Chapter 7
Alec
I’ve only ever uttered those three words to my family, and somehow, in less than a month and a half, I find myself wanting to say them to Cassie.
I told myself, I was going to work on myself.
And I meant it.
So that when I found my one, I’d be ready for her.
I wasn’t lying.
I realized she was my endgame when she smiled at me.
That smile of hers... fucking wrecks me.
Curmudgeon Text Thread
Carter – So you got sick because you were dancing in the rain with Cassie?
Ethan – Truth?
Talia – It was sweet.
Garrick – Knew you had it in you.
Carter – Harlee just asked why we’ve never done it.
Garrick – Tatum too.
Garrick – Then I reminded her about the hood of my Charger.
Talia – Gross.
Ethan – Right on.
Carter – Nice.
Me – Don’t want to hear about that shit. I’m with Talia.
Garrick – All the shit we’ve heard about you?
Ethan – What he said.
Carter – Ditto.
Talia – Same goes for me.
Me – But yeah. Told me about a want she had.
Me – Made it happen.
Garrick – Proud of you, bro.
Carter – Same.
Talia – Same.
Ethan – Same.
And now... I was doing something I’ve never done before.
I was used to grocery shopping.
But that wasn’t it.
No, I was in the store adding things to my cart that I never would eat.
I tagged three of the Chobani Flip, Strawberry Cheesecake, and S’mores for Cassie.
If anyone had told me a few years ago that I would be out buying things for a woman so that when she was over at my place, she would have everything she needed, I would have called them a liar.
Then I went to the blanket section and sighed. I was a fool.
Doing all this.
But... when you’re a fool who is in love with a woman, you do what you have to do.
And the moment I found the hunter green soft throw blanket; I tossed it in my cart.
Then I looked at the candles.
And stood there, like a moron, sniffing them.
Operation FUBAR Text Thread
Wolf – What are you doing?
Smoke – Just pulled my cock out of a woman’s vagina.
Me – Must not have been good if you're texting us back.
Ice – What Ghost said.
Hyde – Uh. Brother. Do you need Viagra?
Jekyll – Just tossed some ribs on the grill.
Smoke – Eh. She kept telling me to choke her harder.
Smoke – I’m into kink, but not that type of kink.
Wolf – You don’t have a necrophilia addiction. Right?
Me – I thought you did.
Ice – That one time.
Hyde – How’d you know the body was dead?
Jekyll – Did you get up close and personal with it?
Smoke – Y’all want to go there?
Smoke – Okay. How about the day that all of you talked about the person’s ass?
Smoke – And it was a man’s.
Smoke – Do y’all have something y’all want to share?
Smoke – You like that, it’s okay with me.
Me – Fuck you.
Wolf – Fuck you and your horse too.
Ice – Fuck you and the pimp you rode in on.
Hyde – Fuck you and your thong-wearing ass.
Smoke – That was a fucking dare, asshole.
Jekyll – Hey, they’re comfy. Helps.
I was shaking my head, trying so hard not to fucking laugh when I heard, “Alec? Hey, been a while.”
I looked over my shoulder at Tonya and nodded.
Then I pocketed my phone and got back to what I was doing.
“So, how have you been?” she asked.
I looked at the candles, then my cart, pointedly looking at the feminine shit in there.
Then I looked back at the candles.
“So, are you free tonight?” she asked.
I pulled my phone out and shot them a text.
Me – Best line to make someone leave you alone?
Jekyll – Man or woman?
Me – Woman.
Smoke – It ain’t Cassie. Right?
Me – Fuck no.
Wolf – Good.
Jekyll – Got crabs, later.
Hyde – My baby momma needs me at home.
Wolf – Got TB. I’m infectious.
Smoke – Wanna come check out my attic?
Ice – Got a new toy in. Fucking rev your motor right up. You need to bring duct tape, though.
Me – How about I’m taken?
Wolf – Sometimes, that doesn’t work.
Hyde – Same.
Jekyll – Fucking bitches. Same.
I snorted, then I looked at Tonya and sighed, “I’m taken.”
“Well, I can share.” She said.
I sighed, then picked out the five best-smelling candles, and looked at her, “Yeah, well, I don’t.”
Then I pushed my cart and headed for the checkout counter.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
Wolf – Well?
Ice – What happened?
Me – Told her I was taken. Told me she can share. Told her I don’t.
Jekyll – Burn.
Hyde – Right on.
Wolf – Better not with Cassie.
Smoke – Preach it.
Me – Y’all know me... correct?
Smoke – True. Put a ring on her finger and be done with it.
Wolf – The way you smiled when you told us about her, never seen it from you.
I grinned as I pocketed my phone.
They knew me better than my entire family did.
And one person was going to as well.
Cassie.
My Cassie.
I had just pulled up outside of my duplex when she opened her door, then closed it and walked to where I was climbing out of my truck.
“What did you get me?” she joked.
She was in an off-the-shoulder t-shirt, leggings, no makeup, and her hair was in a messy knot atop her head.
Seeing her.
Seeing all that was her.
I couldn’t help it.
I fucking tried.
But my willpower where this woman is concerned.
In two long strides, I was in front of her.
In two seconds, I had my hands on the sides of her face.
And in a second, I claimed her lips with my own.
She froze for a second, and then she was kissing me back.
Kissing me back with a hunger I’ve never experienced before.
And I replied in kind.
I teased her lips open and delved my tongue into her mouth.
Stroking.
Caressing.
Claiming her in a way I’ve never claimed a living soul before.
Her hands were fisted in my shirt, and I felt her pulling me closer as our bodies became flushed together.
If I died right then and there, I would go happy.
A few seconds later, we both pulled apart to catch our breath.
“Now, I don’t go kissing boys I don’t like,” she teased.
I grinned then rubbed my hard cock into her belly, and teased her right back, “I don’t get hard for any girl unless I like them.”
She snorted. “Typical man.”
I winked, then ground my hard cock into her soft body again, “Feel that, Cupcake? All man.”
She threw her head back and laughed.
I handed her my house key, then I grabbed the bags, growled at her when she tried to help, and watched that perfect ass all the way up my front steps and through my front door.
Once she removed her flip-flops, I toed my boots off.
It was as I was taking things out of the bags that she seemed to freeze.
Inwardly, I pounded myself on the back.
“You don’t eat these,” she said as she brought up one finger and tapped the yogurt.
I shrugged.
“You don’t drink these,” she said as she tapped the coffee.
I winked at her, “But you do.”
Then she said, “You don’t want me to kiss you, say it now.”
I kept my mouth fucking shut.
And then she was rounding the island pressing up on her tiptoes and slammed her lips onto mine.
I grinned into her mouth as I bent, wrapped my hands around her perfect fucking ass cheeks, and lifted her.
She pulled away and gasped, “I’m too heavy.”
I growled at her, “The day I can’t pick my woman up, I better be in the fucking ground.”
She lifted a brow, “Your woman?”
At my nod, she smiled, then she said, “I think I’d like that.”
Then she looked down at my lips, and I said, “You don’t want me to make you mine fully, need you to quit looking at me like that.”
She lifted a brow as she moved her gaze to my eyes, “Like what?”
I growled, “Like you want me to remove your clothes, remove mine, lay you down on this counter, and eat you until you can’t remember your own name.”
She was breathing heavily as she said, “Never had that done to me.”
I froze, then I growled, “You mean to tell me no man has ever made you come with their tongue?”
She shook her head.
I winked, “Well, we can’t have that.”
Then I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, then I grabbed her leggings by the waistband and started lowering them down, “Lift your hips, Cupcake.”
She did so.
I removed the leggings, pulling them down her perfect legs as I went.
Then I looked at her blue lace panties that covered my part of my dream.
The rest of my dream was sitting in front of me.
I grabbed her panties, and said, “Lift, Cupcake.”
Her eyes widened, and then she lifted her hips.
I pulled them off her legs and then tucked them into my back pocket.
Those were mine now.
I lowered to my knees, then took each thigh, pressing kisses as I went, and placed her legs over my shoulders.
I looked at what was laid out before me, “Lean back, Cupcake.”
She leaned back, and there it was.
Fuck. Me.
I slowly moved my head to her entrance, and with the first swipe of my tongue, I became addicted.
Addicted to her taste.
To her smell.
To her.
I flicked that rosy little bud over and over and over.
When she lifted her hips to get closer, I splayed my hands on her lower belly, and held her down.
Then I gave her what she wanted.
A man wasn’t a man if he didn’t know how to please his woman.
And I was her man.
She was mine to take care of.
I worked my tongue along her entrance, and then I shoved my tongue into her vagina.
Moving it in and out, as my nose bumped her clit.
Then I withdrew my tongue and trailed it lower, then back up to her clit.
I heard her breathy moan and noticed she liked that.
Good.
So, I did it again.
Down and back up.
And as my tongue reached her clit, I inserted one finger into her vagina.
“Alec?” she breathed out.
I pulled my tongue away for a second to answer her, “Yeah?”
“I want to come, but I want to come on your cock.” She said.
And I froze, then I said, “You sure?”
I felt her body move and knew that she nodded.
I swallowed, “Do that. You’re mine. No leaving me.”
Her breathy sigh and the sweet, “Okay,” had me undoing my belt, unsnapping the button, and lowering the zipper.
Then I stood as my pants fell.
I caught her gaze, “Been four years. I’m clean.”
Her eyes widened, “Been two years. Same.”
I nodded, “Pill?”
She froze for a second, then she shook her head, “I have something else. Promise. We’re covered.”
I caught it.
But I would table that... for later.
Then I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pulled her closer.
She gasped, and I winked, “I got you, Cupcake. Always.”
She nodded, then I lined my cock to her entrance, and said, “Ready?”
She nodded, “Make me yours.”
And I did.
Just.
That.
I plunged my cock into her tight heat and slammed forward.
Her tits bounced, and I couldn’t wait to see those puppies uncovered.
But that wasn’t right now.
Now, however, her eyes widened, her muscles clamped down, and I grinned, “Like that?”
She nodded, “Yeah. Do it again.”
I did it again.
Pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in.
I knew that if I pulled all the way out, my cock would hate me.
And I was nice like that.
I stayed seated in her heat.
Reveling in it.
Memorizing it.
Then I pulled out, barely, and slammed back in.
Over and over.
“Fuck, but you have a perfect pussy,” I told her.
She moaned, “Filling me. Stretching me. So good, Alec. Again. Please.”
I did it again and again.
And then when I moved my thumb to her clit and started to circle it, I watched as her eyes closed, and her legs tightened around me.
I knew her toes had just curled.
“Alec,” she shouted.
I smiled, then said, “Give it to me, Cupcake. Can’t hold out for much longer.”
She nodded, then I slammed in again, once, twice, then her pussy clamped so hard around my cock that I saw stars.
And then she was coming, “Oh. God. Yes.”
I pulled out and then slammed inside of her and stilled.
My hot cum entering her.
Then I stared at the stunning woman who was lying out before me.
She was breathing heavily, as she sighed, then she got a dreamy look on her face, lifted her head barely, and asked, “Can we do it on a bed next time?”
I winked, then tagged her by her lower back and lifted.
She came up with me, and I winked, “Wrap your legs around my hips, Cupcake.”
She did so with a mischievous grin.
Then I placed my hands under her ass, lifted her, and carried her to my room with my cock still firmly planted inside of her.
I laid her down on my bed, helped her remove her shirt, followed by her matching bra.
She grabbed my shirt and lifted it over my head.
Then, as I rocked in and out of her, I paid special attention to her tits.
Fucking them was on my list of new fantasies.
***
“Would you be mad if I became addicted to your cock?” she asked.
I chuckled, “Nope. I’m already addicted to your pussy.”
I felt her smile against my chest, and when she moved to get up, I stilled her, “Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.” She said.
I nodded, then, when I released her, I watched her climb out of my bed and toss a wink over her shoulder.
Then I had an idea.
And that idea... well... it caused my already sated cock to get hard again.
Then I got up and stalked to the bathroom.
She was washing her hands as I caged her in from behind.
I moved my mouth to her neck and trailed kisses there.
Then I asked, “How about bathroom sex?”
And when she wiggled her bottom into my cock... I stared into her eyes through the mirror as I lined my cock to her entrance and slammed inside.
When she rammed that perfect ass of hers back into me. I smiled.
Then I gripped her hips and drove home.
She rammed back into me, causing me to have to steel my frame, and it was worth it.
Watching her face as she came around my cock. Fucking perfection.
***
We were lying in bed after cleaning up.
My fingers were working their way through her hair when I felt her body soften into mine.
I pressed a kiss on the top of her head, “Night, Cupcake.”
She smiled. “Night, Alec.”
And for the first time in as long as I could remember... not a single nightmare made itself known.
***
After I set a plate of pancakes down in front of her with chocolate chips in them, I pressed a kiss on her lips and said, “Thank you for last night, Cupcake.”
She smiled, then winked, “Thank you back.”
“I wasn’t your first. But I aim to be your last. But for me, you were one of my firsts.”
She tilted her head to the side, “How so?”
“Never slept with a woman in the same bed before,” I told her.
Her eyes misted, and then her face softened, “I haven’t done that with anyone but Bronson.”
A little flare of jealousy flared up, and I growled, “Don’t make a habit of it.”
She laughed right in my face.
This fucking woman.
I sat down beside her with my own plate of pancakes and settled my hand on her thigh.
I had just placed the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher when I caught it.
“Sore?” I asked.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
I grinned, then moved to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and shook out two Tylenol, and then I handed them to her.
After she swallowed them down with a sip of orange juice, I asked, “Was it worth it?”
“Coming four times? Abso-fucking-lutely.”
I grinned.