chapter Nine
Explosive
Toby
I thought Kamara would tell me many things that night I banged on her door. However, I never thought she would tell me she’s a Princess. I’ve debated over and over if it’s possible for me to go to hell for this.
I could probably be beheaded. I’m almost certain of that. I’ve been seeing Kamara for two months now. It’s almost like a high to sneak around with her every chance we get.
I live for our stolen time away. Those moments when it’s just us. When I can freely lean into her and steal as many kisses as I want.
I’m addicted to Kamara. Her face, her smile, her sweet kisses, and the way she touches me like I mean the world to her. I’ve fallen so hard for her. The thought of this being over makes me sick.
I’ve done as much research as I can on Kamara and Kwäzē’s home. According to the information I’ve found, it’s as if they’ve never left. The people believe the entire royal family is still held up in the palace.
Kwäzē’s bride-to-be still awaits him. There wedding is to come, after the royal wedding of the oldest daughter. Kwäzē is to become King one day and Kamara will be Queen. It was strange how the information went cold from there.
I thought about asking Felix to help me on this, but I don’t want to drag anyone else into this. I seriously think I could be in trouble for this. I just don’t care. I would die a thousand deaths for Kamara.
“Toby,” her giggle rings out through my truck.
I inhale her scent, as I bury my face in her neck. I flick my tongue out for a little taste. Perfection, she’s pure perfection.
“Toby, they are honking at you. You have the light,” she laughs.
I groan, as I’m forced to pull my face from her neck. I pull off, tossing a finger to the rearview mirror. Nothing and no one matters when I’m with my girl. Just being in her presence soothes my soul.
I wish I could share with my brothers or my best friend how I feel about this girl, but keeping her is more important to me. I shield our relationship in any way I can. I’ve always felt it my responsibility to protect Kamara.
Now, I just have even more reason to look out for her best interests. Today is one of those times I’m taking care of my girl. Kwäzē was upset last night.
Some shit is going on back in their homeland. Kwäzē wouldn’t reveal what, but from the way he was behaving it isn’t good. Kamara had planned to go spend the day at her parents’ house.
When Kwäzē rushed from the apartment this morning, my gut told me to grab Kamara and take off. She doesn’t need to be stressed over things no one will tell her the truth about.
“When are you going to tell me where we are going?”
I peek over at my girl. The huge smile on her face makes my heart swell. Kamara has this way of laying herself bare before me. Her feelings always show on her face for me.
It’s been this way, since that first night we kissed. It’s that trust that makes me want to wrap her up and keep her safe all the more. I never want anyone else to see the things she reveals to me.
Just think, I haven’t even revealed all she has for me. I want to take things slow with Kamara. I’m in no rush. I vowed two months ago, I would figure out a way we could remain together. It may not have been out loud, but I thought it and I will.
I wink at her and turn back to the road. “You will love it. Just relax,” I laugh.
“You promise,” she sings beside me, reaching to tap the brim of my hat.
I reach over to tickle her. “Yeah, I promise.”
Silence falls in the truck, as our laughter dies down. My mind turns to the future. I know two things for sure. I want to be with Kamara and I want to work for Black and Lock. Everything else I have to figure out, eventually.
Kamara reaches for my hand on my thigh and laces her fingers with mine. I turn my hand over, before rejoining our fingers. Her soft hand fits mine perfectly.
“I wish things could be like this forever,” she says softly.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I smile tightly, not turning to look at her. My chest burns, as I think of things changing between us. Kamara has become like another best friend to me.
“What would the perfect life be like,” Kamara says, with a smile in her voice.
I turn my head to see her looking back at me. She blinks those long lashes at me and I melt in her hands. I know exactly what the perfect life would be like.
“My perfect life would have you in it, as my wife,” I say, with a crooked smile. “We’d finish school, get married, get a place of our own, and we’d start on our house full of kids.”
Kamara ducks her head away and it’s the cutest, sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s still so shy around me. I love that.
I stop at another light and take the chance to steal a kiss. I groan, when she opens her mouth for me. I release her hand to cup the back of her neck and devour her warm mouth.
Horns sound off behind us again. We both laugh, as we part. I shake my head, I can’t believe how caught up I can become in this girl.
Another ten minutes, and we pull into the driveway of my parents’ beach house. No one will be heading out this way this weekend. Wyatt and Noah are out on a bounty. Johnathan is working on a case and Felix is at some type of computer convention or something.
Brax and Ry aren’t allowed up here on their own, yet. Besides, I heard the two of them planning a surf trip out west with some friends. We should be all clear.
Kamara gasps, as the house and the ocean come into view. “This is beautiful,” she gushes, in that husky voice that drives me crazy.
I can’t wait to hear her screaming my name. I know that shit is going to send me over. I shake the thought away. This trip is not for that.
My phone rings, as I go to get out of the car to open her door. “Hold on, I’ll get your door,” I say absently, as I look at the caller ID.
I grind my teeth, when I see it’s Kwäzē. I hate lying to my friend. I think of not answering, but I get the feeling I need to answer.
“What’s up, Bro,” I pick up.
“I need a favor,” Kwäzē answers tightly. “Find my sister and make sure she doesn’t go home tonight. I will explain later. Please Toby, just do this for me.”
“Not a question,” I say, looking into Kamara’s eyes, as I open her door. “Do you need anything else? My family is at your disposal. I can call them in if you need us. Is she in danger?”
“Thank you for the offer. Everyone is where they should be. Just don’t allow her to go home. Be well, friend.”
The call ends, but I don’t like the tone of Kwäzē’s voice, when he ends it. Kamara’s eye search mine with worry. I pull her into my chest and kiss her forehead.
“What is it?” Her voice trembles.
“I don’t know. We’re staying here tonight though,” I kiss the top of her head and squeeze her in my arms.
I release her to reach into the glove compartment of the Range Rover. I pull out my piece and tuck it into my pants. I’m not going to take any chances.
~B~
Kamara
I am nervous. I tried to call my brother, but his phone has been going straight to voice mail. I wish I knew what was going on back home. I have this sick feeling in my stomach.
It’s not like my brother not to answer his phone. I have thought of calling my father, but Daddy never wants me in the middle of things. It is so frustrating.
I have been pacing for the better part of an hour. I know it is not helping anything, but it is all I can do. It is better than nothing. I turn to pace some more, but Toby’s arms wrap my waist halting me.
I sag back against his chest. I feel his strength soak into me. I don’t know what I would do without him. The last two months have been magic.
His lips meet the top of my head and I calm a bit more. I always feel so safe in his arms. Safe and loved. I love Toby more than I thought possible. He keeps a smile on my face.
“Whatever is going on, let them handle it. You’re here safe with me. They’ll be fine. I texted my brother and asked him to ride by and look in. Wyatt will text me back, as soon as he has info for me,” he says, into my hair.
“Maybe you should not have involved your brother,” I say nervously.
“Noah is with him. They’ll be fine, this is what we do. Please, stop worrying, Baby,” Toby pleaded.
I melt at the use of the endearment. I nod and snuggle back against his chest. We stand staring out at the ocean for a little while.
It is so beautiful. I almost get lost in the mesmerizing sight. Toby’s phone breaks the trance, mine buzzes a few seconds after, pulling my own attention. It is a text from Kwäzē.
Kwäzē: All is well.
I don’t believe it for a minute. My brother is never short with me. Not even in text. This dry text is very telling. I don’t even bother replying. I go from being worried to being angry.
I am twenty-one. I think it is time my family stops trying to protect me. There is no need to shield me anymore. I should know what is going on.
“Wyatt says everything looks fine at the house. He’ll stay around there for a while to make sure,” Toby says, as he taps away at his phone.
“I would just like to forget for a little while,” I huff.
A sly smile takes over Toby’s lips. “I think I can arrange that for you. Come here,” he croons.
I move into his open arms. My anger begins to fade as he wraps me in his strong arms. I place my head on his shoulder, while he sways us to a rhythm of his own.
Toby dances us over to the sofa. He sits bringing me into his lap. I curl into him, snuggling into his chest. Toby kisses the top of my head and rubs my back.
Over the last two months, this has become my favorite place to be. It’s not too often that I get to be here. Toby is always so cautious. He doesn’t come to my apartment half as much as I would like him to. Moments like this are so rare for us.
“I miss this. It feels like it’s been too long. I wish we could stay like this and I could forget the rest of the world,” I sigh.
“We could always run away together,” he teases.
My lips turn into a little smile. It’s not a bad idea. Maybe that would end whatever the drama is everyone is keeping from me. I start to day dream of a life on the run with Toby.
I think it would be perfect except for one thing. We would both miss our families too much. Toby is so close with his family. I know keeping us a secret has been weighing on him. The way he speaks with so much admiration for his brothers always warms my heart.
No, we could never runaway. As angry as I am with my father and brother at the moment, I would miss them dearly. It was hard for me, when I was younger. I missed my family terribly. I don’t know if I could go through that again. Even living in a different village as a small child, was hard for me. Although, I don’t remember that time in my life as much.
“Come back to me,” Toby whispers in my ear, bringing me from my thoughts.
I turn my head up to look in his eyes. Toby strokes the side of my face. His eyes convey so many promises. I would think that he could read my every thought. His eyes promise me that security I need so much.
“I love you,” slips through my lips, before I can think better of it.
Toby’s hand stills on my face. His eyes seem to glow, as he looks back at me. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until he speaks.
“I love you more than my own life,” Toby says fiercely.
Before I can release the breath, I’ve been holding and to draw in another, Toby’s lips are pressed to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and return his kiss with everything I am. I allow myself to become lost in Toby.
He groans and deepens the kiss. I begin to grind in Toby’s lap, as I feel him grow beneath me. Toby has been more than patient with me, but I want more. I want to know his true touch.
I break the kiss to straddle his hips. I watch Toby’s eyes, as I start to unbutton my shirt dress. Toby’s lips part and his eyes fill with lust.
“Kamara, we don’t have to do this. That’s not why I brought you here,” Toby rasps, swallowing hard.
I think it is so sexy the way his Adam’s apple bobs, as he swallows again. He licks his lips and forces his eyes away from my lace covered breasts. I went shopping for all new undergarments, upon Cali’s suggestion. Apparently, my rainbow-colored sets were not up to par.
From the look in Toby’s eyes, Cali was right. Toby’s hands have a mind of their own, as they reach into my open dress and caress the skin of my midsection. I shiver from his simple caress.
“I don’t care what you brought me here for. I want to know what it is like to lay with you,” I breathe.
“Do you know what you are asking for,” he says, with his brows wrinkled.
“Yes, I do,” I nod.
“No, baby, you don’t,” Toby frowns.
I close my dress and look away. I start to move from his lap, but Toby tightens his grip on my waist. His hands have been stroking up and down my sides.
“Understand this, Kamara. Where my feet touch, I call it mine. Where my head lies, I call it home. Choose to lie with me if you dare, I will call you my future,” Toby says. He reaches for my chin, turning my face towards his penetrating gaze. “I’m a Black, when we play, we play for keeps. I’m not walking away from you once you let me inside of you.”
“I know what I am asking for,” I reply meeting his heated stare. “I want to make love to you. I want to be yours.”
Toby captures my lips and consumes me with the passion of his kiss. I know in my heart this is the very moment when I’ve chosen Toby over everything else. There is no turning back.
Toby stands with me still in his arms. He grasps my ass in one palm and my thigh in the other. He starts to walk with me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist. My fingers lock in his hair. Toby drops kisses to my lips, as he carries us to our destination.
My stomach quivers with nerves, but I know I want this more than anything. I lean into nip at his full bottom lip. Toby chases my mouth, with his tongue, when I go to pull away.
“Are you sure, Baby,” he asks once more, when we cross the threshold of one of the bedrooms.
“Positive,” I moan.
Toby walks us to the foot of the bed. He releases his hold on me so I can slide down his front. I can feel his length pressing into me. I bite my lip, wondering how much of that is the fabric from his jeans and how much of that is him.
Toby locks eyes with me, as he pushes my dress from my shoulders. It pools on the floor around my bare feet. I kicked my shoes off when we arrived.
Toby squats before me and I’m grateful for my fleshly painted baby blue toe nails. He reaches for one of my ankles, dragging his fingertips over my ankle bone, up my calf and back down.
I fidget, as I watch him watching me. Toby licks his lips, causing me to convulse and he hasn’t done anything to me yet. I look away, embarrassed that I can’t handle a simple touch from him.
“Never look away, when I touch you,” Toby gives the soft command. “My touch should set your body on fire. No matter where I touch you.”
His fingers glide up further, this time moving to the front of my thigh, before disappearing between my legs. Toby hooks his fingers in the crotch of my panties, pulling the soaked fabric away from my skin. I groan, when his fingers slightly graze my weeping folds.
“Toby, I whimper out,” his eyes snap up, from staring at my treasure.
He’s silent as he gazes at me. His free hand taps my foot, guiding me to lift it out of my panties. When both of my feet are free, Toby lifts the fabric to his nose and inhales. My mouth falls open, when he sticks the fabric in his mouth and sucks.
“Don’t look so shocked. I plan to have my mouth everywhere,” he says through that sly smile. “I’m gonna eat that pussy, then that ass. I meant it when I said I like to lick things. When they belong to me, my mouth is every fucking where.”
I feel my juices gush between my legs. I don’t know what to think or say. Maybe I have gotten in over my head. I have never done any of this. Toby was my first kiss. The furthest we have gone in the last two months is Toby squeezing my butt here and there.
“Don’t think, just feel,” Toby croons, as his hands move up my legs, over my stomach to my breasts. He cups both in his palms, testing their weight.
He leans in to kiss my belly. My head falls back, when his tongue flicks out over my skin. I moan and shift on my feet. I am surprised when my breasts bounce free.
Toby removes my bra so effortlessly, tossing it to the side. He palms my backside, pulling me forward, as his mouth latches onto my left nipple. He sucks it into his warm, wet mouth.
He only teases me briefly. Returning to his full squat, he buries his face between my legs. He inhales, before flicking his tongue out to taste just the slit. I’m so happy I let Cali talk me into waxing down there.
“Fuck,” Toby hisses. “You taste so good. Damn, I’m going to eat the shit out of this pussy. Part your legs for me.”
He squeezes my butt to punctuate his command. I part my legs for him, as he reaches to cup my sex. His thumb makes circles down there that make me wet and cause me to shiver. My fingers push in his hair, helping me to anchor to something.
“Yes,” I sigh.
“You like that,” Toby chuckles.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he nods, dragging the same thumb through my folds.
In the next motion, my leg is tossed over his shoulder, his face disappearing between my thighs. I feel his warm mouth capture the lips of my secret place. I throw my head back again.
“Mmm,” Toby moans.
I can’t stop my hips from rocking into his face. The more I rock, the deeper he pushes his face. Toby attacks my sex with vigor. I didn’t think this could or would feel so incredible. I tried to masturbate once. It was not that great. This…this is amazing.
“Toby,” I cry out, I come so hard, I draw into myself.
Toby pulls back. “I’m not done,” he lifts to his full height.
Pulling his shirt over his head, Toby reveals his hard, sexy body. I reach out wanting to touch his skin. It is smooth and warm to the touch. His delicious scent permeates the room, blanketing me. He reaches in his pocket, pulling out a foil packet, palming it.
I smile at him and lift a brow. “Pretty prepared for someone not expecting this,” I tease.
“In my line of work, you should always be prepared for anything,” he wiggles his brows.
I laugh, as he continues to undress. I run my fingers all over his chest. His skin is so warm, almost feverish.
When he is standing before me in only his tented boxer briefs, he reaches for my waist. His arm wraps around me, as he walks me back towards the bed. He lays me down, climbing onto the bed over me.
I get my first taste of me, when his lips take mine. I don’t know what I expect, but it’s not nasty like I thought it would be. I like it. I stick my tongue into his mouth, wanting more.
Toby has other ideas. He makes his way down my body, stopping at my breast to suck the right one into his mouth. He takes his time this round, reaching between my legs to stroke my wetness.
I squirm, arching off the bed. His warm mouth on my nipple is like a direct line to my core. I come again, gasping for air and relief from this slow torture. Toby is relentless.
My breast pops free from his lips and he continues down my body. I pant and cover my face, feeling the sweat that is gathering on my forehead and collarbone. Toby scoops his arms under my thighs and settle his self between my legs.
“One more, I’ll take you after this one,” he says, with such promise.
His golden eyes remain on mine, as he lowers his mouth onto me. I writhe mindlessly beneath him, until I feel his tongue in a foreign place. I yelp and buck off the bed. Toby tightens his hold and continues to assault my tight ring.
Toby pushes a finger into my waiting sex. I keen loudly. I feel like I’m on sensory overload. I find a spot on the ceiling to focus on.
“Baby, look at me. You’re so close, I want to watch you come,” he rasps.
I shift my eyes to his. The want I see there is enough to break me. Toby adds another finger, working to drive me to the end of my sanity. I’m breathless as my orgasm consumes everything. I feel like my heart is going to explode in my chest.
“Toby,” I manage to cry with my last ounce of breath.
I close my eyes and stars burst behind my lids. The bed shifts under me. I open my eyes to see Toby stalking up my body slowly.
He brushes my hair from my face, pecking my lips. “I will always please you, I will always cover you with all I am. I will show you I’m worthy of you, Princess. You will always be the queen of my heart,” Toby says, with determination in his voice.
“I love you,” I whimper.
Toby lowers his body onto mine. I don’t know when he removed his boxers, but I can feel his condom covered flesh pressing against me. I feel the heat coming off of him, as he lines up with my entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” he grunts, while pushing into me.
“Okay,” I nod.
I dig my fingers into his back, as he enters my body. We both look down between us. My eyes round, when I see what has yet to enter me. I can feel the girth and length that’s already inside me.
I can’t fathom how he plans to get more in there. Seeming to sense my panic and reluctance. Toby takes my lips in a searing kiss. He stills, not moving any further. When I relax beneath him, opening to his kiss, he pushes further inside.
It stings at first, as he breaks through my barrier. I inhale, as he continues to rock back and forth. It takes some time, but the pain starts to give way to pleasure.
I lift my legs back and wrap them high on Toby’s back. He reaches for my right hip, picking up his pace, only to slow down again. At first, I think I’m doing something wrong. Then, I realize he is setting a pace with the fast, shorter strokes, followed by the slower, long ones.
“Fuck, this the best pussy I’ve ever had,” Toby growls. “So fucking tight and wet. You taste good and feel good.”
“Toby, oh, God, I don’t know if I can,” I plea.
“You can, Baby. You will, I feel like I’ve waited forever for you. I’d wait another eternity for this,” he rasps.
I release his back and fist the bedspread. Toby licks the sweat from my collarbone, up to my chin. It is enough to trigger another orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah,” Toby roars.
It is the last thing I hear, before I feel his hot seed spill into the barrier between us. My heavy lids close and I pass out. I pass out with a smile on my lips. I just had sex with Toby Black.
~B~
Toby
Sex with Kamara was pure explosive. I’ve never lost my mind inside of pussy the way I lost it with her. Her snug body was so tight, but the perfect fit for me.
I had been worried about hurting her. I should’ve been worried about her ruining me for all other women. I already didn’t want another woman other than Kamara. She only sealed that fact, by giving me the best pussy I’ve ever had.
Yeah, my brothers would hand me my ass for these thoughts. Right now, me and my shit eating grin could care less. I run my fingers up and down Kamara’s silky back.
I was prepared to wait months before taking things this far. I think Kamara and I both know something serious is happening back in her home. Kwäzē’s call created a tension between us.
Let’s be honest. Kamara and I are walking on egg shells. The fear of losing each other is heightened with everything that’s going on with her family.
Being in the dark, not knowing what I’m truly up against makes this so much more intense. I love Kamara so much. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to give her up.
I wouldn’t do it without a fight. I’m not delusional either. I know she’s a princess and that comes with responsibilities. I feel like I’ve age twenty years, in the last few hours.
We’ve taken this to a new level. There is no going back from here. I don’t know what to say to my friend. I have no idea how to tell him I’m completely in love with his sister.
“Mmm, I’m hungry and your thinking too loudly,” Kamara laughs sleepily.
I chuckle and slap her fat ass. I can’t wait to have another taste of her. My chest swells when I think of how well my girl took me.
“What do you want to eat?” I yawn.
“Pizza,” she answers with a smile in her voice.
“Why pizza?” I draw back to look down at her, in my arms.
“It is what I had the first time you treated me,” Kamara giggles.
I furrow my brow. “When?”
“Before Nellie moved away,” Kamara starts.
“Oh, shit. You remember that,” I laugh. “You know you never did tell me what channel the Smurfs were on.”
Kamara gives a full belly laugh. “I still watch them from time to time,” she says, with that beautiful smile.
I kiss her forehead. “I’ll run you a bath, then I’ll order a pie. You want anything else?”
“Pineapple soda,” she replies, with that shy smile.
“You got it,” I say and sit up.
“Wait, Toby,” Kamara calls reaching for my arm.
I look back at her and lift a questioning brow. Her face turn serious. My heart sinks. If she tells me she regrets all of this, it will make me feel like complete shit.
“This had nothing to do with everything that is going on back home, for me. I cannot change who I am. I will have to face that someday, but you will come first, for me,” Kamara says softly.
I lean to peck her lips. “You can’t promise that, Princess. You will have to do what’s right for your people. I will have to live with knowing this, but I do know it. You don’t get to be selfish when a people are depending on you,” I say truthfully.
Kamara reaches to push her fingers through my hair. “Spoken like a king,” she says with a small smile.
I reach for her fingers and bring them to my lips. I vow in my heart I will guard her from all of this for as long as I can. I will give Kamara the normal life of a twenty-one-year-old, for as long as I’m able to, but make no mistakes when the time comes, I will fight with everything I have.