Kyle and Breanna rejoined the couple in the kitchen. Breanna finished setting the table so they
could eat.
Cutting a piece of pork Kyle popped it into his mouth and savored the taste of the succulent seasoned meat
flavoring over his tongue. “This is
great as usual, Brea. She’s a beast in the kitchen,” Kyle said taking another
bite.
Breanna took a sip of water and swallowed. “Thank you.”
Jerry pointed his fork at Kyle. “What exactly is going on
between you two?”
“Jerry!” Katelyn cut him a glance. “That is none of our business and not polite
to ask.”
“Why not? Brea is
my homie. Just because we’re not
together doesn’t mean I don’t care what happens to her. If this dude is in her life, I want to know.”
Kyle saw Breanna’s small frame slide further down in her
chair. If she sunk any lower she would
be under the table. He had to think of
something to get these people out of her house.
Jerry really didn’t comprehend what he was doing her.
“So, guy, what’s up with you and Brea?” Jerry asked again.
Kyle took a sip of water and placed his napkin on the
table. Breanna replaced the bottle of
wine with water to respect Katelyn’s pregnancy.
“What do you want to know about me and Brea? Any how do I tell you so you don’t cop an
attitude knowing we’re sleeping together?”
Jerry’s large hand crushed the soft dinner roll. “Why
don’t you just tell me what’s up and let me worry about my attitude.”
Breanna pushed her plate away. “Jerry, stop. You have a beautiful woman about to bear you
twins. What Kyle is to me is none of
your business.”
“What are you hiding, Brea? If you’re with this dude what’s the big deal
in letting me know that.”
“He’s here with me and that should be enough!”
Jerry chewed his food with a slight sneer on his face.
“Just as I thought, he’s a poser. This
is Lakewood and most of the men that live here are…” He finished his sentence by making a
derogatory gesture with his hand.
Kyle knew too well what that gesture meant. He moved to Lakewood ignoring the stigma
attached to the community located along the Gold Coast. As far as he was concerned, a person’s
personal preference for love was their business. The only people he had a problem with were
those like Frances. She alone had
anesthetized his feelings where he no longer cared to love anyone.
He felt Breanna’s body go come alive on his lap. Her arms curled around his neck bringing him closer to her. He cleared the plates closest to him off the table with one swoop of his hand sending them crashing to the floor. He sat her down and stood between her legs that were propped up on the chair.
Though his eyes were closed he peeked to see Jerry and
Katelyn watching them, stunned and in pure disbelief of their racy
performance. The strawberry cake that
was for dessert sat in the center of the table uncut. He reached over and ran his index finger
along the cake gathering it full of icing.
He spread the thick icing on Breanna’s lips and licked and sucked the
icing from her face making sure every drop of the sweet cream was gone.
An involuntary moan escaped her lips as he pulled at her
bottom lip to lick and bite on gently.
The act turned sultry when he released her from the kiss and stuck his
finger in her mouth for her to suck the remainder of the icing off. He didn’t know if she was pretending or not
but her mouth moved up and down on his finger to wipe it clean and stimulate
him to the point anxiety rushed through him.
A strong flood of lust washed over him. He attacked her neck, nibbled her earlobe, and
kissed down her chest thought the thin material of her top. He forgot other people were in the room and
released a guttural moan. Just as it was
getting good for him, Jerry’s thunderous voice brought them to a screeching
halt.
“Damn, y’all! Break it up already!”
Kyle sat down pulling Breanna on his lap and putting his
arms around her waist to keep her steady.
He knew she felt what was going on by the way she tried to adjust
herself on his lap. “Does that prove to
you I’m not gay, or do you need me to keep demonstrating?” Kyle asked
sarcastically.
Katelyn wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and
drank down the rest of the ice water in her glass.
“Oh my, that was one-helluva
of a hot kiss.”
Jerry shot his intended bride an unpleasant look. “Keep the
comments to yourself, please.”
Breanna eased off Kyle’s lap and stumbled back to her
seat. “Sorry about that. We tend to get carried away.”
Her hands were shaking as she wiped her mouth with her
napkin. Kyle grinned. Frances had never accused him of not
satisfying her sexually. The bedroom was
the only place in the relationship she let him have total control. She wobbled like a bowl of Jell-O once he got
her under his control.
He took their farce a step further and kissed the back of
Breanna’s hand. “We’ll continue later when we’re alone. You’ve got me all worked up now.” A rosy tint covered her cheeks as she smiled
at him. He couldn’t say the same for
Jerry. The man’s face had doubled in
size as he seethed.
Jerry’s hand hit the table rattling the
dishes. “Y’all made me lose my appetite
swapping spit like that.”
Kyle is the man
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