Admit It (Sinclair 2)

Dex: G2G about to kick Nick’s ass in racquetball.

Damn. Dex drove her nuts. He was always so blunt with his responses, she didn’t know if she should be offended or aroused. Aroused won most of the time. He said things to her no guy had ever said. He’d gotten her to do things she would have refused to do for the other men in her life. There is no way in hell she would have almost had office sex with Jackson. She definitely would not have let him feel her up in the parking lot.

Cayla flushed again. All the arousal from that moment attacked her. The way he moaned her name, his hardness rubbing against her, his smell, the way he tasted. Dex is sex personified. Her defenses weakened the more she’s around him.

Her plans for a perfect life flashed in her mind. Cayla wanted more than hot sex. She wanted forever. She wanted black love like her parents. Cayla wanted a husband, two kids, and a financially stable future. Dex only checked one box on her list. He was more than financially stable, but he was white and not interested in forever.

What about us? Cayla’s hormones yelled. They were in an uproar, ready to start a riot. Her body wanted him in the worst way. She’d never been so lust drunk. Cayla accepted the truth she’d been denying for months. They would end up in bed together. It’s the only possible outcome. She couldn’t date another guy while her body repeated “Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve”. Maybe it was all hype, and sex would be just as boring as it was with Jackson.

What if it’s spectacular? There went her asshole hormones again. Her body was planning a mutiny against her brain. Maybe he was supposed to teach her some things about her body. Dex seemed to have the knowledge to give her everything she wanted sexually.

Cayla sighed and did the thing she’d been avoiding since Valentine’s Day. She pulled out her phone and dialed.

“Hey, Kalilah. Hold on, let me conference in Natalia...”

The blue rubber ball whizzed past his shoulder. It would have been easily returnable if his mind was in the game. Instead, he got a flashback of being pressed against Cayla’s hot body and gave Nick the game.

“Whoop!” Nick celebrated.

His gray eyes gleamed with victory. He held the paddle out in front of him and dropped it like a mic. He pulled all six feet and three inches of his body into the Whip then a Nae Nae. Dex grinned when Nick started punching downward and bending his knees. He didn’t know if it was a made-up victory dance or a horrible rendition of Beyoncé’s Single Ladies dance. Then, he ended it with a Dab.

Dex shook his head. He needed to tell Kalilah to limit Nick’s exposure to urban pop culture. He was ruining it for everyone.

“Are you finished?” Dex huffed in mock irritation.

“I must celebrate my only victory properly.” Nick grinned, flashing his dimples.

Nick is still new to anything athletic. The consummate computer nerd, he’d always been more interested in zeros and ones instead of human interaction. A few bad exchanges with women left him a single, jaded, and almost Thirty-year-old-virgin. After he had a confrontation with his long-time crush and co-worker, his life changed considerably. Nick’s desire for Kalilah shot him into a rapid lifestyle change to impress her. He worked with the beautiful personal trainer, Natalia – Kalilah and Cayla’s best friend – six days a week to turn his pale computer body into sculpted greatness.

He cleaned up his scruffy appearance and purchased new clothes. Then, he started pulling his VP weight at work just to see her at the meetings. In the end, he realized Kalilah liked him for who he was before he changed. The rock-hard body and bad boy charm he’d acquired along the way was just icing on the cake. Now, his surly brother who didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell to get a woman was happily married to the woman of his dreams with a baby on the way. What a difference a year makes.

Nick sobered. “You would never let me have a pity win. I must deduce you are distracted. What’s the issue, little brother?”

I want what you have.

Nick slicked his sweat dampened brown hair out of his face. His earnest eyes studied him.

“Ah. I know that look all too well. I wore it for months. Sexual frustration. Not so funny, is it?”

Dex’s lips twitched at the memory. Nick had it in his mind that there was a perfect time to have sex. His stubborn beliefs foiled Kalilah’s plans to get him naked every time. Between those times he would say or do something stupid thus delaying them for weeks because Kalilah would stop talking to him.

“No, your sexual frustration was self-imposed and therefore, hilarious.”

Nick couldn’t stop his lips from twitching. “Whatever. Sexual frustration is sexual frustration.” He looked at his watch. “We have thirty more minutes of court time. We’re obviously not playing another game. We’ll talk about the issue. I might actually have advice this time.”

Nick looked proud. In the past, their relationship was kind of strained since some of Nick’s bad luck with women involved some of those women trying to use Nick to get to Dex. Dex turned the women down, but it still left a small void between them. They would talk like good friends but never had the deep, personal brotherly conversations. Until they got into a big argument over Kalilah. They hashed out their differences over the summer and were now closer than ever. Even if the strain wasn’t there, Dex’s woman knowledge far surpassed Nick’s.

“Fine.” Dex unloaded all the Cayla details.

“Wow. So, this is how Dad must have felt when I unloaded on him.” Nick sat down on the court while he processed. “First, text me the information for one of those kits.”

They both laughed before Nick continued.

“Let’s look at this analytically. We both know Cayla is different than Kalilah…”

Dex nodded. “That’s for sure. If Cayla thought like Kalilah, we would not be talking right now.”

Nick’s eyes flashed between amusement, love, and desire. “Nope. You would have had some New Year Nookie.” Nick laughed at his word usage before sobering.