Waiting on Faith (She's Beautiful Series Book 2)

by Nicole Richard

  “Wicked woman.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked to his truck.

  “Oh my GOD! Did you see his ass?” Addie bent at the waist, choking out laughing. “And I swear the couple sitting two seats away . . . she was totally giving him a hand job.” It was funny when she mimicked what she thought she saw the woman doing to her man.

  Our laughter turned to hysterics, and Grace blushed three times the normal shade of pink and tried not to choke on the last of her popcorn she’d brought out with her. We were standing in the parking lot of the movie theater, and other movie goers were looking at us as they passed. We didn’t care one bit, though.

  “Oh my gosh, you guys are horrible.” Grace looked at each of us laughing, but then her face turned serious. “Am I really a prude?”

  I slapped my palm against my thigh, still laughing. “No, Grace you are not a prude. You’re a good woman, that’s all.” I smiled sweetly. I didn’t want to offend her in any way, so even if I did think she could let loose a little more, I would never say it. Grace was the sweetest person known to mankind.

  Monique piped in, “Grace, aren’t you at all curious when you have sex? I mean don’t you want to try different things?” Monique stared at Grace, biting back her smile. “That was one fine ass, umm hmm.” She licked her lips dramatically and winked. I was laughing so hard, I had to wrap my arms around my waist to try to hold back the side sticker that was forming.

  When I caught my breath again, Grace was impossibly redder.

  “Well I do, but I’m not all that into the bondage thing. I mean, I like some of the dominant and submissive roles, but not the heavy stuff. No whips and chains and no flogger thing-a-ma-jiggy whatever the hell those damn things are called.” She huffed out a flustered breath. “I mean, I really don’t want AJ whipping my ass unless it’s his hand and it’s only a love tap.”

  “It’s okay Grace, I’m not into all those fancy toys either, but I must say there is just something about a man who takes charge.” I bumped her shoulder with mine and Addie and Monique nodded in equal agreement.

  “He really did have a nice ass, especially when he was doing her from behind.” She held her hand over her heart. “Oh my God.”

  After that comment, and the naughty look on her face, there was no way to control our laughter, this time the four of us in unison.

  “Hey, you ladies wanna grab a drink before calling it a night?” Monique asked as we finally reached where our cars were parked. Grace had ridden with me, but since Monique lived closer to Addie, they had ridden together in Monique’s car.

  The look on Grace’s face was all the answer I needed. Besides, I wanted to get home to Cy. “Naw, you girls go ahead. Have fun and be safe.”

  Grace and I settled in. I started the ignition, and she clicked her seat belt, not wasting any time. “Are you seeing Cy tonight?”

  I smiled at the sound of his name. “Umm hmm.”

  “How are you guys?”

  “We’re great. He’s very intense, which took some time to get used to, but I can see this going somewhere.”

  Grace pointed up at the stop light, which had turned green and patted my forearm. “I am happy for you, Nat. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve a happy ending.”

  Of course Grace knew what I had been through. I hadn’t planned on telling her, but after a night of movies and drinking at her house, I ended up spilling almost every sordid detail. Yes, I trusted her, but Spencer was still the only person who knew about the baby. That was something I buried and didn’t think I could ever bring up again.

  She must have mistaken my silence for disbelief, because she tried to reassure me. “Don’t worry, Nat. It’ll all work out. I have a good feeling about you two.”

  “Thanks, Grace.” My face was stuck in a permanent smile.

  Cy greeted me at the front door, wearing nothing but a pair of worn-out blue jeans and a huge smile. I couldn’t take my eyes off how good he looked.

  I stood there for a few seconds, admiring and mentally tracing every line of muscle from his chest, around his arms, and all the way down to the V at his waistline. Cy was pure perfection, and it was hard to comprehend that he hadn’t always been like this. He was every girl’s fantasy, and the fact that he had a heart of gold was the cherry on top.

  “How was the movie, what did you ladies end up watching?” He reached for my hand and pulled me into his house.

  “It was good.”

  Cy stared at me knowingly. Yeah, he didn’t miss that I only answered one of his questions. “What?” I asked, kicking the door closed with my foot as we walked. He just shook his head. He must have already guessed, especially with all the hype the movie was getting.

  Following him to the living room, I admired his delectable, firmly muscled, jean-clad ass, the strong set to his shoulders, and the way his body moved as he walked. The flickering light from the fireplace bouncing off every dip and curve of his muscles made my mouth water.

  “Blue, I can feel you staring at my ass, baby. If you want, we can play out those naughty thoughts running crazy in that pretty head of yours.” Looking back at me over his shoulder, he added for good measure, “I bet your panties are soaked right now.”

  I tilted my head to the side and cocked my hip out as a sly smile curved my lips. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?” Two strides later, he was encircling his arms around my waist, pulling me to him until our lips connected. This kiss was slow, deep, and intense. His hand moved to the back of my neck, twisting in my hair and pressing our mouths closer so he could deepen our kiss.

  His rock-hard cock pressed into my belly, and I melted.

  Cy began undressing me, stealthily removing my jeans and panties first. His hands reached under my shirt, cupping my breasts before his thumbs swiped over my hard nipples.

  Whipping my shirt over my head and tossing it hastily away, Cy didn’t even bother with the clasps on the back of my bra. He just pulled the straps down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping before moving to the other.

  My head tipped back, and my fingers laced at the back of his neck for balance, pulling his head closer to my chest. Drunk on lust, I was so turned on that I felt like I was dripping.

  Seductively, I undid the restraints of his jeans, sliding them down his thighs. I wanted to drop to my knees and take him deep in my mouth, but he had plans of his own.

  Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

  “Blue,”— he paused to suck my nipple— “I need inside. I can’t take it. I need to be in you, baby.”

  “Yes,” I spilled out in desperation.

  Laying me right there on the couch, he lavished kisses on my neck, and the tip of his cock tickled my entrance. “Condom,” I managed to pant out through the lust his assault was creating.

  I wasn’t ready to go there yet. I was not ready for the possibilities or repercussions of unprotected sex. I was on birth control, but that didn’t matter to me. No matter how careful or cautious a woman was about taking the pill or getting the shot, babies could still happen.

  Cy exhaled a hot breath, leaning his forehead to mine. “Got it. I wonder what exactly it is about you that makes me forget my own goddam name.”

  “Cy, my pussy is beating, and it’s begging for your cock. Go get the damn condom and fuck me into tomorrow already. Please,” I added as an afterthought. If he didn’t hurry, I would go searching for a vibrator if I had to. Never in my life had I been so sex starved.

  He swooped down for a chaste kiss before running off to his room. “Don’t go anywhere,” he threw over his shoulder.

  “Why would I go anywhere when you haven’t given me my damn orgasm yet?”

  He laughed, shaking his head as he disappeared through his bedroom doorway.

  Forty seconds later, he came back into view with a condom in place and string of them hanging from his hand. I couldn’t help but let my giggle esc
ape.

  Then he was over me, caging me between his arms and the couch with his cock right where I needed him. I dropped my knees to the sides, spread them as wide as I could and pulled his hips toward me.

  “Aren’t we a greedy girl tonight?” He chuckled. “But shit if I don’t think it is the hottest damn thing.”

  Cy slammed into me hard and I screamed out, arching into him and pulling him impossibly closer. He set a gentle pace, which made my toes curl and a light sweat break out over my skin.

  Murmurs of pleasure fell from my lips before I could stop them. My hips surged to meet his, silently asking him for harder, deeper. He obliged, and my screams escalated with each thrust. Stars and white lights, again. Damn, this man was good.

  I mentally patted myself on the back for lighting the fireplace tonight. It wasn’t all that cold, but I thought most women thought making love by the incandescent glow of a fire was romantic.

  When Natalie asked if we could stay in the living room, I got two thick comforters from the closet and some pillows from my bed. We made our pallet next to the crackling warmth.

  Now I had her wrapped securely in my arms, with her back tucked close to my chest as we watched the flames dance in the white-brick fireplace.

  We were there snuggled together, but my mind was racing. Natalie seemed so comfortable with me, as if we had been cuddling all our lives instead of a few weeks. She had told me her previous relationship was toxic, and of course, my mind jumped to the worst case scenario. I wanted to know about it, about her and her life before me. I wanted to know everything about her.

  “Will you tell me what happened to you, Natalie?” I asked in a soft voice, hoping my curiosity didn’t upset her. She didn’t flinch or stiffen against me like I expected. She didn’t move at all in fact. Time ticked by, and eventually I felt her loose a deep breath.

  “Promise you won’t judge me?”

  “You have my word,” I promised.

  “The relationship I was in before was with a guy named Trent.” I didn’t mean to growl and interrupt her, but hearing his name did something to me that I couldn’t control.

  I kissed her head one more time, apologizing. “Sorry, baby. Continue.”

  Her chin rubbed against my arm as she nodded. “Well, he was abusive. It was bad, Cy. Every kind of abuse you could think of. I was beaten. I was belittled and made to feel worthless. He dealt and used drugs heavily. I had no idea who I had gotten involved with until I was in too deep. He didn’t even try to hide it that he was sleeping with his “clients” in exchange for drugs.”

  Shifting her body halfway so that she could look up at me, the unshed tears in her eyes ripped me apart, and I wished I could rip that guy apart and save her from the pain she had gone through. Her eyes swept closed, losing a single tear which I brushed away for her. I knew she wasn’t crying for that monster. She was crying because of the pain she’d endured. I kissed her lips softly, wracking my brain for a way to make all of her pain ago away.

  “I didn’t know how to get away. He was manipulative in a way I didn’t know how to escape. The night before I left, he beat me until I was unconscious. When I woke up, bleeding and alone on our living room floor, I made a vow that as soon as daylight broke, I would leave.”

  I watched as another teardrop fell, but she swiped it away with her fingertips. “After that shit storm, I lived with Spencer for close to two years before moving here.” Her hand cupped my cheek, and a smile touched her lips. “And I’m so glad I did.”

  “I’m sorry for what you went through, but I’m glad that you ended up here.”

  She kissed my lips, and a hum escaped.

  “Tell me something happy. Or easy, like what kind of pizza you like.” A smirk pulled at the corner of my lips, and I quickly added, “And don’t say pineapple.”

  She laughed. My head and heart agreed that it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

  “And what if I do?” Her left brow cocked.

  “Well then, it was nice knowing you.”

  She sat up and pressed both her palms against my chest. Staring at me, her stunned expression was priceless. I held my serious look a bit longer; I loved how she brought out the playful side in me.

  “You’re kidding me, right?” Her voice shook with an inkling of worry.

  I finally let out a chuckle and wrapped my hand around her neck, guiding her to my lips. “Of course I’m kidding, baby.”

  “Pepperoni, triple cheese . . . and I hate pineapple,” she said between kisses.

  “Now, it’s your turn to tell me something,” she said, settling in beside me again. I wanted to laugh at how shy she seemed.

  I reached behind her neck, splaying my hand through her messy red hair, bringing her closer to my lips one more time. Right when they touched, I declared, “I’m falling for you.”

  THE NEXT MORNING, I woke alone, still nestled in the blankets in front of the now cold fireplace. I had been lying there, thinking about what he said last night and why I hadn’t said anything back. The truth was I was falling in love with him, too. Actually, I was positive I was already in love with the man.

  I lifted my head from my pillow and looked around at the empty room, wondering where he went. The house was quiet. I tried to concentrate on the kitchen first and heard nothing. Thinking he may be taking a shower, I shifted my concentration in the direction of the bathroom but it was silent. I got up and was startled when I realized he had clothed me in one of his white T-shirts. I rubbed my legs together, remembering the feel of him being between them. I lifted the neck of the shirt to my nose and breathed deeply. I even smelled like him, like a real man.

  That was when I heard a low grunting sound and the clinking of metal, which was strange, since it sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. I wandered in there and could smell freshly brewed coffee, but there was still no Cy. Hmm. I heard it again. Now I knew it was coming from the garage.

  I opened the side door and stepped through the doorway to see a sweaty, shirtless god, lying flat on his back on a black weight bench. His face was a bright shade of red, his skin shone with beads of sweat rolling off his chest, and all the ridges and valleys on his body were bulging. The feeling between my legs that I had managed to tame a moment ago came raging full force. God, I was always ready for this man.

  Cy’s head turned in my direction when the door clicked shut behind me. I watched in fascination as he sat up slowly and smiled. “Good morning, you sleep well last night?”

  Licking my lips with purpose, I nodded. Then, at a slow pace, I stalked to where he was seated and stood in front of him.

  Mischief danced in his eyes, turning them a shade of dark chocolate. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulled me close, and I met his lips with a warm kiss. It was slow but deep, and his tongue was desperate against mine.

  His palms ran lazily up and down my bare thighs, and he groaned deep as his thumbs rubbed along the seams of my panties.

  I took a step away from him. It was hard, but if I didn’t move, I was positive we would spend the day finding out how many positions we could have sex on a weight bench. He watched me with hungry eyes as I took another step back and bumped into a large object covered by a tan-colored car cover. Needing to distract him—and myself—I raised an eyebrow and pointed to the car.

  He adjusted himself before standing, and I turned away from him silently giggling. We had turned into such sex-crazed maniacs.

  Cy ripped the cover off in one quick motion, revealing a beautiful classic muscle car. Well, I was pretty sure it was a classic. Walking down the length of it, I gently dragged my index finger along the seam of the hood. She was white, sleek, and shiny, and for whatever reason, this car turned me on more than I already was.

  Since my mind was still in a fog, I barely heard Cy when he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride.

  I want to go for a ride, all right.

  I had to suppress the groan that followed on the heels of that thought. I would rather give hi
m the ride, actually I’d rather he be driving while I took his thick cock deep in my mouth. I was pretty sure he’d like that ride.

  Cy snapped his fingers in front of my face, ripping my attention from my lusty daydream. He leaned in close to my ear and in a low voice asked, “What are you thinking, Blue? I see that look— ”

  “Hmm.”

  Shaking my head in an attempt to jiggle my brains back in place, I skirted his question with one of my own. “So what kind of car is she?” I may be naïve at times, but I was smart enough to know that a real man would name his car, especially a classic muscle car.

  “Her name’s Josie.” He pulled me to his hard body and stole a teasing, closed-mouth kiss. “Now, don’t be getting jealous, baby. Josie here is a nineteen seventy Plymouth Barracuda with a four twenty-six Hemi. She’s the holy grail of classics, and when she rumbles . . .”

  His face lit up when he talked about his car, not that I blamed him; she was beautiful. Looking embarrassed—probably for rambling—he went on, “It’s been said that she can top out at about one thirty, maybe one forty, but I only got her to do about a hundred five. Didn’t want to push it.” Shrugging, he rubbed the back of his neck and grinned.

  “She was the first car my dad ever bought on his own. Said he saved her in hopes he had a son one day, and thank God he did. She kept me out of trouble with all the pricks—well, you know. He said I needed something positive to put my energy into.”

  I smiled more from my eyes than from my lips, nodding and letting him know I understood his deeper meaning.

  “Your dad’s a pretty smart man.”

  “Yeah, I like to think so. We worked countless hours, nights, and weekends restoring her.”

  I walked along the passenger side of the car. “Well, she’s a beauty.”

  His smile spread wider. “That she is.”