Knock Love Out (A Sensual New Adult Crossover Romance) (28 page)

Sometimes you wonder if everyone in your life has a purpose. If that shit was intentional. Sometimes, I look at Fiona next to my son and wonder if they get married. I wonder if Hattie is fucking sad that she has extra wrinkled skin and can’t eat a million calorie Oreos because of me and Lilla and you can’t have babies. Sometimes I look at her childhood purple eyes and think we are even. Always I’m just fucking grateful for my boy. No matter how he got here.

Sometimes Lilla surprises the fuck out of me. The way she sings to our son. The way
Zachary
flows so easy-bliss from her lips. The amount of love she has inside of her. The selflessness for allowing another woman to cook her creation. Ours.

Sometimes she sneaks into my bed with Zachary and cuddles at two a.m. when he’s being a pain in the ass and won’t sleep. Always I let her. Always I hold the both of them. Always it’s the best fucking moment of my life.

Sometimes I ask her until I’m blue in the face. Sometimes she laughs. Sometimes she fidgets and cries. Sometimes she breaks my shit and throws a tantrum like she’s my age. Our kid’s age.

Sometimes?

Sometimes, she says
yes.

Acknowledgements

Rebecca, I'm blessed to have you as my friend, mentor and red pen. Thank you for all the late night talks and encouragement. You mean the world to me.

Julie, you are the weird, beautiful colors of the sky. Never change, Salmon Sky.

Jena, stay “gone with the wind fabulous,” child.

Pella Grace

Professional Author | Food Addict | Local Farm Pusher | Habitual F-word sayer.

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Coventon Campus Series

Kenya Wright

Chapter 1

The Kermit the Frog lamp bathed my roommate and her boyfriend’s nude bodies in dim green light. They writhed and rubbed against each other, moaning and groaning in the bed only four feet away from mine. Sex filled the air. Peeking further out from under the covers, I inhaled the sweet scent and licked my lips. 

“You smell so good. I just want to taste every inch of you.” Jay planted a trail of kisses on Cynthia’s pale skin, from her neck to her flat stomach. She purred in approval. He took his time, lowering himself to the center of her thighs.

God he’s beautiful. I should close my eyes and turn away.

Drops of water wet Jay’s chestnut brown curls and trickled down his back. I longed to lick the moistness away. They both must’ve come out of the shower. For the past three months, they’d been showering together most nights. Cynthia hated how sweaty he was after football practice.
I can’t believe it’s already been three months. My best friend is hooked on her for sure.
He’d never been with anyone longer than a month without trying to break up once or twice before it was over.

“Oh, Jay!” Cynthia moaned, yet her face wore a neutral mask.

The muscles on his arms flexed as he devoured Cynthia’s center. I couldn’t get a good look so I imagined him taunting her with no mercy—the tip of his tongue sliding up and down in lazy strokes and his mouth sucking on her plump clit. My legs shook as I slowly wound my hips in a circular motion so excited to get my fingers between my thighs.

“Oh my god, Jay!”

I gripped the sheets. Her moaning had waked me up in the first place. Not that I was ever pissed when that happened. Those moans ripped from her parted lips and drummed little jealous pangs in my chest. “Lick it, baby. Yes. Yes.”

My own sex clenched and moistened.
I shouldn’t do this again. I really shouldn’t.
My heart sped up with anticipation. My skin tingled. I squeezed my thighs together with no relief.
I’ll just look for a tiny bit. They probably won’t even finish anyway. They never do.
Moving her long, blond hair away from her face, Cynthia slapped his back to get his attention. Jay lifted his head. The light shined on his wet lips.

“Turn the music on so Evie won’t wake up.” Cynthia shielded her stiff pink nipples with a pillow decorated in scenes from the movie “Muppets Go To Hollywood.”

“We won’t wake her.”

“We will,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake her up again. I think she was pissed the last time.”

Groaning, he jumped off the bed. I got a great view of his equipment, not that this was my first time. I’d seen it for years. At thirteen, we used to skinny-dip near Middleton’s plank, an old, abandoned port behind his house. Just Jay, his crazy dog Humphrey Bogart, and me. My mom was his dad’s executive assistant. Our parents conducted lots of business out of his dad’s office in the back of the huge house. I would take the bus home with Jay and hang out until Mom finished. Even then with Jay’s slim frame and acne covered face, he’d captured my heart. He just never realized it, and I didn’t have the balls to tell him so.

If he liked me, he would have told me himself.

Jay always claimed I was beautiful, complimenting the silky touch of my chocolate complexion and the uniqueness of my curly hair. I’d grown it out for him, letting it fall a few inches pass my shoulders. On the few mornings we ran together, I could swear he checked out my behind and legs sometimes. Although I was slim, I had curves in all the right places. But, he never approached me in any other way besides a devoted buddy.

I remained satisfied as his best friend, one who consoled him when both his parents’ died, became his pen pal when he moved off to live with his grandparents, been his confidant in his darkest moments of high school, and eventually followed him to Proctor University in Coventon, Florida far off on the east coast and many miles away from Monterey, California. I’d never regretted the move, even though I missed my mom and friends.

“Is your iPod on your desk or shelf?” Jay asked Cynthia.

“Shelf.”

My pulse quickened some more as Jay tip toed in her area, the whole time trying to hold himself.
Damn, he’s so much bigger now. And even more cut with muscle.
He could barely hide his erection with both hands. The thickness was hard and pointing upward.  The tip swelled with need. He scrambled around Cynthia’s shelf, which was crowded with The Muppets’ stuffed animals—Fozzy Bear wearing
Wocka! Wocka! Wocka!
on his t-shirt,  Rowlf the Dog playing a plastic piano, Gonzo in full tuxedo, and several Miss Piggys in evening gowns, catholic school girl outfits, daisy dukes, or the latest gift from Jay, Lady GaGa Miss Piggy. So many of Cynthia’s collectibles rested on the shelf that it seemed he was having a difficult time finding her iPod.

A sigh left his lips as he gave up with her side and rushed to mine.

Cynthia sat up in bed. “No. Don’t. Evie will be mad.”

“No, she won’t.” He pressed my iPod as it rested near the speakers and dove back into bed. “She’ll just be mad it’s not one of the three queens.”

“Queens?”

“Etta, Ella, or Billie.”

“Oh you mean her jazz music.” Cynthia giggled. I smirked while the chilly electro-pop group, Purity Ring, played in the background. A female voice filled the room, singing the first lyrics to “Fineshrine.” Harmonious, hard-hitting bass rode an electronic piano’s melody and throbbed through my body. It was one of the albums he put on my iPod when he bought it for my birthday last month. He’d been trying to convince me that electro-pop represented real music while my favorite hip hop groups ranked high on the list of uncreative and monotonous garbage and practically all of my jazz made him yearn to kill himself. I pretended like I hated the playlists he’d put on there, when in reality I listened to them nonstop as I studied in the library.

“Okay. Music is on. No more stopping me.” He landed a path of kisses over one breasts. She panted, her chest rising and falling in a staccato pattern. Envy crept into my pores, but I did my best to think through it and focus on the moment, their moment. “Come here, sweetheart.”

They returned to love making. Motivated by the song’s rhythm, he caressed her navel with his fingertips in lazy swirls that made her writhe and whimper under the music. Inch by inch, I slipped off my panties thankful that the music was on and they wouldn’t hear my bed squeak. It took so long.
Be patient.
I had to remain a sleeping pile to them, so every ten seconds or so I did a slow and lazy rolling over as if experiencing an upsetting dream or being riled by the presence of the song.

“Wait. Maybe we should turn the music down,” Cynthia suggested.

“What?”

“The music might be too loud.”

“It’s fine.” He dove his hand between her thighs.

A gasp rushed out of her open mouth. “Ouch.”

He paused. “Did that hurt?”

“No … I just don’t …”

“What?”

“Just go softer.”

“Like this?”

“You don’t even have to touch me there.”

“I know, but I love touching you there.” He removed his hand from the center of her thighs and lapped his tongue at her nipple.

“Enough.” She squirmed under him. “Just take me now.”

“Are you sure?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re so beautiful. I like taking my time.”

“And I like being fucked fast and hard.” She spread her legs, seized his cock, and squeezed the point. Biting his lip, he raised himself up and got between her thighs. It seemed she won.

She screeched a little as he pierced her. His buttocks clenched together. My erect clit floated in the slick wetness of my arousal. I imaged him near my center instead of my own fingers, him thrusting inside of me, his hands squeezing the full mounds of my breasts and teasing the points, his voice whispering his desire in my ear, his scent seeping into my skin until he possessed me. I brought my other hand to my hard nipple. A sigh escaped my lips as I pinched it. Sparks of pleasure heated in my chest and soared to my wet sex.

“Faster, baby.” She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in an odd expression. I couldn’t figure out if this was her sex face or if she had to go to the bathroom.

Hey, I can’t judge. Who knows what my face looks like when I’m having sex? I bet it’s crazy.

“Faster, Jay.”

“Like that?” The head board banged against the wall.

“Yes.” It came out as a whisper.

Please don’t stop.

I kept my body as stiff as I could while flicking my finger from side to side over my drenched lips. My clit puffed up some more. Teasing myself, I deliberately strayed away from touching that aching bud. Like hide and seek, I tip toed my fingers near, calling out with feathery brushes, letting her know I was so near to revealing her hiding place.

Not yet. Not until he comes.

The first time I heard him scream in pleasure was the instance I became hooked. It was like a drug entering my blood stream. Two weeks ago in the darkness of our room, he came hard into Cynthia’s mouth and I’d soaked my bed sheets with my own arousal. From that day on, I needed to hear him come inside of her.

So close.

Cynthia’s mattress moved up and down. The head board hit the wall some more. Her breasts bounced with the bed’s cadence. He lowered down and savored her nipples.
Oh god.
Shivers of hot lust waved up my body, from the tip of my toes to the hard points of my own nipples. I bit down into my pillow to silence my moans.

If I could only get up from my bed, rip off my shirt, and lay between them, all would be perfect. Their bodies were sleek, shining in the light and moving together like only two humans could do in the middle of rapture.

“Oink!” her phone rang.

The loud oinking drowned out Purity Ring’s song. Jay groaned in annoyance. I cursed under my breath and then tensed, hoping no one noticed the noise coming from me. Another oink rang from the phone. Of course Cynthia stopped him by hitting his chest. She always did when the phone chimed, which had coincidentally been ringing around this time any night he stayed over. The third oink sounded.