Page 13 of Awakening
“She didn’t even ask if I was okay. Just went straight into bullshit excuses about being young and not ready to be a mother. I felt like a donor form, not a daughter.”
Dro’s voice went soft. “That’s because she knows what she did. Guilt doesn’t make people honest, it just makes them desperate.”
“I hate that she still gets to hurt me,” I whispered.
“You don’t gotta carry that weight alone, Ja. You never did, and I can send some bitches over there to whoop her mothafuckin ass, just say the word.”
I laughed my first genuine laugh in days since she reached out to me, “Where’s Drea?” I asked. Dro had fallen deeply in love with Caleb’s mother, Andrea, and was planning on proposing to her now that her divorce was final. Typically, you wouldn’t see one without the other.
“She’s on her way up here with Lilian. Yanna called them when she found out you had been brought in,” he answered.
Lord, my woman didn’t play about me, so I know she was on her way down here. We sat there in silence for a moment. Just his hand in mine. Just the kind of presencethat didn’t need words, just a reminder that Dro always showed up and always put me first.
Then he asked, “You sure you wanna test?”
“Yeah, I won’t let my sister suffer because her mama’s a coward.”
He smiled, pride in his smile, sadness in his eyes, “That’s my girl.”
Just as I was thinking about Yanna, she walked in with Mama Lilian and Mama Drea.
“Where’s that bitch of a mama of yours? I wanna have a chat with her,” Mama Drea said as she pulled me in her arms and kissed my forehead.
“Maaaaa,” I whined, feeling loved and doted on, “That lady will get her karma,” I added.
“Karma not working fast enough for me, so I wanna whoop her ass and then karma can follow up later,” Yanna added as she walked back through the curtain, this time with my patient chart in her hand as we all laughed.
My heart skipped a beat whenever she was around. I had it that bad for this fine ass, thick ass woman that ate my pussy like she was obsessed with it and loved me like she would never let me go.
Her eyes scanned over me, making sure I was good before she walked over and wrapped me in her arms.
“JaJa, you okay?” She asked lovingly as her hand circled my back.
“Better now, but the audacity of that fucking lady,” my bitterness unfurling.
Yanna mentioned giving therapy a fair chance and working through the issues surrounding my mom and my previous relationship with Colson, which was a whole other can of worms. As Yanna and I talked, our parentsheaded out, and we waited for fine ass Nurse Carter to come back with my discharge papers.
And after feeling like I was grasping for air for longer than I ever wanted to, I felt like I could breathe again.
The front door hadn’t even shut before my back was against it. Knox stood in front of me, tall, broad, sexy. It was his eyes that were undoing me. They were sharp and full of fire, but there was something more that lived behind them now, a softness: longing. Weeks had passed and turned to months, the months rolling into years, and neither of us had known how deep the ache of absence ran until now.
“I can’t wait to be deep inside you,” I whispered against his mouth, voice low and rough.
Knox didn’t answer with words; his hands did the talking. They found my neck, pulling me in like he’d been waiting every damn day just to touch me again. Our lips crashed together, messy and full of need, tasting of passion-filled memories, hunger, and something more desperate.
I gripped the hem of Knox’s shirt and yanked it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over his head. Knox did the same. Our hands were moving fast, like they were chasing lost time. Chest to chest, heart to heart, we stood there in the dim light of the hallway, breathless, our eyes doing all the talking.
“I thought about this every night,” Knox murmured,voice deep, trembling slightly. His fingers traced down my ribs, pausing like he was relearning each inch of me all over again.
Catching his wrist, kissing it, “Then stop thinking,” I said, as my eyes burned into him, “Show me.”
Knox didn’t need telling twice, lowering to his knees eye level with my long, hard dick. Not bothering to head to the bedroom we used to share, Knox decided to swallow my dick whole, right here, right now. The thought of his warm, wet, wanton mouth caused pre-cum to leak from the head of my dick. Every touch between us is familiar, but sharpened by absence. My fingers grazing Knox’s back, Knox’s hands sliding my slacks and boxers down my muscular thighs as his lips find themselves wrapped around the head of my dick, swallowing the pre-cum that had pooled there.
“Mmmmm, Knox, baby, suck Daddy’s dick real disgusting,” I ordered as I started to slowly fuck his handsome face.
His broad shoulders, thick chest, and trim waist were a reminder of the sculpted strength beneath. His smooth, bronzed skin was yet another reminder that I’d lost my gym partner, but he was still putting in work.
His face contorting as he took as much of me as he could while his eyes held the decadent allure I’d come to love while we were in the throes of passion, his full lips that looked made for sin were doing sinful things to all 8.5 inches of me. Memories of his neatly trimmed beard that added a roughness to his otherwise polished elegance, covered in my release, made me groan. Whenever I was with Knox, I felt bared, claimed, and utterly undone.
