I hope that everyone is having a great week so far. Here's a chapter from "Love in the City." (Don't get in trouble for reading this at work. Lol)
Chapter 42
Constellations & Shooting Stars
arm water and soap bubbles were soothing after a very long day.
Rhiannon’s skin tingled as she soaked in the bathtub. Behind her, Kieran sat in
the tub with his hardness pressed up against her but he wasn’t pressing her for
sex. Not yet. That would come later. He was just always turned on and excited
whenever he was that intimately close to her. She had noticed that and loved
it. What they had started to feel for each other was much more than just lust
but she was happy that raw lust was still a big part of their equation. Their
chemistry grew stronger every moment they spent together and they missed each
other whenever they were apart. As Kieran washed her back and ran his fingers
across her soft, wet skin, she sensed his energy and it felt like love.
Kieran had not allowed himself to get attached to anyone for so long
that it felt strange to be so connected and addicted to the woman who had
become his best friend and lover. He hadn’t meant for that to happen and he
worried about how quickly it had because he was so accustomed to disaster. He
had a set of rules and regulations that kept his guarded heart safe but
Rhiannon had bypassed or disabled all of them. She was a wild thing that didn’t
follow any rules and wasn’t afraid to climb over any walls he’d worked so hard
to build. That made it impossible for him not to love her. Before she came into
his life, even in an overcrowded city, he had managed to keep himself so
isolated that it often seemed as if he was adrift and alone in the vastness of
space. As more time passed by, he became even more disconnected from everyone
and everything. He only really interacted with his co-workers and never went
out to have fun. All he ever did was work. His free time was like torture.
Slowly, he had suffocated and drowned in depression until Rhiannon gave him
mouth-to-mouth and made him breathe again.
“What are you thinking?” Rhiannon asked. He had been quiet for a while.
“Nothing much,” Kieran answered. “I’m just enjoying this bath with
you.”
“I find that hard to believe. Whenever you’re really quiet, that
usually means that you have a lot on your mind…so what’s on your mind?” she
asked again.
“Lately, I’ve been thinking,” he answered and then paused.
“About?” she asked.
“About this,” he answered.
“And by this, you mean us?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Rhiannon put both hands on the side of the bathtub, raised herself up
out of the water and then sat back down in it so that they could sit facing
each other. She wanted to see his face and read his eyes when she asked her
next question.
“And how do you really feel about us?” she asked.
“I worry sometimes,” he answered honestly.
“Why?” she asked, somewhat saddened by his response.
“It’s not you…nothing you did. I promise,” Kieran tried to reassure her
when he saw the sad expression on her face.
“So what is it then?” she asked. She had heard those same exact words
many times before and she knew how things always went left after they were
said.
“I’m pretty sure I’m cursed. Nothing ever works out the way they’re
supposed to for me. This…us…feels too good…too right, and I know that
eventually, I’ll do something to fuck it all up,” he answered.
“You mean like worrying about things eventually going bad when there’s
nothing to worry about because everything is going great?” she asked
sarcastically.
“A part of me knows you’re right, but those are the thoughts that keep
me up at night,” he explained.
Rhiannon moved forward, slowly and gracefully so that she could
position herself to sit like a cowgirl in his lap. She reached down, underneath
the bubbles and the warm water to feel if he was still hard. She smiled when
she discovered that he was, then sat down slowly while she held his shaft and
guided him inside her.
The sound of her first moan knocked all of the worries out of Kieran’s
head. He was ready to let go of all of his fears and to become as carefree as
she was. As she began to ride him, he studied all of her freckles like
constellations in a clear night sky because no matter how deeply he looked into
her eyes, he couldn’t read her mind. She was too spontaneous and unpredictable
for him to ever guess what she was thinking. He was always caught off-guard by
almost everything she said or did. That was how she had gotten past all of his
defenses and now that she had, he realized that he was at her mercy. For better
or worse, towards happiness or tragedy, he chose her.
As they made love, he watched how her breasts bounced and reached out
to hold them. She put her hands over his hands as he squeezed them. With every
stroke, he was pulled deeper and deeper, not just into her body, but deeper
into her being. It wasn’t just sex. It was something spiritual between them as
they engaged in their carnal ritual. The waves in the water Rhiannon created as
she moved turned the bathtub into the ocean and Kieran was at the mercy of
those currents, willing to go wherever they took him. She leaned forward and
kissed his neck, with passion and purpose. He loved the feel of her plump, soft
lips and her tongue as she teased him.
Rhiannon knew that in many ways, Kieran was just like her, even if he
couldn’t see it himself. Neither one of them had much experience being in love,
if any at all. Everything they were feeling was foreign and new to them both.
The only difference was that Kieran wasn’t as fearless, or nearly as reckless
as she was. He was more guarded and the thing he didn’t want to say out loud
was that he was afraid. Rhiannon was too, but she wasn’t going to let the
thought of all the things that could go wrong rule or consume her. She wasn’t
going to allow that to happen to him either. She cared about him too much.
“This is how it’s supposed to feel,” she whispered to him.
Those few words from her lips was all he needed to hear to finally let
go of all of his fears. He put his arms around her and squeezed her tightly
while her walls did the same to him beneath the water. She felt like the kind
of woman he had waited for forever but never dared to dream that he could have.
At times, he was overwhelmed by how good she made him feel and on most days, he
felt as if he didn’t deserve her. Never in his life, not in a million years,
not even if he had wished on a million falling stars would he have thought that
a woman like Rhiannon could love him.
Copyright
© 2017 Keith Kareem Williams
All
rights reserved.
I hope you enjoyed the sample chapter. If you haven't read "Love in the City" yet, click HERE to order an autographed copy of the novel. ($15 + FREE Shipping)
