You Mad
Kym sighed as the basketball highlights droned in the background. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as he threaded his fingers through her hair. He wrenched her head back, exposing her neck and the powerful strum of her pulse. His nose traced a trail, picking up the scent of the expensive perfume his brother had gifted her last week. It smelled divine, and he was pissed he hadn’t thought of it himself.
His fingers stroked down, tickling the nape of her neck. She squirmed but continued to roll her hips over his lap, taking his inches and making his toes curl. His fingers continued their expedition down her spine. He slowly walked them down the arch of her back until his middle finger wedged between her ass cheeks. He sucked on her neck, right in the spot she loved, as his finger penetrated her.
“Ohhhh, Levi.”
He kissed his name off her lips and tangled his tongue with hers. A low groan escaped him when she sucked on his tongue as her hips quickened. “Fuck, Kym. Put me out of my misery, baby.”
Her response came out in short pants that warmed his face as she chased her release. She screwed her eyes closed and buried her face in his neck as her orgasm washed over her. Levi lost his breath when her pussy spasmed around him. He could feel her arousal leak down his dick before finding refuge in his pubic hair and balls. Kym was still recovering from her climax when she felt Levi empty inside her.
The pair stayed conjoined for as long as his dick allowed, and even after, they didn’t break their embrace.
“I needed this,” Levi confessed, massaging her hips.
“You needed it so badly that you had to break into my apartment?” Kym teased.
“I didn’t break into your apartment. I have a key.”
“Yeah, well, you weren’t supposed to be in town.”
“I finished my business early and wanted to see you. What did I get instead? My head was almost taken off by a fucking golf club. I have to call someone to come fix the drywall.”
Kym fell back against the mattress and laughed as she replayed the scene of Levi’s failed surprise that almost put him on a t-shirt.
“It’s not funny. Did you see the fucking hole you put in the wall? That could’ve been my head.”
Kym’s laughter died down, and she wiped away a stray tear. “Let this be a lesson to you to not come over unannounced and creep around my place in the dark.”
“But how else am I supposed to catch you cheating on me with that barely average basketball player?”
“First of all, fuck you; he’s better than barely average.”
“I misspoke. He’s marginally average.”
“Second,” Kym started, ignoring the ‘marginally average’ jab, “I’m in a relationship with both of you, so it’s not cheating.”
“I know. I’m just fucking with you, babe,” Levi said, kissing her pouty lips. “Is there a reason why you’ve been so jumpy lately?”
“I haven’t been jumpy.”
“You have.”
“You’re imagining things,” she rebuffed as she watched the highlight of her other man sinking a three-pointer.
All net, baby. That’s right.
Levi grunted and climbed out of bed to start the shower. “Are you joining me?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” she mumbled, reaching for her cell phone to congratulate Gabriel on his impressive night. She rolled her eyes at the notification she received about Sasha and Robert. It alerted her to a scathing article written by some D-List gossip blogger who couldn’t wait to spew how she called that Sasha and Robert’s relationship wouldn’t last throughout the year. The photo attached was the same one circulating every other gossip mag, television show, or blog—Sasha and Robert leaving their therapist’s office hand-in-hand, looking as if they hadn’t slept in a week.
The theories surrounding the couple’s need for professional intervention ranged from practical to downright insane. Some speculated that Robert had cheated—reasonable and probable, but he’d never. Some claimed that their issues revolved around money—again, reasonable, but no. Sasha’s bag was Fort Knox-secured. Some crazy claimed that the couple’s relationship was on the rocks because Sasha refused to join the Illuminati with Robert. Another person believed that Robert was a clone, and the other fools made their relationship issues a race issue.
They all missed the mark terribly. Kym shook her head as she recalled the disastrous Thanksgiving dinner where Robert exposed his father. Personally, she thought Robert’s father deserved it, but Sasha was a little bit of a Mother Theresa, and Robert’s cheese must’ve slid off of his cracker if he thought Sasha would’ve thought his little stunt was acceptable.
Kym left a nice comment before exiting the webpage: Bitch, do you even have someone to go to therapy with? No? I didn’t think so.
Her eyes lit up when Gabriel’s caller ID populated her screen.
“I was just thinking about you, Mr. Davenport,” she answered.
“Really? What about?”
“About how you need to work on your form a little bit. You’re getting sloppy, Gabe.”
His deep chuckle made the butterflies in her stomach erupt. “Is that so?”
“It is. That game-winning jump shot made me cringe.”
“Are you sure that wasn’t from Levi’s presence?”
“Ouch,” she giggled. She loved Gabriel and Levi’s relationship. It was nonstop capping and banter, but it was all love. They were twins in every sense of the word. They finished each other’s sentences and did that creepy twin thing where they communicated with looks alone. No one could convince her otherwise that they didn’t communicate telepathically, especially when they were fucking her in tandem.
“Will you be ready for me in the morning?”
“What time will you be here?”
“10:00 at the latest,” he confirmed.
“I’ll be ready. Seriously, though...good game.”
“Thank you, Kymberly.”
“See...that kind of behavior gets you blocked.”
“I thought all that blocking business was behind us?”
Kym giggled into the mattress as she recalled how often she blocked the twins after their initial hookup on Halloween night. The adrenaline from the Halloween party brawl and the anger from being publicly cheated on had her keyed up, and the Davenport Twins were exactly what she needed. She expected a one-night tryst, but she hadn’t been able to shake them since then and finally accepted her fate to be theirs.
“I might have to reconsider if you keep playing,” she threatened playfully.
“Hm. I might have to rethink the gift I got you.”
“What did you get me this time?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Kym smirked as she scrolled through her Instagram messages. Unlike Sasha, she loved receiving gifts from her men. They were billionaires, and if they wanted to shower her with gifts, then who was she to turn it down?
Kym’s smile fell when she noticed the message from a faceless profile.
Ki!!thatb!tch: Ghetto gold digger.
Ki!!thatb!tch: You’re trash, and they’ll find out soon enough.
Ki!!thatb!tch: You don’t deserve them.
Kym❤️📸: You mad it ain’t you, huh?
“Kym!”
“I’ll let you go. I hear Levi whining in the background.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”
“Night.”
“Kym!”
“I’m coming,” she huffed, throwing her phone onto the bed. She groaned as she stood to her feet. “Damn, this man will have me collecting Social Security in no time if he keeps fucking me like that.”
Her cell phone pinged with another notification.
Ki!!thatb!tch: I’m not mad because you won’t be around much longer.
Kym’s brows furrowed when the faceless profile sent her a picture of her Mercedes. She took a screenshot before blocking the profile.
“I swear people are psychos.”
