Chapter 13
thirteen
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Day Six
Hendrix
I’d spent the past eight hours buried deep inside Cassidy and being around her had become second nature to me.
She had a nigga hooked. We’d gone four rounds back-to-back, and I still hadn’t fully decided if I was suffering from a judgment lapse or if Cassidy Stokes was just what the doctor ordered.
Whatever it was, the pussy was too damn good to have any regrets the morning after.
I glanced down at the Gucci watch adorning my wrist. “How much longer are you going to take getting ready!” I yelled at Cassidy, who had barricaded herself inside the bathroom for the past hour.
“You can’t rush perfection,” she replied.
I smirked and decided to take a few puffs of my cigar and fix myself a drink while I waited.
The longer she made me wait, the more impatient I got.
I debated on whether to barge back inside her room and drag her to Lauryn’s birthday dinner kicking and screaming.
Just as I finished my drink and sat the brandy glass on the countertop, I heard the clicking of heels behind me.
I turned around to see Cassidy looking like the portrait of beauty in a signature black dress.
I couldn’t help but stare. Cassidy’s honey brown skin glowed as she flashed a flirtatious smile at me.
She wore her long braids in a high donut bun, as her blue feather earrings brushed against her collarbone.
Her aura had captured the attention of my senses, both sight and scent, and damn near had me drooling.
I stroked my beard as my mouth tightened slightly. “Damn,” I mumbled, soaking her in from head to toe.
“Was it worth the wait?” she inquired.
“Was what worth the wait?”
“Me.”
“Oh, most definitely.”
She flashed me a grin before turning her back to me. “Thank you. Can you finish zipping me up?”
I looked down to see she was wearing matching bra and panties underneath. My teeth grazed my bottom lips as I pictured her limbs entwined around my waist and my tongue buried between the thighs that were poking out of her dress and begging for my attention. I wanted to lick her down to the bone.
“You sure you don’t wanna skip dinner?” I asked, toying with her dress zipper.
She turned her neck in my direction, revealing the canopy of long false lashes covering her eyes. “Hendrix, I can feel you undressing me with my clothes on. Just zip my dress, or we’re gonna be late!”
I cinched my arms around her waist as my fingers roamed over her hips. “We already late, so what’s the rush now?”
“We’re going to be even later!”
“Just let a nigga taste it,” I whispered, brushing my lips against her neck.
She quickly darted out of my grasp. “If I miss my best friend’s proposal because I was gettin’ some dick, she’ll never let me live that shit down!”
My eyes zeroed in on her honey-colored face. “You can’t get me hooked on somethin’ and then take it from me. Especially not lookin’ as good as you do right now.”
Her cheeks lit up, reddening by the second as she giggled. “As tempting as you are right now, we gotta go! And remember, nobody knows about this you and me shit, and I want to keep it that way!”
“If you think I’m keeping my hands to myself all night, you’re wrong,” I stated.
She playfully pushed me away. “Hendrix!”
I sucked my teeth. “Aight, fine. You ready?”
She stepped into my space and adjusted the diamond-studded chain around my neck, centering the cross right in the middle of my chest. “There, now it’s perfect and now I’m ready.”
“Cool, let’s go.”
I followed behind her, entranced by the way her hips swayed from left to right.
Being in the league came with its share of groupies and fake love, but Cassidy was different.
She’d always been the realest. I knew how risky long-distance relationships were, but Cassidy was the one risk I was willing to take. I wanted her for the long term.