by EM BROWN
“I don’t know if I can make it,” she sighed.
“You won’t with that mindset. You want that childcare center, don’t you?”
“Right.”
“It’s the fourth quarter. Final minutes. Starters have been in most of the game, but the coach is counting on you.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, but I think I’d rather take on Tennessee or Connecticut.”
He flipped her onto her back and smiled. “Can the Huskies do this?”
He rolled his thumb over her clitoris and inserted his fingers into her snatch and hit the G-spot. She moaned and fluttered her lashes rapidly.
“Though the thought of you taking on five women,” he pondered aloud. “I might defer to that, too.”
Kimani getting gang-banged in hot lesbian action would be hard to beat.
“How ’bout it?” he asked as he fondled her and watched as she caressed herself from her belly to her breasts.
“How ’bout what?” she asked dreamily.
“There are members here who would probably jump your bones in a heartbeat.”
She stared at him, wondering if he was serious.
“I can make it happen.”
“I’m sure you’d like to,” she said. “What is it about girl on girl for guys?”
He drew her wetness to the puckered hole below. A lot of her moisture had already dripped there, but it would need more lubrication.
“Does guy-on-guy action not turn you on?”
“It’s okay. Probably depends on my mood. But I doubt it has the same effect girl on girl has for you.”
He coated his pinky finger with her juices and slowly inserted it into her anus. She drew in a sharp breath, then relaxed at the intrusion.
“What would you offer for me to make out with another woman?”
He stared at her, stunned. It was his turn to wonder if she was serious. Part of him didn’t want to share her, even with another woman, but he’d be a bloody moron to pass up such an erotic opportunity.
“A lot,” he admitted.
He applied a thumb to her clit, two digits in her slit, and one in her arsehole.
“Yeah? How much?” she managed to ask between moans.
“Don’t go down that road unless you’re serious.”
She pursed her lips. “Well, I wouldn’t go crazy and do more than one woman at a time.”
He envisioned Kimani kissing another woman, their soft, supple lips joining over and over. Then he imagined them caressing each other, feeling each other up, masturbating each other. His hard-on was ready to burst.
Sitting up, he pulled off the condom and lubed his cock. Time to pony up a childcare center.
He spread her legs wide, then aimed himself at her nether hole. She gave a loud groan when he sank the bulb of his cock into her tightness.
She felt every bit as glorious as he’d expected. He could feel the walls of her anus press against him, instinctively trying to push out the intruder, but he held his cock in place as he used his other hand to fondle her clit. When she was further aroused, he sank more of his cock into her.
A fucking paradise.
As he inched deeper, her brow furrowed and her fingers dug into her breasts. Her eyes sparkled.
“Oh my God,” she whispered when he had nearly pushed his entire length into her arse.
She gasped when his cock flexed inside her.
“How does my pet like getting her arse filled?” he inquired, thinking how beautiful she looked just now.
“A lot,” she murmured.
If she were more experienced with anal sex, he would have grabbed the headboard behind her and thrust into her like there was no tomorrow. Instead, he moved slowly, all the while teasing her clit. He grunted when he had buried himself to the hilt.
“Your arse feels so fucking amazing,” he told her, pinning her with his stare.
She stared back. “Make me come.”
He didn’t care that it wasn’t in the form of a question. He was happy to oblige, gently drawing his cock out, then sinking back in. He took one of her hands and moved it to her clit, freeing his hands so he could plant them beside her and cover more of her body with his.
“Oh, God, yes,” she exhaled. “I’m g-going to come.”
He captured her lips, muffling her cries. Minutes later, he drank in her scream as she erupted into spasms. He only had to spear into her a few times before his own climax sent quakes throughout his body, culminating in a tsunami as he poured himself into her.
Greater euphoria was not possible. This was as good as it gets.
She was as good as it gets.
“WHAT? THERE’S MORE?” she mumbled when he slid beneath her body with the Womanizer in hand.
“I said we’re going to top ten orgasms,” he replied, spreading her folds before turning on the device.
“Oh my God,” she gasped when it sucked at her clit.
Minutes later, she was begging fast. “Please may I come? Oh, Jesus!”
He turned up the setting.
“Please!”
“Hang on,” he denied.
“Please, please, please...”
He could tell she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Pleeeease!”
“Okay, now.”
She bucked atop him, wailing, and would have sat up if he hadn’t held her down.
“Okay, I came,” she said through chattering teeth.
“Once more.”
“No!”
He knew her clit was extremely sensitive, but she could do it. “Dig deep for me, pet.”
She tried to squirm away, but he shifted his grip to her throat. That stilled her somewhat. She made a half-sob and grabbed his arm, digging her nails painfully into him.
“It’s there,” he assured her. “Come for me.”
“Fuck,” she cried, her body writhing, tensing.
“Work with me.”
Her pants and cries of distress turned to groans and cries of pleasure. The convulsions were larger the second time, the screaming louder. The sadist in him would have left the device attached to her poor clit, but he backed off the setting till the suction gave way.
She rolled off him but continued to tremble. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple. He savored the softness of her body against him, the weight of her head on his shoulder, her breath on his chest.
He didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to take her back to his place, but he had to fly to Vancouver in the morning to evaluate a project there and meet with possible partners. So it was best that he take her back to her own place.
“You got your childcare center and new basketball courts,” he praised.
She looked ready to fall asleep but smiled. “Where is the childcare center going to be?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s actually an ideal spot in Chinatown, but the property owner is being a wanker, trying to hold out for a ridiculous asking price.”
She snuggled into him. “I’m sure you’ll figure out something.”
He held her tighter. “I have to leave town in the morning, but I’ll be back Friday night.”
“I’m having dinner with my folks Friday night.”
“Then I’ll pick you up Saturday at ten.”
“In the morning?”
“I thought maybe you’d want to go to the Stanford football game with me.”
She started and opened her eyes. “Really?”
“I happen to have tickets. Fifty-yard line.”
She popped up on an elbow. “What’s the catch? You want to fuck my arse again?”
“Yes to the second question, and the answer to the first is there’s no catch. Just come watch the game with me. Unless you don’t like football.”
“Are you kidding? I’d love to go!”
Her response was just what he had hoped for. He cupped the side of her face and pulled her into a kiss.
“You’re being straight with me?” she inquired when he released her. �
��I don’t have to give up anything to go?”
“Babe, I’m fucking you either way. I don’t need football tickets for that.”
She seemed to contemplate if there was anything she might be missing. “Okay. Cool. I still think you’re an asshole, though.”
But she no longer sounded mad at him.
“I know,” he said. “Doesn’t bother me a bit, love.”
It wasn’t entirely true. He wondered if, in fact, it would be possible for her to love a man she deemed an asshole?
Chapter Twenty-Six
The alarm went off, and Kimani leaped out of bed, thinking that she was going to be late for work, then realizing she didn’t have a job to go to anymore.
And that was because of Ben.
A man who had devastated her body last night. She was sore in a lot of places, especially between her legs, the interior parts that his cock had decimated. Yet she relished the sensation. Though she was glad he would be out of country, giving her a reprieve, she did look forward to his return.
“Your Asian hottie must be back in the picture,” Keisha remarked after Kimani agreed to Fulani braids.
“Just for three days,” Kimani admitted as she leaned back over a sink for Keisha to wash her hair. “This is more of an I’m-starting-a-new-chapter-in-my-life hairdo.”
“Yeah? What’s the new chapter?”
“Unemployment.”
“Oh no. You serious?”
“I’ve got a severance package, so I’m good for a while,” Kimani replied. Though I should probably be saving my money instead of blowing it on fancy braids.
“You’ll find a new job. Maybe better than the one you had.”
“Maybe.”
“I’m sorry, girl. My uncle works for the waste management company. Maybe they have an opening in their office.”
“Thanks. I’m sure I’ll find something.”
“That’s right. You got those degrees from Stanford and Cal.”
Wanting to keep the conversation on the lighter side, Kimani didn’t tell Keisha that the field of journalism wasn’t easy, no matter what schools one went to. She did, however, feel the need to confide her conflicting emotions to someone, and Keisha wouldn’t let her get away with anything.
“I knew my position at the Tribune probably wasn’t going to last,” Kimani said. “The paper was probably going to close regardless, so it shouldn’t matter that I lost my job because of him.”
“Who?”
“Ben. The ‘Asian hottie.’”
Keisha, working in the leave-in conditioner, stopped. “How’s that?”
“He bought the Tribune and shut it down. I guess I shouldn’t be mad because I got a more generous severance package, when I could have gotten nothing if the paper had simply run out of money.”
“He know you were working there?”
“He did.”
“Is he helping you find a new job?”
“No.” But I did get a childcare center and new basketball courts out of him.
“Then why are you seeing the guy?”
“Because I lost a game of twenty-one.”
Keisha raised an eyebrow. “What now?”
“We had a bet on the game. If I lost, I had to see him for three days.”
“And by ‘see him,’ you mean have sex with him.”
Couldn’t get anything past Keisha, Kimani thought to herself.
“Pretty much,” Kimani acknowledged.
“And I take it this Ben is good in bed.”
You don’t know the half of it. Aloud, Kimani said, “The thing is, I am upset that he shut down the paper.”
“You said the paper was going to close anyway.”
“I see that as dying a natural death. What he did was a gunshot to the head.”
Keisha started brushing out any tangles. “So why’d he do it?”
“He had reasons—legit reasons—but, still, he didn’t have to do what he did.”
“If he had legit reasons, why are you being so hard on him?”
“I don’t know. Because he thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants and get whatever the hell he wants ’cause he has the financial resources.”
“How rich is this guy?”
“As an individual, I’m not sure. According to Forbes, the family is worth over ten billion.”
“If you get tired of this guy, you send him my way.”
“Just ’cause he has money?”
“And you said he has it going on in bed.”
“I didn’t say that, exactly.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Kimani blushed.
“What more do you need in a guy? Hell, if he has ten billion dollars and a halfway decent ass—he has a good ass, right? I can’t take flabby pale asses.”
“He has a killer ass.”
“Then what’s your problem?”
“I have a problem with how he shoves his weight around ’cause he has money.”
“That’s the way of the world, honey. If you’ve got it, why not flaunt it? Don’t resent him for what the good Lord gave him.”
“There are lots of bad people whom the good Lord has granted riches to.”
“Is he one of them?”
“No, but that doesn’t make him any more deserving.”
“Are you trying to right all that’s unfair?”
“I can try to do my part.”
Using the end of a rat-tail comb, Keisha began to part the hair in rows. “So what is it you’re trying to do? Deny him your love so that he doesn’t get to have it all?”
Kimani made a face. “Who said anything about love?”
“You’re not fooling me, girl. See, you brainy types think you can reason or talk through anything, but your feelings—they’re obvious anyway.”
“I have mixed feelings about him.”
“That’s ’cause your brain is getting in the way, trying to make things more complicated than they really are.”
Kimani was silent in thought. Her basketball coach had once advised her not to overthink things. Trust your instincts and let it flow, her coach had said.
“He only wants me for three days,” Kimani said, “then he’s probably back off to China or wherever.”
“Then make the most of your three days, girl.”
Kimani met Keisha’s look in the mirror and smiled. “I should pay you for doing more than my hair.”
“Mmm-hmm. Damn right. Keisha won’t steer you wrong and you get super-sexy braids to boot.”
SPORTING HER NEW BRAIDED swoop, Kimani stopped by Gordon’s campaign headquarters. She didn’t feel like job hunting just yet.
“Kimani, I want to thank you again for putting together that event,” Gordon said to her. “I got a call from East Oakland Kids, and they couldn’t be happier. They even got an anonymous donation of ten thousand dollars today!”
Kimani smiled. “That’s great!”
“And Anthony tells me you’re a top-notch precinct walker. If I get elected, would you want a job at City Hall?”
“Oh wow. Umm...”
“I heard the Tribune closed.”
Kimani wondered if Ben had told his uncle. Probably not. Gordon didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would be okay with a move like that. Not that Ben wouldn’t do it anyway, with or without his uncle’s approval.
“I am in the market for a job,” Kimani said, “and working for you would be an honor.”
“The honor would be mine. So that’s a ‘yes?’”
“For now. I haven’t had a chance to see what’s out there in the field of journalism.”
Gordon nodded. “You just let me know when. My chances of winning have improved today. Dawson Chang just came out with his endorsement.”
“That’s great news, too,” Kimani said, surprised that everything had happened so fast. She was curious if Ben had anything to do with it, but she didn’t want to take away from the possibility that Gordon had earned the endorsement on his own merits.
Later tha
t day, Kimani met up Ron and Robin for drinks where Marissa worked. Ron and Robin were partially recovered and acclimating to their new state of unemployment.
“Do we get to collect unemployment insurance after our severance package ends?” Ron asked.
“Maybe that’s one of the questions Human Resources will answer at the employee meeting on Friday,” Robin said.
“Where’s this meeting again?”
“Some law office downtown. Jones and Finch.”
Kimani recalled the moment she had discovered that Ben was behind the Tribune’s closure. Had she been too self-righteous in her anger?
“Well, I say we make the most of our unemployment,” Ron said. “I’m going to take a trip to Costa Rica.”
“I already threw a pity party for myself and spent all of yesterday shopping,” Robin said, displaying her new handbag.
“What about you, Taylor?”
“I got these braids,” Kimani answered.
Robin fingered one of the beads. “Your braids are gorgeous. I wish I could get my hair done like this, but I don’t want to be accused of cultural appropriation.”
“If it makes you happy—”
Robin shook her head. “We can’t always do what makes us happy.”
“I bet I’d look pretty hot in Fulani braids,” Ron joked.
They ended their evening with a toast to unemployment.
“I might be home late,” Marissa told Kimani as she got ready to leave. “Miguel’s going to be at The Lair.”
“Oh, well, have fun.” Kimani gave her roommate a wink and hug. “You going to be okay returning home alone?”
“Miguel promised to take me home. I told him about the break-in. What about you? It’s kind of late.”
“The police had a talk with Jake, so I don’t think he’s going to try to pull anything—at least not for a while.”
But she was wrong.
After getting dropped off in front of her house, someone came up behind her just as she was about to unlock the door.
“Excuse me, buddy,” she heard behind her.
Before she could turn around, she was shoved face first into the door. Pain exploded at her forehead, and her vision blurred. Two perpetrators were fighting each other, then it seemed a third appeared. At first, she was too shocked and disoriented to do anything. A gun went off, jolting her enough to scream, but a gruff hand covered her mouth and slammed the back of her head to the door. She slumped to the ground.