“Shit.” He chuckled, slapping her butt with his rod before rubbing the tip along her clit. “You almost made me nut.”
“Mmm. Nut then, daddy,” she moaned, gripping him herself and putting him right back where he belonged. “Let me feel it.”
He fisted a handful of her bonnet-covered hair and pounded into her. He knew she still had to be tired calling him that name, but he wasn’t complaining. It turned him up another level. The arch in her back deepened as she met him stroke for stroke. The way her walls were gripping his dick, Heavy didn’t care what she called him.
“Ooooh, fuck. Right there, right there,” Cyren begged, hoping he never let up on her spot.
She felt him all in her guts as she moaned his name with her eyes closed. Feeling his toes curl, Heavy knew he only had so much time left before he’d be spilling his seeds. Leaning over her, he kept stroking while they tongue-kissed. Cyren came again, moaning into his mouth, while he came with her. His harsh breaths against her neck lulled her that quickly. He let her snooze for a bit, knowing he was the reason she was back asleep.
“C’mon, Pooh,” Heavy said, kissing her neck. “You can’t be late for work.”
“I can just call in,” she whined.
Heavy chuckled. “Nah. None of that.”
She wasn’t trying to hear what he was talking about. All she wanted to do was stay cuddled in his embrace and warm sheets. Heavy wasn’t making it any better as he held her and rubbedall over her body. When a light snore escaped her, he chuckled and pulled out of her. Climbing out of bed, he walked to the bathroom and started the shower for her.
Frustrated and damn near on the verge of tears, Cyren kicked her legs under the cover before tossing them off her. Heavy stood in the doorway and shook his head.
“I don’t know why you’re shaking your head. It’s your fault that I’m sleepy,” she fussed, pushing past him into the bathroom. Comfortably, she sat on the toilet to pee.
“Don’t blame me. You were the one up all night watching Netflix,” Heavy reminded her.
Cyren rolled her eyes while wiping herself. Flushing, she washed her hands and yawned. “Whatever.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he said, spanking her ass. “Hop in so we can get going.”
Loving how he kept her on her toes and didn’t make a fuss even when she was, Cyren puckered her lips. Heavy gladly kissed them and grinned as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Mmm, good morning,” she cooed.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Good morning to you, too, my baby.”
Sticking strictly to showering, with no funny business, they were both out of the shower in no time and now dressed for the day. Cyren was happy there was only one more day left in the week, but it had seemed to drag. It didn’t help that she’d be lonely for who knows how long since Heavy was going out of town.
“How long are you going to be gone again?” she asked, slipping on her shoes.
She spotted his suitcase by the door, and it immediately put her in a mood. Nash had convinced him to take the trip to Cabo, and though Cyren would have liked to tag along, she wantedhim to enjoy his solitude. She also thought that some distance between them would have been good.
“A week,” Heavy answered.
“Ugh. That’s so long. I’m going to miss your bed.”
Offended, his head drew back. “Damn. You ain’t gon’ miss me?”
“You know I am, but I love your bed. It smells like you.”
“Nah, it smells like you, now.” Without thinking, he removed the extra key he’d gotten made from the ring and handed it to her. “Here. You ain’t gotta miss it or me while I’m gone.”
Feeling ambushed, Cyren didn’t take it right away. She felt like a hypocrite but also unsettled in the best way. She would’ve said he was being dramatic by seeing a problem and immediately giving her a solution, but that was just who he was. He fixed shit; mended broken young women, who tried convincing themselves that they didn’t want his help or his love.
Her eyes dropped to the gold key, and she shook her head. “This is serious.”
“And I’m serious about you. So, here.”
Cyren felt the cold metal in her hand as he grabbed her wrist and placed it in her palm. She gulped, knowing she had no right to accept his key or his trust. Because this is what that was. He trusted her.
“I want you here even when I’m not.”
