Page 17 of Kassir and Rebel
“If I did or didn’t, that changes nothing.”
“That shit changes everything. Go get your stuff, bae, and let’s go. You can answer me at the crib.”
I reluctantly drop my hands then step to the room door. When I start to push it open, she rushes in front of me. “Ma and her girls are knocked out. Please don’t go in there. Give me five minutes. I’m coming,” she says before creeping back into the room. Less than five minutes later, she walks out with nothing in her hands.
“Where’s your stuff?”
“In there. I’m not staying with you all night. I have to be at the courthouse at three and the reception starts at six.”
“I know. I’ll be there,” I say and her eyebrows get high as fuck.
“You’re coming to the reception?” she asks.
“You’re there. Of course I’mma be there too.” I place my hand on the small of her back right above her perfect ass. The little extra weight she’s picked up has done her already fine body some good. She’s softer and thicker and my damn dick is bricked the fuck up. “Damn,” I utter as we walk to the elevator. When we’re in my ride, I look over at her. “You need something before we get to the crib?”
“I’m not going to be there long,” she says sternly but I’m not trying to hear that shit at all. I’m not bringing her back to this hotel until we are both on the same page and she lets a nigga back all the way in.
“Yeah, okay,” is all I say before driving off.
The drive is short and quiet. I park in my usual spot by Leem’s ride then we head up to my place. The elevators are limited access. Everyone can get on floors one to five but six and above require restricted cards. Leem and I are the only ones with cards to the top floor. The minute she steps off the elevator, she finally speaks.
“How many apartments are up here?”
“Just two. Me and Leem. I needed enough space for you and Kassan.”
I lead her to my door then key in the code for my lock. I deactivate my alarm as soon as we are inside. Without a word, she takes off on a tour. She walks through my living room, opens the shades and looks out onto the balcony. She journeys through my dining room, then the kitchen, opening both sides to the fridge. I remain planted in the living room, watching and enjoying the look of her in the space I created with her in mind. Even when Rebel wasn’t physically here, she was ever present in my fucking heart. That shit belongs to her. When she finishes in the kitchen, she walks past me down the hall. She peeks into the bathroom, Kassan’s room, then the weight room.
“A treadmill? Why? You don’t run,” she comments as soon as she turns the lights on.
“No, I don’t but you do,” I tell her as I step up behind her. My arms snake around her waist and I pull her into my chest. Her sweet scent fills my nose and I inhale her deeply. “I missed this shit right here. You in my arms.” I lean in and kiss her neck.
Instinctively responding to my touch, she tilts her head so I plant more kisses. My hands move under her shirt up to her breasts. As I gently caress them, a soft ass moan falls from her lips. Then her entire body stiffens and she shakes free from me.
“Shit! No. No. We can’t. I can’t. It’s not that easy,” she practically yells while shaking her head.
“What’s not that easy?”
“This. You just can’t kiss me and we fall back like we were.”
“What else do you need, bae? I love you; let me love you and make this shit right.”
“You hurt me, Kassir.”
“Bae, trust me. I know I hurt you and I’ll apologize for that forever if that’s what you need. I just can’t do this shit without you no more. What can I do?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know. I’m so mad at you,” she grits, still shaking her head. I can see the hurt all over her and that shit has my chest tight as fuck. I did this to my baby and I hate it.
“Real shit. I need to fix this. Shit! Hit me or something. If that-—” Her hand across my cheek stops my words mid-fucking-sentence. That shit catches me off guard like a muthafucka. “Damn, you re—” I begin but she slaps the shit out of me again before I can get my words out. She raises her hand for a third time, but this time I catch it. “Ay. Man, stop. Two is enough. I’m not gon’ let you keep putting yo’ fucking hands on me,” I grit as I back her up against the wall.
“I hate you,” she spits and a tear falls down her cheek.
Fuck!I didn’t bring her here to make her cry.
“You don’t hate me, Rebel. You just hate the shit that I did,” I tell her. “I admit it. I fucked up real bad, bae, but I love you,” I say, then lean in and kiss her tear-stained cheek.
My lips travel to her mouth, and gently, I suck on her bottom lip while running my tongue over her piercing. Rebel has a few piercings and toying with her piercing is her thing. It normally drives her absolutely wild. So after licking around her small diamond, I kiss her. Without any resistance, my baby kisses me back.
Our tongues invade each other’s mouths as we kiss passionately. It’s been too long since I’ve kissed her like this.God, I love this woman!
