C.A.K.E novel Chapter 13

“What took you so long?”

Karma pulls her afternoon paramour into the house by his lapels.

She snuck out of her office over an hour ago. After giving Frome an excuse about having to check on a sick family member, she all but ran to her car. He calls and she comes running. He's just about the only man who can get her to ask how high whenever he says jump.

He slams the front door of Casper and Karma's home and comes toward her. “Since I'm so late, you should already be naked.”

“Now, why would I do all the work for you?” She smirks at him.

He kisses her. “Your husband called me yesterday.”

“You mean your brother.”

“I mean your husband.” He pushes her jacket down her shoulders and starts kissing her neck.

“What did he want?”

“To bitch and moan about you.” He picks her up, and she wraps her legs around him. “Can't blame him. You are a handful.”

“Just a handful,” she asks, smiling into his brown eyes.

“You're more than he can handle.” He grabs her ass, as their tongues collide with heated abandon. “That's for damn sure.”

Karma and her lover make their way to her and Casper's bedroom. He throws her on the bed and she kicks off her heels. She yanks off his suit jacket and tie and tosses them across the room. He helps her slip out of her jacket. She rips open his shirt, exposing his toned chest.

He tears the nylons from her slender legs, then smiles at the discovery that she isn't wearing any underwear. They grope and caress each other with a hectic urgency. He unzips her sleeveless dress, before slipping the garment over her head. Now naked before him, she can't undo his pants quickly enough. She's been thinking about him all day.

“Turn around,” he demands.

Karma does as he asks, and kneels on the bed. He doesn't touch her at first, just takes in her nude body that's ready to do his bidding. Then he leans down to taste her. She moans as his tongue traces figure eights along her warm folds. He slips his fingers inside her, and she gasps.

She doesn't need any warm-up exercises. Karma's been raring to go since he called. “Baby, don't tease me.”

The bed shifts underneath his weight as he climbs on the bed behind her. He kisses her back as he continues to massage her erogenous zone.

“Beg me for it.” He leans over and bites her shoulder.

“Please, baby ...” She bites her lip. “Give me that dick.”

Karma surprises herself at the things she says and does with him. She would never let Casper take control in the bedroom. Not as if he would ever try to be the dominant one.

She feels him rubbing against her. “How bad you want it?”

“Mmm ... real bad.”

“You need this dick?”

“More than air, baby.” Karma continues to plead and stroke his ego.

Then he obliges her requests and starts to move inside her. He pulls her hair as they grind against each other in a dirty rhythm.

“Fuck me ... oh, shit ... Cain ... Fuck.”

Her screams and moans echo off the walls of the bedroom, while she betrays her husband's trust in their marital bed. As pleasure ripples through her body, there's little room for remorse. But even if Casper's brother wasn't clouding her mind with his magic pole, she wouldn't feel the least bit guilty.

Cain is different from Casper. She can't run Cain.

She can walk into the room, and Casper is ready to obey her every whim like a lovesick puppy. Cain, however, couldn't give a shit about Karma's affinity for barking orders. He's too busy handing out some of his own.

Casper is considerate, sweet, funny. He can't handle her. Never could. She married him because she could mold him. And because everything he touches seems to turn to gold. He looks good on her resume. Even in high school, she was more concerned with what dating the most likable guy on campus could do for her own image.

During those school days, Cain was a couple of years younger than she and Casper. He was a freshman who still spoke with a slight stutter. And he was always just Casper's little brother who hung around in his shadow. She hadn't given him a second glance back then.

But then Cain grew into his teeth, lost his speech impediment, made a name for himself in the ad business, and adopted a new, flashier attitude. He was beginning to catch her attention. But he was still just a boy to her.

Then innocent flirting transformed into something more. And before she knew it, she was sneaking out of work to meet up with Cain. Lying to Casper about her whereabouts, and becoming more and more resentful of the playful ways she once found so charming about him. She's been keeping up the charade for almost a year now. And the fact that Casper doesn't seem to suspect a thing, just adds to the thrill for her.

Cain is fucking her like it's the last piece of ass he'll ever get. And she's singing his praises through every minute of it. She's clutching at the sheets, and sailing toward a glorious orgasm when she hears something.

Karma reaches back to grasp Cain's thigh. “Stop. You hear that?”

“I don't hear shit, but you loving this dick.” He chuckles, still lost in his work.

“Karma?” Casper's voice calls out to her. “Baby, you home?”

“Shit,” she mutters.

Karma pushes Cain away from her, sending his body crashing into the dresser.

“Fuck, woman.” He rubs his head. His forehead connected square on with the wood.

“Where's my fucking dress?” She searches the pile of clothing strewn about the floor.

Her fitted dress is in a crumpled pile near the door. She yanks it back on and kicks her shredded stockings underneath the bed. Cain is stepping into his pants again when the doorknob begins to turn. Karma rushes to the door, and into the hallway before Casper can see how much his brother and wife love him.

“Casper.” She clears her throat. “What are you doing home?”

“Took a half-day.”

“You can't just blow off work. That's not the kind of attitude that will get you promoted.”

She begins to lay into him about the irresponsible attitude he has toward his work nowadays. He has this insane idea that he'll become a screenwriter. She hasn't bothered to read over anything that he's written, because she refuses to entertain this newfound fascination of his.

Casper is talented, and his kind of genius belongs on the front of Forbes magazine. And she belongs at his side on the newsstand, gracing the cover of Time. They are destined to be the world's newest power couple. The next Barack and Michelle. Oprah and Stedman.

They definitely have more of an Oprah and Stedman dynamic. Stedman and Casper both would be content to hold a handbag, while their women handle business.

But Casper is doing everything in his power to fight her on that dream. She can't be a member of the Senate with a husband who writes softcore erotica for the big screen. How would that make her look?

With debauchery on her mind, she gives her husband a kiss on the cheek and scampers out the door. She calls Cain the minute she's in her car.

“Are we still meeting tonight, or did your brother spook you?” she asks.

“He thinks you're cheating on him.”

Cain's statement takes Karma's concentration off the road. The queue of cars stopped at a red light doesn't register in her mind.

“What exactly did he say?” Her E350 continues to careen toward the halted traffic at a dangerous speed. The vehicle's safety system starts to beep, alerting her to the hazard ahead. “Shit!”

“Are you okay?” Cain yells over the phone.

The automatic brakes engage, bringing the car to a safe stop just behind the bumper of the Ford in front of her.

She tries to steady her breathing long enough to respond to him. “I'm fine. I'm fine.” She swallows hard. “Does he know about us?”

“No, I don't think so.” Cain chuckles.

His lackadaisical attitude puts her even more on edge.

“Cain, this isn't a joke. If he finds out—.” Her panicked speech is cut short by more of Cain's amused posturing.

“He doesn't suspect a thing. Trust me.” She listens as he takes a satisfied breath. “I could take a steaming shit on Casper's shoes. And he'd wipe my ass for me, and smile while he did it.”

“I don't know why he loves you so much. You treat him like dirt.”

“Says the woman who's cheating on him.”

“Right, I am ... With you. His own brother.”

“I'm so sick of hearing that bullshit.” His voice climbs another ten pitches. “He is my fucking cousin. My mom forced him on me and Dad. But it wasn't my damn fault his mom took a dive off London Bridge, and his dad stroked out years later.”

She sighs and shakes her head. “Sometimes Cain, I swear, you make me look like Mother Teresa.”

He scoffs. “No one would ever confuse you, and that shriveled carcass you call a heart for anyone that pure.”

“You sure do know how to sweet talk a girl.” She smirks, as she makes the right turn into the parking garage of her office building.

“I don't need to sweet talk you. Them panties drop when I walk into the room.”

“Fuck you, Cain.”

He laughs. “When and where?”

“The Hyatt. Room 321 at ten.” A wide smile spreads across her face, highlighting her thick lips.

“See you then.”

She speeds back to her small office, her mind going wild thinking of every position she's going to try with Cain.