Page 42 of Kisses Behind the Spotlight

“Man, get the fuck outta here. I didn’t mean to slam you that hard. But be for real, Khaleesi. I could’ve made you touch every wall in that house if I wanted to, and those soft ass women you run with wouldn’t have been able to stop me. However, I showed restraint. Even after you busted my lip. I really don’t wanna hear shit when I be collecting scars like Infinity Stones fucking with you. Look at my fucking face,” he detailed, pointing his finger around his scarred face.

I snickered and continued walking. “I didn’t put those iguanas in your car,” I lied, continuing on our path.

“Fucking liar,” Xain spat.

He was getting pissy, so I ignored his remark and stopped in a shop that was selling brass lanterns. We repeated that cycle a few times, grabbing candles, a small brass lantern, and a handful of other things I thought we’d use for the proposal. If Xain’s arms weren’t already at capacity, I could’ve grabbed more things. Every few steps there was something else that caught my attention, and I knew I’d be back before our trip was over. After the proposal, I was off-duty and free to be a tourist for the last two days of the trip.

We started the journey back to the car, and I held a basket full of small items while Xain struggled with the larger ones.

“Take the keys out of my pocket,” Xain suggested as we approached our parking spot.

I tucked the basket beneath my left arm and dug around in his pocket with my right hand. My eyes drifted from his pocket to the unmistakable outline beneath the slutty gray joggers. I froze for half a second, my gaze trailing the length of his thick, long dick. The soft fabric told the tale of why Xain was so cocky. Even on soft, he was all you would need and then some.

AHEM!

Xain cleared his throat and cracked that same grin he flashed me on the PJ. “You going to keep eye fucking my dick or get the keys out of my pocket?”

“I… I wasn’t…” I stuttered, frustrated that I even attempted to lie to him.

My hand fumbled past his wallet, still searching for the keys that were at the bottom of his deep pockets.

“Don’t try to cop a free feel either,” he bantered.

“You only wish,” I scoffed, pulling the keys out.

We packed the items into the backseat, and I chastised myself for being so obvious. It had been a while though. After my breakup with Montell, I was on my fuck these niggas shit, and focusing on myself. Andy was the first man I’d even considered giving my number, and that was only because he wasn’t local. If he was almost four hours away in Miami, he couldn’t expect much from me and wouldn’t have the opportunity to smother me like Montell’s insecure ass did.

I straightened from piling things into the backseat, and suddenly the ground seemed to shift beneath my feet. My body swayed to the right as a wave of dizziness hit me hard. The rear passenger door caught me, and I held onto the roof of the car, blinking my eyes rapidly.

“Fuck, you good?” Xain inquired, rushing to my side of the truck.

“I’m fine,” I lied, feeling a hunger headache coming on.

“I heard your stomach rumbling earlier. Have you eaten anything? Or you trying to survive off that big ass cup of coffee you had when we left the hotel this morning? Or you take those Xanax for fun?” He interrogated, his eyes narrowing in on me. For a moment I saw a glint of concern as he stared down at me.

“I can’t believe you really went through my purse. Your grandma never taught you to never go in a lady’s purse?” I groaned.

“She did, but I had to make an exception for you,” Xain clarified.

“I do not take the Xanax for funsies,” I refuted. “I just need to eat.”

“You want to eat Moroccan food or something that you know you will like ?”

“Where would we get something that I would like?”

“Just get in the car,” Xain demanded, grabbing hold of my wrist and waist, guiding me to the front seat of the truck.

He made sure I was safely inside, then rounded the truck. On the short drive to the destination, Xain called ahead and placed the order. I didn’t bother to ask how he knew I loved burgers; we’d spent too much time together. Just like Xain knew I liked burgers, I knew he didn’t eat pork. I told him my order. Cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry milkshake.

“I’m impressed. You have been a great chauffeur and guide out here. How do you know so much?”

“I’ve been here a few times,” he replied, continuing to maneuver through traffic.

I don’t know if it was the dick print, or the hunger, but I couldn’t quite focus on the road ahead. My eyes kept admiring Xain’s side profile as he drove. One muscular arm controlled the steering wheel. He glanced over at me, and I childishly had to cut Xain down before he got the big head.

“Why? Were you here to meet with the plug? Or for a hit job? Orrrrr, maybe you were here to kidnap someone?” I sassed.

“No, I came to unplug and vacation. Experience the culture. If you shut the fuck up, I can feed you and show you around.”