BWWM: BEFORE I WAKE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Book Collection (African American Interracial Series) (374 page)

              When we came up for air I looked at her pretty face. She stroked my face and her voice sounded sexy and husky.

              “Who the hell are you?”

              She smiled and my heart jolted. “Seriously, nothing I’ve ever done has come even close to that….fuck!”

              She opened her eyes then and brought a hand up to brush alongside my face. “It was amazing... Thank you.”

              I laughed. “Thank me? Oh hell no. I’ve had a lot of sex in my life and it was never like that…so thank you…so fucking much.”

              I rested my head on her chest and she ran her hand through my hair. My heart skipped a beat again when I heard her whisper.

              “The night’s not over yet Shane.”

KENYA

              I woke up the next morning in a tangle of long arms and legs. They weren’t just long, they were heavy. I’m not sure that I could push my way out if I wanted to…and I didn’t want to. I could feel the even rhythm of his breaths against my chest and I closed my eyes again and thought about last night…and early this morning…my pussy tingled at the memories. His body was unreal - toned and muscular with a sharp V that flexed when he thrust into me.  Incredible... beautiful…and the son of a gangster…shit! What the hell am I still doing here?

              Last night I had convinced myself that it would be okay. After all, it was only one night and no one would ever have to know except for him and me. This morning, we were still in the same place….except that every time I thought about leaving and never doing this again, my chest hurt.

              This…thing I was feeling for him was only supposed to be sexual. One night of mind-blowing sex…which it was. I was okay with that going in…so now why was I so hesitant to walk away? I pushed myself down into the mattress and tried to slip out without waking him. As soon as I moved, he brought his arm up over me and held onto my waist.

              “I have to go...”

              He didn’t lift up his head. He only shook it back and forth. I couldn’t help it; I smiled a little bit as I tried to sound more serious.

              “Yes, I do. I have to get to work. I still have to go home and shower…” He pulled his head up then and opened his eyes. God, he was even more beautiful in the morning. His hair was a sexy mess and his lips looked red and swollen the way mine felt.

              “You’re so beautiful,” he said in a husky voice that went right through me.

              “So are you...”

              “Shower here, it will save you some time.” His mouth was against my belly and I felt a rush of warmth between my legs again.

              “Shane… Oh..I’ll still have to go home and change…”

              “Please, it’s early. Shower with me.”

              I laughed. “With you? I thought you were just offering your shower to me.”

              “Nope, we come as a pair.” He murmured against my kiss.

              “You and your shower?”

              “Yep, he doesn’t do anything without me, especially not my girl.”

              He pulled me down into a kiss and I let that “my girl” roll around in my head. That wasn’t the deal. This guy is dangerous in about a thousand different ways
…
Just sex Kenya, stick to the pla
n
.

Reluctantly, I pulled out of the kiss. While he was off guard I planted my feet on the ground and stood up. He rolled all the way over to his back and looked at me with a sexy grin.

              “A fast one.”

              He propped himself up on his elbows and his eyes clouded with worry.

              “You still mad that I bribed you baby? I know that was naughty…”

              He plopped back down on the bed and his grin widened.

              “You can punish me if you’d like.”

              He looked delicious against the white sheets that bunched at his hips. His abs were on open display and I remembered the way his heavy body felt on top of me. I bite my lip to keep from jumping back in bed.

              “Our deal was an exchange. We both got what we wanted, right? So now we’re even. It was a one-night thing. It’s morning now…”

              “And you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever woken up next to. One more time in the shower, please?”

              “You were a very indulged child, weren’t you?”

              “Still am,” he said, suddenly jumping out of bed and wrapping me up in a bear hug.

              “I always get what I want. And I want Kenya!”

              I laughed when he planted kisses all over my face as he walked me backwards.

              “I want only you baby,” he said again, letting his lips slide down to my neck and backing me all the way into the bathroom. He held me against the cold glass of the shower door and continued to kiss me while he reached in and turned the water on.

              When the water was to his liking, he stepped in and pulled me in behind him. I felt the water cascade down my back and I watched him rinse off. I was still a bit in awe of how perfect his body was. It was like he’d been sculpted out of stone.

              He eyed my lips and suddenly all I wanted to do was please this man. I guided myself to the floor in front of him. He smiled as he raised his hands to my face, stroking a thumb across my bottom lip.

              Keeping his hands in my hair he gently pushed his hard cock up against my lips. I let them part and took the tip of it inside.

              I felt him shudder as I ran my tongue around the head, and then placing both hands on his hard ass, I pressed him forward so that every inch of him was in my mouth and the tip was pressing against the back of my throat. He groaned loudly and began to use his grip on my hair to push and pull his cock in and out of my mouth.

              He fucked my mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts for several seconds, and then let me come up for air…then he did it all over again. I loved the way he tasted, and the way he felt in my mouth.

I reached down to find my clit and rubbed it while I sucked his thick cock. It was swollen and sensitive again and I was soaking wet once more…and not from the shower. I could feel him tensing up.

He was getting close already and that made me feel proud. He reached down and pulled me to my feet.

              Pinning my back against the cool tile wall he kissed me again, long and hard and deep. One of his hands found a nipple and he stroked it between his fingers before breaking the kiss and leaning down to take it in his mouth. He sucked on it hard, pinching the other one as he did. Then he traded sides and made sure the other one as properly sucked as well. I swayed in his arms.

              When he brought his face back up to mine and looked into my eyes I knew that I was in trouble. I honestly didn’t think I would have the willpower to stay away from this guy if he wanted more.

              As I had that thought, he spun me around so I was facing the wall. I felt his hand against the small of my back as he gently nudged me down so my ass was in the air and facing him. I felt his hand between my legs and his fingers sliding in and out….first one, then two…then three…I put my hands out and pressed my palms into the wall. He felt so fucking good. I had never in my life experienced anything like him. I felt so… open.

              Hearing him moan, I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance from behind. Shane wasn’t taking his time this morning…there was no savoring or hesitating.

              He plunged into me roughly, grabbed my hips and began to really and truly fuck me. He knew what we both wanted. God it felt so good. I was making more noise than I ever did. The water pouring down across my back only intensified the sensations.

              He began to grunt and push deeper and harder and I knew he was already ready to cum. He slapped my ass twice and I yelled out, loving the sweet sting. I was close, but not there yet…that was until.. he reached around in front and found my clit.

              He used two fingers to put pressure on it and rub it hard as he pounded into me…within seconds I felt the muscles inside of me grab his cock in a death grip, and the orgasm was crashing over me like a wave and if he hadn’t had such a good hold on me, I would have definitely gone down face first.

              “I’m coming, baby!” he roared, pulling my hips back into him tighter.

              “Oh fuck! Kenya…promise me something…”

              Never make a gorgeous man any kind of promise when he’s buried balls deep inside of you.

              “What?” I grunted out, my voice quivering.

              “Tell me this won’t be the last time…”

              “Shane…”

              “Please…” He was grunting loud, his voice strangled with desire as he slammed into me. It felt so good and shockingly enough, it felt so right to me to be here with him.

              “Promise me baby…” Just as I felt his cock and his muscles tighten up, he pulled out and let his cum spill down the drain. A thick fist gripped his shaft as shoots of cum spilled out. He was still holding onto me around my waist and when his body relaxed, he pulled me up so my back was against his chest. He brought his lips down to my ear and kissed me as he pulled my wet hair aside.

              “Promise me.”

              My voice took on a life of its own. “I promise...” 

KENYA

              “Kenya?” I looked up from where I sat at the large conference room table that was currently laden with food, and saw Michael Peterson. The District Attorney of Boston was looking down at me like he’d been there for a while. Meanwhile, I had been sitting at the table in the middle of our victory celebration and all I could think about Shane.

              Two nights ago I experienced the most incredible night of my life. But regardless of what I had “promised” Shane in the heat of passion, it was supposed to just be that one night. That was all I had agreed to.

              “Michael! Hello.”

              He grinned at me. Michael was rapidly pushing seventy years old and serving his second term as D.A. Prior to that he’d been a circuit judge for over thirty years. He may be a senior citizen by virtue of his age, but his birth certificate is the only thing that gives that away. He looks like he’s in his forties. He still goes to the gym every morning. He runs five miles every evening. The thing that I am most impressed with however is that Michael’s mind is still sharper than most twenty-five year olds I know. He’s been my mentor and in spite of the differences in our ages and our backgrounds, we’ve become good friends.

              “You were a million miles away,” he said, taking a seat next to me. “This is your party! You should be enjoying it more.”

              I smiled at him. “
I
a
m
enjoying it. I’m just coming down from the high of the trial, you know?
”
And the high of being fucked silly in Shane McShannon’s bed
.
I cleared my throat.

              “You did a great job. I’m really proud of you. Braden McShannon is off the streets for the rest of his natural life and the families of those two detectives finally have closure. I hope you’re ready young lady…this is the beginning of your rise to fame.”

              I laughed, “Fame was not exactly what I was going for.”

              “Oh but you’ll have it whether you like it or not. You’ll have my job soon enough and it comes with a lot of notoriety. The papers are already trying to give me credit for this. The only credit I’m going to take is that I had the presence of mind to see your potential. Congratulations counselor.”

              “Thank you Michael, for everything. And for the record, I don’t want your job until you’re completely sick of it…but I do want it, someday.”

              He smiled and said, “Your honesty as always is refreshing. Now, I have a favor to ask.”

              “Here it comes...”

              Laughing again he said, “It’ a small one. Mrs. McShannon and two of her sons are asking to meet you.”

              “Why?” I suddenly felt the invisible hand of panic grip my throat. Does she know about Shane’s deal with me? Are they going to threaten to expose us?

              “Surprisingly enough, they want to thank you. They came in to see me for the same reason. I told them that it was all you.”

              I swallowed the lump in my throat. My head heard what he said, but my stomach was still protesting. It felt like it was tied in knots. “They’re here now?”

              “Yes, they’re still in my office. I had Liz bring them some coffee while I spoke with you. They said they would wait.”

              Damn it! I didn’t want to meet these people just now and it honestly had nothing to do with the trial. My head was so messed up since I’d been with Shane.

              The last thing I was interested in or looking for right now was a relationship. I told myself walking in there that night I would satisfy two goals and then I would leave. First and most importantly I would get his testimony. It was a testimony he had already promised to before the trial and I felt I had a right to get it.

              Secondly, I’d satisfy a curiosity I’d had for a while…What would it be like to be fucked by a white man
?
Pretty good
.
Check and check. Yet every waking hour since then had been filled with thoughts of Shane.

              I remembered how sweet and romantic he’d been, and how once he had me in his apartment to do with as he liked, he still gave me an out. The men that I’ve experienced in my life have been a lot of things…sweet and romantic weren’t either of them. I probably should have walked out then. Now I can’t get his beautiful face out of my head.

              I can’t stop remembering the way his hands felt on my body. I can’t help but shiver when I think about his lips and his tongue, and my body reacts almost violently when I finally close my eyes at night and allow myself to remember what he felt like inside of me.

              Snapping back to the present, and the fact that my boss was waiting for my answer I said, “Of course I’ll see them.”

              My voice sounded steady and self-assured but inside my stomach turned. I stood up and smiled once more at Michael before leaving the room and heading down the long hall towards his office.

              I reached for the door and saw Michael’s name etched into the glass. I’d meant what I told him…someday my name would be on this door. I pushed it open and a pretty older woman with short graying hair that framed her delicate face and two large men that looked a lot like the object of my affections were waiting for me. I forced another smile.

              “Hello, I’m Kenya Duncan. Michael said you folks wanted to see me?”

              The men got to their feet and the oldest one put out his hand. “We met once briefly in court. I’m Patrick. This is my mother Rose and my brother Colin.” I shook Patrick’s hand and then Colin’s.

              “It’s nice to meet you both.” Both men towered over me and I couldn’t help but see glimpses of Shane in each of them. They were both absolutely gorgeous. Damn, those genes.

              I looked at Rose McShannon then. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you too Mrs. McShannon.”

              The older woman stood up. She was probably on five foot two or three and tiny all over. It was hard to believe that she gave birth to and raise three huge men. “No Miss Duncan, the pleasure is ours.”

              She shook my hand. “My husband is not a good man. I’m not here to make excuses for him, but in my own defense, I hope that you’ll believe me when I tell you that at one time he was. Life jaded him and his cynicism only grew with time. I am lucky though because I still have the best of him in my boys. I was so proud of Shane for doing the right thing, and we are all so grateful to you for not giving up. We are all well aware of how difficult your task was and we just wanted you to know how grateful we are that you’ve helped us to put that life behind us at last.”

              I was so touched by her words that I felt tears burning at the corners of my eyes. It seemed that everyone had their own demons to fight.

              “Thank you, Mrs. McShannon…Patrick, Colin. It’s gratifying when the community appreciates the job we do. It’s never an easy one, and usually  the most difficult part is facing the loved ones of the one you put away. It was very gracious of you all to come here and let me know how you feel.”

              Rose McShannon surprised me further. As they were leaving , she reached out her arms and hugged me. She seemed to be a genuinely warm person and once again my mind was on her son and how badly I wanted to see him again.

When Rose and her boys were gone, I headed back to the conference room. As I passed my own office, the receptionist Kellie broke my thoughts.

              “Oh there you are, Kenya! You have some things waiting in your office.”

              “Some things?”

              “Yes, I sat them on your desk.” She grinned.

              Curious I opened my door and the first thing I noticed was the scent. It was like walking into a garden. Then I saw them sitting to the right of my desk. There was an orange vase that stood at least four feet tall and that vase was filled with orange and white roses. There must have been three or four dozen of them.

              I was smiling so wide that my face began to throb. I heard Kellie’s voice behind me. “ Oh Kenya, aren’t they beautiful?”

              “Yes, they are,” I said, going over to lower my face into them.

              “There’s an envelope on your desk that came with them.”

              “Thanks, Kellie.” The door clicked behind her.  I picked up the orange envelope and opened it up. I laughed. It was a card and on the front of it was a picture of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast.

              I opened it up and inside was the little candelabra from the movie, Lumiere. He was talking to the Beast. In a very pretty golden script it said,
“
Don’t you see? She’s the one! The girl we have been waiting for! She’s come to break the spell
.
”

              I felt one of those tears I’d been holding back reach the corner of my eye
.
Damn it man. He made me cry
.
I wiped it away as there was a knock on my door.

              “Yes?”

              The door opened and in walked Shane looking every bit the prince that he is. I think Lumiere is right, the spell is broken.

              “Hi.” Even his voice made my skin flush.

              I brushed aside another tear. “Hi. They’re beautiful.”

              Shane closed the door behind him and came towards me. His dark navy suit fit him perfectly and complicated his beautiful eyes.

Taking my hands in his he said, “Like I told you before, they don’t hold a candle to you.”

              I motion to the card. “Candle.”

              He chuckles at my joke. “I’ve spent so much of my life running and chasing after women who couldn’t be right for me. But I’ve never wanted to keep one, until now.”

              “You want to keep me? Like, for us to b
e
togethe
r
, together?” My heart stilled. Oh God.

              His eyes were warm.
“
Together
,
together.  I know it’s too soon to be talking about the future, but I’d like to talk about spending more time together so that if there is a chance on a future, we won’t miss out on it.”

              I had so many things going on in my head, so many questions that needed to be answered. I finally looked up at him.

              The sincerity of what he was saying shone in his eyes. My head was trying to convince me that he would be just like all of the others…this passion we feel for each other will fizzle out as soon as the drudgery of day to day life sets in…But his eyes told me different.

              “I put your father in prison…for life. How is that going to affect things, Shane?”

              “I was just as responsible for putting him there as you were. It was where he needed to be Kenya and everyone who knows him knows that.”

              “Do you honestly think they’re going to just sit back and wish us well?”

              He brought one of my hands to his lips. He held it there for several seconds and then he said, “I know that people say a lot of things they don’t mean…but trust me when I tell you, I am not one of those people. I truly do not care what anyone thinks. I’ve never met a woman that sets my world right  the way you do. I am not going to punish myself by walking away because of what someone else may think.”

              “What about the race thing?”

              “You have a problem with me being Irish?”

              I laughed and patted his chest. “You know what I mean.”

              “Hmm, I think your skin color is the sexiest I’ve ever seen. I think we contrast perfectly and I honestly believe that is as far as this 'race' thing goes. You’re a woman and I’m a man and I want you…I hope… that you want me too.”

              He pulled back and his eyes searched my face. “Are all of these questions because you want a reason to tell me no without hurting my feelings?”

              “No, I know it doesn’t seem like it but I really want to say yes.”

              He visibly relaxed. “What are you afraid of Kenya?”

              “I’m afraid that it won’t work out…” I shake my head feeling more vulnerable than I’ve ever been. But I had to speak my truth.

              His hazel eyes sparked as he brought his thumb up to stroke my cheek.

“That’s a valid fear,” he said. “But I don’t want to give up before we’ve even started baby. I have so much more I want to give you. Give me a chance.”

              “You’re too good to be true.” I shake my head.

              He laughed and said, “Not even close. I’ll make you a list before you agree to see me if you like.”

              It suddenly occurred to me that I wouldn’t want a list. I want to discover them along the way, as it should be.

“Hold onto that list. You can give it to me on one of our anniversaries and we’ll mark off the ones I’ve already discovered.”