by D. Camille
Khayla allowed herself to simply enjoy this man. This incredibly beautiful man that did incredibly beautiful things to her. Against her damp mouth, he whispered, “So damn good, Ma.” Khayla couldn’t respond because her mouth was taken over again.
When she could breathe again, Khayla looked at him. “I’m ready to get out,” she repeated firmly. “Unless you’re getting in here with me.”
Lance smiled and slowly stood to his feet. Reaching over he grabbed one of the towels before turning back to her. “Come on…” Holding the towel open he watched as she stood, his gaze followed the water cascading down her caramel skin.
Khayla watched him watch her. When he slowly licked his lips, she felt her core tighten. Stepping out of the tub, she touched his bare chest. Lance reluctantly covered her body with the towel before pulling her into his arm then Khayla laid her head against his heart as he held her.
Silently they stood, each in their own thoughts. Both recalled their past and looked forward to their future. By simply holding each other, they were communicating all of their feelings for one another and acknowledging the love they’d always had, but was now more than they’d ever imagined it could be.
Lance lifted her face to his. “I didn’t realize what I was missing.”
“Me either.”
He took her hand and led her into the bedroom where the bed was turned down. Two beautiful place settings were on the table along with another bouquet of flowers. Khayla took in the entire scene with the roaring fire in the fireplace and felt her eyes water.
“Lance…”
Lance led her over to the table and pulled out her chair. She slowly sat and watched him take the seat across from her. “You’re going to make me cry,” she told him.
“Why? I don’t want you to cry.”
She smiled as a tear fell. “Because, I can’t believe you’ve done all of this for me.”
“Stop Ma, don’t do that.”
“I can’t help it. You’re so sweet and I love you so much!” She put her hands to her face.
Lance was out of seat in a flash and kneeling before her. Gently he tugged at her hands until she removed them and he held on to them. “I can’t believe this is my Katydids.”
“You did it,” she mumbled.
“I just wanna make you happy Khayla.”
Khayla looked at him through her wet lashes. “Thank you, Lance.”
He smiled at her. “Do you wanna eat now or can I take a shower first?”
She ran a slow hand over his chest. “You should take your shower now.” Khayla gave him a sexy look. “Before I throw you on this table.”
Lance laughed and stood to his feet. “Relax, I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be here.”
Khayla watched him go. His chiseled back and firm ass made her mouth water. The warmth of the fire had dried her body and she moved over to the bed, sitting back against the many pillows. To say that Lance was overwhelming her would be an understatement. He was taking her breath away and making her fall deeper in love with him, if that was even possible.
She grabbed her small bag and retrieved her favorite body oil. Khayla oiled her body then placed the bottle on the nightstand.
She heard her phone and frowned, since she’d thought that she’d turned it off earlier. Climbing from the bed, she retrieved her purse and located the device. Khayla read the screen and smiled. Sage had some information for her and wanted to talk when she got back to town.
She looked towards the bathroom and thought about the man that she’d almost lost at the hands of a female schemer and thief. Khayla shut down the phone and returned it to her purse. She was bending over putting the bag away when she heard, “Now that’s what I’m talking about right there.”
Khayla turned to him smiling. He had a white towel draped loosely around his waist against his brown skin. His broad shoulders and muscled chest led down to perfect abs. Strong thighs and legs completed the perfection that was Lance Johnson.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she told him lifting an arched brow.
They stood watching each other from across the room until Khayla spoke. “Get in the bed baby, I’ve got something for you.”
Lance gave her a grin before walking over to the bed where he removed the towel and laid back on the pristine sheets.
“Turn over, “Khayla whispered as she approached.
He turned to her then flipped over onto his stomach. Khayla reached the bed and sat on the edge placing a hand on his back. She ran a slow hand down the curve of his spine.
“You know, as part of my Naturopathic training, I also took massage classes. I use the massage mostly for babies and young children to help them to relax. Many times their young bodies are just too stimulated from the foods they eat and the things they’re exposed to, so the massage assists them in settling down,” she explained.
“Can I give you one?” Khayla asked while still exploring his back.
Lance glanced back at her. “Uh, hell yeah.”
Khayla laughed and shook her head. “Lie down and relax. Let me do you baby,” she whispered reaching for the bottle of oil.
“You know that shit drives me crazy when you talk like that.” Lance laid his head on his arms and waited.
She leaned over his ear. “I know.” Khayla removed her towel, placing it next to him then climbed onto the bed naked.
Lance glanced back at her. “That’s how they taught you to give massages?” he questioned.
“Shut up and lie down.” She pressed his head back down onto the bed before adding some oil to her hands.
On her knees beside him, she began with his neck. “Are the physical therapists giving you massages here to help with your recovery?” she inquired.
“Not naked,” he answered.
Khayla ran her hand along the jagged scar on his shoulder that marred his beautiful skin and paused. Memories of him lying on the floor covered in blood came flooding back to her.
“What’s wrong?” Lance asked after a minute of her not moving. When she didn’t respond he turned to her.
“Khayla, what’s wrong?” he asked seeing the anger in her lovely face.
“I still can’t believe she hurt you.” She balled her hands into fists.
Lance covered her fists with his hand. “Hey, it’s over. I’m okay and we’ll find her.”
“Yes, I know. We’ll find her ass,” Khayla agreed.
He sat up. “This is our weekend together. I don’t want anything to upset you.”
“I’m sorry. It just makes my blood boil, the thought of somebody hurting you,” she apologized.
Lance pulled her close. “I know.” He kissed her temple. “Having you in my corner means everything.”
Khayla held on to him, feeling his solid warmth.
“Do I still get my naked massage?” he asked.
“Yes baby, you get whatever you want.”
Lance resumed his position and Khayla began her ministrations to his neck and shoulders. As she moved down his back, he moaned from her technique. When she reached his tight buttocks and lovingly kneaded and squeezed, he groaned. “Damn girl…”
Khayla smiled and continued down his strong legs. As she worked, she admired the body she was working on. Lance was that dude. He was fine and sexy…and he knew how to work his equipment.
“Turn over now,” Khayla instructed adding more oil to her hands.
Lance flipped over and stared up at her as she straddled his body. Khayla began massaging his chest and his hand went to her hips.
“I swear you’d better not be massaging nobody like this,” he told her.
Khayla’s eyes darkened as she moved lower. She ran her hand over his stomach muscles before taking his maleness in her hands.
“Check out my skills…” she told him sassily.
With him firmly in her hand she held his gaze. “First, let’s get a little natural lubricant.”
Lance watched as she lowered her head and took him into her
mouth. As her tongue coated him from end to tip, he moaned and his arms fell to his sides.
She lifted her head and looked down at him while licking her lips. When she began the actual hand massage, his breath caught. Lance held her eyes as she took him on a journey he’d never traveled in this way before.
Khayla’s hands moved over and around him, alternating between squeezing and stroking. Faster, slower, softly, then firmly. She knew her business and she was giving it to him. Lance didn’t know what the outcome was supposed to be, but he felt what was coming…
“Khayla!”
“Don’t fight baby…enjoy it,” she said holding him tightly and speeding up her tactics.
“What the…!” Lance yelled as Khayla picked up the towel next to him and covered his release.
Lance threw his head back and let out a long breath before placing an arm over his face. “What the hell did you just do to me?”
“It’s called a happy ending.” Khayla used the towel to remove any excess before tossing it to the floor for the time being.
She climbed over him. “Did you like it?”
Removing his arm, he stared at her. “Did I like it?”
Khayla smiled and shrugged. “If you didn’t, then I won’t do it anymore.”
“They taught you that in school?” he asked frowning. “What kinda damn school is that?”
She leaned down and kissed him. “Stop crying…you know you liked it.”
“You violated me.” He said softy while returning her kiss. “I thought I was getting a massage.”
Khayla felt his body preparing underneath her as she sat on his body. “Can I violate you some more?” she whispered.
Lance grinned at her. “Yeah…I liked it.” He kissed her fully while sliding his hands along her body.
Khayla gasped when Lance turned them over and looked down into her face. “I know what you like too, Ma.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, you do…”
Khayla laid back as Lance went to work pleasuring her body in a myriad of ways. She was panting by the time he slowly made them one.
“Khayla Imani…” he whispered in her ear and she pulled him closer wanting their connection as deep as humanly possible. Wrapping her legs tightly around his back, she locked him in place not wanting this love to end.
As always, Lance pushed her into a zone she’d never before entered. Her body strained to match his pace as the pleasure continued to intensify with each sinfully deep stroke. Khayla’s hand gripped his straining arm and back muscles as she gave herself up to the bliss.
When Lance tumbled over, he felt himself merging his soul with this woman. In his mind, there was nothing he would withhold from Khayla. She was the part of him that had been missing for years, and he vowed to never let her go again.
Lance touched her damp face. “I love you.”
“I think I know that for sure,” she told him.
“There was never a time I didn’t.”
Khayla bit her lip. “Me either.”
Lance kissed her softly. “You know I’m never letting you go.”
“I’d beat your ass if you tried.”
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Lance and Khayla ate dinner in their room then jumped back into bed. They sat watching the fire underneath the covers.
“Are you warm Hot Mama?” he asked.
Khayla snuggled closer to his naked body with her head on his chest. “Yes.”
“Good.” He held her closer. “Did you like your dinner?”
“All these damn questions…” Khayla teased him.
He laughed. “Funny.”
“Dinner was delicious and everything has been beautiful Lance.” She glanced up at him. “Thank you.”
“Tomorrow we’re going to have dinner with Lana’s father. I want you to meet him. I told him about your co-op and he has a lot of ideas and connections to help you.”
“I don’t know what to say…” Khayla trailed off. “You just…”
Lance rubbed her arm. “I told you, what you want…I’ll make it happen.”
“And the people in the city need it…and they need you,” he finished.
“You’re going to blow my head up,” she deflected.
Lance laughed. “I love that about you Katydids.”
“What?” she asked glancing at him.
“You’re the most amazing woman in the world, but you stay humble with yours.”
He lifted her face to his. “You don’t brag about who you are or what you’ve done. You just go about your business like a boss.”
“You give back and do everything you can…and look for nothing in return. That’s why nobody can touch you,” he confirmed.
Khayla blushed. “You’re going to make me cry again.”
“It’s the truth.” He kissed her and touched her cheek.
She smiled. “Thank you Lance. That means a lot to me.”
Khayla settled back into his arms holding him close.
“I missed you…while you were gone away,” Lance confessed quietly.
“I didn’t think you had.”
Lance shrugged. “I didn’t give you any reason to, but I want you to know that I did. I thought about you all the time.”
“I missed you too…I thought we’d never even be real friends again until you helped me with the restaurant,” she told him.
Lance sighed. “The restaurant was me telling you that I wanted you back in my life.”
“You couldn’t just say that? You had to finance an entire restaurant?” she asked smiling.
“I would have financed a popsicle stand on the North Pole for you.”
Khayla laughed. “You are a mess.”
“Nah, I just love the hell out of Khayla Imani Lewis.”
She squeezed him tightly and he kissed the top of her head. “Your hair smells good.”
“It’s probably the oil mixture.”
Lance reached up and touched the crinkly twists that were now in total disarray. “You’re so beautiful.”
“And you’re about to get it, if you keep talking this game,” she whispered.
“I’m Detroit, my game is just naturally tight like that,” he boasted.
Khayla traced a finger across his abs. “I’m Detroit too. I’ve got my own game.”
Lance thought back to her earlier massage. “I can’t argue with that.”
She laughed. “Don’t sleep on my skills.”
“Damn, I didn’t know you got down like that…” Lance moved his hand to her naked behind. “I’m a lucky man.”
“Smart, beautiful, sexy…and a damn freak!” he exclaimed.
Khayla looked at him.
“You weren’t a freak like that back then…” he pointed out.
“You were all like…I can’t look at it!” Lance imitated her voice. “You want me to touch it?”
Khayla sat up and frowned while Lance laughed.
“See if I touch it again!” she said folding her arms.
“Come on Katydids, you know it’s true.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Well before I went to medical school Lance, I wasn’t going around looking at and touching dude’s privates.”
“Privates? You still say that?” He howled.
She smirked. “You’re used to women saying dicks or whatever.”
He looked over at her and smiled. “Actually they called mine Mr. Johnson.”
“Fuck you Lance!” she said angrily.
“But you won’t say dick?” he teased her.
“I see why Khalil wants to beat your ass all the time,” she said pointing at him.
“Come here Ma,” Lance said pulling her stiff body into his arms. “You know I’m just messing with you.”
He kissed her pouty lips. “I love that fire.”
“Your ass is going to get burned one day,” she warned.
Lance nuzzled her neck and she laughed softly. “Khayla Imani will you be my girlfriend?”
“You’re actually asking this time instead of
just telling people?”
He took her hand. “This time Ma, I’m doing everything right,” Lance promised.
Chapter 17
Very early the next morning Lance awakened beside a sleeping Khayla. He smiled with contentment as everything was going according to his plan. He wanted Khayla to be swept her off her feet. He wanted to treat her like a queen so she would trust him to be everything that she needed and wanted.
The first time around, he hadn’t done Khayla right and he was determined to make up for all of his wrongs. Slipping out of bed, he grabbed some sweats and a T-shirt before heading into the bathroom. Lance quickly dressed and took care of personal necessities before heading back into the bedroom. Glancing over at Khayla still in the bed, he walked toward the door.
“Where are you going?” her sleepy voice called to him.
He turned and saw her squinting at him. “I was going to bring your breakfast to you in bed.”
Khayla stuck out a hand. “Come here…”
Lance walked slowly to the bed taking her hand.
“Sit down,” she told him and he sat on the edge.
“Baby, I know that you’re trying to make me happy, but I don’t need all this. You have this idea in your head that you have to do all these things to please me,” she paused. “You’re running around here serving me like I’m the Queen of Sheba or something.”
She turned to the window. “Boy, it’s still dark outside!”
Khayla connected their gazes and squeezed his hand. “All I want is to be with my King. I want you to talk to me, make me laugh, make me cry, make me angry…I want you to hold me close and tell me you love me,” she finished softly.
Lance stared down at her. “I want you to trust me again Katydids. I want you to know that I would do anything for you.”
“Baby, you think I don’t know that? There’s nothing I’ve ever asked you for, that you didn’t provide,” she told him. “Even things I didn’t ask for.”
“I don’t ever want to come short with you again Khayla.”
Khayla sat up and took him into her arms. “I don’t need you to prove anything more to me. I just want you to love me Lance.”
Lance held her close with his head on her shoulder. “In my mind, there’s so many things I didn’t do for you…that I should have done or couldn’t do before.”