Repentance: The Story of Kace Haywood, Page 5

  “Don’t you play games with me, boy. I told you wanting to be a professional boxer was a waste of your time, that you wouldn’t be good enough to earn a decent living. Now you’ve taken steroids to get to the next level? What for? To prove me wrong?”

  “Would you even believe me if I told you the accusations were false?” I said, rubbing my forehead, wishing this day would be over.

  “I highly doubt reports from the Anti-Doping Agency are accusations. They don’t take such things lightly. Why on earth would you jeopardize your family’s well-being like this?” My dad’s voice grew tighter as he said, “You should hear what the men down at the warehouse are saying. You have disgraced your family name.”

  “Pop, it’s not true,” I defended, trying to think of a way to explain this mess to my dad.

  “The least you can do is tell me the truth, Kace.”

  Placing my bottle of alcohol on the coffee table, I rested my forearms on my thighs. “It’s true about the steroids in my system but I didn’t take them on purpose. I didn’t know I was taking them. My new trainer laced some supplements with—”

  “I don’t need to hear anything else,” my dad said, cutting me off.

  “Pop, I didn’t know they were in there.” I pleaded, wishing my dad would understand.

  Silence stretched on the phone, letting me know my dad was about to give me one last blow to the gut. It was the typical conversation I received from him when he was disappointed, and according to his standards, he was disappointed a great deal.

  “From the moment you were born, I’ve raised you to be a leader, someone who takes pride in their job and receives respect from others for their hard work. I’ve spent countless hours demonstrating the attributes of a real man but instead of taking my lead, you skipped around with that Colby kid, defied my wishes, and cheated the system. It’s a shame you carry the Haywood name and I’m forced to call you my son. Maybe one day you will learn that determination, strong ethics, and that solid, realistic goals will bring you respect. Until then, I pity your soul.”

  With that, my dad hung up the phone.

  I sat on my couch, lifeless and unable to move.

  What little the man knew about my actual life, how much energy I put into proving him wrong, how many countless hours I spent in the gym, throwing punch after punch until I couldn’t feel my knuckles anymore. He refused to acknowledge my efforts and now that my name was tainted, there was no chance he would ever believe what I was able to accomplish.

  One of the worst things a man can hear is disappointment in his father’s voice. Not only had I disappointed him, but I’d tarnished our name and casted an air of ugly around my achievements. If I hadn’t already thought my days were over, I would believe it now.

  Tossing my phone to the side, I downed a large gulp of Maker’s and headed for my door. It was time to drown my sorrows.

  Chapter Seven

  My present…

  With slow deliverance, I turned around to find Lyla standing behind me, hand on one hip, wearing a pair of shorts cut high on her legs and plastered against her skin. Her shirt was cut short, so from my angle, looking up at her, I could see the underside of her breasts.

  I wanted to cover her up so no one else could look at her, but another part of me wanted to rip her shirt off and fuck her right there on stage.

  Images of her sultry body writhing beneath me played in my imagination. That one night with her was one I couldn’t get out of my head, I didn’t think I would ever get over the feeling of being buried deep inside of her.

  “Hey, I asked you a question,” Lyla said sternly.

  “Yeah, the lady asked you a question,” Diego encouraged with a smirk.

  He was two seconds from getting a beat-down.

  Taking a deep breath, I glanced at her and said, “Looking for some entertainment.” Even though I didn’t want to be sitting in Kitten’s Castle and shouldn’t have been pissing her off any more than I already had, I couldn’t help myself.

  I was an asshole. It just came naturally.

  Her green eyes flamed with rage. “You’re looking for entertainment?” Lyla asked, anger lacing her voice.

  I nodded while looking around the room. Fuck, I wouldn’t let any of these women come near me. Most likely they had some kind of knarly undercarriage. Why Lyla thought she belonged here was something I would never understand.

  “Fine,” she said and gestured to the DJ. The song switched immediately, and the steady beat of “Earned It” started to ring through the speakers. With the lift of her foot, Lyla pushed both Diego and Blane away, giving her plenty of space to work my lap.

  Fuck me.

  Slowly and methodically, she shifted around me, lightly brushing her hand against my skin, sending chills down my spine. Like second nature, my legs spread apart and my hands fell to my side. I bit my bottom lip as she stopped in front of me and started to move with the music while running her hands up her beautiful mocha-colored skin.

  She was so fucking gorgeous with those piercing green eyes and soft features. The way her hair fell over her face was mesmerizing. The way she ran her hands over her body was hypnotizing, making me forget I was in the middle of a slummy strip club. Right now, it was just me and Lyla.

  Right when I thought she was going to just stand in front of me the whole time, she stepped between my legs and bent over so I could see down her cropped shirt. The heaviness of her breasts peaked through and just like that, I was fucking gone.

  Her hands found my thighs and her body made wave-like movements into mine, sending her vanilla-scented lotion into my nose, a smell I now associated with her. Her mouth grew close to my ear and with a light tug, she bit down on my earlobe while her hands ran up my chest.

  With each beat of the music, she moved her body seductively. I was hard as a fucking rock from watching her.

  Her hands travelled up my chest to my shoulders where she gripped tightly and pulled her body onto mine. Her ass rested on my lap and my head was inches from her breasts that were dangerously close to falling out of her shirt. Her hands wrapped around my neck as an anchor to her hold and her pelvis started to thrust into my lap with each beat of the song.

  In fascination, I watched as her body rocked off of mine, how her stomach swayed with her movements, making me harder than I could possibly imagine. She was working me and I enjoyed every last minute of it.

  The pressure of her ass on my crotch was almost painful, I was so hard, but I wasn’t about to stop her. My hands went to her thighs where I ran them up to her hips and to her toned stomach.

  The intake of air from her chest was unmistakable as I ran my hands up farther where I stopped just before I reached her breasts. Fuck did I want to touch them. I wanted to feel her pebbled nipples between my fingers. I wanted to feel them on my tongue, but I knew my limits in public so I stopped.

  Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and her neck exposed. Her hips continued to roll on my lap, increasing the pressure on my cock, and her one hand that wasn’t wrapped around my neck was now snaking around my thigh.

  She was eating me up and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

  The pause of her rocks against my cock shook me out of my stupor as I tore my eyes away from our connection and looked up at her. She shifted off of my body, leaving me wanting more, but right when I thought she was going to leave me hard and aroused, she backed up against me and settled on my lap so her back was against my chest. Her right hand connected to the back of my neck and she started to dance to the music again.

  I leaned my head over her shoulder and took in the movements of her body against mine. My hand went to her bare stomach where it slowly found its way up to the cut-off hem of her shirt. Her breathing grew heavy and my heart beat against my chest. One more inch and I would have her fully in my hand.

  “Fuck,” I drew out, not being able to hold back the feel of her ass against my crotch. It was like fucking magic, rubbing against me, enticing me.

  Un
able to help it, my mouth found the dip of her neck where I started to nibble on her sweet skin. She tasted so fucking good.

  Diego and Blane cheered me on like barbarians, but I ignored them and continued to work my mouth up and down the column of her neck. Her hand found my cheek and she pushed me away slightly right before she bent down in front of me, placed her hands on my shoes, and started twerking my dick. Her shorts rode up and exposed her beautiful ass, allowing me to watch her sexy cheeks ride against my lap.

  The image in front of me was too nostalgic, too fucking erotic for me to let go, to not teach her a lesson about what she was doing to me.

  Not able to take it anymore, I grabbed her stomach and pulled her up. She squealed when I wrapped her against my back, but I ignored her shocked cries and turned her so I spoke directly into her ear.

  “Take me somewhere private… now.”

  The seriousness in my voice had her moving quickly off my lap and grabbing a hold of my hand. She led me away from a hooting and whistling Blane and Diego and directed me out of the humid air of the main room. I followed her down a dark hallway until she hit a door off to the side. She looked both ways and then pulled it open.

  The room was dark when we first walked in, but she quickly turned on a light that cast a red glow in the room. It wasn’t very bright—it was actually more dull than anything—but it set the mood for what I was about to do to her.

  Sin was about to take place. I just hoped she was ready for it.

  The moment she turned to face me, I hauled her into my chest and then pushed her up against the door. I reached behind her and found the knob, which I quickly locked. I didn’t need any unexpected and uninvited guests barging in on us.

  “Kace…,” she said breathlessly. “What are you doing?”

  Not so tough now, I tried not to smile, but it was damn hard. “Do you think you can fucking ride me like that and get away with it?” I asked with my hands on either side of her head and my right leg inching her feet apart. “I want you to feel how hard I am.”

  “I already know how hard you are.” She smirked, gaining some of her confidence back.

  “Fucking feel me,” I gritted out. “Place your hand on my dick, and tell me how hard I am.”

  Her eyes went wide for a second from the menacing tone in my voice, but she was quickly shaken from her thoughts as her hand traveled down my stomach to my waistband.

  She started to feel me from the outside of my jeans, but I shook my head and said, “No, fucking feel me. Pull my cock out of my pants and feel it.”

  Nodding, she undid my belt and went to work on the fly. I kept my hands trained to stay on the wall, encasing her head so I wouldn’t be tempted to help her. I wanted her to do it on her own, even though she was working at a snail’s pace, most likely on purpose.

  “Take your time, babe. I have all fucking night.”

  She visibly swallowed, boosting my confidence even higher.

  Finally, she worked my jeans down, along with my briefs, allowing my cock to spring free. It was hard, so fucking hard that when she touched it with her fingers, it almost ached. I needed release, and I needed it badly.

  “Tell me how fucking hard I am,” I demanded as I leaned over and spoke directly into her ear. In the dim red light, I saw the goosebumps that rose on her skin from my proximity.

  “Kace,” she moaned.

  “Tell me,” I gritted out.

  “You’re so fucking hard,” she whimpered. Her deftly skilled hand ran up and down the length of my cock.

  “You did that to me. Your fine-ass body, the way you pressed against me, the heat of your pussy on my lap—you made me this hard, Lyla, so tell me, what the fuck are you going to do about it?”

  My mouth was against her ear as I spoke, and my chest was inches from hers, moving rapidly up and down. She pulled away to look me in the eyes, to see how serious I was. What I wanted to convey to her was I was beyond serious. I needed her, right here, right now.

  “Well?”

  Her hands dropped from my cock and captured my face with her hands. With brute sexual force, her lips landed on mine, causing me to push her harder into the door. Instantly my mouth opened to hers, granting her access to everything I had to offer.

  Her tongue slipped in and out of my mouth, playing with my senses, lighting me on fire.

  “Do you want me?” I asked, pulling away from her kiss and running my tongue along her neck.

  “More than anything,” she confessed.

  Pride beamed in my chest, and that was all it took. I was hanging myself over the edge for this moment and this moment alone. I just wanted one more taste of her.

  My hands left the door behind her and found her hips. I pinned her against the hard wood and then ran my hands up her stomach, but this time, I didn’t stop below her shirt. Instead, I connected with the underside of her exposed breasts and found her hard nipples. Her breasts were fucking praiseworthy. They were more than a handful and so fucking round and perfect I wondered if they were augmented in any way, but from the feel of them, I knew they were natural, making it that much harder to forget this gorgeous woman.

  “God,” she cried as I gripped her breasts hard, playing with her nipples. I squeezed them, plucked them, rolled them until I didn’t think I could take the feeling of her breasts in my hands any longer.

  My dick twitched as her body occasionally grazed it. I needed more. I was ready to explode. I was done teasing.

  “Grab my wallet from my back pocket,” I said into the side of her neck. She listened well and did what was told. She didn’t even need to be directed further. She knew what to do. She opened my wallet and pulled out a condom.

  Quickly, she put my wallet back in my pocket and pulled the condom out of its wrapper. Without asking, she sheathed my length in record time and then looked up at me.

  “Take your sorry excuse for shorts off,” I demanded.

  “Sorry excuse?” she asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.

  Leaning forward, I said, “Do not fucking play with me. You know those shorts are too revealing. Now take them off.”

  Without another word, she pushed them off and toed them away. Her bottom half was naked, only a pair of heels gracing her feet. I looked up at her shirt and with a shake of my head, pulled it up, exposing her breasts. My mouth quickly found her nipples and I sucked.

  Her head flew back, hitting the door, but she didn’t mind as she pushed her chest further into my mouth. Slowly, I ran my hand down her stomach and hovered right over her pussy. She made little pelvic thrusts into my hand, letting me know exactly what she wanted.

  Knowing I needed the same thing, I gave in to her demands and pressed my fingers inside her heated core. Instantly I was hit with how wet she was, for me. Heat blazed through me from the knowledge that I was able to turn on such a gorgeously beautiful woman like Lyla.

  Not wanting to take my time anymore, I grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around my waist, lifted her, and then guided my dick inside her. One thrust was all it took. I was fully inserted. We both groaned at the same time from our connection. With the way her chest was moving at a rapid pace, I knew this wasn’t going to take long.

  I grabbed hold of her face, looked her in the eyes, and then descended on her mouth once again. With each thrust of my hips, my kisses grew deeper. Her hands simultaneously ran through my hair, making me feel dizzy from the way her nails scraped against my scalp.

  A heady combination of lust, yearning, and something deep I didn’t want to explore at the moment hit me, and it hit me fucking hard. My thrusts started to become uncontrollable, and her cries grew louder and louder with each passing connection.

  “I’m going to come,” she announced just before she called out my name and bit my bottom lip with her teeth. I tasted blood as she came around my dick, but I didn’t care because at that moment, I went into a euphoric state of mind and came so fucking hard, I thought I was going to pass out.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled. My forehead found h
er shoulder and my hips continued to thrust into her until there was nothing left in me.

  Her hands found my neck again as she held on tight. Lightly, she kissed my cheek until I was able to regain my strength and pull far enough away to look her in the eyes.

  The red glow of the light in the room made her look like a dream, like she wasn’t actually in my arms. Her eyes searched mine for answers I didn’t have, and right now, in this moment, I wished I had something intelligent to say, but nothing came to mind. All I wanted was to bury myself inside her once again, forget everything around us, and live in the moment with her, but I knew that wasn’t plausible. There was a world outside that door, waiting for us.

  “Kace, why are you keeping us apart?” she asked in a small voice I’d never heard her use before.

  “You wouldn’t understand,” I spoke softly.

  “You don’t know that.”

  “I do, Lyla. You deserve more than me. You deserve more than this life you’ve chosen for yourself.”

  “Sometimes you don’t choose your life, Kace. Sometimes it’s chosen for you.”

  Fucking words of wisdom right there. I hadn’t chosen anything in my life. It had all been chosen for me, and because of someone else’s bad decisions, I was living the consequences. I refused to drag Lyla down that path, down the dark path of my fucked up life.

  “Give me a chance, Kace.”

  Taking a deep breath, I said, “I want to, Lyla. You have no fucking clue how much I want you, but I just… can’t.”

  “Why not?” she asked, growing angry now.

  I shook my head and pulled away, chucking the condom and zipping my pants up at the same time. I found Lyla’s shorts and handed them to her. She pulled on her shirt and put her shorts back on, as if she hadn’t just been fucked against the door.