Page 39 of Trust Issues
Typical Kyle.
“Listen, sweetheart, as much as I would love to give you orgasm after orgasm something extremely important came up with my brother and I have to go check on him.”
Lies. All lies.
Sadie’s face fell into a concerned frown and she sat up, pulling the blanket across her tits. All my eyes would focus on was her face.
What the fuck kind of black magic did Kyle possess?
“What’s wrong? Is he okay?”
“Not really. I’m gonna go check on him and call my mom. I am so sorry about this. Can we do a rain check?” I rushed around my bedroom getting dressed like I really had somewhere to go. I put on pants and socks while Sadie reluctantly grabbed her dress and put it back on. The entire thing was chocked full of awkward seconds stitched together until we were maneuvering around each other at the front door.
“If you want, I can stay here while you check on your brother and we can pick up where we left off. Or, I can go with you to check on him. I mean in case you need some support.” I paused in the middle of putting my shoe on and almost fell on my damn face.
“Support? No thank you. This is a private matter. You and I aren’t on a private level. We talked about that, right, Sadie?” I asked.
“You sure wanted us to be on a private level before you had to rush out of here for your brother.”
“Yeah, I know. Shit happens. I’m sorry.” I opened the door and my heart sped up at the sight of Kyle’s door out of my peripheral vision. I had to put a stop to that shit and there was only one way I knew how.
“Whatever, Max. Call me.” She walked off with attitude in her stride and I groaned a little watching her ass bounce under that dress.
What the fuck are you doing, Max? Turning down Sadie just to talk to Kyle? You’ve lost it.
I almost started to check myself into an asylum. They didn’t even exist anymore but I’d be down for a little time travel to cure whatever psychosis I was experiencing.
Once the elevator doors slid shut and I was certain that Sadie was on her way to the lobby, I took ten steps across the hall. I stopped at Kyle’s door and then walked right back into my own apartment. What the hell was I doing? Was I going to barge into Kyle’s apartment and demand that she release me from whatever hold she had on me? Was I going to ask her if her brain was going as crazy as mine had been since last night? I had no idea. No game plan.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. I wasn’t fucking around with anything light like wine right then. I needed the hard shit. I poured a glass of rum with a splash of coke and tipped it all the way back like it was water.
I sat in silence thinking about what I was going to say to Kyle when I walked in while I had drink after drink. After the third one, I forgot to add any coke at all. I was drunk as shit. There was no tipsy or buzzed. Nah. I was a couple of drinks away from being shitfaced.
I snatched my keys off the counter and staggered over to the door. I found myself in the damn hallway again, standing in front of Kyle’s door. I looked down at my crotch and frowned. “This is all your fucking fault,” I told my dick right before I used my key to walk into Kyle’s apartment.
I heard nineties rap playing on the speakers. It was a sign that she was annoyed. Most of the time Kyle listened to R&B. I knew when I heard Biggie, Wu-Tang or Nas that she was going through something. I wondered in my haze of drunkenness what the hell she was upset about. Maybe we were both fucked up over the kiss we shared last night.
Barks ran over to me wagging his tail and I grabbed a treat for him. He thanked me by rolling over on his back and showing me his pudgy belly. I bent down and gave him a good long pet before walking into Kyle’s bedroom to find her.
She was lying across her bed with her back to me. All she had on was a thin white tank top and a pair of bright yellow panties that did a horrible job of covering both her round mocha ass cheeks at the same time. My palm burned with fire to reach out and grab one of those cheeks in my hand. I knew it was soft.
I swayed a little to the side and decided to lean on the door frame to steady myself. When the song she was listening to went off, things grew quiet for about three seconds. That’s when she sensed me staring at her. She sat up and looked over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes pinned me to my spot.
It also could have been the liquor.
“Max, what the fuck are you doing here? I thought Grady was coming over to suck your dick through a straw or some freaky shit.”
Laughter bubbled up inside of me, spilling over my lips until it was uncontrollable. Kyle fought her laughter until she couldn’t resist. She walked over to me, her hair sweeping her waist. I threaded my fingers through her soft-as-cotton locs and stared at her.
My dick was finally pleased with the woman standing in front of him.
“Thanks to you I lied to Sadie and told her that something was wrong with my brother so I could come over here and…” I stared at her eyes and tried not to fall in. A growl rumbled in my chest and I could feel Kyle’s every fucking muscle tense.
I wondered what it felt like inside of her.
The mere thought had my cock straining against my pants.
“And what?” She spat out her words. It only made me harder. I didn’t think it was even possible. I didn’t say anything else, I tightened my hold on her hair and dipped my head low, pressing my lips against hers.
