Antagonize Me (12 page)

“Come on, we better join them. I still can’t believe she’s getting married,” I say to Hillary. I follow and sit next to her at the table. Tanner smiles as I sit across from him. A chair slides out next to me and I know who it is by his intoxicating smell. I turn to face Kyrone and watch as he tries to hide his naughty smile. He just can’t hide it from me.

“Fancy seeing you here, Tempt,” Kyrone leans over and whispers to me.

“What did you just call me?” I ask, facing him. I watch as his eyes stayed glued to my breasts and I snap my fingers in front of his face to gain his attention. He has no shame, it doesn’t even bother him that I caught him red-handed looking at my tits. His smile is so big and he looks so proud.

“Tempt,” he answers, smiling at me. I nod my head and his eyes stay glued to mine. “Well, you aren’t my Bluey anymore, or my Greeny, hell, even my Pinkie, so I made something up. You are now my Tempt,” he says looking across the table to where a beautiful redhead sits and stares holes into his head. He smiles at her, but I can see he’s uncomfortable.

“Who’s the redhead?” I lean over and whisper.

“No one,” he answers and picks up his drink. I look over at Hillary and she looks at the redhead and then mouths to me, ‘That’s her,’ and I know who she’s referring to.
She’s the crazy one.

“So, tell me, you think I can get you to my place tonight?” Kyrone asks me halfway through our meal. He stopped talking to me when the redhead arrived and now he’s chatting with me again. I don’t know what to make of it, so I ignore him and pick up my phone. I hear him chuckle behind me and then my phone is grabbed from my hands. He stands up and walks off with it. At first, I’m not sure what he’s doing, so I sit there and wait. He returns shortly and hands it back to me without saying a word.

“Check your photos,” Kyrone says, turning to the side and looking at me. I do as he asks and as I go the recent photos, I nearly choke on my food. Kyrone taps my back as I flick through them and start laughing.

“Hey, there’s nothing to laugh about on there,” he says, leaning over to make sure I’m still looking at the right pictures.

“Why on earth would you go and take photos of your ass and cock for? And then put them on my phone? For all you know, I could share these,” I say grinning, then raise an eyebrow at him. He laughs.

“See how hard you’re making me, and you haven’t even touched me yet,” he says his eyes still not leaving mine. “Plus, haven’t you missed my twelve-foot pole, Tempt?” he winks, referring to an old joke.

“Can’t say that I have,” I reply, locking my phone and placing it back in my jeans pocket.

“You tell lies, woman,” he says, placing his hand over his heart, indicating I’ve hurt his feelings when we both know there’s no way of that happening.

“Since when have you known me to lie?” I question him. He shakes his head and I get up to grab another drink from the kitchen.

As I enter the kitchen, a voice comes from the fridge, “You’re her,” she basically spits in my face as she straightens. She must’ve followed me in here, I ignore her and walk past when she grabs my arm. I look from her arm to mine, contemplating hitting her for placing her hand on me.

“Remove it,” I demand.

She removes her hand, then takes a step closer so she’s in my face. “Don’t touch him,” she spits before she walks away.

No wonder he didn’t want her, that chick is fucking crazy. She doesn’t even know me and she’s trying to tell me what to do? Bat-shit fucking crazy is what she is.

My eyes don’t leave her, I watch everywhere she goes. She’s even more beautiful now than when we parted a year ago. I don’t even know how that’s possible, but it is. I want her so badly, I had to make her laugh and show her how much. She thinks it’s a joke, she thinks all I do is a joke. Maybe some of it is, but not with her. I wish it were. I wish she had left my head over this past year, but she stays there, always present, even when she’s a state away. My life has been good. I’m successful at what I do. I have girls anytime I need them though I only need them once and have my fill. With her though, it’s never enough. It will
never
be enough. She isn’t like most girls because she doesn’t care what people think of her. She dresses and acts the way she wants. She’s a temptress, hence the reason I’m now calling her, “Tempt.”

“You gonna try for CJ again?” Tanner asks as we change and get ready for the night. We’re hitting our old stomping grounds. We’re going bar hopping and I said I would only go because a certain beauty said she was.

“Yep,” I say, making it clear. I stand up straight and look at him, seeing if he’ll challenge me. He doesn’t. He knows I want her, he knows she wants me, even if she won’t admit it just yet.

“If you fuck it up, Ky, I’m going after her,” he warns and walks to his room, leaving me standing there, staring. I know he would because he has it just as bad as I do, and he hasn’t even fucked her yet. I hope that never happens, he would never leave her then.

“Come on, the girls are waiting!” I grab the keys from the bench of our penthouse apartment.

When we walk into the club, it’s packed. People start slapping my back and welcoming me, wanting my autograph. I don’t want to stop, I just want to find Christina. I need to see her. Tanner walks past me and I know he’s spotted her. He doesn’t stop when a chick with her tits basically hanging out of her shirt walks up to him, he doesn’t even give her a second glance.

I follow closely behind him and stop when I see her laughing with Hillary. She’s easy to spot, wearing a hot red dress with heels. Her hair is tied back and her lips are as red as her dress. She’s delectable. She spots Tanner first and I see a sway in her step, She must’ve had too much to drink already. I won’t drink now so I can watch her.

“You’re really sexy,” she slurs as I reach her. She runs her finger up my chest and I capture it and grab her hand.

“No more, Tempt, I’m cutting you off.” She makes a face at me and turns to the dance floor. I watch her go to the edge and sway her hips, that dress and her body is making me so fucking hard, I have to reach down and adjust myself. A guy comes up to her and places a hand on her hip, I watch as she shakes her head no and goes back into her own little bubble. I know she doesn’t like to be disturbed when she dances. She runs away from the world when she does, even when she’s drunk.

She’s got an audience now, men are watching her. Girls have stopped dancing to watch her and I know what they see. This is something I could sit down and watch for days. The way her hips rock back and forth, the way her face goes still and a ghost of a smile plays on her lips. It truly is a beautiful thing.

I take a seat when the song stops and she opens her eyes to find me watching her. She moves away from the crowd that she now has around her and crawls on my lap and straddles me, her dress hiked up.

I can smell the alcohol on her breath when she speaks, “Let’s fuck,” she slurs in my ear, nipping at my earlobe and then laughs.

“Tempt, it’s time for you to go home,” I say, noticing our friends look over at us and whisper. I grab the hem of her dress and pull it down her legs though it’s not going down very far because she’s still straddling me.

“Place your hand where I want it,” she half-whispers, half-yells in my ear. I shake my head at her and she grabs it herself and places it on her breast. “Fuck me,” she whispers. “I need a good fuck. The last fuck I had was Tick and that was months ago.”

I remove my hand and look at her, hoping she’s drunk and not telling the truth. “Shit, you didn’t like him? Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.” She hiccups as she laughs. She starts swaying and I wonder if she’s about to pass out. As I start to speak, she does exactly that and passes out on my chest.

“You taking her home?” Hillary comes up behind us and looks down at Christina. I nod my head and decide to ask her about Tick.

“Was she seeing Tick?” I ask and watch as she tenses. She doesn’t answer and I don’t need her to. I have my answer from her facial expression. “I’m taking her to my house,” I say and stand to pick Christina up. She’s light as she always was, except she has lost a bit of weight. She curls herself into my body as I cradle her out to my car. She opens her eyes and looks up at me, her massive violet eyes holding me captive, just like they always have.

“I missed you,” she whispers before she passes back out again.

As soon as we arrive home, I carry her upstairs into my apartment. She doesn’t move or speak, but I know she’s awake. I can always tell when she’s awake, her breathing is uneven.

“Where are we?” she finally speaks.

“My house,” I tell her as I walk with her to my bedroom. She used to hate me carrying her though I loved it. That’s why whenever she was near me, I’d find any chance to lift her up in my arms. I don’t understand my feelings toward her, I never have. That’s why I’ve never forced anything or even asked. We both agreed on sex to begin with, but we got so much more than we both anticipated.

“I’m tired,” she grumbles as I place her on my bed. She kicks her black high heels off, climbs to the top and places her head on the pillow. She watches me undo my shirt and kick my shoes off and I try to hide the massive hard on I’m getting from her eyes roaming over me. “So, I hear you’re famous now?” she asks as I drop my shirt to the floor. My body has changed from a year ago. Training is more intense than it was in college. This is my career now.

“Some would say that,” I tell her, dropping my pants and then climbing in next to her, wondering if she has any underwear on under that dress. She watches me staring and starts giggling.

“I know what you’re thinking.” She runs her hand over her hips and my eyes are glued to her.

“Yeah?” I question.

“Yeah! You’re wondering what I have on underneath this dress.” She winks the little devil.

“Yes, and I plan to find out tomorrow morning. Now go to sleep or I’m going to have a bad case of blue balls again and you know what happens then,” I tell her, pulling the blanket up over both of us.

“I missed your annoying ways,” she says, snuggling in closer to me, taking a deep breath.

“Are you smelling me?” I ask and I feel her body shake with laughter.

“Yes, how can you smell so fucking delectable?” she moans and I have blue balls. Blue balls, people, from this little temptress.

My head is pounding and all I smell is Kyrone, delicious Kyrone. His smell makes me so horny. I didn’t think someone could do that with just his smell, but I was wrong. I slowly pull my dress down and slip it off over my hips, so I’m naked next to him. I run my hand down his chest to see if he will stir, but he doesn’t. He hasn’t moved and he’s still snoring lightly when I put my hands in his pants and touch his very hard cock. He moves when my hand runs up and down and his eyes pop open. He looks at me with so much lust, it instantly turns me very wet. No man has made me this horny with just looks or smell alone, except him.

“You’re playing with fire, Tempt,” he warns, hooking his hands under my armpits and pulling me on top of him. “Lucky I like it when you do,” he says, then thrusts up to me. I gasp when his hard cock touches me where I need it most. “Condom,” he says, then removes his hands from my body making me whine softly. He grabs one from the drawer next to him and places it on like a pro. He sits up and flips me so I’m on my back. His hand runs down my stomach to my pussy. He plays with my clit and smiles down at me. “What do you want?” he asks, inserting a finger ever so slowly.