Queen of His Heart (13 page)

She laughed at his exaggeration and decided to change the conversation. “So tell me something about you,” she said. “How come a man like you is still single in L.A.?”

He shrugged and took a long sip of his champagne. “I just haven't found the right girl. You know, the one that's hot enough to show off to your friends, yet sweet and innocent enough to take home to the parents.”

“Well, I don't know about innocent.” She laughed.

“Don't tell me that you're one of those naughty girls.”

Jalila shook her head. “I didn't say that either.”

Still smiling, Dontrell's eyes narrowed on her. “Uh-huh. When was the last time you were with a man?”

“What?” She was suddenly acutely aware of the cameras.

“Ahh. Must have been recently,” Dontrell said, his smile entirely too cocky.

“You're putting words into my mouth.” She tried to ruin the shot by looking straight into one of the cameras, but the director didn't call “cut.”

“It's all right. I understand that women have urges.” He reached for her hand. “It's just that
if
we ever got serious, I would expect us to be in just a one-on-one thing.”

Jalila felt as if she was subtly being cast as a loose woman or something. “For your information, it's been quite some time since I've with someone—intimately.”

His brows shot up. “Really?” Both he and the cameraman eased closer. “How long has it been?”

Feeling the pressure, she lied, “Two years.”

 

Keenan spent most of the day debating whether he would return to Mack Media and put himself through another night of editing with Jesse and Lamar. It wasn't as though the guys didn't know what they were doing and his jealousy was becoming too large to ignore—by him or by the guys at Mack Media.

However, his only other choice was to somehow
convince Nitara to oversee the editing process. That was hardly fair since she spent most of her days at the actual filming. So, either he watched the taping in person or he sat in a darkroom and supervised the editing.

He couldn't win.

He knew that tonight's clips were centered on Jalila's first date. He'd actually thought about having a few drinks or stabbing out his eyes before going in, but at the last minute he'd thought better of it.

When Keenan entered the studio, he didn't miss the silent glances that passed between Jesse and Lamar. No doubt they anticipated another night of Keenan snapping their heads off. He vowed to do better.

But, when the footage started rolling, all bets were off. First of all, how was it possible that Jalila grew more beautiful with each passing day? And why did his body keep responding like a prepubescent teenager's every time he saw her?

“Holy moly!” Jesse and Lamar exclaimed in unison when Jalila popped up in an electric-blue bikini that should have landed her the cover of
King
magazine. Lamar froze the footage and the three men sat there drooling like idiots.

Keenan couldn't speak, and his erection now threatened to bust the seam of his pants. After a lengthy silence, he finally reminded the men that they had a job to do and they were wasting time. But as the footage of the date wore on, Keenan increasingly felt like he was on the verge of having a stroke. Every chance this
Dontrell clown got, he was touching, hugging and trying to win a kiss from Jalila.

Whenever Jalila spurned muscle-head's advances, Keenan's chest would swell with pride while the little voice in his head cheered,
That's my girl.

Most of the surfing material was funny, but the intimate beach picnic was not. “Turn up the sound from camera number one,” he ordered.

 

Clip:

Keenan growled as he jumped up out of his seat, grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the studio.

Jesse and Lamar watched him leave and then shared a suspicious look.

“Do you get the impression that there's more to this story than what's on the monitor?” Lamar asked.

“Yes, indeed.”

 

Jalila was slowly falling asleep in the tub. She'd never known that a date could be so exhausting. Of course, if the camera crew hadn't been there, their nine-hour date would have been reduced to about three. The thought of all those people coming back in the morning was a little too overwhelming. It had been less than a week. She still had three more weeks to go.

She reflected on her day and had to admit that as far as dates went, it had been one of her better ones. But was there a love match? She wasn't too sure. Dontrell was nice, good-looking, but something was missing.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Jalila jumped.

Cujo started barking.

“Who in the hell?”

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Woof! Woof! Woof!

“Oh, good Lord.” Jalila got out of the tub and grabbed a short silk robe. As she raced to the front door, she realized the thin material was sticking to her wet body.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Woof! Woof! Woof!
Cujo circled in front of the door.

“Who is it?”

“Keenan! Open up!”

J
alila blinked.
What in the hell is Keenan doing here?
She peeked through the peephole to make sure it wasn't one of her girls playing a game on her. “What do you want?” she shouted through the door.

“Open the door!”

“Why?”

“Open the goddamn door!” She jumped at the order. Maybe something was wrong. She quickly undid the locks and when she turned the knob, he shoved his way inside. “You got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Hey!”

Woof! Woof!

“What's this bullshit that you haven't been with a man in two years?”

Woof!

“Cujo, go lie down,” Keenan barked.

Cujo's happy face fell as he turned and did as he was told.

Jalila watched in astonishment as she shut the door. “How did—?”

“Why on earth are you trying to lie on national television like that?” he charged.

Jalila tried to process what the hell he was yelling about. “I don't see what the big deal is. You seem determined to act like that night never happened so why can't I?”

He stepped toward her. “I never said—”

“You never said anything,” she shouted back. “You just crept out of here like a thief in the night and then started acting like I didn't exist. Well, screw you. I don't owe you an explanation why I didn't brag from the rooftops that we fucked!”

“I never said—”

“
Again
, you never said anything!” She tossed up her hands and her robe threatened to spill open. “How in the hell did you think that made me feel? Do you even care?”

“Of course I care.”

“Yeah, I bet. Up until the time you had a half-naked woman draped across your desk.”

“Tenetria is my ex-wife.”

“That makes it all better.” Jalila's face darkened as her chest heaved.

The latter catching Keenan's undivided attention.

“You know what?” She turned and opened the door. “Just get out. Go.”

He didn't move. He was too taken by how her anger had transformed her into a raving goddess.

“Get out!” she shouted. “I don't care if I never see you again.”

Keenan's gaze took in the length of her body. Did she know that there were soap bubbles racing down her legs? And did she have any idea what that was doing to him right now? His gaze finally slid back up to her face and his heart squeezed.

Jalila sucked in a small gasp because she recognized the raw desire written across his face. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. But her body was already responding. Her nipples were suddenly hard and aching. “It's not going to happen.”

Keenan moved forward, his eyes locked with Jalila's.

She wasn't aware that she'd started holding her breath, but her lungs started to burn as hot as the rest of her when he stood mere inches away from her.

He reached up and caressed the side of her face. When she closed her eyes and shivered, Keenan smiled like the devil he was. Removing her hand from the doorknob, he pushed the door closed.

At the soft click, Jalila knew that she was doomed.

Keenan whispered a command, “Look at me.”

Jalila's lashes fluttered open and she stared into eyes so black with desire that she nearly erupted with her first orgasm.

“If there's one thing I want you to know—” he hooked his finger onto her silk belt “—it's that I will
never
forget that night.” With a gentle tug, the belt slid
open, exposing Jalila's curvaceous body. Keenan's gaze drifted down her face while he licked his lips. “Look at you.” He cupped one breast and ran the pad of his thumb against its hard nipple.

Jalila shivered again and tilted back against the door for support.

“You like it when I do that?”

She nodded and, as a reward, he took possession of her other breast. His thumbs circled and counter-circled, causing thick, hazy clouds to form in her head.

“Ooh, yeah. You really like that, don't you?” Keenan leaned forward and brushed a feathery-light kiss against her open mouth. “I betcha I can have this anytime I want to, can't I?” He lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around a wet, strawberry-scented nipple.

“Oh, God.” Jalila's head fell back with a sigh. In the back of her head she knew this whole thing was crazy. How could she just let him come roaring back into her life like this? What right did he…?

Keenan's mouth abandoned her large breasts to travel south. Jalila lost the ability to think clearly. On his knees, Keenan was eye level with her pulsing cherry. She waited, dying with anticipation and fearful that he was about to make her beg for what she wanted—needed from him.

Sensing her impatience, Keenan glanced up and smiled. “Open your legs.”

Without hesitation, she did as he commanded. With their eyes still locked, Keenan pressed a soft kiss against her lower lips.

Jalila groaned with disappointment. It wasn't enough, she wanted more.

“Did you kiss that brotha today?” he asked hoarsely.

“What?” She struggled through the lusty haze in her brain to make sense of his words. Who on earth was he talking about?

Keenan kissed her pussy again. “I saw you showing off your body to him today.” Another kiss. “Strutting in your bikini, tryin' to get a brotha hard. Maybe you want him here tonight?”

“No, I—”

“No?” Another kiss. This time he slipped in his tongue and took his time letting it slide across her clit. He watched as her knees start to fold. “It sure looked to me like you wanted that steroid junkie. You're trying to tell me I'm wrong?”

“Y-yes,” she confessed and then realized that it was the truth.

“Open it up for me,” he panted, his desire cracking his voice.

Jalila reached down and exposed herself before his greedy eyes.

Keenan sucked in a ragged breath. “Look at this pretty pussy.” He leaned forward, gliding his tongue in as far as it could go, his nose breathing in her feminine scent.

“Awww,” Jalila sighed, her knees bending farther until they rested against his shoulders.

He curled and uncurled his tongue against her G-spot, sapping her liquid candy. She was so sweet and hot, he couldn't stand it. His cock pounded against its
confinements and throbbed for release. While still lapping up her juices, Keenan reached down and freed his erection.

Tears swelled in Jalila's eyes as she ground against Keenan's loving mouth. A tidal wave of pleasure rushed through her as she seemed to climb higher and higher on the clouds in her mind. She could feel the crescendo building, her soul being swept away by forces unseen.

While stroking himself, Keenan worked his mouth and tongue as if it was qualifying for his own Olympics. At the feel of her clit pounding double-time, he knew his baby was on the verge of her first orgasm. To make sure that he would receive every drop, Keenan reached for her legs and helped her hook them around his shoulders so he could support her full weight.

Then he went to town.

“Oooh, Gaaawwwdd, Keeeeenaaaan!” Jalila's muscles quivered, once, twice and then a rush of honey poured from her body and into Keenan's mouth. But it wasn't over. His thorough cleanup had her right back where she started from: on the brink of insanity. This time her hand was buried in his short hair and she kept his face smashed against her honeypot. After her second orgasm hit, Keenan climbed back onto his feet.

Thinking that it was her cue to return the oral favor, Jalila started to sink to her knees, but Keenan grabbed her elbow. “Touch me.”

She blinked, confused.

He took her hand and glided it to his steely erection. The moment her soft hand wrapped around him,
Keenan felt a few drops of cum slide from the tip of his thick mushroom head. “See what you do to me, baby?”

Slowly, Jalila's fingers stroked his long shaft. Their eyes remained locked until he dipped his head and slanted his hot mouth against hers. What was it about this woman that intoxicated him so? Why hadn't he been able to walk away as he had so many times before?

The temperature in the house climbed. The lovers were headed into sensory overload. Someone moaned, or maybe both of them did, they weren't sure. They only knew that this night was just beginning.

Keenan broke the kiss so he could bury his face in her hair and nibble on her earlobe. “God, I've missed you,” he gasped. “I miss how you tremble when you come. I miss how you scream out my name.”

Jalila smiled, loving the knowledge that she had touched him. Why else would he sound so jealous?

“I ought to make you call that Popeye-wannabe right now and tell him who fucked you good the other night.”

He wouldn't!

“I sure the hell would,” he said, as if hearing her thoughts. “Look at you, shaking. You want it right now, don't you?”

“Y-y-es.”

“That's what I thought.” He grabbed her by the arm and spun her around to face the door. “Humph. Telling
him
that you ain't had any in two years.” He stripped the silk robe from her shoulders. “Ooh.” He cupped her
firm ass and gave it a good, hard squeeze. “Girl, you just don't know what I'm about to do to you.”

Jalila stood still with her breasts press firmly against the cold front door while she listened to Keenan strip out of his clothes. Then there was the rip of a condom packet. It seemed like forever before he touched her again, but when he did, it wasn't with his hands or mouth, but with the tip of his dick.

“Spread your legs.” Instantly, her legs sprang apart, wrangling a soft chuckle from him. “Aren't you the eager beaver?”

She smiled at the double meaning, but then her eyes closed when he started teasing her pulsing clit with his dick instead of just entering her and ending the torture.

“Work up that booty for me,” he said, kissing her shoulder. He grinned when she hesitated. “Oh, you must want me go home then?”

“No.”

“Then let me see you pop it.”

Jalila snapped up her hips and let her butt jiggle against him. She felt ridiculous and started to giggle.

“See. I knew you had it in you,” he praised and popped her on an ass cheek. That just caused it to jiggle some more.

“Please, Keenan,” she said, not wanting to play anymore. She wanted him. Now.

“Please, Keenan, what?” he asked, rubbing his dick against her wetness, then all on and around her clit. “What can I do for you?”

“Please, I need you inside of me.”

“Need me
inside
of you? What's with all this proper
stuff? It's just me and you here, baby. Tell me what you really want.” On her shoulders his kisses turned to little nibbles and then finally he was planting huge passion marks across her back.

She hesitated.

“I can't give you what you want until you tell me what it is,” he reasoned.

“I want,” she panted. “I want…”

Again, he laughed at her trying to be all proper. “You want me to fuck you, Jalila?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then tell me you want to be fucked.”

She wiggled, trying to tempt him into entering her, but he was having none of that.

“Say it,” he ordered, teasing her with just an inch of his dick at the edge of her sex. “Tell me you want to be fucked.”

She closed her eyes. “I want you to fuck me.”

“What?” He pressed forward, giving her another inch.

“Fuck me, Keenan. Please, fuck me.”

“As you wish.” With a smile, Keenan slid gently into her slick, but tight body. Once he was buried up to the hilt, he rotated his hips in a deep grind. “I ought to call that steroid brotha you were with tonight and let him hear how I got you wide open right now.”

“Awww.”

“Mmm-hmm. You hear how this pussy is talking back to me?”

Their bodies slapped, while fresh honey poured down Jalila's legs. She cried out in ecstasy. Within a few
strokes, she was struggling to catch her breath. “That feels so good,” she moaned. “What are you trying to do to me?”

“The same thing you're doing to me,” he said, breathing heavily. “When you wake up in the mornings, I want you to think of me. When you're at work I want you to think about me. And when you lie down at night, I want you to reach down like this—” His slid his arm down between her legs and zeroed in on her hot spot. “I want you to play with this pussy and remember how I tear this up, each and every time.”

Keenan was grinding as deeply as he could, hitting her back G-spot like the home-run king.