Rapture 2: a BWWM, Alpha Male Romance (10 page)

THIRTEEN

Rush

When I came through the entrance off the side of the pool, Hannah, my housekeeper, was there to notify me that I had company in the living room. She smiled at me and bowed her head as she departed. I hadn’t shared anything with her, but something told me that she knew already. “Thanks, Hannah!” I called after her, smiling to myself. My nerves were now in charge. With each step I took toward the front of the house, my heart raced loudly. I had to take a deep breath to see if that would provide calming to the situation.

Nope
.
No such luck
.

I rubbed my palms, then clasped my fingers together, and brought my hands to my mouth and blew air between the openings. I stopped in my spot, took a few deep breaths, and then rolled my head a few times and shook my hands by my side to increase circulation. I felt like the first time I stepped up to the plate! My nerves were in major attack mode! I kept trying to regulate my breathing by taking slow, deep breaths. I felt as though I was in one of those deep-breathing exercise classes.

Dude! Calm yourself. It’s gonna be fine. Just breathe and go!

This is it! Go!

As I released a big gush of air, I spotted them in the distance, and tried to put on as much bravado as I could. I couldn’t have my little girl thinking that the person she would know as her father one day was a wimp! But at that moment, and seconds away from meeting her, that’s exactly what I was.

“Hello,” I greeted, coming into the room.

I tried to play it cool, but I was like fuckin’ putty on the inside. Both Janae and Michaela turned in my direction, in unison…except my eyes were only on Michaela. When my eyes locked with hers my heart skipped a beat…probably several. Knowing that she existed was one thing. Seeing her on a picture was another. But seeing her in person, was bordering on indescribable. The closer I got to her I was able to see that she was smiling, which caused me immediate relief. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, but I will admit a smile wasn’t it. Not for a stranger. I was ecstatic.

I walked near the area where they sat and nervously headed straight for Michaela. She, in turn, stood to greet me.

She extended a perfect little hand. “Hi Mr. Cambridge,” she greeted. “I’m Michaela. It’s nice to meet you.”

Oh my God
.

I was speechless. I looked down at the little girl with the beautiful brown skin, and the dark green eyes, and lost every last one of the cool points I had ever been born with. She had me, and I was lost. She was probably the only girl in the world to ever silence me, and I was okay with that.

I cleared my throat. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Michaela,” I said, just above a whisper.

I glanced over at her mother, whose emotions were spread all over her face. Even from where I stood, I saw the glisten in her eyes. She wanted to cry. I knew the feeling. I was right there too.

Michaela reclaimed her seat and crossed her hands over her jean-clad lap. “Your house is huge and so pretty,” she complimented, sounding far beyond her years.

“Thank you. It is really big, huh? Probably a little too big.”

“No. When I get big, I want a big house just like this for me and my puppies. Then when I get bored, I can always have other places inside the house to go.”

I chuckled slightly. “Funny you should say that. It’s the exact same reason I wanted a lot of space too!”

When she smiled at me, I saw pieces of myself and my mother in her face. Although I hadn’t seen my mother since I was five years old, her smile was something that I never forgot. My daughter for sure wore it. I was falling deeper and deeper the longer she sat in my presence. I wanted to hug her, but felt that would be inappropriate. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but didn’t want to scare her away. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry for all the time missed, but I didn’t even know how much she knew yet.
Just, wow
.

“So, Rush…” Janae addressed. “I’m not sure how you wanted today to go, but—”

“Can I tell him, mom?”

“Of course,” Janae answered, playfully waving her hands at the air. “Go for it, little girl.”

Michaela turned toward me and tilted her head slightly before speaking, and she had my full attention.

“Well, my mom was gonna tell you that I know the truth about you, and how we had a long talk about how you wanted to meet me.” Then she turned to look at her mother and breathed out a gush of air, which caused me to smile at her delivery. “…
But
…” she stalled
.

Janae looked at me and hunched her shoulders in confusion, and I was on edge wondering what Michaela’s hesitation was.

“Michaela…” Janae prodded. “Go ahead, baby.”

“Ummm…okay. What my mom doesn’t know is that I didn’t find out from her that you’re my dad.”

“
What
!” Janae shrieked, in astonishment. “Michaela!
What do you mean
you didn’t find out from me
?”

Janae looked from me to our daughter, just as confused as I was.

“Cadence told me a while ago,” she confessed. Then she reverted her attention back to me to let me know who Cadence was. “Cadence is my favorite cousin, and we talk about a buncha stuff.”

“But
that
kinda stuff, Michaela! You never told me that!” Janae yelled. “Don’t you think you should’ve said something about that? And Cadence…! Oh my God!”

I wanted to tell Janae to calm down and to not yell at her, but it wasn’t my place…yet. I was just as stunned as she was. I didn’t know what the hell to say, but I think the look on my face said it all because Janae addressed me next.

“Cadence is Jacob’s daughter. She’s fifteen and she babysits for me a lot. I’m pissed. I’m officially pissed.”

“Don’t be mad at Cadence, Mom. We both hear a lot. She heard Uncle Jacob and Grandma talking about it a few times in grown people code. They were talking about it because Grandma wanted to know why uncle and Rush weren’t friends anymore. She wanted to know if it had to do with me and him being my daddy. And then Cadence said that she was curious so she Googled Rush’s name and that it was just like mine—Hunter Michael. Just because we’re kids doesn’t mean we’re dumb.”

“I never said you were dumb, baby. It’s just that I’m confused about why you never said anything to Mommy,” Janae expressed, on the verge of tears.

Michaela abandoned her seat and walked to her mother. “I’m sorry, Mama. I don’t want you to cry. I really don’t. I was gonna tell you. She only told me not too long ago. She said that she heard Grandma and uncle yelling about it a lot.”

“So, are you telling me everything about what Cadence heard, then?” Janae asked, rubbing her hand along Michaela’s back. “Because if there’s more now is the time to tell me.”

I already knew where Janae was going with her interrogation and I was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the minute. I was hoping that it was the extent of what was said, because if not, it could pose a potential threat to anything I had planned as far as a relationship between Michaela and myself. I was on pins and needles awaiting her response.

“Michaela…?” Janae gently nudged, after moments of silence. “Baby…?”

“Michaela, it’s okay. Is it something to do with me?” I asked, surprised that I’d finally found my voice.

“Rush’s dad doesn’t like black people, so he paid you to keep me from his family. Cadence said that her mom’s family is like that too and stopped talking to her mom when she had a baby with Uncle Jacob.”

“Oh my God,” Janae gasped, before pulling Michaela’s small frame close to her chest, and smothering her with kisses and a tighter hug.

And me…well, I sat there seeing red. I couldn’t believe that I was in a place where I was going to have to explain to someone who was a part of me that I’d love her no matter what.

What the fuck
?!

How was I ever to even hold Janae in contempt for doing what she did? At this point, I absolutely could not. I was in utter shock, and disgust. There was a trickledown effect starting with my father and that had reached the ears of my child. My heart was breaking, and quite honestly I was feeling regret for not beating the shit out of my father when I had him in my face. If there was any time in his life where he deserved to have his ass mauled to the fucking ground, it was now.

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” Janae cried. “
Why
?”

“I don’t know,” Michaela responded. “I didn’t wanna get Cadence in trouble.”

“Nobody’s in trouble. I promise. I just hate that you had to hear anything like that.”

I chimed in. “I do too, Michaela. I’m
very sorry
. And I promise you that if you give me a chance to be in your life, you won’t ever have my father to deal with. I would never have anyone around you who could bring you harm or make you feel bad. You don’t know me yet, but I protect the people I care about. You’re one of those people.”

Michaela smiled at her mother, and I could see her little frame relax from the state that she had sunk to. She felt more comfortable, and that mattered to me. I was happy that she trusted me enough to believe what I’d said to her.

And now my work would begin.

FOURTEEN

The residence of Kenneth Joseph

Somewhere in the Hayward Hills…

Although Kenneth didn’t know how she felt about him, he knew that he was somewhere near being in love. He knew it when he took measures to cut off all the other women who had been mere play things whenever his dick felt an urge to be stroked. Being a bodyguard for one of the richest men in the world afforded him little to no time to himself since the job was so demanding, so when he met her he was ecstatic. It wasn’t just for the companionship, but because she understood his rigorous schedule. That was something he hadn’t found in a woman in the entire time he had been in security. At the end of it all he just wanted to be able to share his wealth with a beautiful woman who loved him for who he was.

And she was it
…

He had met Gia three years earlier when she had come to the Bay Area for a convention. That was the other thing. She wasn’t some floozy who was running rampant trying to find a man to take care of her, she was already established. She was educated, hot as burning coals, and the fact that she was fourteen years his senior was amazing to him. Yes, he had landed himself a cougar—a beautiful cougar who knew her way around a man’s body.

Just as he was in deep thought about his lady love, she emerged from the shower in all her glory. He rested against the headboard ready to take her erotic heights.

“You like?” she asked.

He stared at the slender, toned, 5’7” sex pot before him. Her waist was small, and met at the curve of thin, toned hips that hadn’t ever appeared to birth a child. He wondered about why that had been, but never asked her and now definitely wasn’t the time to. Her subtle breasts that sat as perkily as the twenty-three-year old he had recently stopped fucking. And they were firm with the darkest areolas he’d ever seen in his life. He was ready to suck them to a deep red, and have her nipples so fucking hard that they appeared to split open on the tips.

“What’s not to like? I’m so ready for you,” he responded. “Can’t you see how happy I am to see you beneath all this silk,” he enticed.

She had allowed her long, dark locks to flow around her shoulders the way she knew he liked it. He needed something to hold onto when he dicked her from behind. He pulled the sheet back on her side of the bed to extend the invitation to play, and she readily accepted.

She licked her lips, and ordered him to, “Get dressed,” when she eyed his impressive, thick member luring her in.

“But
he
wants to play first,” Kenneth countered.

She formed her lips into a pout, and lowered her eyes to gaze admiringly at his dick. “
Pretty please
…”

He flashed a smile. “Okay, whatever you want,” he surrendered. He retrieved a condom from the custom designed silver and gold box next to his side of the bed. After he sheathed himself, he was set to go. “I’m now dressed, Miss Olivette.”

She took her place on the bed, and then set about hovering over him, her thighs on either side of his.

“Taste me,” she instructed, taking his finger, and guiding it along the juices that sat just inside her plump creases.

“
Mmmm
,” he murmured, coating his lips with her essence, then licking his finger clean.

She grabbed his face in her hands, and lay his head into the headboard as she eased his mouth open with her own, and commenced to tonguing him down.

Kenneth moved his hands around her waist and lowered her onto his eager stick. He gyrated his hips beneath her as he inched his was to the top of her depth. Kenneth loved when she moved up and down his dick. He liked it a lot. But tonight, he was ready for something more. His choice would’ve been to lick her pussy until it was bone dry before unapologetically diving into it. But since she wanted to fuck first, he was gonna give it to her.

In a quickened motion, Kenneth maneuvered her onto her back. He was now hovered above her and he smiled at her from the position he held.

“How did you do that?” she asked, smiling.

Kenneth had to be able to move swiftly in his line of work, and in the bedroom was no different.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he responded.

Secured tightly inside Kenneth’s left palm were her wrists, his right palm lay firmly beneath her left buttock, and her legs clasped around him as their pelvis thrust against each other in hungered movements.

As her mound gave way beneath his vigor, Kenneth moaned loudly into the air. The warmth surrounding him was what kept him thinking of her even when she was nowhere around. The cushion inside of her thighs opened so wide, he wondered just where she had learned to spread that way. It was almost as though she was posed Indian-style as he assaulted every square inch of her deep, dark cave. When Kenneth least expected it, she closed her walls around his girth—repeatedly—and over and over again, making it more difficult for him to continue at his speed. He slowed his motions and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he received a skilled dick massage.

Fuuuckkk
, he sighed inside his head…and it was only because his voice had completely deceived him.
Fuuuckkk
, he repeated in silence, as the river of tremors from his toes to his spine, and into the top of his neck overtook him.

He couldn’t believe what was happening. She was demonstrating for him that no matter the position, she’d always be in control. And as much as Kenneth hated to feel a loss of control, he welcomed it where she was concerned—simply because it was her. Once he had exploded into his condom, and there was no more to give, he relaxed every one of his muscles, deep-breathing, as he relished in the moment.

“You’re insatiable, woman,” Kenneth acknowledged. “
This
, I could
never
grow tired of.” He stared down at her, and into the darkness of her eyes, and ran his finger along her shoulder blade. “I’ve never made love to a woman that felt as good as you.” He rolled over to the side of her and removed the condom, tying it on the end and setting it aside. “It scares me a bit because I lose all of who I am with you.”

“Why is that scary, Kenny?” she asked, in her sultry tone. “You should run directly to it. You’ve got me the same way. I love being with you whenever we can grab some time together.”

“Really?” he said, turning his gaze away from the ceiling, and back to her.

“Really,” she nodded. “I love it all. From sucking your extremely attractive dick, to you licking the sweet juices from my jewelry box, to you trying to fuck my insides out. I love it all,” she teased. “And I love that you’re so good-looking. That puts the nail in the coffin. Nothing like getting good sex from a stallion.”

He reached over and circled her nipple with his thumb. “Such high compliments from the lady. Can a grown man blush?” he asked.

“Of course he can,” she responded.

“Then I’m officially blushing. Never knew you felt any of that. But it’s good to know.”

“When is your next day off?” she asked.

“Well, LC is going out with a few of his buddies this week, and I never guard him when he’s at those after-hour events. He usually stays into the wee hours. Why? Are you gonna come back in town? I’d love to see you sooner than our monthly tryst.”

“I don’t know, Kenny. I’ll have to check my schedule. What day is it, exactly?”