Page 11 of Kassir and Rebel (D-Ville Projects #2)

Rebel

“I thought you had somewhere to be,” I tell Kassir.

“I do. Right here,” he says before kissing the arch of my foot.

“Stop!” I squeal while giggling. For some odd reason, I’m ticklish in the dumbest places, the bottom of my foot and my left hip, and he knows it.

I’m laying on his bed and he’s kneeling between my legs with my left foot propped up on his shoulder.

“Please, stop!” I warn when he kisses my arch again.

I can’t stop my laughter even if I wanted to.

“I love your nerdy ass laugh.” He smirks before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on my bare belly.

Comforted.

Loved.

Home.

So easily, we’ve fallen back into us. Into this, him waking me up and immediately putting a smile on my face.

I feel so comforted, loved, and at home.

Kassir is my home. He’s had a lock on my heart since I was seventeen; that shit doesn’t just go away.

Even when I hated what he did to me and how betrayed I felt, I admittedly still loved him.

That’s why that shit hurt so damn much. When the cause and cure of your pain resides in one person, it hits different…

But he regretted it and finally expressed his regret to me.

Kassir Moore lives by no excuses, no explanations, and no regrets.

For him, to admit either is huge and it shows how much he truly loves me.

How can I not forgive him? How can I not be here, with him, at this moment?

“Kiss me,” he demands and I place my hand over my mouth.

“No, I just woke up.”

“And, I love yo’ stank ass breath,” he says smugly, flashing his beautiful smile. He’s removed his grill, showing off his perfect teeth.

“Oh wow! It’s stank? Okay. I’m definitely not kissing you now.

” My words mean absolutely nothing to him though because seconds later, his hand grabs mine and his mouth touches mine.

Morning breath and all, he kisses it all away.

When his soft ass lips move down my neck, my entire body warms. “We can’t,” I utter reluctantly.

All of me, and I do mean all of me, wants his lips on every inch of me, but he really needs to leave.

“Why?”

“The block party,” I remind him.

Every summer, DP sponsors two major events: the street ball tournament and the big ass block party.

For all the perceived wrong that they do in the street, these two events do a lot to correct the harm.

Kassir and Suleem started the block party about ten years ago.

What began as a day of truce, good food, and music for D-Ville has evolved to a major event of pure love of the community and everyone in it.

The entire neighborhood is shut down for the day and everything is sponsored by DP.

They bring out food trucks, ice cream trucks, bouncy houses and other activities for the kids, and a live DJ.

In recent years, I’ve heard from Ma that local vendors come out and sell their products too.

Fadez is going to be there this year, offering free cuts to the kiddos thanks to Kassir, and he needs to get to the shop to make sure they are ready to set up.

“Man, fuck that block party,” he says before dropping his tongue to my belly button.

“Boy, you better get up.” My hand caresses the waves on the top of his head as I sit up. “You know you don’t mean that.”

He lifts his head then shakes it. His lips return to mine for a passionate kiss then he begrudgingly eases off the bed.

Unlike me, he’s fully dressed in his signature black for DP: black jeans and a crisp black tee.

He inches over to his dresser and grabs his platinum chain with the diamond studded DP emblem.

Once it’s around his neck, he grabs his cell, wallet, and keys.

My eyes stalk his every move and I simply enjoy my view.

Damn, I missed him.

“I’ll be back in an hour. Stay right here, just like that. Desnuda y lista,” he says.

“Sorry. I won’t be right here, naked and ready. Teaira’ll be here at nine to get me. I’m getting ready over at her place, remember?”

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong? I told you that last night.”

“My face was between your thighs. I didn’t hear shit you said,” he admits.

“Well, that’s disappointing,” I tease.

“My tongue wasn’t disappointing though,” his smug ass says and I roll my eyes.

“I won’t be able to handle that body later because Kassan will be here tonight.”

“Then I’ll just see you tomorrow.”

With a frown on his face, he steps back over to the bed then leans in to me. “No, you still coming back here after the block party. I need you to meet my son,” he says and I sigh.

Kassan is innocent in all of this and I know firsthand how even innocent children can end up getting hurt because of their parents.

So, I can’t lie. I’m apprehensive about meeting Kassan.

I don’t want any latent feelings about his conception to be projected onto him, especially since I just caved the other night and let his father beautifully turn me every which way but loose.

I’m a lot of things but I’m no hypocrite.

Besides, it’s very clear that Kassir not only loves his son but he adores him. His basketball themed bedroom and bathroom, plus the pleased look on Kassir’s face, really says it all right now.

“I hope he likes me,” I finally say and Kassir’s face softens.

“No doubt; he’s my lil twin. He’s going to love you.” His kiss this time is even more passionate, loving, and appreciative.

“Tonight will be fine,” I assure him while trying to convince myself too. “Now, go get Fadez together. I’ll meet you out there.”

After licking his tongue across my lip piercing, he extends back to his full height then walks to his door. He stops then looks back at me.

“That key on the dresser is yours and the code is ten twenty-nine.”

“Ten twenty-nine?” I question with amusement. Dates and anniversaries are my thing, not his. There are a few dates in my life that mean everything to me and October twenty-ninth is high on my list.

“The day you first let me taste that sweet pussy,” he says, then winks.

“That was after you told me you loved me. You said it first,” I correct him. Technically, we are both right, but his I love you is why I cherish the date.

“Either way,” he says smugly before walking out.

While shaking my head and smiling, I reach over and grab my cell to text Teaira.

Me: Good morning. U up?

Bestie: Yes. I’ll be outside in five.

Me: 5? I need to shower.

Bestie: Shower at my place. I’m about to pull up.

Me: Ok.

Shit!

Hurriedly, I jump out of the bed and quickly straighten the sheets and comforter.

I’ll get it together fully after the block party.

I grab my clothes from the side of the bed and put on my bra, panties, and dress.

After grabbing the key and elevator card from his dresser, I rush into the living room, snatch up my micro purse, and leave, entering the code when I do.

I run into Ma’s and grab the small bag I packed for today.

I creep through the apartment, careful not to wake Katia and Junie, my foster sisters who stayed in Diamond Falls after the wedding because they both wanted to attend the block party.

Ma and her new husband are still at The Drexel.

I gifted them two nights for their honeymoon.

When I make it out to the front of the building, Teaira is waiting, parked by the curb. I walk over and slide into her passenger seat. I immediately notice she has on her dress from the reception.

“You look like last night,” I comment.

“’Cause I decided to be grown and fast last night.” She smirks before pulling off.

“With who? Details, bitch!”

“Makai.”

“Makai who? Not DP Makai! He’s younger than us.”

“Gurl. He is grown as hell. Alllllllllllllll man,” she says dramatically.

“Besides, he’s only a few years younger than us, twenty-five and fine.

And the dick.” She turns her head, purses her lips at me, then mouths a silent scream.

“Whew! Let’s just say I don’t know how I’m going to walk around at this block party all day. ”

“Was he at the reception?” I ask because I honestly don’t know. Between running around and making sure Ma had a perfect day and Cameron’s goofy ass showing up, I don’t know who was or wasn’t in the ballroom.

“Yes. He was with Nardo and Ace,” she says, referring to two of my foster brothers. “When you were packing up, he helped me take Ma’s presents to the suite. He was flirting and talking that shit and I was tipsy and horny.”

“You took him back to your place?”

“Hell nah. I was in the building with you at his place. He lives on two. That’s why I was downstairs so fast.”

“Slut,” I tease.

“Please. As if your ass wasn’t up and your face down last night. After Cameron’s dumb ass, I know Kassir had something to prove last night.”

“Kassir didn’t have shit to prove. There’s no contest between him and Cameron. Cameron is fine but we both know he’s really not my type. He was local, nice, crazy about me, and a distraction from what, well, who I actually wanted.”

“Did they fight outside? Kassir was pissed when he stormed out of that ballroom.”

“Fight? Girl, no. Cameron got knocked on his ass then took a little too long to leave. I had to stop Kassir from shooting his goofy ass.”

“I knew it. Why did his dumb ass come anyways?”

“He just doesn’t want to accept the fact that we are over. He thought I would be happy at his surprise but he got a rude awakening when I let him have it outside. Then Kassir came and?—”

“And Cameron took his delulu ass back to Miami,” she adds.

“That part.”

Cameron’s surprise at the reception was truly unexpected.

I knew he was having a hard time accepting we were done but I didn’t think he would be crazy enough to hop his ass on a plane and come Diamond Falls.

Even before we broke it off, I hadn’t invited him, so he really tried it, but he gets it now.