Baller's Baby - A Bad Boy Romance (6 page)

Chapter
Ten

Skila

Kiptyn
is due to arrive in fewer than ten minutes. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
I'm practically shaking in my heels. Lisa passes me a glass of water. “It's
going to be fine. You’ve got this.”

I nod my
head, agreeing. Yeah, I’ve got this, if he shows up. I can’t help but be
reminded of the last person I stood by the door waiting for. I still haven’t heard
a word from Amryn in almost two months. My cell rings, and for a second, the
blood in my veins freezes.

Surely
it’s not him. Thinking about him couldn’t have conjured him up. If that was
possible, he would have appeared months ago, not the moment I’m about to walk
out the door with another man. I reach my hand into my purse and pull out my
cell. The call has already gone to voicemail. I check the missed calls, my
hands shaking now but for a totally different reason. I breathe a sigh of
relief. It wasn’t him.

It was
the doctor’s office. My phone chirps with a new voicemail right as Kiptyn
knocks on the door. I drop it back into my bag and smile when I open the door.
Each time I see him, he’s more handsome than the time before, and tonight is no
different. I could just eat him alive, right this second, with his bright blue
eyes and that dimple in his left cheek. Jeans and a button-down, cream shirt
are nothing special on your average man, but Kiptyn is no average man. His
shirt is unbuttoned at the top, teasing me with a peek of his tan chest.
I want to lick it.
I can’t believe I
just had that thought.

“You
look beautiful,” he says, holding out his hand, and I can feel him taking me
in. His words are so sincere. He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in
the world.

“Are you
ready?” I nod my head and follow him outside the apartment to his blue Audi. He
opens the door for me and waits as I lower myself inside before shutting it
behind me.

When he
pulls out of the complex, he takes a right toward downtown. I assumed we would
be doing the traditional dinner and dancing date night, and in a way, I'm
disappointed. I wanted tonight to be special, extraordinary. I gaze out the
window and watch the cars fly by, feeling dejected. He must sense a change in
me, even though I don’t mean for him to, because he pulls off the interstate
and turns around, heading in another direction.

Surprised,
I turn and look at him. “I want you to know I had an amazing night planned for
us.”

Had. He
said
had
. Is he taking me back home?
Has he changed his mind already? Why?

“I was
going to take you to Bareli’s and then maybe take you dancing, but I'm sensing
that you could use something else tonight, so I’m taking you to my favorite
place in the world when I was a kid.”

I smile.
I can’t help it. Going to his favorite place sounds like so much more fun than
dinner at a snobby restaurant. I could do that alone if I wanted to, granted,
probably not at Bareli’s, since the waiting list for that place is around two
years long, but still.

Ten
minutes later, we pull up outside Susie’s Miniature Golf. There’s a giant sign
out front with a picture of a missing giraffe. I can tell from the picture that
said giraffe used to sit right where the sign is now.

It
reads,
Missing Giraffe. If found, please
return. Reward.

I instantly
love this place. Kiptyn climbs out of the car and comes around to open my door.
He places his hand at the small of my back and leads me to the front window. An
older woman sits behind the counter, staring at a book in her lap.

“How
many?” she asks, not lifting her eyes from the pages.

“Just
two, if you can handle it, Suzy.” Her gaze lifts, and her eyes brighten when
she takes in who is standing in front of her. Coming around to the front, she
wraps her arms around his waist, not able to reach much higher, and when she’s
done with him, she pulls me in for a tight embrace as well.

“What do
I owe this wonderful surprise?” she asks, her gaze darting between me and
Kiptyn.

“Well,
now. We're just out looking for some fun. You still have that around here?” he
asks, teasing her.

“Always
for you, Kip. Y’all go on in and pick out your clubs. The new ones you ordered
are in there on the right, beside those kiddie ones you picked up.” She ushers
us through the gate and into the club room.

I wonder
at her statement for a minute longer than I need to, and shame swallows me
whole. This entire time, I've been judging this man before me based on other
people's experience rather than taking the time to get to know him myself and
then form an opinion. How many times have I, myself, faced that—someone looking
at me and automatically deeming me inadequate because I'm a woman, or worse,
when they judge me based on the color of my skin?

Kiptyn
grabs two from the shelves and passes me one. I take a second to watch him and
ponder what I've learned about him so far, not what someone else has told me.
He is a sweet, kind man, and judging from Susie’s statement, he hasn’t let the
fame go straight to his head. He gives back—some, at least. I make a decision
in that moment to forget everything I've heard and just go with the flow and
see where tonight takes me.

“You
ready for this, Miss Parker?”

I laugh
wholeheartedly, feeling the apprehension melt away. “Why yes, Mr. Price, I
think I am. I've got one question before we go, though.” He looks at me,
waiting. “Are you a sore loser?” I taunt him before running through the
entrance to hole number one.

Chapter
Eleven

Kiptyn

I
haven’t had this much fun in . . . I can't remember ever having this much fun.
I was worried at the beginning of the date that Skila wouldn’t have a good time,
and it crushed me to do so, but turning around and not going to the restaurant
was the best decision I could have made. She relaxed instantly when I told her
of my change in plans.

“Yes.
Beat that, sucka!” she yells into the night after making a hole-in-one on our
eighth hole. She’s leading the game, and not because I’m trying to let her. She’s
just really good or really lucky.

I glance
over at her as she dances around in the fake grass. She ditched her heels after
the first hole, claiming they were messing up her game. I chuckle, remembering
the sigh that escaped her soft lips when her feet were flat on the ground. It
made me wonder what kind of noise she would make if I took them in my hands and
kneaded the balls of her feet. My already hard cock twitched. She didn’t
notice. She was too caught up in the excitement of her most recent hole-in-one
to pay me and my cock any attention. I should be worried.

I'm not.

I'm
happy just watching her, my midnight Sky, beautiful and exquisite.

“I'll
make you a deal. If you win, I get to kiss you.” She stops dancing around and
smiles at me, holding out her hand. I shake it and then line up for my shot. I
tap my ball and watch as it rolls straight over the hole.

Damn. My
turn again.

This
time the ball goes in.

It’s her
turn again.

I watch
her as she lines up the perfect shot, measuring the distance in her mind and
testing the weight of her club. She closes one eye, aims and swings. It’s
perfect, just like her. I don’t even bother to take my turn. It doesn’t matter.
Even if I score perfectly on this hole, I still lose the game.

I step
into her personal space and pull her to me. Her breath catches and then rushes
out. Her eyes widen the tiniest bit as her gaze fixes on my lips. I've never in
my life wanted to kiss a woman as much as I want to kiss her. But I can't. Not
like this. I refuse to force her to kiss me just because she lost a bet.

“I cheated.
I tricked you with my bet.” Her eyes dart to mine and then back down to my
lips. She licks her lips, and I almost die on the spot.

“I
know,” she says, and then she crushes her mouth to mine.

My cock
leaps for joy and I moan, low and deep in the back of my throat. Her lips taste
like cherries and vanilla. I bite down on her lower lip and she gasps, opening
her mouth.

I devour
her.

My
tongue darts in, hungrily seeking her own. They meet in a passionate embrace
and she whimpers, pushing against me. I know she can feel my hardness against
her stomach. She squirms, and her dress rides up a little. I run my hands down
her back and across her round ass, and I squeeze when I feel her bare skin
there.

I try to
slow down, really I do, but her soft, silky lips won't let me go. I’m their
willing prisoner.

“Kiptyn?”
she asks.

“Yeah,
baby?”

“We need
to stop this. It’s too much, too soon.” I pull back, trying to give her the
space she’s asking for, but it doesn’t last. She wraps her arms back around my
neck and pulls me to her, latching onto my mouth once again. Our tongues weave
a seductive dance on the ninth hole of Suzie’s Mini Golf. I want more than
anything to take her in my arms and make sweet love to her, but I don’t want to
rush her. I know she needs time, and I’ll give it to her even if it kills me.

“Take me
home . . . to your place. Please.” The
please
is not necessary. I've dreamed of nothing more since the moment I met her: taking
her to my home, laying her against my satin sheets, and stripping her naked,
piece by agonizing piece as she’s laid out before me, completely bare and mine
for the taking.

Mine.

I have
her. Finally.

The
thought settles into me, comforting me. I answer her with a kiss. I put
everything I have into it. Everything I can't say at the moment. Everything I
feel but don’t have words for yet. I kiss her like there’s no tomorrow. I kiss
her like my life depends on it, and in that moment, suspended in time, I wonder
if it does. I've never felt more alive than I do right this second. Something
about this woman awakens the deepest, darkest parts of my soul and makes me
crave . . . more. I need her. I want her.

Scooping
her into my arms, I carry her back to the car and then run back to grab her
shoes. The drive back to my place isn’t that long, but selfishly, I wonder if
she’ll change her mind before we get there. I’ve never had to worry about stuff
like this before. If I took a chick home before, we both knew what that meant—I
was going to fuck them into oblivion, and they were going to enjoy it and then
leave.

Simple,
perfect. Until now.

Now,
nothing will ever be that easy. I can already sense the change in myself. I won’t
be happy with easy, simple sex anymore. I want more. I want Sky.

I climb
in the car and start the engine. Skila shifts in her seat. Placing her hand on
my thigh, she leans her head against my shoulder. A sense of vulnerability
overcomes me, crashing into me so unexpectedly that I swerve a little on the
road before righting the car and wrapping my hand around her small, dainty one
in my lap. She doesn't even notice. What the hell has the girl done to me?

Chapter
Twelve

Skila

I’m
beyond nervous. I’ve never been the type of woman to go home with a man on the
first date, but Kiptyn has done something to normal, plain me. He’s invaded my
body, my soul. I no longer know who or what I am.

I no
longer care.

It’s
time for me to have a little fun and not worry so much about my image and what
other people think of me. Tonight is for me. If I never hear from him again
after this, then so be it. I won’t regret a thing. I’m a grown woman with needs,
and he is a grown, unattached man, able and willing to satisfy those needs.
That’s all I need right now. I’m not looking for my happily ever after. Hell,
I’m not even looking for my happy right now. I’m just going with the flow and
praying I’m in one piece when the river of life washes me up and spits me out.

We pull
in the driveway of a sprawling estate, complete with a bubbling fountain on the
front lawn. His house is massive, and for a moment, I question myself again. Do
I really want to do this? I don't belong here. He climbs out of his side and
meets me at my door, gently pulling me from the seat and wrapping his arms
around me.

“If you
change your mind, I understand. We can make popcorn and watch a movie. I don't
mind.”

His
words put my mind at ease. I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his
neck. He dips down when I pull on him, and I place my lips against his.
I want this,
I tell him without words.
He understands perfectly.

He opens
the door, and we crash against a wall in the foyer, grabbing and clutching,
desperately trying to touch every part of each other at once. The sound of the
door slamming shut and Kiptyn’s hands on my body simultaneously startle me.
When I jump in his arms, my pulse takes off at a million miles a minute, like a
filly in the Kentucky Derby.

The
adrenalin rush from the start added to the desire flowing through my blood and
has me panting as I tug at his shirt. He pulls me away from the wall to steer
me down the hall, back toward what I can only assume is the living room, while
I strip his shirt over his head, only parting from his lips long enough for it
to pass between us. I feel a piece of furniture against the back of my calves,
and I feel as if I’m going to fall. His strong arms circle my waist just in
time for us to tumble onto the couch.

I use
the situation to my advantage and raise my legs, wrapping them around his hips
and feeling his swollen, protruding dick. I can’t breathe. I want him inside of
me. My dress is bunched up around my hips, giving him easy access except for
the black lace panties that are barely covering me.

“Please.
I need it.”

I'm not
above begging at this point. I struggle to open his button and unzip his fly
while his mouth assaults mine. Finally, I get it open and free him, but before
I wiggle enough to get him inside of me, he pulls back, trailing a line of
kisses down my chest and over the fabric still covering my stomach to the top
of my thigh. His tongue darts out, licking along the top until he comes to my
panties. His fingers wrap under them and tug. I lift, helping in the only way I
can, and he takes complete advantage of it.

The
first gentle touch of his tongue has sparks shooting through my entire body. He
flicks it again, and this time he follows it with a wet kiss.

“Oh. My.
God.”

He
slowly licks up the crease of my vagina until he reaches my sweet nub, kissing
it again, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it. I'm about to come undone.
I can feel the sparks traveling through my body as they puddle in the center of
my core. He releases my nub and flicks his tongue over me, hard and precise.
Once, twice, ten times? I don't know.

The
pressure is building at a frantic rate, and I know I'm almost there. He stops
again, and my body deflates. Then he sucks me into his mouth again, and my
world shatters in around me. I can't see anything in front of me, and it takes
me a minute to realize it’s probably because my eyes are squeezed shut. I open
them and look down at his smug, satisfied grin.

“Fuck,”
I say, because I can't think of anything else. I can't form a complete sentence
to save my life.

He
kisses my thigh again and slowly makes his way back up my body to my mouth. I
taste myself on him, and it drives me wild. Our kisses are passionate, full of
want and longing. He pulls me up, lifting my upper body off the couch as he
tries to get my dress the rest of the way off. I chuckle, low and breathy,
holding onto him to steady myself.

My gaze
wanders over his shoulder for just a moment to the fireplace in the middle of
the room, and I freeze in his arms. Every single muscle in my body tightens. I
can't help it. On the mantle just behind him is a photo—a photo of Kiptyn and
another man with a sweet older lady in between them. My breath catches and my
body freezes. The man in the photo with Kip is none other than Amryn.