Antagonize Me (19 page)

“You’re not getting head either.”

“I wasn’t thinking of me.” He winks at me.

“Well, in that case, I’m sure that could be arranged.” I smile at him.

“That’s my girl.”

Kyrone was thoroughly disappointed when he didn’t get to give me head in the shopping center. The sales lady would not leave us alone. Apparently she’s a big fan of his and wouldn’t stop talking to him. He tried hard to get her to disappear, but she wouldn’t have it. I tried on four outfits before I got sick of her touching him and praising him. His head is big enough as it is without her adding to it. Though each time I walked out with a new outfit on, he would stop talking to her and look at me like he wanted to eat me regardless of whether we had an audience. I look for a new hair accessory to add to the pile of clothes and when I return he’s bought everything I tried on.

“I can buy my own clothes,” I say, not happy about this.

“Why would you do that when I can?” he asks like it’s a natural occurrence.

“I have my own money, Kyrone,” I tell him, not wanting an audience.

“Yes, but I have more,” he replies, grabbing for my hand as we walk out.

“I have more, way more,” I tell him. He doesn’t really know how much I actually have.

“I doubt that,” he says laughing softly.

“What do you earn a year? A few million maybe?” I say to which he nods his head.

“I have triple that,” I say smiling victoriously. He stops and looks at me.

“Why do you want to go back to New York to work then? You don’t have to leave,” he says, not even referring to the amount of money I have.

“I want to do something with my life. I don’t want to do nothing.”

“You are doing something. You’re making me happy. Making me love.” I stop and look at him. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I don’t love easily. My mother and my father are the only ones I’ve even given my love to. You, Christina, you are stealing it,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. I see a flash go off next to me and turn to see a cameraman taking photographs of us. I duck my head and keep walking. Kyrone catches up and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers.

“It’s late, we have to go and get ready,” he says and I look at the clock. It’s already seven p.m.

Once we arrive back at his hotel, I shower and start getting ready while he’s on the phone. I hear his voice raise up a couple of times and he definitely doesn’t sound happy. I watch him from the mirror as I do my hair and he calls someone else. He isn’t yelling this time, his voice is soft and gentle. He sees me watching and winks at me through the mirror. I drop my towel and shimmy into one of the dresses we purchased. This one is long at the back and short at the front. It pushes my boobs right up and there’s no need to wear a bra. He hangs up when I walk out of the bathroom and his eyes appreciate me, taking me in.

“You can’t leave my side,” he says, then walks to the closet, pulls out a pair of black slacks and puts on a blue button up shirt. He leaves the two top buttons undone and I want to walk to him to strip him naked and then run my hand all over his body.

“Dirty girl,” he says and my eyes shoot back up to his. “We will have all night,” he says and comes over to help me with my heels. I don’t have much makeup on, just mascara and some blush. My heels lace up over my ankle and he lightly drags his hand up my leg, stopping just short of my dress.

“Don’t tease,” I say to him. He stands when they are both done and leans forward and kisses my cheek.

When we arrive at the club, we are dropped right at the door. We go straight to the front of the line and are ushered inside. People approach and start talking to Kyrone immediately, but he holds my hand, not letting go. I stand there listening to how everyone thinks he will be the next biggest thing in football, bigger than he already is, and smile when he introduces me.

I pull away to get a drink. The drink I was given when we arrived is all gone and I need a new one. Kyrone pulls me back. “Where are you going?” he asks in my ear.

“I need a drink, I’ll be right back,” I reply and he reluctantly lets me go after kissing me on the lips. The bar is packed. I try to wave down a bartender, but he doesn’t see me. A very large man, who’s quite attractive, smiles at me. While he may be bigger than Kyrone, he is not as handsome.

“Hey pretty, what can I get ya?” he asks, waving his hand. The bartender flies down the bar to him. I tell him my order and thank the man next to me. He smiles and it gives me the creeps. “What do ya say we head back to the private area for a while?” he asks, his breath absolutely stinking of alcohol and it immediately makes me want to throw up.

“No thanks. Thanks for the drink,” I say and turn to walk away. He grabs me by the waist and it pisses me off. I turn around to say something when he pulls my body flush to his.

“No one says
no
to me. You must be shy. Want me to loosen you up?” he slurs.
Yuck!
I try to pull away, but he’s strong. A fist comes flying past my head and I just miss the impact when it hits Stinky straight in the mouth. He lets go of me and I stumble back, landing in Kyrone’s arms.

“Are you okay?” he asks, turning me around then looking me up and down. “Shit! This is the exact reason why I didn’t want you to leave me,” he says, looking back at Stinky.

“Never touch her again, Gallon,” he says to the man who’s now standing back up.

“She wanted it,” he spits. Kyrone flies past me and slams his fist into his face one more time. Security is called and come to pull them apart. “You wait, you prick. You
will
pay for touching me!” Gallon shouts at Kyrone. I grab Kyrone’s hand and pull him to the door. He doesn’t say a word when we get to the car and he still doesn’t speak to me when we get home.

I can’t take his silence anymore, so I decide I’ll get him to speak. I walk to where he’s lying on the bed and stand at the end.

“Didn’t you promise me something tonight?” I ask, dropping the shoulder of my dress. He doesn’t respond and I drop the other. “If you don’t want it…” I shrug my shoulders and let the dress drop, then walk to the kitchen completely naked. I hear his footsteps coming up behind me. He grabs my hair and pulls me back roughly, the back of my head landing against his chest.

“This is why.” He breathes hard. “This is why I avoided this relationship back then,” he says and I understand. “I go crazy with the thought of you… ” He touches me, touches my breast. “With another man’s hands on you.” His hand moves lower, making me breathe heavier. “With another man’s eyes on you.” He touches me in that spot, that spot that makes me so wet. “No one can ever have you,” he says, inserting a finger. “They can’t have what’s mine.
Never,
” he says and inserts another.

He releases me and I turn my body so I’m facing him. “What makes me yours?” I ask, trailing my hand down his chest, going for his sweet spot. “Is it that you want to claim me? Or is it that you want me so bad?” I ask when I take his cock in my hand.

“It’s because I love you,” he replies and I gasp as he inserts another finger and his mouth closes over mine. I want to speak, but I just don’t know what to say or what to think. I’m pretty sure I love him, though love can feel like drowning, it can pull you under and keep you down. Maybe he will keep me up, keep me floating.

He lifts me up and places me on the bench, then he steps back and looks at me. “Will you destroy me?” he asks, looking vulnerable for the first time ever.

“Maybe… but you might destroy me as well,” I say. He steps back into my space.

“Promise me, if we destroy each other, we will find each other again,” he says and I nod my head. No more distance. No more running. We will do this, for as long as we can. I really hope it works, because I don’t know how I would come out if this were to end.

“I think I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you dance,” he tells me, walking back so close he’s wrapped in my legs. “I just didn’t know what it was. Think of all the time we’ve missed,” he says, leaning in to kiss me quickly. “Can people fall in love that fast?” he asks me.

“I think so. I think love comes in all different forms and happens for all different reasons.” He reaches for me again and lifts me from the bench. I position myself on him and slide down. He holds me so I can move. I let go and drop on him while his eyes close. I watch him, fascinated.

“You’re magic,” he whispers. “You’re all I see.” I kiss him to shut him up so he will move.

He places his hands under my arms, lifts me and drops me hard. I throw my head back, then his hands move to my ass and he does the same again. I let him take control, I let him have me. He slaps my ass hard and I scream while he smiles.

“Scream my name,” he says into my ear, then bites it.

“No,” I say, fighting him on it but also smiling.

“Scream it,” he says when he slaps me harder. I try to hold off as he fucks me, but when it comes time, and he slaps me harder than last time, I do as he asks. I scream his name so loud his smile is huge.

“Told you one day you’d be screaming my name,” he jokes afterward.

“Don’t get cocky or it will never happen again,” I say, pushing him off me so I can get down. He holds on and won’t let me move.

“Want to try for seconds? I bet I can get you to say it again.” He laughs and lets me down. As soon as I turn around he bends me over and comes close to my ear. “Hold on, Pinkie, we’re gonna teach you a lesson. The lesson is to scream my name,” he says laughing and fucks me again. This time he didn’t have to tell me to scream it. This time, I just did.

Four weeks have passed. Two weeks of sex every day, sometimes twice a day, and my hoo-ha is aching. The time spent with him has been magical though. He’s brought a smile to my face every day, and he’s told me he loves me every day. I say it back now, it’s becoming comfortable. I got my old job back and it’s keeping me occupied while Kyrone spends his days training and practicing for his next game. Sometimes he comes home so tired that as soon as he enters, he passes out from exhaustion. He’s pushing himself hard though I guess he always has. He always wakes me in the morning before he leaves, for sex, for a kiss, or for a touch of my body. I don’t deny him. I let him have it all.

Tonight’s a big game for him and he’s asked me to come. I haven’t been to one since the last time I came here. He persuaded me though, mainly with his mouth. I gave in because he works wonders with that
mouth. He also never stops kissing me. I wonder if a day will come when we don’t kiss as much? Or if we won’t touch as much?

I wait in the stand and watch as he runs out onto the field. He stops when he’s near me and blows me a kiss. Girls start cheering near me and I smile at him and pretend to catch it. The opposing team comes out and I don’t pay much attention until Kyrone’s face goes hard. I turn to where he’s looking and see the man from the bar… Gallon. He spots me and salutes at me. I shiver and look back at Kyrone. He looks pissed and beyond angry.

Kyrone climbs the front of the chairs, leans up over the bar and calls to me. I shake my head and his eyes narrow. I walk the two steps down and he pulls my face to his and his lips meet mine. The crowd starts cheering and I blush when I open my eyes to see the stadium camera on us. He jumps back down and joins the rest of his team.

His team is winning. He looks fierce out there. Dangerous. I watch as he catches the ball and runs, then I see Gallon aiming straight for him. I want to close my eyes as he gets closer. They’re both running so fast, I can see the impact before it happens. Gallon is bigger, probably the biggest thug on the opposing team.