He picked his head up to look down at where we were connected, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he came. “Fuck, there’s so much cum. It’s everywhere.” He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling, a faint smile on his lips. “It’s been so long, baby.”
“I know it has,” I murmured.
He dropped his body as gently as possible on top of mine. I closed my eyes, unable to fight the smile that swept over my lips.
“You okay?” he asked in my ear after several quiet minutes.
I opened my eyes, running my palm over his shoulder. “I’m so much better now.”
“I love you, girl.”
I giggled. “I love you, man.”
Chapter Nineteen
CANE
We made love two more times that night, each time better than the last. I never knew making love could feel so good and form a connection so deep that I felt it in my spirit. Each time was enigmatic and amazing, especially when she found the confidence to climb on top and ride me until I came.
Her pussy was so tight, her tits bouncing as she worked her hips up and down. She’d unbraided her hair in between rounds, so when she rode me, some of her hair fell over her face. With the city lights pouring through the windows and the moon beaming down, she looked damn near exotic. She had no idea how perfect she was—no scar was going to take away from that.
“You’re so damn beautiful, baby,” I whispered, and when she came all over me, I came too. Coming inside her was another league of its own. It couldn’t be described—only felt.
Kandy was the only woman who could take my breath away. She was the only girl who made me feel like a king—like I was on top of the world by having her in my arms. Being with her made everything in my world feel right, which was why when she wasn’t around, everything unraveled.
I wasn’t sure what time it was after we’d finished. I wasn’t big on sleeping during the middle of the night and lately, Kandy wasn’t a big sleeper either. We were both lying on the bed, her head on my chest. We breathed softly, not really talking. Just listening to the noises outside the windows—the faint sounds of cars and buses rolling by.
Don’t ask me how it was so peaceful. It was just was. The moon was bold and full, making her tan skin appear brighter.
Kandy traced a finger over the rose on the back of my hand. When she moved up to my knuckles, she tapped each one and made a small noise. “I’ve always wondered what that stood for,” she said. “Rise? You have it there and here.” She leaned up to kiss the bend of my neck, where the word RISE was permanent in my skin.
“Hmm.” I lifted my hand, studying my knuckles. “Long story.”
“Lora has the same word on her wrist. Did you get them together?”
“The one on my neck, I got alone, but the one on my knuckles, I got with her.”
“What does it mean?”
“A lot of things for us. But we got them as more of a promise.”
“A promise for what?”
“To never let anyone knock us the fuck down…” I smirked. “Lora’s words.”
She laughed.
“I got the one on my neck when I was sixteen. I had a little altercation with Buck. He was beating on my mother, so for the first time in my life, I hit him back. I shoved him, and he got pissed and hit me back, of course, but I didn’t fall and curl up like before. I stood my ground, taking the hit. He hit me again, made my mouth bleed, so I hit him back. I guess he realized I was getting old enough to do something about his shit, so he stormed out and left the house for a week.”
“Wow,” she breathed. “Well, at least you stood your ground. Scared him off.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “The second time was much worse, though.” My throat tightened just thinking about it. “I…uh…caught him with Lora.” I cleared my throat. Fuck, I hated talking about this.
Kandy grabbed my hand and entwined our fingers. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“I want to. It’s just…I hate thinking about it. Pisses me off every time I do. I’ve never talked to anyone about it other than my family and your dad.”
“I understand,” she said softly.
I closed my eyes, letting the hate dissolve enough so I could tell her. “I caught him in Lora’s room. Lora had to be about twelve at the time. I was twenty and in college, but I came back and forth to help Lora and Mama out when they needed me. I ran to the store one day and left Lora there. Buck wasn’t around all day, so I figured she would be fine, plus she said she didn’t feel like going, so I went alone. But when I got back and saw his truck there, my heart literally dropped to my fucking stomach. I heard Lora screaming and dropped the groceries to run inside. I got to her room, and that motherfucker was on top of her with his pants halfway down. He had her skirt off, but thankfully couldn’t get to her panties because she was putting up a fight. All I remember is seeing red that day. I mean, I flipped the fuck out. I knew he hit my mother often, and he hit me too, but when it came to Lora, that shit heated me up.” I clenched my fists, opening my eyes. “I snatched him off of her and hit him so hard in the face that his nose broke. He started gushing blood—it was all over the place, pouring all over Lora’s carpet. I remember screaming at him to never touch her again, to leave her the hell alone. All of these threats. He tried to fight back, but I wasn’t letting him that time. I beat him until his face was bloody, then I went to his closet and got his gun, pointing it right at him. Lora literally had to beg me to calm down before I ended up killing him.”