Page 23 of Love's Instant Replay
“Nah, you thought those peekaboo jeans wouldn’t cause my dick to react, but even in jeans, your body is banging. Let’s get out of here before I flip the script and throw away this money.” A giggle escapes my mouth when Kaeden takes me by the hand attempting to lead me out of the house.
“Uh, I need to lock the door.” Thankfully, my keys are hanging on the holder just above my alarm panel by the door, allowing me to grab them and exit the house.
“Damn. My bad. Here, let me handle that.” Taking the keys from my hand, Kaeden proceeds to secure my house before leading me to his vehicle idling in the driveway.
“It’s dangerous to leave a running vehicle, even if this isn’t a rough neighborhood.”
“Danger would surely come to the bold mothafucka trying to steal it with me in close proximity.”
“Danger. Get on the floor.” I start rapping the old school rap lyrics causing Kaeden to laugh before opening the passenger door for me to enter the vehicle.
“What do you know about that, Ms. Ky?” The sinister smirk and flash of mischief in Kaeden’s eyes cause me to return the look before responding.
“More than you know.”
Most people wouldn’t believe that my father. the educator. had a strong addiction to rap music while I was growing up. According to him, he was doing research to keep up with his students. But I think Dad found more than he was searching for in the genre of music he started listening to.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course. What’s on your mind?”
“What was your motivation for getting into sports? Did you have a coach in your ear pumping you up to achieve pro status?”
A low chuckle escapes Kaeden’s mouth as we head to the unknown destination for our first date. Jitters are surging through my body in waves, and the urge to distract myself has me desiring to talk.
“That’s two questions, Ms. Ky. But honestly, I’ve always had a knack for sports, particularly football. I had so much aggression that the last thing coaches were doing was pumping me up. In fact, they would tell me that my attitude would lead to me losing out on the big leagues because I would either be dead or in prison.”
“Oh my God. They actually said that to you?” My mouth drops and my chest tightens because I’m in disbelief at someone telling that to a child, attitude or not.
“Oh my goodness. That boat is huge,” I say, staring out the window as Kaeden pulls into a marina.
We’re about an hour or so outside of Ribax, and initially, I wanted to protest until remembering that Kaeden hasn’t given me any reason to raise red flags. Three yacht-type boats are sitting in the water, lit up like a holiday wreath. Not knowingwhere Kaeden was taking me for the evening is a welcome surprise.
“I have never been on a boat before.”
“Well, let’s make tonight memorable.” With that, Kaeden exits the vehicle, and butterflies begin swarming in my stomach as a cheesy grin forms.
My ex’s idea of a great date was taking me to a buffet on the rare occasion where lobster was one of the meat selections. Spending time with a man like Kaeden means preparing to experience grown man vibes.
“You’re so pretty, Kyelle,” Kaeden says after opening my door and assisting me out of the vehicle.
For the first time since picking me up, I take in Kaeden from head to toe. Kaeden is wearing a casual cream button-up shirt reminiscent of a polo style, brown slacks with a crease down both legs that remind me of how my grandmother irons her clothes, and a pair of brown loafers. The gold chain peeking through his chest from the unbuttoned top has me curious to know what lies beneath the confines of his shirt. There’s also a gold watch adorning his right wrist. But the star of the night is a tie between Kaeden’s sparkling hazel eyes and whatever cologne he’s wearing. The woodsy yet citrusy scent piercing my nostrils makes me want to sniff Kaeden’s neck until every fragrance note is identified.
“How’d I do?” Kaeden asks, cutting into my perusal of his athletic yet muscular physique.
“You’re alright with me.” Winking, I place my clutch under my arm and allow Kaeden to escort us toward the boats. “Why a boat for tonight?”
“I wanted privacy and your complete undivided attention. While most restaurants have no problem making room for celebrities, I didn’t want the hassle. I want it to be just the two of us tonight, so a dinner cruise was the perfect solution.” Thesincerity in Kaeden’s tone colliding with the entrancing scent of his cologne, makes me want to do a split before landing on his dick.
What’s crazy about the wayward thought is, I have never been able to execute a split. But a vision of me with my legs spread while moving up and down in Kaeden’s lap has me believing that anything is possible. Not even the thought of fracturing the muscles near my honeypot erases the vision as we continue toward the dock.
“How did you find out about these particular boats? Have you done this before?”
Staring at the large vessels sitting in the water, I can’t help but ask the questions slipping from my mouth. I didn’t know anything like this existed, so I’m impressed with Kaeden’s desire to show me something new and different from what I expected.
“Actually, the one we’re using for the evening belongs to one of my teammates who believes in exercising privacy as a public figure. The team he utilizes whenever he comes is who will take care of us. Unfortunately, we won’t be able to go anywhere far due to time constraints, but if you want, I will make it happen another time.”
“I want,” I say bashfully.
