And neither one of us had any complaints as we rolled out of bed, eight hours later, with nary a care, and not a wink of sleep.
Chapter 7
I need a prince in the streets, and a beast in the sheets.
-T-shirt
Lennox
“Wow,” Melissa said, examining my eyes. “You look tired.”
I smiled happily. “Sure am.”
“Who’d you fuck…oh, man. You didn’t!” Melissa yelled as she pointed her stack of cups at me in accusation.
I furrowed my brows. “What?”
“You fucked that SWAT guy, didn’t you? That’s why he’s coming today!” She accused.
My mouth dropped open.
“What makes you think I slept with him?” I asked.
She scrunched up her nose at me. “Because you don’t do one night stands. You do fuck buddies…or whatever you call it. And you’ve not met anyone else.”
I shrugged. “True. So what if it was him? What’s it to you?”
She smiled widely and started stacking cups again for me to fill with red Kool-Aid.
We were having the Truman Smith annual walk-a-thon, and I recruited as many people as I possibly could to come help and donate their time.
Truman Smith was a place for physically and mentally ill kids that were too sick to live at home with their parents. It was like a nursing home for children under eighteen, and it was the hardest thing in the world on your heart to see children there, and none of their parents ever visiting.
It was as if they just gave up on their babies, even though they were still living.
So, I made it a priority to help organize the walk-a-thon and raise money so these kids could have a good ‘home.’ They could play games and enjoy their lives, for however long as they would grace this earth.
“Nothing is ‘to me.’ I’m just happy for you. I know you haven’t seen, or been, with anyone since Reggie. I know how it’s affected your life. Not to mention having that crazy bitch always up your ass.” She shook her head. “No, honey. I’m just seriously fucking happy.”
I winked at her. “Bennett’s a way better man than Reggie. I can tell you that with only a few encounters with him. And the man’s phenomenal in bed.”
Somebody behind me gasped, and I turned to find a woman around my height with long blonde hair up in a high ponytail at the top of her head.
The same woman who’d been in the exam room with her brother.
Then there was the man beside her. The same one that’d just left my bed only hours before.
The combination of the grin and his laughter was lethal and I barely refrained from pouring the pitcher of Kool-Aid over my head to cool myself down from all the sexual vibes pouring off of him.
“Hey, Len,” he said laughingly. “Melissa.”
He nodded his head at Melissa who, for her part, refrained from saying anything obnoxious that usually poured out of her mouth when she was nervous.
“Bennett,” she said. “It’s good to see you again.”
Bennett nodded. “This is my sister, Payton. I’m not really sure if you were introduced the other day when I was getting stitches. She’s a nurse on the OB floor, and I thought she’d like it here.”
I grinned. “Thank you, Payton. That’s very kind of you to come. We can use all the help we can get.”
“How about you take them for a tour, and I’ll finish pouring the drinks?” Melissa said kindly.
I studied her, making sure she was indeed comfortable with me doing that, and smiled full out at her. “Thanks, Melly. I’ll take them now.”
I headed into the building with Bennett on one side of me and Payton on the other, explaining what we did at Truman Smith.
“I’m usually here twice a week. I started clinicals here while I was in school and fell in love with the kids, as well as the staff. We have over a hundred beds here, and the children range in age from four months all the way up to seventeen years,” I said as Bennett opened the door for me. “Each child has a specific reason for being here, and we try to cater to each of their individual needs.”
“Ohh,” Payton breathed, taking in the colorful paintings on the walls and pillars. “It’s beautiful.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it is. Last August, we had a couple of painters come in to paint it, and they had a new man on the team that made the murals for the kids. It started out small, but when he saw the reaction the kiddos had to the walls, he kept going until the entire place was filled to the brim with happiness.”
Payton wiped her eyes. “My little girl, Harleigh, was born premature. I can’t even imagine what would’ve happened to her if she’d had any lasting effects as some micro-premies do; but this place, wow. It’s gorgeous.”
I patted her shoulder. “You want to meet some of our patients?”
Bennett curled his fingers around my ponytail and gave it a small tug before dropping it and saying, “Please.”
“Starla!” I said, calling to the nurse manager in the middle of the station. “Do you need anything? I’m going to show these two around.”
Starla took in the two people on either side of me, and shook her head, studying us closely. “No, honey. But Paulie could use a visitor if you want to go say hi.”
I sighed. “Paulie’s one of our littlest residents. He was born a normal baby, but his family failed to strap him into his car seat properly when he was still an infant, and they crashed the car. Paulie was thrown from the car and suffered quite a bit of head trauma in the process. He’s had extensive swelling on his brain, and they don’t expect him to ever live a normal life again. Now, he’s here with us.”
As I walked them around to a few of the rooms, I was humbled by how good the two of them were with the kids.
Truman Smith was a very hard place to stomach at times, but they did wonderfully with them all.
They were truly good people and I knew that the residents of Truman Smith would forever have a friend in the two of them.
“Okay, ladies!” Starla called. “It’s time for our moveable kiddos to go for a walk!”
Starla clapped excitedly, and I couldn’t help the excitement I felt.
I grabbed onto Bennett’s hand, and smiled at him while jabbering lightly.
“This is where I needed your help!” I decreed. “I’ll help you get Paulie into his chair and you can push him, is that all right?”
He nodded, his dark, fathomless eyes taking in everything as he agreed. “Yeah, baby. I’ll do that. I have a couple more hands, though, if you need them.”
I raised my brow at him. “What? Where?”
He turned and pointed towards the door, and that’s when I saw all of the women I’d met just yesterday, and their husbands, standing at the door looking quite lost.
I gasped.
“Oh, the kids will be so happy!” I breathed.
He winked. “Anything for the kiddos. I’m here if you ever need me.”
And, somehow, I believed him.
He had a baby of his own.
He knew what could happen. He knew that these kids could’ve just as easily been his own.
And I admired him for that.
Many parents didn’t think that way.
And it reinforced the decision that I would continue to see him.
He was a good man.
***
He was the devil!
Bennett was a horrible, no good, very bad person.
“Bennett,” I growled loudly. “Get on with it!”
He chuckled against my mound before he continued to rub his beard on the insides of my thighs.
His hands massaged my ass, and that tongue of his!
He was a freakin’ magician with that thing!
“What’ll you give me if I give you what you want?” He rasped against my thighs.
I closed my eyes tight, and said what any sane woman would in this situation. “Anything! God, please! Anything! Fuck me already!
”
He chuckled.
“Anything?” He confirmed, moving up between my thighs until his mouth was running along my collarbone and then my neck.
“No,” I shook my head feverishly back and forth.
I knew what he was asking.
He wanted me to give up control and I didn’t give that to anyone. Certainly not some man!
He growled before his big body moved down until his mouth started to circle my nipple.
“You sure?” He asked.
My whole body felt like it was on fire.
“Mmm-mmmm,” I said again.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and pulled for all he was worth.
My back arched, and my pussy creamed for his shaft.
“Please,” I breathed.
He looked up at me, keeping a hold on my nipple with his teeth, and then grinned.
My mouth dropped open, and I lifted my hips as his cock brushed my clit.
I came.
With one tiny brush of his cock against my clit.
Like a loser.
When I opened my eyes next, it was to see him grinning down at me, a smug look on his face.
“That’s all it takes for you?” He asked, smiling widely.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’ve been teasing me for over an hour. What exactly did you expect to happen here? A girl can only take so much!” I bellowed into his face.
He chuckled.
Threw his head back, and laughed harder.
The fucker.
When I started to push him off of me, he let me have his weight, and suddenly his cock was inside of me.
Filling me to the brink of pain.
My eyes closed involuntarily.
And my back arched to take him even deeper.
“I can do this all night long,” he whispered against my skin, thrusting once.
I cried out in shock as he started to pull away, but just as quickly filled me once again.
“Give me what I want and I’ll give you what you need,” he whispered gravely.
I shook my head.
He thrust, making my breasts bounce, and my pussy clench in need.
He groaned and narrowed his eyes. “Tell me.”
I shook my head. “Never.”
He laughed, pulled back, and let me have him again. The full length of his cock filled me swiftly. Mercilessly.
“Yes,” he breathed.
“No,” I denied.
Then he grinned, went up onto his knees, and his thumb find my clit.
Pressing down, he stared at me while he started to circle his thumb in my slickness, and I lost my fucking mind.
“Please!” I screamed.
“Tell me!” he ordered.
“You can have me! You have me. Whenever you want. However you want. Wherever you want. You have me!” I yelled, need clawing its way through my core, making it hard to breathe, let alone think.
He grinned triumphantly, and then gave me what I needed.
Pounding inside of me, he started to work me with his length while he continued to circle my clit with the side of his thumb.
I detonated after just the fourth stroke inside of me, and by the tenth, he was coming with me, pouring himself into me while he growled my name.
“Fuck, Lennox,” he growled.
I closed my eyes and let my legs fall open.
He collapsed on top of me, and I barely managed to keep the breath inside my lungs.
“You weigh a fuckin’ ton,” I informed him.
He snorted and rolled, hooking his hands around my hips to ensure that I followed him, and fell to his back with me on top of him.
“I’m six five and two hundred and fifty pounds. That’s significantly less than a ton,” he informed me.
I snorted. “Whatever you say, fatty.”
He gave my ass a sharp slap, and leveraged himself up laughing when a small puff of air escaped my lips with the suddenness.
He set me flat on my ass as he got up, and I stared at him in accusation.
“You’re cute,” he said, picking the towel up off the floor to clean himself of our juices.
I watched as he worked his cock with one of my favorite hand towels, not caring in the least that it was one of my decorative ones.
“I gotta go,” he said apologetically.
I smiled and rolled to my feet, going to the bathroom to take care of my own problem before returning.
I slipped on my shirt, trying not to let him know that I was upset that he was leaving.
“Thank you for coming today…and inviting your friends,” I said softly, as I slid my legs into a pair of panties, then followed up with a pair of gray cotton capris that I’d just bought last week from Target.
They were beyond comfortable, which also meant that they weren’t very pretty looking, but I was okay.
I’d sacrifice comfort over style any day of the week and twice on Sunday’s.
“It wasn’t a problem, Len. I enjoyed myself, and it makes me appreciate my daughter a whole lot more. A daughter who’s going to be pissed if I don’t get back in time to make the movie that she rented for the night,” he informed me.
I picked up his t-shirt from the floor and tossed it at him.
He shrugged it on quickly, and I marveled again at just how well the tee fit his body.
It was like it was molded to him. Laser cut to fit him perfectly.
“What movie is it?” I asked as I slipped my feet into the flip flops I had by the door and squatted down to gather all his shit that had fallen from his pocket earlier in our haste to get into bed.
Gun, magazine, money, phone, flashlight, two stray bullets, and a pair of handcuffs. I left the gun that was still in his holster on the floor for him to take care of.
“You always walk around with this much crap in your pockets?” I asked him as I stood, holding everything with two hands close to my chest.
He grinned cheekily at me.
“Sometimes more,” he said, stuffing the things back into his pocket.
Except for the flashlight which he clipped to the outside of his shirt.
Then he stooped down, picked the gun up, and sat down on the bed to re-attach it to his ankle.
“How is that comfortable?” I asked.
I’d tried working out with leg weights when I gained twenty pounds, after I was stood up for my senior prom, and I’d been so exhausted after wearing them that I literally had to stop on day four. They were only six pounds each, but they made a world of difference in your everyday activity.
I knew for a fact that the gun he carried on his ankle was over five pounds.
“You get used to it. Now it’s like it’s not even there. It’s when I’m not wearing it that I get uncomfortable,” he admitted.
I smiled. “That’s probably because one of your legs is bigger than the other after carrying that gun around so much. It doesn’t know what to do with the extra weight not being there.”
He gave me a droll look.
“One of my legs is not bigger than the other. It’s only four and a half pounds. Not even a big enough difference for me to even feel it,” he said, standing up and walking to me.
I held my ground, watching as he made it to within inches of me before he lowered his head and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth.
“Come over for dinner tomorrow?” He asked, trying not to sound hopeful.
I nodded. “Yeah. What time do you want me to be there?”
“Six. Reagan Rose Alvarez gets cranky if we wait until seven. So make sure you’re there early,” he smiled. “I have to work tomorrow, but I’ll be there in time to bring dinner home.”
“Do you want me to make dinner and bring it?” I asked.
I liked cooking.
In fact, I loved it.
I wasn’t a big out to eat type of person.
I didn’t see the point. Especially when home
cooked meals were not only healthier, but also yummier.
“You cook?” He asked in awe.
I nodded. “Yeah, doesn’t everybody?”
“Sure,” he said slowly. “Not everybody cooks well, though. Which one are you?”
I winked. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see. Is there anything your Reagan won’t eat?”
He shook his head.
“’Allergic’,” he said making air quotes. “To vegetables.”
I laughed. “Aren’t all kids allergic to those?”
He shrugged. “I’m not a big fan of cauliflower and onions, but as long as it’s hidden in something good, I won’t have a problem stomaching it.”
I gave him a thumbs up and started out of my bedroom and to the kitchen.
“I made these muffins this morning,” I said gathering them up. “You can have them and tell me what you think,” I said, stuffing them into a Ziplock bag and tossing them to him.
He caught them out of the air and tucked them underneath his arm before cornering me against the counter.
“See you tomorrow,” he said against my lips.
I kissed him hard, and then pulled back. “Tomorrow.”
Chapter 8
I may not voice my opinion often, but when I do you need to shut your filthy, donkey humping mouth and listen to what I have to say.
-Word of advice
Bennett
“What are you eating?” Michael asked as he dropped down into the car next to me.
“Muffins,” I said around a large bite, bits and pieces of the sweetest, most awesome and tastiest thing that had ever graced my taste buds, flying out.
“Let me have one,” he said holding out his hand.
I reached into my pack and offered him my second to last one.
I’d had to ration myself last night so I could eat them for breakfast this morning…and man was it hard.
He took it, peeled the paper off of it, and sank his teeth into it.
“Oh, my God,” he said in awe. “What the fuck is this and where can I get more?”
His eyes moved to the last muffin in the bag, and I held it out with a sigh.
It was probably a good thing that he came when he did, or I would’ve consumed all fourteen of those bastards.
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