When Love Comes Around (Love Conquers All) (24 page)

This was stupid. Kevin’s best bet was to walk away before he lost control and did something he would be sorry for later. Not giving her another second of his time or attention he threw over her his shoulder as he headed towards the building’s revolving door, “Well now you know. So leave us alone.”

Trembling with anger, she wanted to jump on his back and pound his baldhead. Reigning in her emotions, she called out, “Kevin.”

Why did he turn around? Trina stood on the sidewalk in broad daylight fondling her breast, taunting, “You know you miss this.”

Curling his lip up in disgust, he didn’t know who he was angrier with, himself or Trina. How had he allowed himself to get so involved with a nut case like her? Why hadn’t he listened to his mother when she told him to “leave that one alone?” He was too busy thinking with his little head to hear anything his wise mother was telling him.

Rage and embarrassment turned his face crimson as her wicked laughter floated after him. The fact that he had been seen talking with her, no matter how brief, by everyone going into the office building totally humiliated him. Shaking his head, he mumbled under his breath, “Why didn’t I listen to Momma?”

Losing all three sets, his opponent collapsed to the floor. Kevin had taken being an aggressive racquetball player to a whole new level.

Sweat pouring profusely down his face, burned his eyes. Grabbing the front of his shirt, he wiped his face and rubbed his eyes, soothing the burning. He couldn’t wait to take a nice cold shower to cool off and then sit in the sauna to help soothe the muscles he knew would be sore tomorrow from playing so hard today. Seeing his opponent attempting to get up from the floor, he reached down firmly grabbing the man’s hand helping him to stand. Once on his feet, Kevin gave him a firm pat on the back as they made their way out the enclosed room. “Good game, Bob.”

Bob chuckled. “Yeah, considering you tried to kill me.”

“I was kind of hard on you.”

“Ya think?”

“Sorry dude. Just had to work out some aggression.”

“Ya think?”

Both men erupted into laughter. “Come on man let me make it up to you. I’ll buy you a beer.”

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Oh, man, that feels so good.”

“You like that?”

“Yeah, baby. Don’t stop…please don’t stop.”

“Only if you’re a good boy.”

“I promise I’ll be a good boy.”

Starr sat on the edge of the claw foot tub massaging Kevin’s aching, sore shoulders and back as he soaked in hot water and Epsom salt. He couldn’t believe how bad he hurt the next day. He thought sitting in the sauna yesterday would help loosen his muscles, but it hadn’t.

Starr leaned her body in to give her hands greater pressure against his muscles. “What had you playing racquetball so hard? You are one big knot.”

Eyes closed, enjoying the deep massage, he took a deep breath. His anger was finally ebbing away. As much as he loved his wife, he didn’t feel like rehashing Trina showing up outside his office building. Every time he thought about her outrageous behavior, he wished he had pushed her into the oncoming morning rush hour traffic. Keeping the angry acid burning in his gut from starting an erosion through the wall of his stomach, he had resorted to popping Tums all morning. A hundred times he thought about calling Starr, telling her about his visit. But he decided against it when he remembered her reaction to the jeering phone call a few weeks ago. The last thing he wanted to do was to cause her any unnecessary worry about where his affections lie. She was his life now. Nothing his former lover said or did could sway him from the comfort of the world they were building. It was a world that promised years of love, companionship, and lots of babies. Therefore, there was no reason to trouble her with Trina’s nonsense. So instead of upsetting his wife and committing murder, he pretended every time his racquet came in contact with the ball that it was Trina’s head he was whacking.

“Just had a hell of a morning waiting for me when I got to the office yesterday.” Before a twinge of guilt could gnaw at him, he pushed it far away. He was doing the right thing by not coming clean about Trina. Wasn’t he?

Kissing the top of his shiny baldhead, continuing the skillful pampering with her hands she offered, “You want to talk about it?” She had sensed something was up when he came home yesterday evening. Usually when he came in the house, he greeted her with, “Honey, I’m home.” Instead, he let his briefcase drop to the floor with a loud thud right before kicking off his shoes. If she hadn’t gone into the dining room to get a dish from the china cabinet she wouldn’t have known he was home. It was the loud thud from his briefcase that had alerted her he was there.

When she asked if everything was okay, his response had been, “Yeah, baby I’m just a little tired.” She didn’t push, just gave him a soft kiss on the lips and led him to the kitchen table where his dinner was waiting.

Later that night, while making love, he had been aggressive. Starr could barely keep up with his pounding thrusts as she held on for what felt like forever. When his thunderous release finally came, he squeezed her tight, nearly cutting off her oxygen supply. If he hadn’t afterwards cradled her kissing her damp forehead declaring, “Baby, you are my world. Please believe that,” she would have sworn the man was trying to kill her. If she could walk in the morning, it would be a miracle.

“Nope, I don’t want to talk. This is what I want.” Without warning, he snaked his arm around her waist. With a loud splash, followed by a high pitch yelp, she fell into his lap fully clothed.

Starr’s fiery protest was quelled the instant his tongue slipped into her warm mouth. She moaned as he coaxed her tongue to dance with his. Another soft moan escaped her mouth floating into his as his hand gently cupped a firm breast, his thumb stroking the nipple into a hard pebble. Sighing from his sweet caress, she no longer cared he’d just ruined a new pair of Ralph Lauren slacks. His tongue and hands were driving her insane. Who had time to worry about something as trivial as clothing?

How he had so quickly disrobed her she didn’t know. Frankly, she didn’t care as she sat in the warm water between muscular thighs resting against his broad solid chest. All she cared about is that this felt right. It felt like home.

Trailing kisses along the side of her face, he gently captured an earlobe between his lips. “You mad at me?”

Giggling, she squirmed as he tortured one of many erogenous zones. “I should be mad at you.”

“Oh baby, don’t be like that.”

“Well, I am. I just bought those pants and you know it,” she pouted, stroking a muscular thigh.

“You saying you don’t like being in here with me?”

“No. I’m saying you could have asked a sista to take off her clothes,” she spat with attitude.

Kevin chortled. “Starr, baby, that is so corny. You know I don’t do corny.”

Turning to face him, she splashed water in his face. “Don’t you dare call me corny.” She laughed when he squinted like a little kid and shook his head. As soon as he opened his eyes, she attempted to splash him again. Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to his chest until their lips touched. Her body shivered when he whispered against her lips, “If I were you I wouldn’t do that again.”

He could feel her lips spread into a smile against his. “And what if I do it again?” She taunted swiping her tongue over his bottom lip. He groaned as he felt his sex come to life. This was one woman he would never get enough of. “Then I’ll just have to put you over my knee and spank you.”

Imagining a naughty spanking with feathers, she purred, “Mmmm, I just might like that husband.”

Starr became aware that the verbal foreplay was turning Kevin on as she felt his erection pressing against her. Leaning back, she looked at him lifting an arched brow.

Kevin laughed from the expression her face held. “What you expect with you all up in my face purring like a sex kitten?”

Gasping, feigning offense, Starr placed her hand on her chest. “Me, acting like a sex kitten?”

“Yes, you.” A sexy, devilish smirk danced across his lips. “You are what you are.”

He didn’t give her time to come up with a quick comeback to their playful bantering as he pulled her closer bringing her breasts up close and personal. Her eyes closed and her head fell back when the tip of his tongue circled a berry tipped nipple. When he gently tugged on her hips, she knew what to do. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too.

Holding onto his shoulders she gingerly lifted herself up so that his warm mouth wouldn’t lose contact with her breast. Once positioned over him, she slowly impaled her throbbing womanhood, not caring that water was being splashed everywhere. Delicious moans bubbled from her throat as she filled herself. Starr took her time loving her man. Savoring every stroke.

♥♥♥

Coming downstairs to get a glass of water she could hear Kevin’s muffled voice as he talked on the phone. Since he would be up for at least another hour or so, she decided to wait until he got off the phone so she could talk to him. Earlier he distracted her with some awesome lovemaking as she tried to get him to talk about what was going on with him. Though he denied anything was wrong, other than having a bad day, her gut told her otherwise. Something was troubling him and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

After drinking her water, she navigated herself to his office. Easing up to the door her heart pounded and she suddenly felt dizzy.
Oh, God…please…no. Please… God…no.
She begged as she struggled to breathe.
But why? Why is she coming to his office? Why did he see her?

Not able to hold it in any longer a strangled cry erupted past her lips. She wanted to run, but couldn’t move. Her legs were cemented to where she stood.

Swinging around in his chair his gaze collided with hers. His heart sunk as she stood in the doorway her hand covering her mouth, tears sliding down her face. “Nick, man I gotta go.”

Abruptly hanging up the phone, he stood quickly crossing the room. “Starr, baby let me explain.”

Shaking her head, Starr slowly backed away. What could he say to her? Hadn’t she asked him more than once what was bothering him? And he’d come up with some excuse about being tired and having a hard day.

Quickening his step, he reached out to take her hand. His action was halted by anger and hurt flashing in her dark eyes. The look she shot him screamed,
You better not touch me.

Rubbing his hand down his face and then over his clean head he hissed out a curse.
I should’ve just told her when I started to.

Putting her hands on her hips, she yelled, “I know you ain’t cussing! I should be the one cussing you out!” She couldn’t believe he had the nerve to be cussing because he got caught up in some mess.

“I’m not cussing at you.”

She let out a short brittle laugh as she dashed away her tears. Crying time was over. He had made a commitment to her. And if he wanted to weasel out of it, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He was going to face her like a man. “Oh, I know you’re not cussing at me. But what I want to know is why you didn’t tell me about Trina showing up at your job yesterday? What? You wanna be with her now?”

“Come on baby, let’s go sit down in the living room,” he coaxed as he gently put his hand at her waist leading her into the other room. The way she was stabbing him with piercing eyes, he wanted to get her as far away from the kitchen as possible. Kevin wasn’t a punk; however, he wanted a safe distance between them and the knives. He’d watched enough episodes of
Snapped
to know when a woman was pushed to the edge she was capable of doing some strange, deadly things. All her life Starr had been disappointed and hurt by the men who were supposed to love and care for her.

He had to make her understand that Trina was a huge mistake, one he wished he could permanently erase. He had to make her see that if Trina was the last woman on earth and humanity depended on them to survive, the human race would become extinct.

She was so angry with Kevin; she knocked his hand from her waist as she stomped into the living room plopping down on the sofa in a huff. All she knew is that he had better hurry up and explain why this chick kept popping up out of thin air. Furthermore, he’d better recognize she could do without another cheater in her life and in her bed. Husband or not, it didn’t matter. She loved Kevin, however, she would be damned if she sat back while he ran around on her. Been there, done that. Wasn’t doing it again.