Page 101 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

The way he licked his lips afterward told me exactly where his nasty-ass mind had gone.

I shook my head. “Kyrie, who the fuck made you this way?”

“You.”

My mouth dropped open. “How the hell did I make you this way? You were already like this before I met you.”

He laughed, leaning back against the couch while his hand stayed wrapped around my ankle.

I swear, I didn’t know what woman had gotten a hold of this man before me or what the hell she had done to him, but Kyrie was a freak through and through.

Not that I was complaining. I liked that shit way more than I would ever admit to his cocky ass.

“Because look at you,” he said, his eyes slowly roaming over me. “You fine as fuck. Everything I ever wanted in a female.”

“Oh, is that so?” I asked, unable to stop the smile creeping across my face.

“Hell yeah, it’s so.” His thumb brushed lazily against my ankle. “Smooth-ass chocolate skin, pretty face, nice lil’ shape on you.” His eyes came back to mine. “But it ain’t even just that.”

My smile softened.

“Your personality different, ma. Muthafuckas can sit around and talk to you about damn near anything, and you ain’t judging nobody. You just… you.”

For a second, all I could do was stare at him. Kyrie could talk enough shit to last a lifetime, but every now and then, he would say something so unexpectedly sweet that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

“Nawl.” He shook his head. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

His playful expression faded as his fingers curled around my foot.

“For coming through for me.” He paused, holding my gaze. “For not giving up on my ass when you had plenty of reasons to.”

My chest tightened.

“Kyrie…”

“I’m serious, ma.” He gave me a small smile. “I know I ain’t the easiest nigga to deal with.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“See?” His eyes narrowed. “Here yo’ ass go.”

I laughed. “I’m just saying.”

“Whatever.” He leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Big Daddy.”

“Yeah, I like that better.”

“Boy, shut up.”

He laughed against my lips before sitting back. His hands returned to my feet, his thumbs pressing into the arches as he started massaging them.

I sank further into the couch with a quiet moan.