Page 18 of Hooked on Loving Him

Slowly opening my eyes, I turn in his direction, and my heart stalls momentarily when I see the grin on his lips, completely transforming his countenance.

“Do you and my upholstery need another minute or two alone? I’m willing to take one for the team if you do.” He smirks.

Asshole.

“No,” I grumble.

“Kayshon Patton,” he says, extending his hand toward me as a panty-melting smile appears that has me clenching my thighs tighter.

“Rebecca,” I say, smirking as a deep and throaty chuckle bounces around the vehicle like it's being hit repeatedly by a snare drum.

“Quit bullshitting. Even in your past life, that name wouldn’t have suited you. What do you want me to call you?” His eyes flash with merriment before quickly transitioning to something that causes the air to evaporate, causing me to bite my bottom lip.

Damn, it's hot in here all of a sudden.

“While you assault your lip, can I tell you something?”

“Something about our interactions doesn’t feel foreign. I didn’t know why I came this way until I saw the smoke flowing from your car.”

*bzzz*

Ringing sounds through the speakers cause Kayshon to grimace when a name and number flash on his dashboard. “Excuse me for a second,” he says before hitting the button to answer the call. “What’s good?”

“Did you forget your ass is supposed to be here right now? I’m trying to give the twins a playmate,” a husky voice says.

“You ain’t right for trying to give Masani Irish twins,” Kayshon says.

“Don’t worry about my wife. Focus, nigga. Where are you?” The man’s voice deepens with aggression, causing me to shift in my seat, knowing I was the reason for Kayshon not being where he had been heading.

A flush creeps across my cheeks as my chin dips low. I contemplate telling Kayshon that I’ll call someone else to come and help me out of my current predicament.

*boom… boom*

Thunder rocks not only the foundation of the ground, but me as well. I jump from the loud sound as warmth fills me when I feel a lone digit caressing my index finger, reminding me that Kayshon has yet to release my hand. Lifting my gaze from the floor, I see Kayshon’s penetrating, dark orbs assessing me with care and concern that settles within my extremities, calming me instantly.

“Bro, you good? Where are you?” The voice coming through the speaker has me disconnecting the eye contact between Kayshon and me.

“Have Jawaan come over until I can get there, big bro. I’m tied up at the moment and can’t leave until I take care of this business,” Kayshon says.

This business… hold up. Is he talking about me?

No, he’s talking about the clueless woman in his passenger seat.

I bite my inner cheek to keep from responding to the comeback from my conscience since I’m not alone and don’t want this man to think I’m touched.

“Hell nah. Ms. Aretha is here visiting Mycah and Kiara. I’ll just ask her to hang tight until you show up. The last time our little brother kept the girls, Masani threatened to withhold my pussy for a week.”

“Bet. I don’t mean to rush you, Kyce, but I gotta go. Remind me to ask for the details of this story later, though,” Kayshon says, hitting the button to end the call.

“My best friend’s name is Mycah. That is so cool,” I say, smiling.

“That’s cute or whatever, but fuck your friend. What’s your name?” Kayshon asks in a deep, throaty octave that hits me directly in my nether region.

“A-Ashari,” I say weakly.

“Sexy name for an even sexier woman. I’m kidnapping your ass for a few hours once we get this car situated,” Kayshon declares.

Uh… what?

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