9. Sunday #2
“I know that he was. He went too damn far, but again, all we had to do was walk. We can live our lives without all the drama.”
“You’re right. But I need you to understand that we ain’t gon’ take that type of disrespect from nobody.”
“Okay.”
There was no need to argue. I planned to discuss it later. He just needed to know that I’d get with my daddy later about the shit that he said. And he also needed to know that he couldn’t threaten people’s families, especially their daddy, when all three kids were in the room.
“Aye?” Cedar spoke after fifteen minutes.
“Hmm?” I turned my gaze to him.
“Did you just say you loved me back there?”
“I uhm . . .”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You love a nigga. That’s cute, Sunny.”
He winked and pinched my chin. But when he said nothing else, my heart squeezed in my chest.
The ride back to Cherokee Springs was a silent one for the most part. We were both lost in our thoughts, but the minute we returned home, Cedar was as attentive as always.
“Here, let me get that for you,” he stated and took my coat.
I headed into the kitchen as he hung our coats in the coat closet. Within seconds, he was standing behind me as I stared into the refrigerator.
“Hungry?”
He placed his hands gently on my shoulders.
“Not really. Just thirsty.”
“Go upstairs, get comfortable, and I’ll get you some juice and a snack and bring it to your room.”
I turned and smiled wearily at him.
“Thank you.”
I did exactly what he said. By the time he came to my room, I was wearing my pajama shorts and tank and was sitting with my back to the headboard and pressed against a few pillows.
“You okay?”
I shook my head. “I knew they wouldn’t be happy, but my father’s words hurt. I’ll deal with him when things calm down, though.”
Cedar sat on the bed beside me and grabbed my chin. When he turned me to face him, and I saw the compassion in his eyes, it broke me. My body shook with pent-up sobs I’d tried to hold in. He pulled me onto his lap and rubbed my back while making soothing noises.
I cried for a while. And when I hiccupped to a finish, Cedar wiped the tears from my face and gently kissed my eyes. I rested my hands on the sides of his face and leaned in and kissed his lips.
When he pulled back and stared at me for a moment, my heart dipped. Afraid of rejection, I climbed off his lap, but he pulled me back and kissed me hungrily. My heart soared with joy at the connection I felt to him. I opened my mouth to him and allowed him to delve deeper into the kiss.
All the words and emotions we felt over the last several weeks were poured into that kiss. And when I did move off his lap, it was only to lay on my bed. Cedar hovered over me and kissed my lips while his fingertips brushed the hem of my tank.
“I’ve tried to fight these feelings, Sunny. I can’t do that shit no more, girl.”
“Don’t fight,” I whispered.
“I just don’t wanna hurt you, Sunny.”
“Then don’t.”
I pulled my tank up, grabbed his fingers, dragged them up my skin, and basked in the blazing trail he left behind at his heated touch. When he reached my nipples, he circled one before he leaned in and kissed it.
“Taste me, Cedar,” I begged.
His eyes lifted to meet mine, and his tongue stretched out to circle my flesh. When his lips closed over me, I cried out. He moved to the next breast, and his hand slid down to rest on my belly.
Slowly, he moved down and kissed my belly gently and lovingly.
“I don’t want to hurt our baby.”
I looked down at him, and I almost broke at the tenderness I saw in his eyes.
“You won’t hurt him.”
I had taken to calling our baby a boy as well, praying that he wouldn’t be disappointed if we had a girl. Cedar tugged at my pajama shorts, and I lifted my hips and ass from the bed so he could remove them and my panties.
His thumb gently caressed my flesh, opening me up so that he could circle my hard bud. I arched closer to him, wanting to deepen our connection and keep him attached to me. But it wasn’t long before his soothing touch wasn’t enough.
Cedar teased me as his fingers slid between my parted folds, dipped in and then out again.
His eyelids were hungry with desire for me, and they made me feel beautiful and seen.
I watched as he slipped his finger into his mouth and then placed his mouth on me.
Every negative emotion, every cruel word spoken washed away when he covered me.
My hips undulated smoothly underneath him as he ate from my orchard, and within minutes, he drank my nectar. Cedar pulled back and licked his lips with a sensual smile.
I crooked my fingers and beckoned him to me. He covered my body, and I pulled him closer, inviting him in for a kiss. It was sultry and slow, and his hands roamed my body.
“I need you, Cedar,” I whispered as he kissed down my neck.
Eager to please me, his hands went to his sweatpants, and he tugged them down with his underwear. There was no need for protection. We had long passed that point, and we both knew that we hadn’t been with anyone else.
I spread my legs wide enough for him to fit comfortably between them.
His hand slicked across my moist lower lips before he grabbed his erection and pressed it against me.
I shifted slightly to allow him to ease in.
When Cedar finally entered me, I felt complete.
He sank deeper and deeper as I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him.
“Is this what you’ve been wanting?”
“Yes. God, yes, Cedar.”
He shifted up and caressed the side of my face.
“Don’t cry,” he murmured.
I hadn’t realized that the tears had started up again. Cedar treated me tenderly, kissing the tears from my face and rocking into me with slow precision. He filled me up in a way that let me know that this was what I wanted. He was who I wanted, and I never wanted to be without him again.
When he looked down at my belly for the fifth time, I tapped his chest. “Get up.”
He rolled off me with a look of confusion. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Holding his wet dick, I positioned it at my entrance and slowly slid down.
“Are you more comfortable like this?”
“Yeah,” he murmured and smacked my ass. “Does it feel good to you?”
“Mm, . . . yes, Cedar. You feel so good inside of me.”
He thrust upward, and I slid down and gyrated all around him. With my hands planted on his chest, I lifted and rode him hard and fast.
“I wonder how many fake girlfriends and boyfriends do this,” I moaned as I ground myself against him and kissed his shoulder.
“This no longer feels fake. It’s starting to feel very real,” he groaned after several seconds when I slid to the top and slowly worked my way down his shaft again.
“I like real.” I whimpered as he pinched my nipples.
Cedar took good care of my body, and we switched positions several times, finding what worked best for us in my pregnant state.
When we orgasmed, it was with our lips sealed and every part of our body touching one another. And my heart exploded when he kissed my neck and whispered, “Everything will be okay, baby.”
“Stay here with me tonight,” I begged when we’d finished.
He dragged his hand over his head, and I could tell by the hesitation and the look in his eyes that he was unsure.
“Please.”
“Where we’re going, Sunny, ain’t no going back.”
“Good.”
Cedar sighed, lay back, and pulled me into his arms. His hand gently ran up and down my hip, creating a calming effect through every part of my body. It soothed me right into an easy and peaceful sleep, but not before I heard his vow.
“I love you too, girl. You’re mine, and I swear I won’t let nobody fuck with you, not even your family.”