Sister Circle✔️

57. Princess and Her Prince

Zavrina POV

"I'm fucking you in every room tonight."

Well...damn! She smiled as Kenyon picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her against the wall as he kissed her. His hand roamed down her shirt massaging her breast before pushing her shirt and bra away.

"You're mine to do whatever I want to."

"Excuse you?"

"Whatever you want me to, that is."

"Better."

He kissed down her neck till he made his way to her exposed breast, taking it in his mouth and flicking the hardened nipple with his tongue.

"You taste good."

She giggled at him. There was something about Kenyon lately that made him super sexy. He was always sexy to her, from the moment she laid eyes on him, but in the last few weeks, just being free with him, did something to her. Kenyon was showing her he was a good man, and she felt lucky and privileged to be with him.

But her little insecure thoughts, sometimes she did not feel worthy.

"You still love me?"

He looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "Why would I not still love you?"

"All the other girls you can be with and maybe you don't want to be monogamous anymore."

"Come on Z, don't start this shit again." He let her legs go so she stood on the floor and he walked away from her. "What do you want me to do to prove I'm not fucking around? Every time a girl steps to me, I let you know. I let them know I'm done fucking them. I know I did all that shit in the past, but I told you, time and time again, I only want you."

He made his way into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cabinet, then went to the fridge to get water from the spout. She followed behind him, put her arms around him, and snuggled against his back.

"Sorry, I asked. I just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just...I can't explain it. Let me work on me Kenny, you're fine. You're perfect." She kissed his back. "I don't want to be this way."

He pulled her from around him and sat her on the counter.

"Remember when you told me you were going to run for Student Council President and I thought that shit was crazy? This little Black girl, at this big white school, I thought you were crazy. But guess what, this little big girl did her thing, beat two white boys running by a landslide, and everybody knows your fucking name. That's what I fell in love with. Where's that confident girl?"

That was a whole different experience she could not explain. Confidence in her skills to lead was always there. Confidence that she was enough for a guy like Kenyon, well, it did not help with how their relationship started. She knew better than to be another notch on his bed, but she fell for it anyway. In her mind, that's all she was good for.

Was, past tense, things changed. She hoped one day she could shake that feeling.

"It's different with you."

"How?"

She grabbed his face in her hands. "I've wanted you in every way since I first laid my eyes on you, Kenyon. I settled for less for so long...I didn't feel worthy to be your only one."

"You are." He kissed her. "Damn baby, I love you." He kissed her again. "I love you so much!"

He spread her legs open and undid her pants. "Are we done talking so we can get down to business?"

She pulled off his shirt, exposing his great hard chest and rippling abs. She started on his jeans, but he stopped her, grabbing his wallet out and pulling out a condom.

"Don't rush me, girl you know I know what to do."

Yes, he did. They had sex in the kitchen, in the hallway, in the living room on the sofa, and on the floor, before they finally made it to his bedroom and the bed. She enjoyed every second of it. After they showered, they cleaned the bedroom and changed the sheets.

She wore his ALPHA shirt and he wore nothing but boxers while he sat on the floor and she braided his freshly washed hair.

"When you're done with my hair, Imma do yours."

She laughed at him. "Why do you like to do my hair? Most guys don't-"

"I ain't most guys," he stated flatly. "My mom let me do her hair, I don't see anything wrong with it."

She did not respond to that. She liked when he talked about his mother, but she wished he opened up more about her. "

"You have a picture of her? I would love to see what she looked like."

Kenyon reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. After scrolling through his pictures, he pulled up one and held it up to her. She took the phone and looked at a very gorgeous woman. Beyond beautiful, she surely was a model.

She was fair-skinned, almost like she could pass with her complexion, but she was Black no doubt. She had thick curly, dark brown hair that was long down her back. She had sparkling gray eyes and slight freckles on her face. She was dressed in an expensive-looking evening gown and smiling in her playful pose.

"I took that picture of her. The last one I took of her...a week before..."

"She's stunning. Just wow Kenny. Where was she going?"

"It was my father's birthday. They were going out. That asshole never showed up. She was so happy and then..." He took the phone back and stared at the picture for a while. "This might have been the last straw...she knew...she..."

"Babe..."

Kenyon blew out a breath and put his phone away. He did not say anything else. She finished his braids in silence. When done, he pulled her down on the floor in his lap.

"I love you."

"I know."

"And if I say that shit, I mean it. I would never do what he did to her."

Damn, that was deep as hell. She had to believe it, after what he had gone through. She got comfortable between his legs as he brushed her curls back into a ponytail and wrapped the hair tie around it.

"Kenny...we don't have to use condoms anymore."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean...if we both get tested and we're fine, no diseases or anything, we don't need them."

"It's cool, we don't have to-"

"But we don't need to." She turned to him. "I've been on birth control since I was seventeen. My mother did not want me to end up pregnant young like her. And I've been tested before, not regularly, but I can go get tested, so we know."

"I get tested every six months," he said. "I've never had sex without a condom."

"Never?"

"Never. These chicks out here not being safe and you can't trust them. My father did teach me that."

"Well, you think you want to...with me?"

He grinned at her. "There's a first time for everything, huh?"

Slowly but surely Kenyon helped her build her confidence in their relationship. He knew the right things to say to her. He knew how to make her heart race, make her smile so big she looked like a fool, and most importantly, made her feel like one in a million. Other girls may be prettier, but he chose her.

A/N: Kenyon a whole mood!