Chapter 13 #2
Watching him leave was more hurtful than him not showing up at all.
She locked the door behind her, wondering where things went wrong and why, but it didn’t matter anymore.
For the first time in years, Heavy felt like an ending to something was for the best. It was the start of something new.
He was closing a chapter of his life in hopes of beginning a new one that came naturally.
It’d never been on Cyren’s bucket list to get fucked out of her sleep, but here she was.
Halfway awake, taking straight pipe while Heavy pressed firmly into the small of her back.
His length and girth were worth writing home about.
Send a four-page letter, through priority mail, if you will.
Cyren had so many words to describe how she felt while he stretched her walls to capacity.
Pleased.
Fulfilled.
Delighted.
Thankful.
Content.
And Lord, forgive her... blessed.
It was truly the Lord Himself who had crafted Heavy into the man he was, so he was a blessing. Cyren’s body trembled as he licked down her back and smacked her ass. She threw it back, putting the pussy on him so good, Heavy had to pull out of her.
“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 rubbed all 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 wanted him 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.”
Her chest tightened at his words, and all she could do was mumble, “Okay.”
“You acting like half of your stuff isn’t over here already. Stop thinking too much into it,” he said, but that was easier said than done.
Licking her lips, Cyren nodded, but he couldn’t see her, which was a good thing.
The way warmth spread through her chest and heated her face, he’d know something was really wrong.
She wasn’t ready to face the music or admit that she was moving yet, so she slipped the key into her purse with plans to return it later.
Cyren didn’t know how her daddy did it.
Being a habitual liar had to be the most draining thing in the world.
Then again, he’d lied so much he couldn’t tell a fib from the truth.
With her job secured in Texas and a set start date, she only had a few weeks to get her life together in KC.
Though she was sad about Heavy being out of town, she was also grateful because she used the time she would have spent with him on packing.
“Are you having fun?” Cyren asked, as she fastened her bra.
She and Heavy were on FaceTime while he toured a resort.
He’d sent her pictures of their grocery store and all the different snacks they had.
They talked while he went on a clear boat tour, showing her a glimpse of the sea.
A part of her was jealous because she wasn’t with him, although she’d already been, but the other half was happy he was enjoying himself.
“Yeah. It’s relaxing out here. Just being able to take in everything just reminds me to appreciate life more,” he said somberly, reminiscing.
“I know what you mean. You should go snorkeling.”
“Hell nah,” he said, seriously.
Cyren chuckled, slipping her shirt over her head. “Why not? It’s fun.”
“I’ll think about it. Aww man, hold up,” Heavy said, with his voice slightly elevated. “Baby, look at this tree.”
Heavy flipped his camera around, and the prettiest, brightest, orange tree she’d ever seen filled the screen.
Though the tree wasn’t real, it was still a main, signature attraction at the Garza Blanca Resort & Spa.
The surrounding trees, additional pools, and the ocean view were the perfect backdrop for photos.
“Wow,” she gushed, in awe of its beauty. “That is breathtaking.”
“Man. Who you telling?” Heavy said in awe. “This entire resort is nice as hell. We just got massages and free drinks.”
“Those are always a plus. Can you send me pictures of that tree?”
Heavy nodded, opening his camera app. He planned to take some anyway. “Yeah, I got you. Where you bouta go?”
She had a few errands to run and things to grab to help assist with packing, but he didn’t need to know that.
“To Walmart and the bank, and then to meet Bre for happy hour,” she said, scanning her room. It resembled Skylar’s when she was getting dressed to go out, but it wouldn’t look that way by the end of the week.
“Did you grab that money out of the drawer in my closet?” Heavy asked, taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Don’t forget to tell me what you want for Christmas. My niece and sister are already sending me their lists.”
Cyren had completely forgotten about Christmas being around the corner. Holidays just weren’t the same without her mama here, so she didn’t care much for them. Not wanting to ruin the mood, she simply agreed.
“Okay. Look at you soaking up the sun.” She grinned, wishing she could’ve licked his handsome face through the screen.
The sun was hitting just right, making his brown eyes seem to sparkle. Heavy’s chocolate skin was glowing, his beard was moisturized, and he looked at peace. At least from what Cyren could tell. Relaxation looked good on him.
Heavy smiled, showing off his pretty white teeth. “Trying to enjoy it. I wish you were here instead—” He stopped talking as something caught his eye. Sitting up, she saw his jaw flex.
“Instead of what?” Cyren asked.
He focused back on her. “Instead of there, running errands without me,” he continued, lying back down.
Cyren snickered. “Awww, you miss me?”
“Like a mothafucka. We could’ve been making memories. Fucking you on my balcony while we listened to the ocean and shit.”
She shivered, thinking of how lovely that experience would’ve been. Maybe another trip.