College sweethearts Raegan and Jiles ended on rocky terms but when Jiles is traded to the Boston Celtics, the same city Raegan has just moved to to escape her old life, will they meet again and rekindle what they once had or will they let go of each...
"Baby, is the food almost done?" I whined. I was hungry as hell. I had waited all day to eat cuz I knew dinner was going to be good as hell.
"Check the timer on the oven!" he called from the other room. I huffed but got up seeing there was still 16 minutes left on the clock. I walked into the bedroom finding him laying on the bed instead of in the kitchen working on my food.
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"16 minutes," I informed him. I walked over, laying on top of him and kissing his neck softly. He grabbed my ass with both of his hands.
"You always so damn hungry," he laughed. He removed one hand from my ass and rubbed my back soothingly. "Get up so I can make the rice," he said, smacking my thigh. I yelled in pain but got up, following on his heels back into the kitchen. I watched as he moved around the kitchen, looking so perfect. I smiled thinking of the first meal he ever cooked me when I was still pregnant with Deuce. So much had changed in the last few years.
After going over to the house Jiles and I shared to grab a few things I had forgotten since I was in such a rush packing our things the night before, I walked in on him and Natasha in bed. Jiles knew how bad his infidelities had hurt me in the past and after disrespecting and mistreating me for months, that was the last straw.
When I left that day the first person I called was Keith. He told me to come right over and cooked me a meal, gave me a massage, reassured me that I deserved so much better than what I had been given. He was there for me on one of the hardest days of my life and although it didn't take the hurt away, it felt good to have someone to confide in and rely on. I wanted to take things extremely slow with him. Jiles refused to sign the divorce papers and after getting my heart broken by the only person I'd ever loved I was weary of giving Keith a chance. Everyday he put work in to prove to me he cared and he wasn't going to hurt me. It took time but I had finally started to put some of my trust in him.
"When do you get the kids back?" he asked as we sat in the living room eating.
"Tonight. I have to get them before their bedtime," I reminded him. He set his plate down, creeping closer to me.
"So no sleepover?" he asked, in my ear. I laughed and pushed him off of me.
"No, I just stayed over last night, you can go a few days without me," I smiled in his face. He bit his lip and looked me over.
"I actually can't. You be having me go through withdrawals when you're gone," he said, inching his face closer to mine. I put my plate on the coffee table before I dropped it and stared into his eyes.
"Back up, creep," I teased him. He ignored my smart remark and planted his lips on mine. I kissed him deeply and before I knew it he was hovering over me on the couch with my legs spread. He pushed up against me and I could feel him through his sweats. His chains hung in my face as he lowered his body onto mine, pulling my shorts off effortlessly. He glanced down, smiling at me before kissing from my neck down to my other set of lips.
