The Realest Ever - By Keith Thomas Walker Page 0,82
a cool breeze rather than the mid-eighty degree temperatures that usually greeted them at seven a.m.
Kyra received her first check from the school district on Friday. She wouldn’t let Donovan pay for their movie, even though with tickets, popcorn and drinks for everyone, she ended up spending over fifty dollars.
“You should’ve let me pay,” Donovan told her when they settled into their seats in the darkened theater.
“I’m alright,” Kyra said. “I don’t think we’ll be going to the movies again for at least a month. But today I’m good. And I need to write you a check when you take us home. Don’t let me forget.”
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Donovan said. He leaned closer and kissed under her ear.
Kyra giggled and reached for his hand. Kat sat on her right, and Quinell sat on Donovan’s left. “Just because your kisses make me weak doesn’t mean I’m gonna forget about what I owe you,” she whispered.
She squeezed Donovan’s hand, and he kissed the side of her neck again. His kisses were ticklish and electrifying at the same time. She and Donovan hadn’t been intimate since the homecoming game last week. Kyra would never forget the feel of his mouth all over her body.
“If you write me a check, I won’t cash it.” Donovan spoke in a hushed tone.
“Then I’ll give you cash,” Kyra replied.
“I won’t take it,” Donovan insisted.
“I’ll break into your house and leave it on the coffee table.”
“If you break into my house, I have the right to do whatever I want with you,” Donovan informed.
“What are you gonna do, shoot me?”
“No, but I might tie you to the bed,” Donovan whispered, “teach you a good lesson.”
Damn. Kyra felt a tingle roll from her chest to below her waist. “I’m definitely breaking in now,” she said. “I never been tied up before.”
“I never tied anyone up,” Donovan said. “I was just kidding.”
“I know,” Kyra said. “But now you have to do it. And you can’t let me go until you’re completely satisfied.” She gave him a wicked grin and kissed him on the lips.
Donovan had to return his attention to the silver screen. This bondage talk was turning him on, which wasn’t so cool with Quinell sitting next to him. “We’ll talk about this later,” he told Kyra.
She laughed and then turned to offer Kat some popcorn.
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They went out to eat afterwards. This time Donovan gave the cashier his debit card before Kyra had a chance to open her purse. She started to complain when they got to their table, but Donovan nipped it in the bud, for good this time.
“Baby, can you come here for a second?” Donovan got up and walked away from the table.
Confused, Kyra went to see what he wanted.
“Listen,” he said when they had some privacy. “All this talk about money needs to stop. I been telling you for a month that you don’t have to pay me back–”
“Yeah, but–”
“There’s no but, Kyra. I’m talking right now. You need to listen.”
Stunned, she piped down.
“I love you, Kyra. I know you haven’t said when you’ll move in with me, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re my girl for life. I don’t do things for you anymore. I do it for us. So stop complaining about the money I spent. Let it go. There’s a million things you need to spend your paycheck on, but paying me back ain’t one of them. Understand?”
Donovan never used this authoritative tone with her. Kyra liked it. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed him unexpectedly.
Donovan frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means I’m sorry, and you’re right and what you say goes,” Kyra replied.
“Really?”
She nodded. “Mmm hmm.”
Donovan smiled. “That’s great. Makes me feel better about the surprise I have for you.”
“What surprise?”
“I’ll show you when we leave here.”
Kyra narrowed her eyes. She had no idea what it could be.
“You said whatever I say goes,” Donovan reminded. “That means you can’t complain about it. You have to shut up and take it, whatever I give you.”
Kyra smiled. “I just had a bunch of dirty thoughts about that.”
“About what?”
“About me shutting up and taking it.”
Donovan chuckled. “That’s not the surprise I’m talking about, but I got some of that in mind, too. Can you spend the night with me?”
“What about the kids?”
“Them, too,” Donovan said. He walked off before Kyra could inquire about where they would sleep.
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Two hours later Donovan pulled into his driveway with three happy guests. Quinell was smiling ear to ear. He’d been to the movies