Dropping In

I miss Kaye so much it hurts. If I get a call about someone targeting my family—or any other shit that will make me have to turn around before I get to my woman to spend at least a few days with her—I’m going to lose my shit. No lie, I’m setting some shit on fire, blowing some shit up, feeding a few motherfuckers to the dogs.

I just want my girl. I need to be wrapped up in Kaye for as long as I can. I need to inhale her for a few hours before I let her up for air. I ache to have those thick thighs wrapped around me.

Kaye has been sounding a lot happier the last few months. The first few weeks I was sure she was going to come back home. She wouldn’t say it, but she was miserable. I heard it in her voice.

She tried to hide it because I had so much going on, but I know things weren’t going smoothly for her. Connie would only tell me that Kaye was trying to adjust. I got the feeling it was deeper than that.

I haven’t told anyone that I’m flying in. I wanted to surprise Kaye. In a family as big as mine, I’ve learned that surprises only happen when you act fast and keep them to yourself.

I’m surprised no one has spilled to Kaye that I planned to propose twice. It’s probably because the first time my mom and dad were the only ones that knew. This last time Kaye was gone before anyone could let the cat out of the bag.

My lips turn up as I think of the day when I finally get to place a ring on her finger. It’s going to happen. This visit was a little too impromptu for me to move forward this time.

Rolling up to the cottage, I can’t park fast enough. The lights are still on inside, which means Kaye is most likely still awake. It’s ten in the evening here.

The nearly eleven hour flight and the nine hour time difference is kicking my ass, but I’m not going to let that stop me. I feel my second wind kicking in just from knowing Kaye is in that house.

Cutting the car off, I retrieve my bag and a bouquet of roses. I start for the front of the house. When I push into the door, my smile falls from my lips. Kaye is sitting in the middle of the living room floor with a big ass ginger and he isn’t one of my cousins.

They both turn towards the door I just walked through. When the guy sees me, he stands as if he’s ready to fight. I drop my bag, but before I can take a step or toss the flowers, Kaye gasps and rushes across the room.

She has those thighs wrapped around my waist, as she jumps into my arms and locks around me. Her soft lips are on mine, while she cups my face. My arms brace her weight against me with my arms under her thighs, still holding onto the bouquet in one palm.

When I groan into her mouth she pulls away with a giggle, kissing all over my face. I look over her shoulder at the guy standing in the middle of my woman’s home. His look of disappointment both pisses me off and satisfies me at the same time.

Kaye seems to have forgotten all about her guest. Her arms wrap around my neck, squeezing the life out of me. I rub her back soothingly as her emotions hit me. She’s not crying, but I can sense so much going in within her embrace.

She has needed me more than she let on. I knew with everything in me it was time to make this trip. It was almost as if I could feel her heart calling for mine as much as I felt my own calling for hers.

“I’m here now,” I murmur when she tucks her face into my neck, pulling my attention back to her.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she says on a sigh.

It’s the sound of coming home after a long day and finally getting to rest your feet. She nuzzles my neck with her nose inhaling me. The cutest purr comes from her lips. I chuckle, turning to kiss her temple.

“I should be going, lass,” the dude clears his throat and says.

I frown, picking up the Scottish note to his timbre. I still don’t know who he is or why he’s here and I don’t like it. I place Kaye on her feet as she slides down my front. She takes the flowers from my hand, clutching them to her chest.

“Oh shoot, Jacob. I’m sorry. This is my boyfriend,” Kaye says softly.

I look at her wondering why she’s whispering. Kaye places a finger to her lips, leading me closer to the couch and this Jacob dude. He holds out his hand, drawing my eyes to it.

Kaye gives me a nudge so I take his hand, but I put all my strength into the shake. He returns the gesture, trying to keep a straight face. I can see in his eyes he wants to pull back. I release his hand, turning to the couch that was out of my view when I entered the cottage.

Dae-Dae and two little gingers are fast asleep, all leaning against each other. It clicks in my head, these two must be Max and Gracie. Dashawn has been talking about them for months now. I think they made the difference for him.

I was concerned about him in the beginning. He whined for me a lot when I would call. Once he met his new friends, they were all he’s talked about since.

“I’ll collect my wee uns and go,” Jacob says.

“Thanks for dinner. I know they all had a ball,” Kaye replies, placing the bouquet down on the coffee table.

“I should be thanking you,” Jacobs cheeks redden.

“It was fun,” Kaye giggles.

“You work on the set?” I ask.

“Aye, I play Tristan. The leading role,” Jacob says, his chest puffing up.

He says it like it means something. I don’t give two shits. I know who the really Tristan is. I think his ass should as well.

I chuckle. “I enjoyed being the muse for that character. Actually, I love any time I can give her a new hero to write about.”

Kaye places a hand over her brow and dips her head. I can see her cheeks glowing. She’s probably going to tell me off when this guy leaves.

Fuck it. At least he knows.

“You’re a lucky man,” he murmurs, lifting the two children in his arms. “Some would kill to have a lass like her in their life.”

“Or get killed trying,” I boom.

“Goodnight, Jacob. Enjoy your weekend. I’ll see you guys on Monday,” Kaye rushes out.

“Aye, Monday,” Jacob grumbles, heading out with the two children.

Kaye follows to open the door. A car is waiting outside. He most have called for his driver when Kaye and I were wrapped up in each other.

Kaye closes the door behind them once they are all tucked into the car. Shrugging out of my jacket, I turn for Dae-Dae to get him into his bed. Kaye follows behind me silently. I’m not sure her silence is a good thing. I can feel the daggers she’s tossing into my back.

I move quickly to get Dashawn into his pajamas, like I’ve done a million times. He is knocked out for the count. He must have had an exciting day.

Placing a kiss on his forehead, I turn out the light and leave to close the door behind us. Kaye stops outside of the room with her hands on her hips. I know that scowl. I didn’t come all this way to fight.

I duck to kiss her lips but she turns her face from me. Fine, she wants to set a challenge, I’m game. Reaching for one of her hands, I lace my fingers with hers.

I go to retrieve my bag before leading her to the master bedroom. Kaye doesn’t protest, but she’s not yielding completely either. I can still tell she’s stewing.

Entering the room, I place my bag on the bed. Releasing her hand, I dig out my glasses a bottle of champagne and the book I bought for her. I see the little smile that twitches at the corner of her lips. She still won’t give in though.

I put on my glasses, taking the book and champagne into the bathroom with me. I set the items on the counter top, moving for the claw foot tub to run the bath water. I find the bubble bath I’ve been shipping over once or twice a month in her care packages.

I always send little things to let her know I’m thinking of her. Books I hear her mention, because although she’ll read on her e-reader, she prefers to read paperbacks. Socks to keep her feet warm, when she mentions missing my heat. Candy she can’t find here.

Name it, I try to send whatever I know will place a smile on her face. The bright smiles I get over facetime whenever I send something over makes my life. Dashawn’s happy squeals are just icing on the cake. I never leave him out. I send him his own package every time.

Pouring the vanilla and pineapple scented liquid into the bath, I watch the bubbles form. I turn to find Kaye leaning against the doorjamb watching me, still fighting to keep that smile from her lips. I keep my eyes on her, as I come out of my shirt and toss it to the floor.

“Come here, baby,” I coax.

Kaye

Believe it or not, Jacob is the one reason I didn’t walk off set and say screw it all. Rodney was working my nerves until Jacob set him straight in front of everyone. We truly have become friends.

I adore his son and daughter. They are so sweet, cute, and funny. Dashawn loves them. They have all become best friends.

I haven’t mentioned much about Jacob to Felix just because of this reaction. I’ve seen the Blacks and the way they are with their women. Watching Wyatt with Nellie, Noah with Bean, and the times Felix and I have gone out. I knew this wasn’t going to go over well.

I fold my arms over my chest, not budging from my spot. Trust me, the sound of his voice has my nipples hard and my core trying to drag me to him. I, however, allow my mind to remain steadfast.

“Suit yourself,” he purrs, unzipping his jeans and stepping out of his shoes.

He pushes his pants down, stepping out of them. I fight not to bite my lip when his length bounces at attention. He’s not playing fair. Those glasses, that body, and he bought champagne and a book.

“Where are you going?” he calls after me when I turn to leave out of the bathroom.

“I’ll be back,” I coo.

I sway my hips on my way to the kitchen. Taking my time, I fetch two glasses for the champagne. I allow the smile I’ve been fighting, when I think of the strawberries Dean and I found at the market yesterday. We spent last night dipping them in chocolate with Dae-Dae. There should still be a plate of them left.

Dean took off to explore with Connie this morning. I doubt she’ll be returning anytime soon. Grandma McGowan offered to babysit if I wanted to go. I almost took her up on the offer until Jacob’s little ones asked for a play date with Dae-Dae.

Jacob looked like he could use a break and an adult to talk to for a bit. His schedule is insane on the set. When he’s not working he is always with his kids. My heart hurts for him. I can see when his mind wonders. His story is one out of a book.

I hope someday he finds the right one for him. Felix didn’t have to behave the way he did. I see Jacob more like a big brother if anything.

I giggle to myself. It was kind of hot to watch Felix stake his claim, although unnecessary. Jacob has known from the beginning that I’m in a committed relationship. I think I’ve talked his ear off about Felix enough times already.

Turning back for my room, as much as I want to run to him, I take my time making my way back. I mean, he threatened to kill Jacob. I know Felix well enough to know that was not an idle threat.

When I get back to the bathroom, I expect him to be in the tub. Instead, he has his naked butt propped against the counter. His tanned skin catches my attention. I can tell he’s been surfing lately.

I take my time to admire the artwork on his ribs. The picture of Dae-Dae and me always takes my breath away. It’s so realistic.

My eyes lower to that killer v and the trail that leads down it. I feel like a waterfall starts between my legs. It’s been so long since we’ve been together.

I tear my eyes away, remembering his words and treatment of my friend. My arms cross my chest, mirroring his stance. I don’t close the distance between us. He doesn’t move to close it either.

Nope, he reaches for the champagne as if we’re standing in the middle of the kitchen. He opens it, then holds his hand out for the glasses. I take a step forward to hand them to him and groan internally.

Well played.

He has a sexy crooked smile on his lips. He knows exactly what he’s doing and I fell right in. I hand him the glasses. Trying to recover my dignity, I reach past him to place the plate of strawberries on the counter. I turn to exit the bathroom.

His arm with the glasses clenched in his hand snakes around my waist. I’m drawn back against his heated body and I can’t help but to melt into him. His lips meet the skin on my neck and I can’t remember why we’re standing off in the first place.

“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” he whispers in my ear.

“There’s nothing to tell. He’s my friend. Our kids play together and share a nanny on set,” I answer.

“That’s on set. Why was he in our home?”

“First of all, Felix. This is my home, I can in—”

“Wrong,” he cuts me off. “Where ever you are is our home. Whether I’m here twenty-four seven or not,” he says.

There is something in his voice that sends chills through my body. Not in a bad way. It’s confident, possessive, demanding, and dark. Almost like a challenge for me to deny him this. I’m tempted to deny his words, wanting to know where that road can lead to.

He places the glasses down. His hands go to cup my breasts over my sweater. His erection is poking me in the butt. I cover his hands with mine.

“Excuse me,” I say, halting his motion.

“I plan to be here for only a week. And that is only if something crazy doesn’t call me back to work. We can fight about some dude that could never be me and ruin an entire night. Or, we can get in that bath tub, sip this champagne while I read you that book, and then make love until you can’t take me anymore,” he breathes into my ear.

He has a valid point. I haven’t seen him in over three months. I can fuss at him later. The thought of him getting called away before I get to have him for an entire week changes everything.

Yet, I’m still not giving in the easy way. I grin to myself. I have a trick or two for Felix. With a wicked smile on my face, I step out of his hold.

I hear the huff he releases before I turn to face him. He’s convinced I’m going to be stubborn. I am, just not the way he thinks I am.

When I face him, he has a frown on those sexy lips. His ass is once again propped against the countertop and his arms are folded over his chest. He’s giving me attitude, while it’s sexy as all hell, he can save it.

I move to the sound system in the bathroom. I make quick work of turning the music on low. I grin when the playlist from the last time I masturbated for him on camera comes on. That was another of our hot sessions.

I move back to the center of the bathroom. Bunching my dress up in my fist, I get the hem into my hands. Slowly, I tug the dress over my head, to the sound of Ginuwine crooning “So Anxious.”

I drop the dress to the floor and rock to one leg, dropping my hip. I secretly smile to myself. I never removed the knee high black leather heeled boots I wore to work.

Those gold eyes blaze from behind his glasses. He’s watching me as intently as I’ve always imagined he watches the footage of me on those cams. His eyes swipe me from head to toes and slowly back again.

When I see he’s had his fill. I reach behind my back and unfasten my bra. I hold it out to the side and drop it to the floor. Sliding my other hand down my front, I slip it into my panties. I sink my teeth into my lip as I keep my eyes on him.

I see his nostrils flare. He knows this is a battle of wills just as much as I do. One of us is going to break, I’m determined for it not to be me.

I pull my hair free from its bun, letting my curls spring free. His lips kick up into a sexy smile. His tongue peeks out to wet his bottom lip.

Oh, I have him. He’s going to make the first move. I stand there in my boots and panties, working my core, challenging him to come for it.

Widening my stance, I start to rock my hips. His jaw ticks but he doesn’t move from the vanity. His erection twitches, pointing straight at me like a warning.

I don’t take the warning. Instead, I pull my hand from my panties and bring my fingers to my lips. Licking my fingers clean, then suck them into my mouth. They make a popping sound when I release them.

It’s the final straw. He pushes off the counter lightning fast. One minute my feet are planted to the floor the next they are in the air. Felix is on his knees, with my legs over his shoulders supporting my weight.

He laps at me through the lace of my panties. One arm is banded around my waist, the other is maneuvering to unzip my boot. I hold on with one arm, reaching with the other to shove my panties to the side to give him access.

I wiggle my foot when he has the boot unzipped. It falls to the floor as he shifts, switching arms. He works on the other boot, while his mouth works on me.

I look down my body to see his glasses smashed against his face, with fogged lenses. I don’t know why that turns me on so much, but it does.

With my boots free of my feet, I feel like teasing him a bit more. I shove and wiggle my way free. He looks up at me with red cheeks and blazing eyes.

I back up to the tub and climb inside. Once in, I sink into the bubbles. The water covers my breasts, but not my thick thighs. I hook one leg over the side of the tub. Pinching one nipple, I slip my other hand into the water and start to finish the job he was just calling his own.

He lifts to his towering height, watching me. Reaching for his shaft, he starts to stroke. The movement derails my entire plan. I can’t take my eyes off the glorious sight he makes.

His eyes on me, the slow strokes—it’s all enough to send me over. The water splashes as I truly lose myself. I cry out and he makes a rough growling noise.

Felix is in the bathtub with me before I can truly come down from my climax. I’m seeing stars when he thrusts into me beneath the water. It’s been too long since I’ve had him inside of me.

“Felix,” I whimper.

Felix

That little show has me so turned on, I can’t see straight. I don’t even take care for my knees. I thrust into Kaye like I’ve lost something inside her sweet tight pussy.

It’s too good to stop. I push her legs into her body to open her up for me. I use every single tight inch of the tub to maneuver my way into her. I hiss through my teeth when I feel her tightening around me.

Water is splashing, Kaye’s crying out, and I’m growling with ecstasy charging through my veins. She cups the back of my neck, pulling me to her lips. I devour her sweet mouth.

She moans as her own taste hits her tongue. I stick my tongue deep into her mouth so she can get a better taste. I break the kiss, grasping her throat as I dive forward.

Kaye’s eyes roll. I can feel her on the verge of coming. Kaye reaches to clear the fog from my glasses. We lock eyes and both smile.

“I’m coming, babe. Don’t let me come alone,” she purrs.

I suck my lip into my mouth and groan. This girl doesn’t know how sexy she is. Everything about her is hot as fuck.

“Fuck,” I roar as I spill into her.

I collapse against her, releasing her legs while burying my face into her neck. This is the way to come home. I care about why we were fighting. I’m just happy to have her in my arms.

She begins combing her hand through my hair. I want to stay like this forever. Nestled between her legs, wrapped in her love. It’s my favorite place in the world.

“You missed daddy, didn’t you?” I chuckle into her neck after a few minutes.

“Whatever, Felix,” she giggles. “Get to pampering Mister. You can apologize to me and my friend later.”

“Um,” I kiss her lips. “He can hold his breath for that.”

Kaye swats at me, but I move away too quickly. I stand up out of the water and hold my hand out to her. She gives me a puzzled look.

“You wasted our warm water,” I tease. “Let’s snuggle in bed, with the champagne and book. We can try this again later.”

“I wasted the warm water?” she scoffs.

“Yes, you. Now come on,” I smile down at her.

She shakes her head, but places her small hands in mine. Pulling her up, I tug her against my naked body. My arms go around her, holding tight.

“I missed you,” I murmur.

“Missed you too. I’m glad you’re here. Always right on time,” she says and sighs.

“Always.”

Kaye

I’m in bliss. Felix has always been the perfect boyfriend. Sending random gifts, calling at all the right moments, and showing up just when I need him. I truly couldn’t ask for more.

“This shit isn’t half as good as your work. It’s putting me to sleep,” he grumbles, placing the book down and kissing my shoulder.

I laugh, turning my head to look at him. He pecks my lips, tightening his arms around me. He starts to rock us from side to side.

“Why are you so in love with love?” he asks out of nowhere.

I think about the question. It’s a good one. I never thought about it before.

“Honestly, I think it’s because I’ve always been around it. Think about it. My parents, my grandparents, your parents, Danny and Alberto—I’ve seen so many forms of love.

“I was so angry at Alberto in the beginning. Danny’s entire situation just sucked. Love shouldn’t end the way it did for him, but I don’t think he would have had it any other way.

“He was into that tragic love stuff. It’s how I got into reading romance. I guess I owe Danny the credit,” I pause and laugh.

“What?” he breathes against my cheek.

“There’s one more factor,” I admit. “I’ve always romanticized us,” I say. Chuckling I offer up one more admission. “I’ve been planning our wedding since junior high.”

“I can’t wait to see what all you’ve been planning,” he replies.

I turn to look up at him searching his face. He doesn’t have a single hint of mocking in his features. My heart pounds in my chest.

I won’t dare ask him what I’m thinking. The Blacks have a reputation for being playboys. I’ve never seen that in Felix as much as the others, but I won’t say a part of me doesn’t wonder.

I come with so much. I’ve never thought as far as marriage. At least, not in the realistic seen. I’ve daydreamed about it of course. I remember him hinting at children before, but still.

“Don’t look so surprised, Kaye. You know how I feel. For keeps, remember?”

“Yeah, but—”

I don’t get to finish my thought. Felix’s phone begins to ring. He kisses my forehead while reaching for it. I hold my breath until he hangs up.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He reassures me once he ends the call. “I just need to work for a bit. Are you writing tonight?”

“Yeah, I planned to,” I respond.

“Cool, sit with me. We can work together.”

“Okay,” I sing, happy I get to have him at least for another few hours.

Please let him be able to stay the week.