The Realest Ever (26 page)

If Kyra discovered a drug that could give her the surge of euphoria she felt at that moment, she would destroy it.  It was too powerful.  All of her anxiety and pent up frustration and longing spun together like a tornado in her chest.  There was a great explosion, leaving the purest form of joy and love and peace in its wake.  It was so
wonderful, Kyra thought she might pass out. 

Again her eyes squirted tears.  Donovan reached to wipe them
this time.  His touch was soft yet electrifying.  Kyra was unaware that she leaned her face into his strong hand.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

Donovan smiled and nodded.  “I know.”

So where do we go from here
?  Kyra’s heart yearned for an answer, but she didn’t ask.  She knew Donovan was about to tell her.  He had always been the rock in her life, ever since she was a child.  She trusted him 100%, knowing he would never do anything to harm her.

“I did get jealous when you went out with Roland.”

“I didn’t want to make you jealous,” Kyra said.

“I know.  I told you to go out with him, even though I knew you wanted to go out with me instead.”

Kyra grinned. 
So you could tell
?

“The reason for that goes back to that song and our kiss,” Donovan stated.  “I lost you for fifteen years, and I never want to lose you again.  I’m afraid that if we have a relationship, and something goes wrong, we won’t be friends anymore, like last time.”

The mere thought of it brought Donovan a fresh wave of the heartache he felt when his mother kicked Kyra out of their home.  His eyes glistened.  He brushed the moisture away with his shoulder.

Kyra’s heart bled for him.  No one had ever loved her as much as Donovan did.  It was the most amazing feeling
in the world.

“That’s why I feel bad about telling you not to see Roland,” he said.  “Because I
still don’t know if you and I should get in a relationship like that.  I shouldn’t have interfered with your love life unless I was sure.”

Kyra felt a tinge of disappointment.  He wasn’t sure.  She was ready to give herself to him
in all capacities, but Donovan wasn’t sure.  Maybe he was right.  Was their fairytale love affair meant to be, or was it their eternal friendship that was destined.  There was no way to know for sure.  Kyra knew Donovan would complete her life in either scenario.  She smiled.

“I’m ready for whatever you decide. 
You don’t have to make a decision right now.  I’m not going anywhere.”

Donovan returned her smile, though he knew it was wrong to hold Kyra’s heart hostage indefinitely.  She was a beautiful
woman, and she deserved to fly.  Donovan let her go two weeks ago, but he pulled the string tied to her leg when she flew too far away from him.  That was something he could never do again, regardless of what their future held.

The referee blew
his whistle, signaling the beginning of the third quarter.  Donovan noticed the seats around them were filled again. 

“
You wanna get some snacks?” he asked Kyra.

She nodded.  Donovan stood and
took her hand and helped her up.  He looked her up and down, the bright stadium lights twinkling in his eyes. 

“You know you
’re wearing the hell out of that dress, don’t you?”

“Thank you, Mr. Mitchell.  You are one handsome devil yourself.”

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Donovan got popcorn and soft drinks for both of th
em.  Kyra got a pack of cherry Now & Later’s and a pickle, or as Donovan called it,
The Hood Chick Special
.  They took a leisurely stroll around the stadium on the way back to their seats, and Donovan was delighted to run into his former football coach. 

Coach
Jackson was no longer molding bright minds and strong bodies at Finley High, but he never missed their games.  He congratulated Donovan for everything from his game winning sack against Rosemont in 1997 to his current coaching success at Western Hills.  It took Donovan nearly ten minutes to end the conversation.

“Sorry about that,” he said, chuckling, as he and Kyra continued their moonlit promenade.

“That man loves you to death,” she said.  She was just as proud of him.  Donovan was proof that you don’t have to make a million dollars or invent the next iPhone to have an impact on people’s lives.  He was a hometown hero.

“It was hard for me to keep my mind on what Coach Jackson was saying
, with you over there popping those Now & Later’s,” he told her. 

Kyra gave him a curious look.  Donovan grinned at her as he sipped his soda.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean
what do I mean
.  You know good and well what I mean.”

Kyra laughed.  “Boy, you’re talking in riddles.  I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t remember the cherry Now & Later’s?”

Kyra shook her head.  “I always used to eat these.  They’re my favorite.  I haven’t had
any in over a year.”

“I’m talking about that day,” Donovan said.  “
Our kiss
.  You were eating cherry Now & Later’s.”

Kyra thought she remembered every second of
that day
, but she didn’t remember that.  “I used to eat them all the time,” she said.  “What about it?”

“I tasted it,” Donovan said.  “When I kissed you.”

Kyra grinned mischievously as she realized what he was saying. 
Oh
.  “You remember what my tongue tastes like?”

Donovan stared at her beautiful
lips as she spoke.  Her tongue was completely red because of the candy.

“Kyra, I’ve dreamt of that taste, of your mouth, those red lips.  You shouldn’t have ate that candy.  I’m having all kinds of flashbacks.  You don’t know what it’s doing to me.”

Damn
.  And Donovan didn’t know what he was doing to Kyra!  The look in his eyes had her heart racing again.  But they already talked about this.  Donovan said he didn’t want to cross the threshold.  She didn’t think a pack of candy could change that.

“Come on,”
he said.  Donovan dropped one of the sodas he was carrying and grabbed her hand.  He began to move so fast Kyra lost hold of her pickle.  She looked back at it as it rolled into the ice from Donovan’s spilled soda.

“What’s wrong?  Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Donovan
’s pace increased as he moved deftly around the pillars and concession stands at the stadium.  Kyra thought he was in a rush to get back to their seats, but Donovan hurried past the corridor that led to the stairway.  He stopped when they reached a locked gate.  But it wasn’t locked.  The chains were draped through both sides to make it appear impassible, but Donovan pulled the chains free, and the gate swung open.

Kyra couldn’t have been more perplexed.  “What are you doing?”

“Come on,” he urged.  He tossed his other soda and their popcorn in a nearby receptacle before he slipped inside the gate. 

Kyra followed with butterflies
flittering in her stomach. 
What in the world
? 

Once inside, Donovan draped the chains over the lock, like it was when they found it.  He took Kyra’s hand again and led her deeper into the underbelly of the stadium.

Kyra noticed the bright lights above didn’t fully permeate this secluded area.  But the noise from the crowd was just as loud.  In fact, it sounded like they were right in the midst of it.  Soon there was grass and gravel beneath their feet rather than concrete.  There were discarded cups and food wrappers almost everywhere.  Kyra looked up and saw slits of light shining through long metal planks.  She looked closer and saw an assortment of shoes that still had legs attached to them.  A lot of the feet were moving.

Oh my God, he took me under the bleachers
!

Donovan
finally came to a stop when he reached a large pillar.  He turned and faced Kyra.  He took her by the shoulders and turned her around.  He backed her against the pillar and let her go.  The bells on Kyra’s mum jingled in the darkness.  Her breaths were hurried.

“What are we doing here?”

“Are you scared?” Donovan asked.

“No.  Not with you.”  Kyra’s eyes were wide.  Her
breasts rose and fell.  It was hypnotizing, that lush caramel colored cleavage.  Donovan took a step towards her.

“What do kids do under the bleachers?” he asked.  Kyra saw the glimpse of a smile
teasing his lips.

“They, they make out
?”

Donovan nodded.  “That’s how I know how to get in here.  I found quite a few students under the
se bleachers over the years.”

“Okay,” Kyra managed.  “But why are
we
here, together?”

“Because of
you and your Now & Later’s,” Donovan said.  “You have no idea how bad I want to taste you.”  He took another step.

Kyra
was nearly trembling.  “But, but I thought you said–”

“I know what I said.
  And I decided what I want.  I want you.  I want those red lips.  Right now.”

Kyra nearly swallowed the candy in her mouth as Donovan
closed the distance between them.  He put his hands on her hips, and Kyra’s whole body was electrified. 

Oh
yes.  Oh my God
! 

Donovan closed his eyes a moment before his lips met hers.  Kyra
shuddered and moaned involuntarily.  Donovan sucked her bottom lip.  She was so sweet!  Kyra kissed him back.  Her heart was like a locomotive.  Cymbals clashed overhead as the band celebrated a Finley High touchdown.  And then came the drums.  It was so loud!

The crowd cheered.  They stomped their feet.  Do
novan was a demanding lover.  He gripped her tightly.  His tongue slipped inside her mouth, and he quickly claimed the space as his own. 

“Oh, Kyra!”  He
pulled her hips, hard, until she could feel his wanting.  His hands slipped to the back of her dress, and he squeezed her ass.  The material was so thin.  And Kyra felt so good.  Donovan was blind with passion.  Kyra felt the muscles between her legs clenching, over and over again.  The sliver of candy in her mouth slipped into Donovan’s.  He quickly swallowed it and sucked Kyra’s tongue in search of more.

The throbbing
in his boxers was as fierce as it was fifteen years ago, but there was no hesitance this time.  No fear that they would be found.  No fear that they would have to stop before this kiss reached its conclusion.  His hands skated up and down Kyra’s frame.  His chest thundered.  He knew it would be like this!  He always knew.

Kyra gasped for air when Donovan left her mouth and sucked the flesh beneath her ear.  She threw her head back and moaned her approval.  Donovan greedily
licked the hot skin she exposed to him.  His tongue was on fire.  And Kyra was, too.  She felt the slickness in her panties.  She wanted Donovan to touch her there.  She grinded against his body.  The friction against her clitoris made her shout out in ecstasy.

“
Oh
!”  She was so loud.  She couldn’t help it. 

Donovan had her backed up against the pillar.  He grinded his hips
between her legs.  He was rock hard.  Kyra could feel every inch of it.

“I want you so bad!” he moaned.

“I want you, too,” she panted.  “I love you.”

Donovan pulled back so he could look into her eyes.  “I love you, too.  I always have.”

He kissed her again.  Kyra ran her hands up his sides.  Donovan was ripped!  She raked her hands over his abs, up to his chest.  She squeezed his pectorals. 
Oh wow
. 

“Come home with me,” Donovan said.

Kyra couldn’t hear much beyond the blood rushing past her ears.  “I love you,” she muttered.  “I love you, Donovan.”

“
I want to take you home,” he said.  “Can you stay with me?”

“Yes,” Kyra whispered.  “Forever.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ETERNALLY YOURS

Kyra ended
the call with her aunt and returned her cellphone to her purse.  She looked up at Donovan who was watching her instead of the freeway.

“What’d she say?”

Kyra blushed.  “She said yes.”

Donovan’s smile brightened.  “That’s awesome.”

Kyra nodded.  She was still stunned from Donovan’s stunt under the bleachers.  “That was some kiss.”

“It was,” Donovan
agreed.  “It was the best ever.”

“Really?”

He looked over at her.  Kyra’s eyes were dark and beautiful.

“The first time we kissed was the reigning champ,” he said.  “But
tonight was better.”