No, call me crazy, I f**king loved it.
And in return, he wanted to give everything to me.
“Yeah,” I whispered as his eyes dropped to watch my mouth move.
Then they came back to mine, I watched one side of his lips curl up and he murmured, “Good.”
Chapter Ten
Being Bad
“What?”
That was Viv.
“You need to stop asking around about Knight.”
That was me and I went on.
“He, uh… knows or figured it out because we were having words and I kinda let it slip then I kinda gave him the full story and you’re right. He’s private as in really private. He doesn’t like attention. He doesn’t like people to know shit about him and he doesn’t like it a lot. So, he asked me to ask you to stand down so I’m asking you to stand down.”
“Told you this guy’s shit is tied up tight,” she replied.
She could say that again.
It was Tuesday night, late. I was at Knight’s. He came to my place last night, woke me at nearly four in the morning, did me hard and controlling then I passed out for about an hour and a half before I woke up to get ready for work. I left him in my bed after I came to him dressed, he yanked me in, rolled me to my back and laid a hot, plundering one on me.
Tonight, my turn in his bed.
Which was where I was, lying across the satin comforter, already in my PJs, talking to my friend.
Or warning her off.
“You had words?” she asked, as was her way, nosily.
“He makes me happy. I was making that clear. He flipped out. Said some stuff to make sure it was him making me happy, not his generosity. That pissed me off. I got in his face about it. We talked it out. All is cool.”
“He makes you happy,” she whispered and my heart skipped at the tone in her voice.
“Very,” I whispered back.
“Really?” She was still whispering and it was still hopefully.
“Really.” I kept whispering too and then shared, “He likes my Buddha belly. He even brought me all sorts of cheese and crackers and bread and pâté, chasing that with carrot cake in order to assist me in maintaining it.” My voice dipped low. “Viv, he likes me for me.”
“Told you that Buddha belly of yours was hot,” she reminded me.
“I don’t know about hot. I just know Knight likes soft and sweet and womanly and that’s what he’s got in me.”
“In other words, hot guy Knight thinks that Buddha belly is hot.”
“Whatever,” I muttered and she giggled.
Then she stated, “So I take it you f**ked him and that was hot too.”
That was when I giggled and through it said, “Uh… you don’t f**k Knight. No way. Knight f**ks you.”
Silence then, “Come again?”