The Realest Ever (33 page)

She dropped
to her knees suddenly, and the water began to spray on Donovan’s chest.  Kyra took his manhood into her mouth with such little warning, Donovan muttered, “Oh, shit,” and took a step back.  Kyra couldn’t take all of him in before the head pushed the back of her throat.  The water was all over her now.  She placed one hand on Donovan’s stomach and held the base of his dick with the other.  She worked her tongue as she backed out and sucked on the head for a while.  She then took him in as far as she could.

“Oh.”  Donovan’s whole body tightened.  He placed a hand on her shoulder and tentatively touched her head with the other.

Kyra reached up and placed her hand over his.  She pushed his fingers into her wet hair and gripped his hand tighter, urging him to do the same.  When she released his hand, Donovan felt more comfortable.  He clutched her hair as Kyra’s head bobbed back and forth.  Donovan shuddered, and she tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum.  She swallowed greedily and sucked harder, wanting more.

The feel of her jaws and tongue
on his meat made Donovan’s legs tremble.  The water was hot.  Kyra’s mouth was warm.  Donovan looked down and lost all of his composure when he saw Kyra’s lips wrapped around him, her jaws concave. 

“Oh, baby, stop.”

He tried to pull out, but Kyra wouldn’t let him.  She swatted his hands away when he tried to remove her face from his throbbing erection.

“Baby, I’m finna cum
,” he stressed.

Kyra heard him just fine.  B
ut Donovan was wrong in thinking that news would deter her.  In fact, Kyra couldn’t have been more thrilled about the prospect.  The muscles between her legs were already tightening in anticipation.  She was wet on the outside and just as wet on the inside.  She began to moan through her nose, and that was all she wrote.

“Oh, fuck, baby!”

Donovan’s dick jumped with each squirt of semen it pumped out.  The pre-cum was an appetizer.  This was the main course, and Kyra loved every drop of it.  She swallowed when her mouth was full, and she sucked harder, making sure to get it all out.  Donovan didn’t think he ever had an orgasm so powerful.  His toes curled so hard, Kyra heard them rubbing the bottom of the tub.  She didn’t back away for another thirty seconds.  She looked up at him, her eyes low, her lips parted, water pouring down her face, Donovan’s erection still jumping slightly in front of her nose.

“I…” 
He took a slow breath.  “I can’t wait to get inside you.  I want you to cum as hard as I just did.  I want you to fall asleep with me still inside you.”

Kyra didn’t please him in anticipation of a reward, but his comment
s delighted her immensely.  She tongue kissed his dick again before she rose to her feet.  Donovan’s hands were immediately all over her.  Kyra never took a
dirty
shower before.  It was an experience she would never forget.  She was glad that she shared it with her best friend and the love of her life.

CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN

BAD MATH

The next
morning Donovan had to wake everyone up at nine a.m. so he’d have time to make it to church with his mother.  He was open to taking Kyra and her kids with him, but she was reluctant.

“I haven’t talked to your mom since I been back,” she said.  “I don’t want to show up at her church out of the blue.”

“It’s not out of the blue,” Donovan said as he whipped up a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.  “And it’s not
her
church.  It’s God’s house.  Besides, I talk to my mom about you all the time.  I told her I wanted to bring you to church with me.”

“What about the fornication?” Kyra asked with a worried look in her eyes.
  “I don’t know if I’d feel right going to church after what happened last night.”

“Everyone sins,” Donovan said.  “I wish I could be perfect, but there are some things in the bible that I don’t totally agree with.”

That was news to Kyra.  “Like what?”

“I don’t know
,” Donovan said.  “Jonah and the whale.  Sex before marriage.  Living together before marriage.  Things like that.”

“Wow.  That’s a lot,” Kyra noticed.

Donovan shrugged.  “Not really.”

“You don’t believe in Jonah and the whale?”

“It’s hard to take literally.” 

“But you still believe in God?”

Donovan frowned.  “Of course.”

“How do you justify all of that,” Kyra asked, “and still be at peace with
the man upstairs?”

“What is this, a theological discussion?” Donovan asked.  “I just
asked if you wanted to go to church with me.”

Kyra laughed.  “I want to see your mother first, for lunch or something, before I walk into her church.
  I know you said everything’s cool now, but I think we need some kind of icebreaker.  There will be a lot of people watching us at church.  It could be a little awkward.”

“That’s cool,” Donovan said.  “How about today?  Me and my mom always go to lunch after church.  Do you want me to pick you up?”

Kyra shook her head.  Truth be told, she was afraid of Beverly Mitchell.  The last time she saw her, Beverly was kicking her out of her home, accusing Kyra of corrupting her only child.  But it was clear Donovan would do whatever he could to bring the two women in his life together. 

“Alright,”
Kyra said.  “What time?”

“Service usually end at twelve-thirty,” Donovan said.  “I’ll pick you up at one.  It’ll be fun.  I know my mom will be excited.”

“I doubt that,” Kyra muttered.

“As far as your question,” Donovan said, “I don’t try to justify my beliefs.  I just
pray and ask God to forgive me.”

“You ask Him to forgive you for not agreeing with Him?”

Donovan snickered.  “Not exactly, but, yeah, I guess so.  Sometimes.”

“And that works?”

Donovan put down his spatula and went to the counter where Kyra was standing.  “It works because God knows me better than anyone,” he said.  “He knows I love Jesus, and he knows I love you, too.”

Kyra grinned as she looked up at him.  She knew God was pleased with Donovan.  He loved his mother, went to church every Sunday, and Donovan couldn’t walk by anyone in need without offering to help. 

“I decided that I do want to live with you,” Kyra said.

Donovan’s smile was big and bright.  “That’s great, Kyra.  When?”

“I want to wait until I get my next check,” she said.  “So I can buy more furniture for the kids’ rooms.  And I want to be able to pay some of the bills, too.”

“Kyra, you don’t–”

She put two fingers over his lips, silencing him.  “Donovan, I’m not a deadbeat anymore.  If we’re going to be together, then we’re going to do it
together
.  You don’t have to support me.  I want to take care of you sometimes.”

“Alright,” Donovan said.  “That’s fine.”

Kyra wouldn’t get paid for another 30 days, but at least Donovan knew the exact date she would move in with him.  He hugged her tightly. 

T
hey were distracted by movement in the doorway.  It was Kat.  She walked into the kitchen groggily and headed for her mother.  She said, “Up,” reaching with both hands.  To their surprise, she was talking to Donovan rather than her mom.

“Oh no she didn’t,” Kyra said, but
she was tickled pink.

“I’m just as shocked as you,”
Donovan replied.  He bent to pick up the pint-sized princess.  “
Oof
.  You’re getting heavy,” he teased.  “Are you hungry?”

Kat nodded.  She held onto Donovan with one arm and pointed
at the stove with her free hand.  “I like eggs.”

“Oh, well
you’re in for a treat,” Donovan said.  “Eggs are my specialty.”

“Where are you
r shoes?” Kyra asked her daughter.

Kat shrugged.

“Girl.”  Kyra shook her head.  “Let me go find–”

“Wait.”  Donovan reached to stop her.  “Why don’t you finish up with breakfast
, and let me help find her shoes?”  He handed her the spatula.

Kyra
laughed.  “Alright daddy day care.  You have fun with that.  And make sure Q’s out of bed.  I woke him up twenty minutes ago, but I haven’t seen him since then.”

Kat was already quite the snitch.  “Q playing games
.  He in there.”  She pointed towards the den.

“What?”  Kyra was not amused.  “That boy knows not to
wake up and go straight to no games.  He didn’t even ask.”

She
started to head that way, but Donovan said, “I’ll take care of that, too.  You need to hurry up with breakfast.  We’re hungry.”

“We hungry,” Kat agreed.

“And don’t forget the bacon,” Donovan said as he exited the kitchen.

“Bacon!” Kat tacked on.

“I don’t even know where anything is!” Kyra called after him.

“
Everything’s in there somewhere,” Donovan yelled down the hallway.  “What kind of woman doesn’t know her way around a kitchen?”

Kyra grinned as she pulled the refrigerator open.  Donovan was doing everything he could to get her used to the idea of living with him. 
Kyra wanted to stick to the time frame she gave him, but it was hard to deny herself of something that felt so right.

She found the bacon in the
fridge, and she found seasonings for the eggs in the first place she looked.  “Talking about I don’t know my way around a kitchen…  I
know
my way around a kitchen,” she muttered as she prepared the meal.  She decided to make the best bacon and eggs Donovan had ever seen, to show him she was no lightweight.

≈≈≈≈≈≈≈

Kyra was still in a good mood when Donovan dropped her and the kids off an hour later, but it was short lived.  Aunt Ruth emerged from her bedroom when she heard them enter the house.  She pulled a robe over her slip and met them in the living room.  Aunt Ruth looked tired and frustrated.  But she looked like that all of the time, so Kyra didn’t pay her any mind.

“Sorry we woke you.”  She ushered the kids to
the bedroom, hoping to make it past their mean landlord without any trouble. 

“We need to talk,” Aunt Ruth said. 

“Oh, okay,” Kyra said.  “Y’all go ahead,” she told Kat and Quinell. 

Kyra
went and stood in front of her aunt, but Ruth walked by her and took a seat on the couch, indicating this would be one of those dreaded
sit down
kinda talks.

Dammit
.  Kyra hated coming home sometimes.  She thought about Donovan’s offer as she followed her aunt and sat on the loveseat across from her.  Donovan said Kyra could move in with him whenever she was ready.  She kept his offer tucked away, like it was a get out of jail free card, which made it easier to deal with whatever her aunt was about to say.

“What’s wrong, Auntie?”

“Where’s my money, girl?”

Kyra’s head cocked slowly to the side.  “What are you talking about?”

“My money you supposed to pay me when you get your check,” her aunt said.  “You got paid on the
first
.  Why you ain’t paid me?”

“Today’s the
second
,” Kyra said.  “Why you tripping about it already?  It’s only been
one day
.”

“Yeah, and you been ducking and dodging me,” Ruth said.  Her eyes looked very small through her coke bottle glasses.  But her mouth was big.  Big and ugly, set in a sneer.  She pointed a long, skinny finger at her ungrateful niece.  “You knew I wanted my money yesterday.  You knew I had plans for that.”

Kyra couldn’t believe this was really happening.  Ruth had been an asshole since the day Kyra arrived with her children, but this was unreasonable.  “How am I supposed to know you had plans?” she said.  “You don’t tell me nothing.”

“You get paid on the
first
, and I want my money on the
first
,” her aunt reiterated.

“Okay, whatever,” Kyra said.  “How much money am I supposed to owe you?”

“Fifteen hundred dollars.”  Aunt Ruth actually said it with a straight face.

Kyra’s jaw dropped.  After taxes and medical insurance
for her and the kids, she only made $1,800 for a month’s work at J.T. Elder.  She’d be damned if this witch got 85% of it. 

“How the hell do I owe you
fifteen hundred dollars
?”

“Don’t be cussing at me!”

“How do I owe you fifteen hundred dollars?” Kyra snapped.

“What you mean,
how
?  You been living here for two months, ain’t paid no bills, barely bought some groceries.  Plus I’m doing all this babysitting.  You going out damned near every night with one of your man friends.”  Ruth waved her hand.  “Girl, you got so many of them, I can’t keep up no more.”