The Realest Ever (7 page)

“When Kyra’s mom got arrested,
her brother and sister had to go live with relatives in Arkansas,” he said.  “That’s where most of her family is from.  I begged my mom to let Kyra stay with us, and she did.  But it didn’t last long.” 

“Beverly let her live with y’all?”  Brianna couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, but my mama never really trusted her,” Donovan explained.  “She thought Kyra would mess up my life just because hers was messed up.  The longer Kyra lived with us, the more my mom didn’t like her.  It only lasted about five months.   

“One day we came home from school, and Mama had all of Kyra’s stuff packed.  She said Kyra’s family wanted her to go to Arkansas to be with them.  I didn’t believe it, and Kyra didn’t either.  She cried so much.  I did
, too.”

Brianna was still
against Kyra’s return to her boyfriend’s life, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her after that story.  She could imagine Beverly dragging Kyra’s suitcase to the door while Donovan and Kyra cried in the background. 

In her mind’s eye, Brianna could see Donovan and Kyra holding hands until the last
moment.  The awful adults in their lives had to pry them apart.  Kyra was forced to live without her
only source of peace
for the next fifteen years.

Brianna
caught herself before she started feeling
too
sympathetic for Donovan’s supposed play-sister.

“Pull her up on
Facebook,” she said.  “I wanna see what she looks like.”

Donovan
pursed his lips, but he reached for his cellphone on the coffee table.

“No,
do it on the computer,” Brianna said, getting up.  “I wanna see her on a
big
screen.”

Donovan
considered not complying, but then he rose from his recliner.  Brianna watched him closely.  She didn’t know if he was hesitant because he had something to hide or because he didn’t like being ordered around.  She knew she’d find out which one it was in a few short moments.

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Kyra was so beautiful, Brianna almost started crying.  She bullied Donovan out of his computer chair so she could navigate Kyra’s profile at her own pace.  Donovan stood next to her, his patience growing thinner by the second.

“You know I’m only
allowing this because I care about you,” he said, “and I understand that this might be a little weird for you.  But if you don’t start acting like you trust me–”

“You didn’t tell me she was gorgeous,” Brianna said, her eyes on the computer screen.
  “How many kids does she have?”

“Two.”

“Is she still with her
baby-daddy
?” Brianna asked with a pompous tone.  “Or should I say
baby-daddies
?”

Donovan grunted.  “You were sitting right there when I talked to her.  Did you hear me ask about that?”

“Why you getting an attitude?”

“Why you trying to put her down?” Donovan asked.

“What do you care?” Brianna said, her eyes on the computer.

Donovan couldn’t answer right away.
  Why was it his job to defend Kyra?  He couldn’t answer that question fifteen years ago, either.

“
You sent her messages
?!”  Brianna’s voice was nearly a shriek.

“Of course I sent her messages.  How do you think she got my number?”

“‘
Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s really you
!’” Brianna read.  “What the hell, Donovan?”

“What do you mean?”

“You got it in caps and everything!”  Brianna’s eyes skated across the screen, her scowl growing deeper by the second.  “‘
I can barely sit still
?!’” she read.  “‘
I’ll fly to Arkansas if I have to
!?’”

“You said you wanted to see what she looked like,” Donovan said.  “Why you reading my personal messages?”

“You’re writing personal messages to another female,” Brianna said.  “I have a right to see this!”

“
A right
?  What the…?”  Donovan shook his head in exasperation.  He wanted to physically remove Brianna from his computer.  She was a skinny girl.  It wouldn’t take much.  But Donovan never manhandled a woman.  His mother would pass out at just the thought of it.  “See, this is why…”  He mumbled something and then turned, heading for his recliner.

“This is why
what
?” Brianna yelled at him.  “This is why
what
, Donovan?”

Why I don’t wanna live with your crazy ass
, Donovan thought – but of course did not say.  Brianna was out of control now, but she really had her panties in a bunch a month ago when Donovan pressed the PAUSE button on her marriage plans. 

Brianna
was 27 years old, and she already had life figured out.  She believed Donovan was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.  He was tall, dark and any woman within a mile radius knew he was handsome.  Donovan’s teaching job was rather
blah
by Brianna’s standards, but she was an executive at the General Motor’s Las Colinas office, so she didn’t need her man to bring in a lot of money.

Brianna hoped they could shack up on their
ninth month together, start planning a marriage by their tenth month and be on their honeymoon a few months after that.  Donovan burst her bubble when he refused to move in with her.  He wouldn’t let Brianna come and live with him, either.  He told her that was a huge step, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready. 

Truth be
told, Donovan didn’t know if their relationship would survive if he never had any private time AWAY from Brianna.  She was a beautiful girl – a great catch, very career-minded and focused.  But she was also the most insecure woman Donovan ever dated.  He didn’t understand it.  Brianna could have any man she wanted.  Rather than take comfort in that, she constantly stressed over losing the man she had.

Brianna
didn’t come and join him in the living room until she searched every bit of Donovan and Kyra’s Facebook profile and found no evidence of an ongoing or potential relationship.  She stood next to his recliner.  Donovan ignored her and kept flipping channels with his remote.

“I’m sorry,”
she said. 

How many times have I heard that before
? Donovan wondered.  At some point or another, Brianna had accused him of having eyes for nearly every pretty girl he knew.

“This is different,” she said, reading his mind. 
“You know this is different, Donovan.  You never told me you were
missing
some girl for fifteen years.”

“It’s not
some girl
,” Donovan said.  “Kyra’s my sister.”

“No
.  She’s not,” Brianna said.  “But I don’t want to argue anymore.  She placed a hand on his shoulder.  “Can I show you something, in the bedroom?”

Donovan frowned
without looking up at her.  “You think that’s the solution every time?  You get mad and I get mad, and then we have sex and everything’s cool?”

“I didn’t think we had sex,” Brianna said, speaking softly now.  “I thought we made love, Donovan.  You still love me, don’t you?”

“Whether it’s sex or making love, it’s the same scenario,” he said.  “You got issues that you can’t fix.  Every time you realize you’re wrong about one of your wild accusations, you try to get me in the bedroom so I’ll forget about it.”

“Everybody does that,” Brianna said as she kicked off her
heels and unbuttoned her pants.  “They don’t all take it to the bedroom, but husbands buy their wives flowers when they screw up.  They take them out to eat.  I don’t know what wives do, probably make meatloaf or something.  I would try that, but I’m not a good cook.”

She slid
her jeans past her hips and then stepped on the cuffs so she could pull her long, slender legs out of them.  Donovan didn’t want to look, but Brianna’s legs were a thing a beauty.  She didn’t have much hips or ass, but those legs belonged on a fashion runway.  Her panties were black lace.  She was standing close enough for Donovan to feel the heat between her legs.

She pulled her blouse over her head as she positioned herself between his legs.  Brianna’s bra matched her panties.  Her stomach was completely flat
, with nary a stretch mark.  Her breasts were perfect for her size.  Her long, curly hair flowed an inch past her shoulders.  Her legs were spread slightly.  Donovan felt blood rushing to his manhood as he stared at her slight camel toe.

Brianna reached for his shorts and tried to pull them down.  She couldn’t do it without Donovan lifting his hips.  He didn’t want to at first, but he couldn’t deny his attraction.  He licked his lips as he facilitated the removal of his shorts
and boxers.  When she got them off, Brianna dropped to her knees and kissed him on the belly button.  Donovan inhaled sharply, and his manhood sprang to life.  It pulsated, already hard and throbbing against Brianna’s jugular vein. 

She lowered her head and took him into her mouth without
using her hands.  She backed out and devoured him again, working her tongue magically along the way.  She watched him the whole time.  Donovan’s expression was stuck somewhere between surprise and bliss.  Brianna’s eyes were dark and seductive.

She backed away.  She kissed the tip and then sucked the head
rhythmically, until Donovan’s legs began to fidget.  He reached for her with both hands and buried his fingers in her beautiful mane.  Brianna didn’t stop until she felt his toes digging into the carpet.  She licked him slowly from bottom to top and then asked, “Are you still mad at me?” as the fat head glistened and jumped against her lips.

Donovan shook his head. 
“Get me a condom,” he breathed.

Brianna smiled and stood and turned away from him so she could reach into her purse.
  Donovan stared at her thong panties.   She didn’t have tons of ass hanging out of them, but when she bent over Donovan desperately wanted to slide between her moist folds.  He didn’t think it was possible to
fuck some sense into her
, but there was certainly no harm in trying.

Brianna
faced him again and tore the condom wrapper with her teeth.  She gave Donovan the contraceptive and slipped her panties off while he rolled the condom down the length of his shaft.  Donovan wanted her on all fours, but he wasn’t upset when Brianna climbed on top of him.  She positioned herself carefully and placed a hand on either side of Donovan’s neck.  Donovan took hold of her hips and guided her down slowly.  Brianna’s bottom lip disappeared inside her mouth as he invaded her moistness. 

Donovan
gripped her ass more firmly.  Brianna threw her head back and moaned softly.  She relaxed her muscles to accommodate his length and girth.  The feel of her tight, slick walls clutching his manhood made Donovan’s heart sigh.  The sight of his dark meat disappearing inside her was even better.  Brianna kept her pubic hair shaved, leaving just a small patch.  When Donovan’s bush mingled with it, he emitted a primal grunt that made the hairs stand on every part of Brianna’s body.  Her legs quivered.  She lowered her head, and her hair fell into her face.

“
Feels so good
,” she purred.  “
You feel so good
.”

Donovan wanted to tell her that this was not a solution.  They had serious problems in their relationship that needed to be addressed.  This passion they shared would change nothing.
  But Brianna started working her hips to a rhythm that was only in their souls, and Donovan pulled her close and sucked her throat.  And he began to wonder if maybe he was wrong about all of that.

CHAPTER FOUR

MAMA’S BOY

The next day was Sunday, August 17
th
.  Donovan picked up his mother for church at ten a.m. sharp.  This was usually the only day of the week he could spend time with her.   

Donovan’s father, Darrell
Mitchell, used to be the one to escort Beverly to services at Greater Missionary Baptist on Seminary.  But he passed away when Donovan was in college.  Coming home for that funeral was one of the hardest things Donovan ever had to do.  Going back to school afterwards and leaving his mother alone in the home she shared with Darrell for nearly 30 years was just as tough.

When he graduated, Donovan never considered staying in Ohio or moving to any of the other states he was fond of.  His mother wasn’t needy, but she loved
him dearly.  It would break Miss Beverly’s heart if Donovan had to get on a plane each time he visited her.

Plus
Donovan loved Overbrook Meadows, so he didn’t feel like he was passing up on any opportunities when he returned.  It wasn’t like he moved back into his mother’s home and was still driving her car.  Donovan had his own
everything
.  So despite what Kyra said yesterday, he knew he wasn’t a mama’s boy.