definitely not a common trio at Lawndale.” His eyes dropped to her cleavage, not even being sly or beating around the bush. “And you had the most beautiful, brown skin.”

  Sweet Lord, Kendra thought. To hear him say it was a little jarring, but deep down, she knew there was a reason she always picked him when they did group work in class. Sure, it was partly because he was a straight A student, but it was also because she enjoyed his company. When he wasn’t clammed up, he could be kinda funny. And those eyes slayed her every time. Staring into them was like staring into the ocean, and she could tell that maybe he liked her a little too.

  “T-That’s sweet,” she stammered, digging deep for self-control. Now that she knew that he thought she was beautiful, that she hadn’t imagined the want in his gaze, it was taking all she had to not grab hold of him and strip him naked on the spot.

  “I know you were out of my league back then-”

  She held up a hand to stop him. “I was stupid back then.”

  “Because you didn’t ask me out?” he teased.

  “Because I cared too much what other people thought of me,” she answered seriously. She’d kicked that habit, but she still cared about what she thought of herself when she looked in the mirror. What did it say about her that she played it safe back then and now was on board because he’d changed his outward appearance? She knew the
answer. It made her shallow. And that was hard to stomach.

  She tried to shut herself off, conceding that she wouldn’t be going home with the outcast that got away. “I’m really flattered about what you said, and you’re really sweet, but-”

  “If you’re not into me, no problem.” He threw back his shot and flashed another dazzling smile. “It was nice catching up with you.” He slid off the barstool with ease, but there was hurt behind his swagger.

  Kendra snapped to action, stopping him. “Scott, wait.”

  He paused, turning back to her with a curious look on his face. “Wait?”

  She gave him a coy nod, batting her dark lashes at him.

  He didn’t move and Kendra watched as the other patrons revolved around him. “Was I incorrect?”

  Yes. “Maybe.” She took a cautious step in his direction. She decided to roll with it and bridged the distance. What she had to say she didn’t want to shout over the club beats. “I just got out of a thing and I don’t think I’m ready for anything serious.”

  “I’m not asking for your hand in marriage,” he said playfully, licking his lips. “I’m just saying that not being with you, not kissing you all those years ago has haunted me.” He moved in closer. “And if you’re interested, I’d like to change that.”

  Interested? she thought incredulously. I’d take you right now if I wasn’t worried about getting charged with indecent exposure. “Interested?” Beat. “I am. Yes. I am.” She swallowed. “I want to.” She was the one that stumbled over her words now, wanting him to like her to choose her so bad it hurt.

  “Great.” He extended a hand. “Come with me.”

  Kendra hesitated, looking at his hand. It was so much more than just a gesture. His hand was an apology. It was a clean slate. A new beginning that she still wasn’t one hundred percent sure she deserved. “I shouldn’t leave without telling my friend.”

  “Oh we’re not leaving.” Scott gave her a devilish wink. “Just trust me.”

  She gave him a leery look but found herself accepting his extended hand. They weaved in and out of the crowd, walking toward the back. He didn’t even stop to talk to the gorilla-sized bouncers that stood like sentries, turning drunkards back toward the dance floor and other bathrooms.