“Better late than never, right?”
“Exactly, and that’s why I wanted to talk to you. I didn’t want any more time to pass between us before I told you how I feel.”
“Okay. I’m listenin’.”
Her chest caved with an exhale. “You know for the past few months, I’ve been trying to get my shit in order because I heard what you said to me on Christmas. I heard you loud and clear, and I realized that taking out my ex’s sins on you wasn’t fair, and I never apologized to you for that. I was too caught up trying to be the victim in the situation. I was hurt and I was angry, and I let my insecurities eat away at me and…I just wasn’t ready for a nigga like you,” she admitted.
Her vulnerability was refreshing to say the least. “And what about now?” I asked, reaching out to grab her hands.
“What?”
“Are you ready for a nigga like me now?”
She flashed her eyes up at me with a disarming stare. “I wrote your name on my heart and it’s there to stay,” she responded.
“And do you trust that it’s safe with me?”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you trust that it’s safe with me?”
“Because as much as I’ve tried to fight it, I’m in love with you, Hendrix. Maybe a part of me always has been since we were teenagers, I don’t know. All I know is that there’s something in me that needs you. I just need to know that you need me too.”
Cassidy had bewitched my soul months ago in St. Martin. Time hadpassed, but nothing had changed on my end. My heart was all hers. “Baby, I’ve been without you for months, and I don’t want to be without you for a second longer,” I said, pulling her into my arms.
twelve
. . .
Cassidy
Hendrix and I left the hospital together the next day hand-in-hand and unbothered about what anyone had to say about it. I was grateful that aside from a few scrapes and sore muscles, he was perfectly fine and was cleared to fly back to Kansas City and play in his next game.When we got back to his hotel room, I sauntered up to Hendrix as he placed himself on the edge of the couch and pulled me to him to kiss my stomach through my shirt. “I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted as his hands cradled the dip of my waist.
He laid his head against my stomach before looking down and kissing my pussy through my jeans. My thighs hugged each other, trying to suppress the throbbing of my love maker. I missed the feeling of his body against mine. For months, I’d envisioned the things I wanted to do to him.Filthy shit.Vile,even.
“Hendrix,” I breathed. It was impossible to keep my head on straight when I was around him.
“You want me to stop?” he asked, kissing it again.
“No,” I answered.
“Tell me what you want, Cass,” he said, standing to his full stature.
I flashed my eyes up at him and locked my fingers in his beard before standing on the tips of my toes to place a kiss on his lips. “I want you inside me, Hendrix,” I panted, unable to hold a poker face.
I stepped out of his grasp and took off my clothes piece by piece. He leaned back and watched as I tossed everything to the floor until there was nothing left but a set of hard nipples and a smile.
“Come to Daddy, baby.”
I straddled his lap and pulled his shirt over his head. My hands roamed over his hardening dick that was threatening to bust through his jeans. I tugged at his belt, urging him to pull his pants down so I could take my seat on his ten-inch throne. He kissed me deeply, letting his tongue do backflips in my mouth as I slowly slid down every inch.
“Oooh shit,” I squealed, sucking in air and biting down on his lip.
“Mmm,” he groaned in my ear.
