Bedding the Best Man Page 4

  I was on my way there all too quickly for me. Confined in the tight space with Travis behind me, a sensual force of nature thrusting deep into me, I was caught in a vortex of ecstasy. There wasn’t anywhere else I desired to be at that moment but right where I was with this man. I was high on my tiptoes and pressed between a hard structure and a rock-hard body, filled with joy.

  “Oh, love, you feel so good.”

  So, do you. I thought, unable to speak or think more than a few words in a row. All I wanted was the climax he was propelling me toward. I wanted to come, more than that I wanted to feel him losing himself inside of me, again. Knowing I had the power to take him there, too.

  The sound of my nails scraping the back of the door as I scrambled for purchase, something to ground me before the storm hit, was accompanied by the pounding and rock of the door on its hinges.

  “Come for me…” His voice was rough and his body trembled along the back of mine, he was close.

  My orgasm was already running roughshod over me as my body spasmed and jerked, ripping a scream from my throat. “Tra-vvvis!”

  I didn’t care who might have heard it through the door and along the corridor, I chanted his name through the climax.

  My shrieks of pleasure continued as his strength and the speed of his cock pistoning inside my sex built—an intricate crescendo.

  “Kamari, I love you.” His words were clear, whispered in the calm moment before gratification’s tempest claimed him.

  My heart pulled in his words, locking them inside a vault for the rest of my life.

  When our heartbeats calmed and our breathing was no longer erratic, Travis stepped back, giving me space.

  Taking a second before facing him, I righted my clothing before turning around.

  Shifting my body until I was looking at the man before me, still close enough for me to feel the warmth of him, but not touching me; anywhere. Not feeling him against me caused an all over body ache—missing him. That confounded me. How could I miss so strongly what I had never had outside of the last three hours?

  His pants were pulled up, zipped, but the button of his jeans was still open. I looked away from that appealing sight. I was becoming a nympho. Feeling as if I’d never get enough of this man. A man who shocked me on so many levels I could barely think straight.

  The air between us was an amalgamation of his scent, my perfume and sex—us.

  “I know you heard me tell you I love you, Kamari.”

  My nod was slow. “I did.”

  “Are you planning to tell me how your feeling?”

  Yes. No. “Confused. Not sure if it really matters.”

  Closing the small space, he placed his hands against the door, blocking me in. “Oh, hell yeah, it matters.”

  “Why?” The single word came out low and shaky. There was a bubble of fear inside of me at his words. What could a man who knew all my secrets and just saw me at my lowest, sneaking into a man’s room to seduce him, say? What would he reveal about me that I didn’t want to hear? “Whatever is happening between us, if we face it and it goes wrong, we can’t go back. Let’s move on,” rushed out.

  “I’ve tried to move on, Kamari.”

  “What are you talking about?” Now I was even more bewildered.

  His gaze held mine for a moment then he stepped away, shoving both his hands into his hair as he stared up at the ceiling.

  He appeared as a man who struggled with something internally.

  That foreboding feeling pressed down on me again.

  Exhaling loudly, he dropped his hands and faced me. “How long have we known each other, Kamari?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe fourteen years.”

  “In that time, you’ve never noticed anything between us?”

  I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. I wasn’t sure how to answer him. Tonight I realized all the things about him I’d noticed, things I’d used to keep him at a distance.

  “While you’re thinking I’ll tell you this,” he began. “The first day I met you, at your house you were in the backyard with your girlfriends practicing cheerleading routines. You were wearing these tiny shorts. All I kept thinking about is how long your legs were. Then you turned around and stuck you tongue out at your brother; completely ignored me. In that moment I wanted to kiss you—capture your tongue in my mouth.” He reached out and traced my lips.

  “Why didn’t you ever say anything to me?”

  He laughed and lowered his hand away from me, slowly. “Kamari, we both know how you would have reacted if I said anything to you. Hell, in high school I knew I wasn’t prime male meat.”

  I smiled. “You were geeky, but you had the bluest eyes and the times that we touched accidentally I was impressed at how soft, yet strong, your hands were.”

  “You noticed things about me?” He looked shocked, his gaze searched mine as if attempting to see if it was the truth.

  “Yeah. Even when I didn’t want to. There were times after high school…college…since then.”

  “That week spent together, practically alone on campus and in that college town, I wanted to tell you then. But, things were going so well between us, I didn’t want to jeopardize it.”

  “You called me three times in the next two weeks.” I said that to him, as much as to myself.

  “All with the purpose of telling you I’d fallen for you. That I’d been in love with you for years.”

  “But you didn’t.”

  “I didn’t. Maybe I was waiting for some sign from you.” He shrugged. “You’d always end the call first and say ‘thanks again for your help…I’m good now’. I got the message. Stop calling.”

  It was my turn to reveal another bit of honesty. “I think, no, I know, all these years I’ve worked hard at keeping you at a distance. You were right. You were there every time I needed you… that scared me.”

  “What did?” he was close to me again, boxing me in. Those blue eyes were staring down at me—expectantly.

  “How much I needed you.”

  “To figure things out?” he asked.

  “No…” I reached out and laid my hand on his chest. “To balance me out. My life. Tonight I can finally see you have been my anchor. Even as I was foolishly running from myself, you still kept me grounded. I think that is why I would give you so much of my anger, because you would always look at me like I was capable of so much more than I was being.” His heart pounded against my palm. “I didn’t see that in myself. Even now there are days I doubt myself, but you never did.”

  He pulled me into his arms, but never gave up our eye contact. “I loved you, my love. I wanted nothing but the best for you. Even if I wasn’t part of that picture.”

  Slipping my hands around his neck, I stroked the nape and felt him shiver against me. Stretching up, I kissed him. Showing him how deeply I felt for him. He allowed me the lead as I swept into his mouth and caressed his tongue with mine.

  His hands tightened on the small of my back, pressing me to him.

  When I ended the kiss, more than a little breathless, I said, “If we decide to move forward and take our relationship to the next level, which I want to, I’m not sure how my family will take this. Well, besides my Aunt Renee…Lord that woman has been singing your praises all day.”

  He chuckled. “Your auntie has always had a special place in my heart.”

  “There better be room enough in there for me.” Teasing I poked him in the chest.

  “All the rest of my heart is yours. How about I let you share my shower with me and I show you.” Kissing me, he lowered his hands to my ass and lifted me.

  Wrapping my arms and legs around him I fully gave myself over to the kiss. My head was spinning and my body was starting to have that all-over aching desire again. No other man did this to me—caused me to go from zero to sixty in sensual seconds.

  Over the next few hours, I found myself in the shower with the man I loved, bathed, sexed up, bathed again. We then returned to the bed where Travis laid between
my thighs and loved me more with his mouth. By the time I’d climaxed the third time from his talented tongue I was too languid to even open my eyes as he pulled me alongside his muscular body. Curled against him, I slept.

  I woke to light kisses from Travis across my breasts. “Good morning, sleepy head.”

  The smile I gave him was overtaken by a yawn. I noticed the sunlight coming through the curtains. “What time is it?”

  “We have roughly less than two hours before the breakfast.” His tongue flicked one of my nipples, already a hard peak.

  I sighed and squirmed beside him. Even with my sex tender from the through loving he’d given me last night, a sexual haze still fell upon me. “I need to get back to my room for clothes.” I ran my fingers through his black hair and offered my breasts to him. “Unless you want to use an hour of that time for other things.”

  “Patience, my love.” He pinched one of my nipples and winked at me. Leaning across me, he reached for his cell phone on the nightstand.

  When the fog of lust abated some I asked, “Who are you calling?”

  “Last night, you wondered about your family and if they would accept the relationship between us.” Selecting a number he pushed enter.

  Frowning, I stared at him, unsure of what this smart man had in mind.

  “Hello.” My brother’s voice came through the speaker.

  My eyelids stretched wide as I shook my head and mouthed for Travis to hang up the phone, since the speaker was engaged.

  Smiling down at me, Travis continued. “Sorry to disturb you with the new Mrs. Jenson, Ronnie.”

  “No problem. We were just killing time before the farewell breakfast.” There was a giggle on the other end.

  I could just imagine how they were passing the time.

  “Well, no worries. I made sure last night that everything was loaded in the limo and ready to whisk you two to the airport. I’ll get those two overnight bags from the room when you’re gone, also.”

  “I had no doubt, that’s why you’re my best man. I know you’ll get the job done right.”

  “One more thing before I let you go.” Travis’s blue eyes held mine.

  I bit my bottom lip, my breath locked in my lungs.

  “What’s up?” Another giggle and a squeal punctuated the room from the phone.

  “Kamari and I are an item now?”

  My face was on fire.

  “Are you serious?” Ronnie questioned.

  Here comes the boom. Any moment now my brother was going to explode.

  “Yes.”

  “Well, it is about damn time. You’ve loved her too many years for me to even start counting and age us both.” Ronnie laughed.

  Travis smiled and stroked the side of my face. “Yes, I have.”

  With three big brothers, I didn’t know what their reaction would be. They had made it a practice to scare off any guy I was dating or brought home. To the point the guys would end the relationship soon after not wanting to risk bodily harm from them.

  “I know you’ll care for her the way she deserves.”

  “You know I will. I just wanted you to know. We’ll wait a little while before telling the rest of the family. I don’t want to take anything away from your day.” Slipping his hand around my waist, Travis rolled so I was now stretched out on top of him.

  “Either way. Dad’s always thought of you as his fifth son, so no issues there.” Ronnie paused. “Hey, Mari.”

  Embarrassed, I buried my face in Travis’s chest. I should have figured my brother would put one and one together and come out with his best friend and I were in bed together. “Uh, yeah.”

  Ronnie’s laughter came through the phone. “Figured as much. Look I’m glad you finally got your head out of your ass—”

  “Hey!” I called out. Even though I knew it was the truth.

  “Anyway. Travis is a great guy and I’m glad you two are making a go of it.”

  “Thanks, Ronnie.”

  Travis signed off and then disconnected the call. He tossed his phone back onto the nightstand then caressed my body from my shoulders to my backside. “I love you.”

  “I love you.”

  “Say it again.” His fingers paused in the action of drawing designs on my ass.

  “I love you,” I declared without hesitation.

  “I’ll never tire of hearing that.” His blue eyes darkened as he gazed up at me. “Any more questions or concerns?”

  “None. I’m just glad I ended up in bed with the best man...for me.” Leaning down I kissed him and let go of my fears and accepted his love.

  ~The End~

  About the Author

  I've been penning erotic tales since 2006, on the hedonistic side of the romance genre. However, I've been writing romance under a different pen for a while. I'm eclectic by nature.

  I'm married to my best friend. A guy that makes me laugh 'til I can't breathe and one who steals my breath every time he walks into a room. I believe in happily ever after like the rising of the sun depended on it.

  http://yvettehines.com

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