Circles the Trilogy (Secrets and Lies) (10 page)

“What the fuck?” I scream at her and pull her hand toward me. I almost make her knock her smoothie off of the counter in the process, but this is so great. She beams at me and when I ask her if this is from Roc she nods and starts to cry. I never see her cry.

“Sasha,” she says between sniffles, “I am so happy. I mean, I know this is fast but it feels so right.”

“I know, Sweetie. But why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t even know you and Roc had started dating.”

She hesitates for a second. “I – I didn’t want to throw my good news in your face when I while you were going through so much. You have to remember that I know the truth about the miscarriage. I know the truth about your feelings about getting married to Daryn. I just didn’t –”

“Don’t you
dare. I love you. I’m ecstatic for you. And I want to hear everything. Tell me how this started and got to this point. It’s only been a couple months so it had to be a whirlwind romance.”

She is so
giddy, I can’t help but feed off of her excitement. She tells me that the night after my whole drama started there was an event that got out of hand. Roc pulled this guy in the off of her who was drunk and not taking no for an answer. The drunken guy couldn’t keep his hands to himself and when she slapped the guy, he reached down and put his hands around her neck. With her being so petite, the guy had her up off the ground. There were so many people in the club that night that no one really noticed what was going on; luckily, Roc wasn’t one of those people. Just as the guy was about to drop her to the floor where she would have surely broken a bone, Roc stepped in.

With very quick reflexes, Roc approached the guy from the side, punching him in
the jaw. As the guy went down, Roc caught her before she fell to the floor. Other members of security stepped in and tossed the guy out of the club and Roc literally carried her away to Quinton’s limo. He brought her back to the apartment and stayed all night. He wouldn’t let her lift a finger for the next two days. He waited on her hand and foot. He went out and got pain medicine for her, he cooked for her, and he even ran baths for her. She said that he was the perfect gentleman, choosing to sleep on the couch each night he was there.

She said she couldn’t take it any longer so she made her move. She called him into the room one night saying she was in pain. He started to massage her neck where the bruises were. She turned in his arms and kissed him. He protested, saying she
wasn’t ready for him in that way since she was still healing but Neesa wasn’t trying to hear any of that. She said she hopped off the bed and started to strip right in front of him. He couldn’t resist after that and they have seen each other every day since.

She said that she never expected to propose so soon but there is no way she would’ve said no.
They’d professed their love for one another only after a week of dating, but it was the past weekend when he’d proposed.

He’d
insisted that they walk through the park after going to lunch one afternoon. She really wanted to go back to his place and have sex, but he’d turned her down. She said she was so angry that he would have the nerve to turn her down that she pouted in the car on the way to the park and during most of their walk. She said there were a lot of people at the park that day and as she walked through this one group of people, they started to sing Barbara Streisand’s song,
What Are You Doing for the Rest of Your Life.
She said she really didn’t understand what was going on until Roc stopped her in the middle of the group as they started a slow dancing flash mob around her. When she turned around to him, he was on one knee before her.

By the time she finishes the story we’re both bawling our eyes out so we barely hear the knock on the door.

“Oh that is probably him now. I told him that he has to get your approval before we’re officially official,” she says laughing through her tears. She gets up and goes to the door and when she opens it, the show they put on has me blushing all the way down to my toes. They are a sight to see with her only being a couple inches over five feet and him being and him being a few inches shorter than seven feet. He looks even more buff than he did the night at the club with his simple distressed jeans, white t-shirt and slip-on sandals. I can see exactly what she sees in the gorgeous monster of a man and I can also see how much in love they are. I start to cry all over again. My sniffles get their attention and they pull away from each other, both of them grinning like idiots.

I walk over to him and give him a huge hug.
“Nice to see you again, Roc. Thank you for making my friend happy!”

Roc doesn’t say anything. He simply nods and hands over a bag with the very familiar green, white, and red
Krispy Kreme
logo. “Thanks, Baby,” she says to him before pulling on his t-shirt so he’ll bend down and give her another kiss.

I slowly move away before their exchange turns heated again. “I’ll just give you two a moment. I’m going to go in my room and return so
me calls.” I walk a few feet and turn around to them. “Oh and by the way, Roc, you’re officially official now because you definitely have my approval.” He thanks me in that deep voice of his and I disappear into my room.

Ten – A Messed Up Night

I don’t have any calls to return, well I do, but I don’t want to. Talking to my mother, Daryn, or Mrs. Bryant right now will simply ruin my good mood.
I’m sure they’re interrogating Daryn on why he would allow me to return to my apartment the day before the engagement party. Ella has already informed me that she wanted me to do a final fitting today as well as go over how Daryn and I will make our entrance. She also wanted to go over how I will wear my hair and makeup, but I neglected to tell Daryn any of this for fear he’d try and make me stay.

I needed to get away and spend some time with my best friend and now I’m glad that I did. I’ve missed so much over the past weeks and I don’t want to miss any more. I smile as I think about Neesa and the fun we’ll have planning her wedding and I tear up again. I hate to be jealous of her, but I am. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be happier, but I so wish that I could have that kind of happiness for myself.

As if someone is reading my thoughts, my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number, so I don’t answer. A moment later I get a text from the same number.

Unknown Number:
I heard from a reliable source that my Society Girl would be around today. I’m downstairs. Mind if I come say hello?

My whole body heats up at the thought that Quinton is downstairs.
I look at the text and smile. I want to see him so badly, though I don’t know if this is a good idea. I take a few minutes before I respond though I realize how rude it is to have him waiting.

Me:
Sure. Come on up.

I sit my phone down and run into the living room. I immediately realize that I
didn’t tell him the code to the elevator or the number for our apartment. I let a string of curses and start to go get my phone when Neesa stops me.

“Roc already went to get him. I put Roc on the approved list as well as Quinton.”

I lift an eyebrow at her. I wonder how she knew I would say yes to allowing Quinton up to come see me, but this is my best friend and she knows me well enough that I don’t even have to question her.

My heart is beating fast and my pal
ms are sweaty in anticipation. I have a horrible thought and look over at Neesa, but today her ability to read my mind in uncanny because she says, “I had Daryn’s name removed from the list since Roc had been over here so much. I didn’t want him to walk in on anything he didn’t need to see. Plus, I figured if you came here, it would be to get away from him and that would defeat the purpose if he could just walk in.”

I grab her and pull her small frame to my body. I practically crush her as I plant a kiss on her cheek. The door swings open and I hear Roc say, “Damn. Y’all could’ve waited for us. We want to join in on this party.”

It’s the most I’ve heard him say, but it makes us all laugh. Neesa goes over to him and smacks him playfully on the chest. “Okay,
Rochester,
don’t make me say your full-name in front of everyone.” He quickly snaps his mouth closed.

Once my giggle
s cease, I raise my head and settle my gaze on Quinton. He takes my breath away as he stands there in all his milk chocolate goodness wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, white t-shirt, and some baggy khaki colored cargo shorts. The shirt fits snug against his well-defined abdomen and the shorts sit low on his hips. He is wearing a pair of white tennis shoes to match his shirt with no socks.

I barely notice when Neesa and Roc leave the room because Quinton starts to walk toward me with determination and purpose. I back up a few steps unsure of what his intention is until the back of my knees hit the couch.

***

His intention becomes clear when he removes his glasses. I see the same look in his eyes that I saw during the two previous times we’ve kissed. I stand still as I am unable to move or say anything. He gets so close that I feel my nipples brush against his chest
through my skimpy workout tank. He doesn’t touch me. He just looks at me as if he is reacquainting himself with every feature of my face. It feels like an eternity goes by before he cups the back of my neck with his large hands and brushes my cheeks with his thumbs. I hear a moan that I’m pretty sure has emerged from my own mouth and he takes advantage of my parted lips.

Quinton doesn’t bother with slow and sensuous. He takes my mouth with a force that surprises me and thrills me at the same time. The kiss is fierce and demanding and filled with a passion that I’ve never experienced in my life.
It’s full of unleashed desire that we’ve both seem to have been holding on to for this precise moment.
At least I know I have because Daryn and I have not had sex since the last time I was in this apartment.

I place my hands on the hard wall of his chest and slowly move them up
around his neck. I don’t want any space between us so I pull him in closer to me and I’m not sure either of us can breathe with our tongues so far down each others’ throats. His agile hands reach up and remove the clip from my hair and he groans when my hair cascades down my back as if it’s following the course his hands are taking down to my rear.

He pulls away needing to get air and
I let out a small sound of protest before he places softer kisses on my forehead and then my lips. He gives me that arrogant, sexy smile that makes me melt and says, “Your room. Now.” Then he smacks me on the ass.

I lead the way to my room and
I close the door behind us. Before I am able to say anything, I turn away from the door and he is standing less than a foot away from me. He presses my back against the door before ducking down and biting down on the nipple that is poking through my tank top. He gets down on his knees and uses both of his hands to slowly push my tank top up my body, caressing the sides of my waist along the way.

“You scent is driving me fuckin’ crazy!”

I feel shy for a moment. I’d forgotten that I’d come straight here after leaving my session with Ella’s personal trainer. I must smell like crap, but for some reason I don’t think that is what he is trying to say with his comment.

Quinton continues to remove my shirt from my body while kissing his way up my abdomen. I can feel my spandex shorts become drenched when he fully removes my shirt and takes one taut nipple between his teeth and then let’s go. I scream out and try to regain my speech so I can explain to him that I maybe should hop in the shower before we go any further.
I know that is what Daryn would make me do.

“I – I just finished my workout,”
I say when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. “I have ten months to shrink my ass down to a reasonable size before –”

I stop mid-sentence when he stops what he is doing. He looks up at me with a confused look on his face. I don’t know what I’ve said or done wrong, but he looks confused and offended by something.

As if he’s lost his patience with me, Quinton stands abruptly and turns me around so that my bare breasts are crushed against the door.  The cold door against my hard nipples sends a tingling sensation straight to my core and I cry out. He nips at my shoulder with his teeth before taking the material of my shorts in his strong hands and ripping it away from my body. What’s left of the garment falls to the floor and I am left standing there naked since I don’t wear undergarments during my workouts.

He presses his fully clothed body against me as he bends down to trail a searing path of kisses up my neck
. His full, soft lips pull on my earlobe. “Don’t you ever let me hear you say shit about shrinking this ass,” he says while he aggressively palms the globes of my rear, pressing his erection into my crack. “Ol’ Boy does know it yet, but this is
my
ass,” Quinton growls as he places hot wet kisses down my spine.

He is now
back on his knees behind me. I feel his hand slide between my legs and then it stops moving when he finds the wetness there that is surely making its way down my thigh at this point. Back and forth he slides two fingers until I’m wet from my clit all the way to the puckered opening of my ass.

I can barely stand. I place my palms flat against the door for leverage, but it’s not working very well.
He turns me around to face him and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.  I look down at him and I know exactly what he plans to do though I’ve never had this done to me before. He licks his lips before opening me up with his fingers and taking one long lick to my core.

I know I should be quiet since Roc and Neesa are somewhere in the apartment, but I can’t. I scream his name
over and over again as he sucks on my clit and pumps two finger into my wetness. I don’t know when it happened, but my other leg is on his other shoulder and I ride his face as if I’ve done this a million times. I don’t know what else to do so I massage his head in time with the orgasm inducing sucks to my clit.

I feel my body begin to shake, but before my orgasm catches up t
o me, he removes his fingers. His face his still firmly planted between my legs but his hands slowly slide up my butt and wrap around my back. I feel myself being lifted into the air so I close my eyes. I open them again as I feel my body falling to my plush king size bed. I land with a soft thud and let out a girly squeal. This man just carried me across the room with me perched on his shoulders and his face buried between my legs.
Oh. My. God.

Quinton undresses himself in record time and I am able to bask in the glory that is his body. Everything on him is hard, sinewy muscle covered by soft, smooth milk chocolate skin. I
moan in delight and I don’t even realize that I am so turned on by the sight of his naked body that I have snaked my hand down and am now fingering my clit.

I feel the bed dip as Quinton places his knee on the edge
and my hand is smacked away. My pussy clenches when he places a trail of soft kisses up my stomach, licks around my ample mounds, and takes my mouth once again. It’s a heady sensation when I taste my own arousal on his tongue. I grind my hips into him. I want to be closer to him. I want him inside of me.

“Please, Quinton.”

“Say it again.”

“Please,” I say.

“Again.”

“Please.”

“Please, what Sasha?”

“Please Quinton. Please fuck me!”

He pulls back and looks at me. He smiles. I love that smile. It’s saying so many things to me right now. It’s a knowing smile. It’s a suggestive smile. It’s a smile that tells me exactly how he plans to take me without him uttering a word. I pull my lower lip between my teeth and nearly draw blood when he spreads my legs and rams his rock hard jutting length into me. He rams into me over and over. My breasts bounce and I feel my body slowly moving up the bed with the force of his thrusts.

I wrap my legs around his back affording him the opportunity to plunge deeper into me. The feeling of him inside o
f me borders on the precipice between pain and pleasure and I feel like I’ve been drinking too much because the room seems to be moving. I close my eyes because I don’t understand this feeling. It’s better than anything I’ve dreamt about or imagined.

Quinton leans down and slows his thrusts. His stroke is now more of a grinding and twisting that hits my spot just right. “Open your eyes,” he whispers. “I want to see the look in your eyes when you come for me.”

His deep voice and warm breath against my ear does something to me. I don’t know if it’s the vibration against my skin or the tickle of his day old beard, but my body responds and I feel my juices flow from my sex, down my rear, and onto the duvet.

Our bodies are slick with sweat and we slide against one another as he continues his assault on my body
. He continues the slow twisting and rocking into me until I feel that I need more. I begin to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to speed up.  He doesn’t. Instead he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

He looks me in my eyes and I see something there. It’s more than just lust or want, it’s something else. Some unnamed emotion that I’m sure he isn’t ready to reveal and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even realize that he is showing to me. I don’t want it to, but a tear escapes my eye.
I’m embarrassed at the emotions running through me because there can be none in this situation.

I belong to someone else.

I must be a person that is particularly easy to read because Quinton seems to know exactly what I’m thinking.

He thrusts.

“This.”

Another thrust.

“Pussy.”

Another thrust.

“Is.”

A thrust and a grind.

“MINE!”

His words are my undoing. That last thrust is th
e perfect combination of pressure against my clit and perfect positioning against my g-spot. He pumps into me harder and faster.

“Come for me,
baby!”

I do just as he says. My body shakes and my legs tighten around him. My nails dig into his shoulders. My walls clench and milk his erection until he can’t hold out any longer and he is spilling his hot essence into me. He lets out a string of curses before his heavy body collapses onto my smaller frame. I can barely breathe, but I don’t care because this feels like the safest, most comfortable place in the world.