Page 41 of The Heart of a Capricorn
My fingers ached with the need to touch him as he undressed himself. When he got on the bed and ran his finger down my arm, I shivered.
“You don’t know how much I missed you.” His voice was thick with emotions like love and need.
His dick saluted me, and my mouth salivated. I trailed my hand up his hard abs and over the tattoos on his chest.
“I missed you, too.” My fingernail gently stroked his nipple.
Chauncey placed himself between my legs. A slow smile built on his face.
The minute his lips were on mine, my knees weakened. He kissed me so deeply I got lightheaded.
His dick rested against my inner thigh, and I wanted him inside of me so bad. My body ached for him. I reached between us and put his dick inside of me, catching him off guard.
“Couldn’t wait, huh?” he asked when he broke the kiss.
“No.” I cried when he moved his hips.
Each stroke did something to set my insides on fire. Slowly, Chauncey made love to me as he stared at me.
Our hands were locked above my head. I was spread so open for him.
“Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?”
“Yes. I meant it,” I said through gritted teeth.
He felt so good inside of me that I didn’t want to let him go.
“Good, because I meant it too. I also mean it when I say I want you to be my wife.” He leaned over and licked the side of my neck.
My toes locked, and my core tightened. The orgasm that crept up on me would be hard.
“You want to be my wife, Lyric?”
“Yes! Yes!” I cried as my orgasm rocked my core.
It was no question that I would marry Chauncey, because he made mefeel. Feel seen, feel heard, feel loved. I wasn’t afraid to be with him, and my gut and heart told me he was the one.
Chauncey smiled at me and kissed me again. His dick still lodged in me, stroking, and taking pieces of my soul with it.
“I don’t want you to leave Vegas without my last name.”
Oh, he was for real, for real.
He lifted my leg and put it over his shoulder. “Can we make that happen, Lyric? No matter where I am in the world, I want everyone to know that I belong to you, and you belong to me.” His lips grazed the side of my ear. “Answer me.” His pace quickened, and I felt his dick twitch.
“Yes, Chauncey.” Another orgasm slammed into me.
My parents or my best friend wouldn’t be happy about me getting married without them being there, but if Chauncey was for real, I would deal with the consequences later.
This trip wasn’t supposed to go this way, but there was nothing I would change. I felt the best that I’d felt in years. My career was thriving, and I had a fine ass man to call mine. There was nothing else I could ask for.
A year passedsince Lyric and I made things official and got married in Vegas. She thought I was playing, but the day after I asked her to marry me, I had her down at the chapel.
Ciara and their coworker, Shelly, were the only two people there. Our parents weren’t thrilled about it, but they got over it.
Those days not being around her, or even being able to talk to her, let me know just how deep my feelings were for her.
My team and I apprehended the dude the minute the plane landed in Atlanta, but we had to stay there for a few days to debrief and to make sure there were no other threats. Apparently, he worked alone, and once we deemed everything secure, we went our separate ways.
