This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for, the moment I thought would never come. This woman is going to give me a family and a future. She looks young, her cheeks flushed, her blue eyes wide as she notices me watching her.
What the hell am I doing?
I’m just standing at the hood of her car, fists tight at my sides, the base of my cock aching with need.
I’m tempted to grab a fistful of her tempting dark locks and bend her over the car, showing me those big bouncy ass cheeks, and then peel down her pants, slowly revealing her voluptuous flesh…
Fuck. My mouth is watering, like an animal.
“Um, hey,” she murmurs.
I walk around the car, hardly conscious of what I’m doing. My fingers twitch, itching to grab her. “Hello. I don’t think we’ve met.”
She giggles as if to say, Why would we have? Or maybe I’m reading too much into it. There’s no reason to assume I should be able to read this woman.
Except for the fact she’s mine. She was mine the moment I laid eyes on her. She belongs to me.
“No,” she says after a pause. “But I know who you are. I’m just a production runner.”
She isn’t just anything. This woman has passion boiling up inside of her. She’s going to achieve so much in her life. I can tell that just by looking at her.
Jack’s voice warns me in my mind, telling me to stop, to slow down before I allow my fantasies to spiral out of control.
“Then you’ve got me at a disadvantage,” I say, as calmly as I can. “What’s your name?”
“It’s Kyra. Kyra Jacobs.” Her voice gets high-pitched in an adorable and surprised way. “It’s nice to meet you.”
I offer my hand. “And you, Kyra.”
It’s like she’s electrified as I savor the spark of her skin against mine, the clammy warmth of her palm, a little sweaty, clearly nervous. I don’t want to let her hand go, squeezing a moment longer, imagining how perfect she’d feel wrapped around my engorged throbbing length.
But eventually, I have to let her go, or it would be weird.
“So how do you think I’m doing?”
I ask the question only because I want to talk to her a little while longer. I want to ask if she has a boyfriend, how old she is, what her dreams and her passions are, her history… everything. I want, no need to know everything about my woman.
How can I know she’s my woman without knowing anything about her?
I’m not sure, but it doesn’t change the fact she’s mine now. There’s no going back.
She bites her lip, another pause lengthening as I wait for her to answer my question. When she does that, it’s too easy to imagine what she’d look like as I plunged inside of her, thrusting deep as her young hole clamped tightly around my length—
No, I have to stop. I can’t let my mind go there, not yet. Or I’ll ravage her right here.
“I think you’re doing great,” she says, finally speaking. “Do you have your sights set on anyone in particular?”
I step closer to her, only just about managing to stop myself from closing the distance completely. I’m sure I can feel the heat of her young fertile body… a body made for taking my seed, for giving me children.
“Yes, I do,” I growl.
You, I want to roar. I’ve got my sight set on you.
“I’m sure they’ll be very pleased.”
“I hope so.”
She looks up at me, eyes shining. I can tell there’s something she wants to say. But then she turns.
“It was nice meeting you, Kayden.”
“And you, Kyra.”
She walks toward the studio, giving me a perfect look at her round and plump ass. Her body is flawless, short and wide in all the right places, with a sturdy look that tells me she’s going to hold our children well.
My cock is rock hard, the tip grinding against my zipper.
I swallow as she disappears into the studio.
I have to go in there and pretend to be interested in those other women.
But how can I, now that I’ve met the woman of my dreams?
Chapter Four
Kyra
“He looked angry with me,” I say, driving through the city, toward my neighborhood, the streets slowly becoming grimier and more graffiti-covered with each block. It’s almost ten PM. The show wrapped at eight. “It was weird, Zadie. It was like he wanted to get me fired or something.”
Zadie is my best friend. I didn’t have any growing up, but Zadie and I found each other early in high school and were inseparable for years, especially because we’re both orphans. We shared that bond together, and it’s one of the things that brought us together.
Now she’s in college on the other side of the country, but we still speak as often as we can.