The COMPLETE Coventon Campus Series: Books I, II, & III

by Wright, Kenya

  Where’s the clean towels?” she asked. As she walked, a watery path trailed behind her.

  “Ask the maid.” Kush glared at her and shrugged.

  Saka mimicked Kush. “Ask the maid.”

  Not a bad impersonation.

  Kush returned to me. “Come to New York, Pipe.”

  Still wet, curvy, and looking delicious, Saka strolled over to me. “Hello, my name is Saka. I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself before, since you were drunk off your ass and fast asleep.”

  She held out her hand. I tried not to stare at her wet breasts as I shook it. “I’m Pipe.”

  “No. You’re Kush’s bruised angel. You might as well get used to that name now.” She let go of my hand and twisted her hips as she walked to the bed, her ass jiggling in delicious movement. My cock actually sprang to life, not a full hard-on, but something was there.

  I licked my lips, and Kush caught that.

  “Damn you, Kush,” Saka said. “I just bought towels yesterday. Where are they?”

  “I’m Kush. I don’t do laundry or manage the property. Do what you always do, get a person to take care of it.” He turned back to me. “Back to my revenge plan—”

  Saka laughed. “Are you going to be ruining another life, Kushy?”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Another?”

  “He gets off on this.” Saka lay her wet body on the bed. Her dark nipples lay on those soft pillows. She spread her legs open and gave me a good look of what she had to offer anyone in the bedroom. Heat went to my groin, but still it wasn’t the instant lust like a man could do to me.

  She noticed me studying those wet folds and winked. “I’ll give it to him. Kush is good. He likes the mental games, the plotting and strategizing. If you have an enemy, he’ll spend his off time on the revenge. Watch, he’ll be fighting the person for you and painting the whole adventure. It’s all just inspiration to him in the end. That’s the problem. Don’t ever let the game get boring or too real.”

  “Weren’t you looking for towels?” Kush asked.

  “I decided to let the breeze dry my body.” She stared at me and bit her bottom lip. “Or other things.”

  I cleared my throat and hoped my cock wouldn’t wake up anymore.

  “We have a guest.” Kush gestured to me.

  “He’s already seen me naked.” She glanced down at Kush’s bare legs. “And your pants are down. That’s hardly much of an argument for modesty.”

  Kush took that moment to pull up his pants. “Ignore her.”

  I stirred. “I can try.”

  “So listen to this and give me a chance,” Kush begged. “You don’t want to hurt Malcolm and gain some fame and fortune doing it?”

  “I don’t know what I want to do.”

  “Then come to New York. Check it out. See if you like it. Meet my friends. See if the taste of revenge doesn’t lure you. Give it a try. Give me three days or a week. Give me a chance.”

  “Aww, Kush and his revenge schemes.” Saka lifted both of her legs as if to stretch them, but I couldn’t imagine exactly what she would be stretching. “All of his mind games will lure you. Trust me. Kush will make it so much fun. Just don’t ever be boring.”

  “Shut up, Saka.” Kush raised his hands and gently held the sides of my face. “Just a week as my muse. Let me show you my home. Give me the chance to fly you up with me.”

  His hands warmed my face. Those soft fingertips reminded me of home and other touches that were safe—Mrs. Elaine’s hugs, Jay’s pats on the back, and Evie’s kisses. Kush pulled my body toward him and embraced me. “Come with me. Let me take care of you. Don’t we all need to be protected and loved sometimes?”

  “Maybe,” I said.

  “Let me.”

  “Kush, what if I can’t help you with your art?”

  “You’ve already done it.”

  “Once.”

  “Come with me.”

  I closed my eyes. “When?”

  He kissed each shut eye lid, exactly the way I would do to Evie when she slept next to me. “We can leave tonight.”

  “I can’t.” I leaned my weight on him and exhaled.

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Then maybe we leave tomorrow.” Kush slowly pulled away, grabbed my hands, and towed me forward.

  “And here we go,” Saka muttered. “Another Kush original series coming to an art gallery near you.”

  What does Saka mean?

  I opened my eyes and sneaked a glance her way.

  I hope she wears clothes more often because things could get tricky.

  “Just be quiet, Saka.” Kush released me and clapped his hands. “Yes! Hell yes! I’ve got my muse, and we’re going to have some fun. And! And, I’m going back to my city. Oh, this is going to be fun times indeed.”

  Saka giggled. “I absolutely can’t wait to see all of the trouble we get into.”

  Kush ignored her. “Now we should talk about other things.”

  “Other things?” I asked as he tugged me toward the bed.

  “Yes.” Kush licked his lips and glanced down at where my cock lay inside of my jeans. “We should discuss the sleeping arrangements.”

  I tossed him a devilish smile. “I can be your muse, but I won’t be your whore. I’m my own man.”

  Saka laughed and slid over to make room for us. “This one is going to drive you crazy, Kush.”

  “I hope so.” He jumped on the bed and gestured for me to follow.

  Saka slid her nude body next to Kush, placed her leg over his, and rested her head on his chest.

  “You’re wet.” He sat his head on a pillow.

  “Next time, don’t use all of the towels.”

  “I needed them to clean and dry brushes.”

  “You needed them to dry your Saka.”

  “Yes. That is correct. I shall buy more towels today.” Kush gazed up at me with wicked lust blazed in his eyes. “Come here, Pipe.”

  “Why?” I stood above them both.

  Kush shrugged. “Why not?”

  “What is this?” I asked, and Saka giggled. “Are you two together?”

  Chuckling some more, Saka rose from the bed and sashayed over to me. “Do you like women?”

  “I haven’t decided yet,” I said. “I’ve never been a fan of bisexuals. Always thought they were a bit greedy.”

  Saka got in front of me and played with the metal of my jacket’s zipper. “From what Kush says about you, I would think you would love fucking both sexes.”

  Heat swarmed throughout me. “I’m considering it.”

  “You really should. I love to fuck just about anybody.” She took her time pulling the jacket’s zipper down. My body should’ve reacted even more. If it had been a guy, I might’ve stuffed my cock into his mouth just for that statement. It was true. I found Saka beautiful and a lovely creature, but she didn’t confuse me like Evie.

  If Evie was here right now, I’m not sure what I would do to her. I might guide Evie to her knees and see just how good she could suck.

  That thought brought fire to my flesh. Everything burned. I looked over Saka’s head and watched Kush. He’d kept his pants on but had taken out his cock. It stood hard and pointed to the ceiling. That mushroomed tip swelled. Licking his lips, he moved his attention from Saka’s plump, bare ass to my eyes.

  “Mmmm,” he whispered. “We should really discuss the sleeping arrangements for this trip.”

  Saka pulled off my jacket. It fell to the floor. Cold air breezed across my skin. She studied my scars. No emotion moved through her gaze. She just stared at my chest as if she was looking at a blank piece of paper. For that reason, I decided that we would be friends.

  She directed her focus to my face, got on her tippy toes, and whispered in my ear. “Never, ever let anyone control you again.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Good.” She put her hands on my pants, and I moved them away.

  “No.” I turned her around and gestured for h
er to go back to the bed. “I want to see you suck his cock.”

  “Mmmm.” Like a curvy siren, she lowered onto the mattress and crawled toward Kush. Water still wet her skin. From behind, her flower of sensitive petals and blushing pink flesh showed. My groin fell heavy.

  I gazed at Kush.

  What are you thinking about? How bad do you want us both, you twisted man? Do you want to watch me fuck her, or do you want us both to take you?

  Groaning, he stared at me the whole time. Right when Saka sucked his thick cock into her lips, he bit his lip, but never looked away from me. The mattress moved a little with her rhythm.

  In the background, Kush’s mother sang about a bruised angel. Did he not think it was odd to have sex to his mother’s song? Or should I be looking deeper into it? Was he even more bruised than me?

  I want him.

  “Yes, Saka. Yes.” Kush placed his hand on the back of her head. “Suck it. Just like that.”

  My body came alive. Nipples prickled. I rubbed my hand across my scarred flesh and embraced the rugged terrain. With my other hand, I opened my jeans and dug my cock out. Kush kept his gaze on my movement, groaning so loud when he spotted my length.

  He licked his lips. “Come here.”

  I wished I had more finesse, but my hormones rocked me. I hurried over, ready to get my cock deep in his wet mouth. Evie had spiked the craziness with those wet panties. Sleeping in the middle of Jay and Evie that night, didn’t help either.

  I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was a tight ball of sexual hunger. I craved to be touched and sucked on, kissed and fucked until I exploded. I hoped I wasn’t falling into a problem. I prayed that Malcolm didn’t fuck my head up somehow, that I wouldn’t always be this way. Twisted and aching for things that I shouldn’t.

  Did I like women or was it just Evie? Did I want to make love to Evie because she was her, or because it was so wrong for our friendship? Did I just like to do fucked up shit now, after Malcolm hurt me? Did he cut away important things? Did he take out my heart?

  Who cares? I’m just going to focus on this. Enjoy the moment while I can.

  On the side of the bed, I towered over Kush with my cock pointing at his mouth. “Open up your lips.”

  Kush stared at me. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “You look sad.”

  “I am sad. Why don’t you make me happy?” I guided his mouth onto my throbbing point. “Suck right here, baby.”

  He clasped onto the tip with soft suctioning, humming on it as he groaned. Saka still bounced her head on him.

  “Barred and chained, I beg to be free.”

  And we stayed like that for a while, Kush going crazy caressing us both while Saka and I stared at each other with lust-dropped eyes. She craved me; I could see it in her eyes. They burned the way most women did when they realized I was a hot guy they could never get. Women grew up understanding how that space between their thighs shined like diamonds. And they did. Evie’s definitely sparkled. Jay prized it more than God. Even I dreamt of having that jewel around my neck, in those nasty times in my bedroom where no one could see the things inside my skull. Nevertheless, when women understood that they couldn’t have me, they flirted even more.

  Saka held that plan in her gaze. Saliva dripped from her mouth. Every now and then she’d slobber Kush’s tip, and I’d groan. She was so nasty, and I loved it. She bobbed her head on it, sucking and lapping like a goddamn drug fiend.

  I clasped my teeth on my bottom lip and drowned.

  I wouldn’t touch her tonight, but I didn’t know what the future held.

  And Kush . . .

  He was such a multi-tasker.

  With one hand, Kush toyed with Saka’s stiff little nipples. With the other, he stroked my length and tugged with those full lips. I bucked into his mouth, needing to go deep into that wetness. He choked a few times but remained dedicated. Saliva spilled out from the corners of his mouth.

  He gathered the liquid up and stroked faster.

  “Fuck yes!” I held the edge of the headboard. “Faster, baby.”

  He increased the speed on my tip.

  Saka chose that moment to stop sucking and get on top of him. Maybe she couldn’t take it anymore, watch both our cocks, yearning to have them both. Our auras glowed in the darkness, and the Blues continued to play. Our shadows danced. Our voices rose in the air—groans of ecstasy and grunts of passion. It was the perfect image. Saka’s heavy breasts bouncing as she rode his cock, up and down, groaning the whole time like a siren. She danced on it, winding her hips into perfect circles. Her pussy dripped, and I wanted to taste it.

  Evie’s pussy came to my mind. So tight around my fingers. So wet and tasty. I’d licked my fingers in the cab just thinking about her.

  “Fuck me in the ass, Pipe.” Saka did a beautiful dance, twisting her hips and jiggling that lush ass. “Come over here, baby. Fuck me in the ass.”

  That was when I exploded into Kush’s mouth. I yanked at Kush’s dreadlocks and rocked deeper into him, knowing he could take it, and if he couldn’t, I was well prepared to teach him.

  “Never, ever let anyone control you again.” Saka had whispered in my ear.

  “Take it, baby.” I pulled out of those hungry lips. Hot liquid soared up my length and spilled all over Kush’s hands and face.

  And I loved it.

  I wanted to paint him just like he’d painted me. “Lick it up, baby.”

  And he did. He stuck his long tongue out and lapped at the tip, and I detonated even more, dotting the pink flesh.

  Pleasure shot at my back, and I could’ve sworn on anything that wings sprouted. Not huge ones, yet, but tiny little feathers prickled from my skin. Bone dug out. They grew as I came all over Kush. They rose high in the air, and I knew for sure that one day, I would have my wings.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Evie

  Mom and I had a blast. We wore breezy sundresses and sandals. Our curly hair moved in the wind. Jay must’ve taken several pictures as if we were heading to the prom.

  “You two really look like sisters,” he said.

  Mom giggled as I rolled my eyes.

  Jay had a car pick us up. The smooth ride took us off the South Beach path and to Miami’s area called Little Havana. The change was remarkable. Crowded beaches with designer tourists shifted to Cuban cafés and regular people walking to their responsibilities. The area still remained high end. Jewel studded flip-flops changed to fuck-me heels. Brightly colored sundresses that whisked in the wind transformed to pencil skirts that would be too short for a New York corporate women, yet fit right in with the Miami heat. Pop music changed to Afro-Cuban jazz—a smooth groove of bongos and trumpets, Spanish lyrics over African drumming.

  I fell in love.

  Once we arrived at the gate, the driver had to show a guard our pass just to get into the shopping village.

  The spa facility was a thing of beauty. Olive green and cocoa brown brick made up the building. Gemmed glass served as the windows. Upon entering, two young women stopped us at the door, both wearing blonde ponytails with black tops and yoga pants. They had us sit down in chairs with bamboo wheels on them and pulled off our shoes.

  “What are these?” Mom asked one of the women. “Are these wooden wheelchairs?”

  “They’re serenity chairs,” the tall one said.

  Mom leaned back. “Well, that sounds like a fancy name for a wooden wheelchair.”

  I laughed.

  Before we could even be rolled further, they soaked, cleansed, and massaged our feet with freshly-picked herbs. All of my nerves calmed. This is the life. The four elements interacted in the room. An earthy scent flowed through the space. Lit candles represented the light. Water trickled somewhere inside. It must’ve been a fountain. Part of the ceiling was open and allowed for air to swoop in at the perfect times.

  And those women caressed the soles of our feet, kneading the sore spots in awesome circles.

  I�
�m never leaving this place.

  Mom smiled. “Have I told you how much I love Jay?”

  I smirked. “What happened to the bullets with his name on them?”

  “They’re in the drawer for now, but if he keeps this up, I’ll put them in the safe.”

  “Why not destroy them?”

  “No, I would never let Jay completely off the handle. He’s going to have to be nervous for a few years.”

  “Oh, God.”

  The spa attendants massaged our feet for about thirty minutes, washed them, and then moved us forward in the serenity chairs. The wheels squeaked a little and, in a few spots, I bounced in the hard seat.

  I could’ve just walked to the next station but alrighty.

  We rolled into a space full of water. If I didn’t see that we’d entered a building, I would’ve thought we were inside of a cave. A stream wrapped around some of the room. Tons of black pebbles outlined the rippling water.

  “This is the contemplation room,” one of the attendants said. “After you’ve received all of your services, we’ll serve lunch here. Today’s menu is steak and lobster with spicy, roasted garlic Chimichurri butter. It’s served with mixed greens and small potatoes. Champagne will be provided.”

  “Jay is really an awesome guy.” Mom grinned in her chair as we rode along. “Have I told you that, already?”

  I shook my head. “It just took some lobster to regain your love?”

  “Don’t forget steak and champagne.”

  We moved into another room where four tiny, white pods lay. They were the size of a small car or even mini space ships. They reminded me of some interstellar way to travel, all futuristic and odd. Each had its own display board and computer right next to it.

  Our attendants stopped us in front of them, went to two pods, and pressed buttons on each display. Buzzing sounded. Lights turned on around the pods. Beeping came next. I thought I was on the set of a science fiction movie. Each pod opened up from the center. Steam rose out of them. Pink lights glowed from the inside.