The Realest Ever - By Keith Thomas Walker Page 0,64
think of him?
But without skipping a beat, Kyra said, “Okay.” She looked him dead in the eyes. Her heart was hammering. Her chest rose and fell so quickly, she knew Donovan saw it.
A cool rain washed over Donovan. His red, hot anger was immediately doused. But he didn’t feel good about what he just did.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You can keep seeing him if–”
“I’m not going to see him again,” Kyra stated. She was staring deeply into his eyes. Donovan didn’t think she’d blinked at all in the past minute.
Without warning she approached him and wrapped her arms around him. Donovan immediately grabbed her and held tightly. Kyra laid her face against his chest. She said, “Thank you, for everything.”
Donovan lowered his head until his nose and mouth brushed the top of her head. He inhaled her wonderful scents. His arms moved slowly across her back as his hands touched and clutched her flesh. Kyra’s body was on fire. The best friends hugged plenty of times since she returned, but never like this.
Donovan felt light headed. He didn’t realize what was happening until there was a mass of hard muscle between his legs. His manhood pushed against his shorts and then against Kyra.
Embarrassed, Donovan broke away from the embrace. He took a step back. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Kyra asked. She didn’t look down at what she had felt on her stomach. She wanted to. She wanted to look so badly her heart ached. But she kept her eyes glued on Donovan’s. Her expression was daring and alluring and knowing.
“Nothing,” Donovan said.
“Then don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Kyra said. She took a few steps back. She felt pressure in her lower belly as she moved. She felt her muscles clench a little lower down. Her legs threatened to give out on her, but Kyra managed to turn and exit the house.
Donovan was enchanted by the sway of her hips as she moved. For the first time in his entire life he watched Kyra’s ass like he wanted it, and he didn’t feel one bit guilty about it. Kyra’s words were still ringing in his ears.
You didn’t do anything wrong.
Kyra didn’t realize she left the gaming system until she got behind the wheel of her car and Quinell started whining about it.
“I’m sorry. Go, go get it,” she told him. She would’ve gone herself, but her eyes were still wide, her blood racing. She sensed that if she went back inside Donovan’s house, she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HOMECOMING
The following Friday Donovan’s Mad Stallions faced the North Side Steers for their homecoming game. Donovan’s team was on a surprising three game win streak, bringing their record to 3-3. There was magic in the air that night. Many of the fans who were praying to end the season with an even record were now wondering if Western Hills could pull off a winning season.
Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. North Side’s blitz package completely overwhelmed Donovan’s offense on a few crucial plays that led to two interceptions and a fumble. Donovan’s team lost 26-17. It was a bitter defeat, but the festivities of the homecoming celebration took a little of the sting out of it.
Donovan called Kyra later that night, a little before midnight. She was still awake, eager to hear about tonight’s game. She would’ve gone herself, but Kat was under the weather.
“Hey,” she said. She went to the living room and got comfortable on the sofa. “Sorry about the loss.”
“Oh, you heard already?” Donovan sighed. He sounded exhausted.
“Yeah. I was keeping up with it on the radio. It was close, for a minute there.”
Donovan smiled. “You listened to my game on the radio?”
“Yeah, I’m surprised, too,” Kyra said. “That announcer was boring as hell.”
Donovan laughed. “How’s Kat?”
“She’s actually better now,” Kyra said with a trace of irritation. “She’s eating and everything. I hate that I missed your game.”
“It’s cool,” Donovan said. He yawned. “It’s been a long night.”
“Are you tired? Want me to let you go?”
“No, I’m alright.” Donovan stretched out on his bed. “I’m laying down now. I’m cool.”
Kyra nibbled her thumbnail. She longed to crawl into bed with him.
“So what’s up with your defense there, coach?”
Donovan chuckled. “You realize it wasn’t me out there playing, right?”
“That’s no excuse,” Kyra said. Her smile lit up the darkness. “Your offensive line was playing like they’d never seen a blitz before.”