Once we caught our breaths, I slogged my way to the kitchen to get us both something to quench our thirsts. I walked back into the bedroom and saw Cassidy putting fresh sheets on the bed. “Might as well stop that shit right now.”
“Stop what?”
“Making the bed. We ain’t about to do shit but turn your bed back into an ocean anyway.”
“Oh, really?” She smirked.
“Yeah, really. I plan to give you a round for every minute I spent away from you. I want that pussy drippin' like a sauna until I leave,” I announced, gripping a handful of her ass.
“What time is it?” Cassidy inquired, rolling over to hook her leg around my waist.
“Six-thirty,” I told her.
The sun had started to crown, and she had nothing on but a smile. I fucked her for hours until we both passed out on the plush, shag rug on her living room floor.
Cassidy sat up and started rolling herself a fresh blunt while I got up to sit behind her on the couch.
“You still coming to my game in Vegas on Christmas Eve?”
She tilted her head in a yes. “Yup. I will be there.”
“Bet.”
“How are you feeling going head-to-head against your old team?”
“As far as I’m concerned, it’s just business. All I can do is go out on that court and give it my all like I do in every other game I play.”
“Yeah, I know you’ll be great. But um, speaking of Christmas, what do you want for Christmas?” she asked.
I chuckled. “I want you unwrapped and waiting for me under one of the many trees you got set up in here.”
“You get that every time you see me minus the wrapping paper and Christmas trees.” She chuckled.
“Nah, all jokes aside, I already got what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
I swiped her hair to the side before letting my lips collide with the nape of her neck. “You, woman.”
She twisted her neck in my direction and clung her lips to mine. “Mmhm.”
My hands found their way over her breasts as I slid my tongue in her mouth. She turned to wrap her arms around my tattooed neck before climbing off the floor and on top of me. The second I slid my middle finger into her sweet spot, the alarm went off on my phone.
“Fuck,” I mumbled against her lips.
“Are you sure you have to go so early?” she whined.
“Visitation with my father is at nine o’clock. If I’m late, they won’t make an exception. You know this is my first time seeing him in person since he’s been doin’ his time.”
She nodded in agreeance. “Yeah, I know. I just hate seeing you leave.”
“Me too, but I gotta jump in the shower really quick and get on the road. I’ll see you again soon in Vegas for my game.”
After getting out of the shower and getting dressed, I swiped up my bag and found Cassidy claiming a chair out on the balcony outside her bedroom.
“Aight, Cass, I’m about to be out. I love you,” I revealed as I headed to her bedroom door.
The moment those last three words slipped off my lips, I curved my neck in her direction to see her face. She stared at me, doe-eyed and slightly confused.
