Cinnamon

by ChaShiree M.

  I carefully extricate myself from him and frantically search for my dress and a pair of sweats to wear out of here. When I locate my purse and check my phone, I see it is two a.m. Thank God, I work from home on Fridays. I am in no condition to go to the office today.

  I call an uber, then stop off at a 24-hour pharmacy for the morning after pill, because you can never be too safe. In less than a half an hour I am home and in the shower. It is not until I get out of the shower that I realize some things in my condo have been moved around. I am about to call the police, when I hear snoring coming from the living room. Turning the light on I feel complete irritation.

  “Are you freaking serious. Felicity, wakeup. How the hell did you get in here?”

  “Hmmm… geez. The big sister card at what two-a.m. Seriously? You couldn’t have just let me sleep and yelled at me in the morning. I mean, after your obvious walk of shame. I would think you would need the sleep yourself. Or is the high and mighty above the need for rest?”

  Typical Lissy. She does something wrong and then she turns it round on everyone else. Instead of calling and asking if she could crash, she crashes and then gets defensive when I call her on it.

  “You know what Felicity. What you don’t get to do is crash in my home, without asking, and then insult me when I mention it to you. So, unless you want to show me some respect, you may leave.” I immediately feel guilty for a second, but then I snap out of it. Something about what happened tonight has given me more courage and bravado than I usually have in my personal life, and I rather like it.

  “Oh. Geesh sorry. Sorry, I didn’t call first. I wasn’t going to come here, but me and Heather got into a fight, so I couldn’t stay with her. I didn’t mean to be not nice. You know how I get when I am tired. Ok?” It’s not the best of apologies, but probably the best she could muster for right now. And truth be told, I am exhausted. Both physically and emotionally.

  “Fine. We will talk later in the morning.” With that I walk into my room and after contemplating the pill for less than a minute and deciding against it for reasons I don’t want to examine right now; I am out before my feet even get warm. With visions of Bradley dancing in my head

  ROLLING OVER IN THE MORNING, I am the happiest man in the world. Only to find that she is not there and her side if the bed is ice cold, indicating she never slept there. I cannot fucking believe she would leave in the middle of the night, like what we did was nothing. I am more than pissed and there is no way in hell she is going to walk away from me. Not after last night. I gave her my seed. For all I know, it is taking root right now and preparing her body to house my baby. Fuck no. She is not getting away from me.

  I grab my sweats off the chair and a t-shirt, slide on my shoes, and out the door. The whole drive I am fuming and getting more pissed by the second. When I finally pull up to her place at eight-a.m., the doorman recognizes me and lets me up the PH Elevator. My Ire hasn’t cooled one iota by the time I reach her door, and I bang as loud as I can hoping to wake her up. I most definitely was not expecting someone else.

  “Hold the fuck on. This better be good. Like Leonardo DiCaprio coming over to have an inception type 69 experience, because otherwise I am going to…well hello. And who might you be Mr. Big?”

  “I’m sorry. I must have the wrong door.” I make to turn around because I have no idea who this person is. But, I know it sure in the hell isn’t my Cinnamon. I thought she was on this side of the penthouse floor.

  “Not so fast. Who are you looking for?”

  “Cinnamon.”

  “You have got to be shitting me. Big sis has been holding out on me, huh? Well. Well. Well. You have the right place. Come on in.” What. The. Fuck.

  “My Cinn is your sister?” I know the incredulity in my voice is a bit rude, but seriously. I cannot seem to reconcile the tattooed, brash, and chip on the shoulder little girl in front of my face with my innocent, sexy, smart, and sweet Cinn.

  “Yes, yes I know. I hear it all the time. Hold on. I will go and get Miss Holier than thou.”

  I put my tongue behind my teeth, because hearing her talk shit about my woman makes me want to jump into protective mode. The only thing stopping me is she is a woman, and my woman’s sister at that. So, I will reign it in. For now. But she better get that shit out of her system if she is going to be around, because I cannot ‘promise I won’t snap next time. Brought out of my annoyance momentarily by the appearance of an angel is brief. I am back to being pissed at her.

  “Brad its eight in the morning. What are you doing here?” Is she serious?

  “Are you fucking seriously asking me that? You leave my bed like a fucking apparition straight out of my dreams, without so much as a word and you ask me something like that. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Cinn.” I almost forgot we have an audience if it was not for the snigger I hear to my left. Her sister is really pissing me off. I walk past the two of them towards what I presume is Cinns’ room and turn to her.

  “Cinn, may we continue this privately?” At first it appears she is going to come with me, but then something shifts in her eyes and she shocks the hell out of me.

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No. I am tired of everyone coming into my home and trying to tell me what to do or being downright disrespectful. I have had enough. The answer is no.” She is so fucking cute and adorable when she is mad. Even more so when she thinks she has a choice. She doesn’t.

  “Cinnamon, I am hanging on by a very thin thread right now. You don’t want me to lose my shit. Get your sexy stubborn ass in this room, before I throw you over my shoulder and spank your ass as while I carry you myself. In front of your sister. Your choice?”

  Her eyes get big and she turns pink as she flushes from her face to her neck. She, sort of peeks at her sister when I move my foot to show her how serious I am, she jumps a bit and then moves.

  “Alright already. I’m coming.” She barely makes it in the door, before I slam it and her against it, with her wrapped around my waist and my hand wrapped around her throat.

  “Why did you leave? And don’t give me no bullshit, baby. I can smell it a mile away.” I tell her as I am sniffing her neck. Waiting on her to stop moaning, I run my tongue from the base of her neck to her earlobe where I begin to nibble on it.

  “I’m waiting baby. Why did you run?”

  “Mmmmm… I panicked. I realized that I am not myself with you and I let you cum inside me with no condom for fuck sake. I don’t do stuff like that. Though, I am on the pill I still freaked out. I just needed some space to think, maybe get the morning after pill and…”

  “What the fuck did you just say? Did you say the morning after pill?” Thinking about her not allowing my seed to plant itself inside of her is producing a red haze over me. I don’t even realize I have bitten down into the side of her neck, until I feel her quake and shriek in my arms. As the fog is clearing and seeing her eyes build up with tears, I remember that I need to be gentle with her. She is precious to me.

  “I’m sorry baby. But you can’t say shit like that me. Did you take the pill?”

  “No.” She whispers. “I never went and bought it. It just didn’t feel right somehow.” My chest begins to deflate with the knowledge that my baby could still be getting made as we speak. I know she said she is on the pill but, what the hell. I got that one in a million seed.

  “That’s good baby. I know things have happened sort of fast, but let’s be honest. We have been building up to this for the last year. So, no more sneaking out, no morning after anything, and we are doing this. Do you understand?” My fingers find her panties under her night shirt and I move them to the side, so my fingers can get a feel of the wetness dripping down her leg. Always ready for me.

  “Yes. Yes, I understand. Please. I need to cum Brad.”

  “I had plans for us this morning. See baby, I was going to worship you this morning with a nice slow morning love session, then in the shower I was going to give you a nice hard, dirty fuck
before I got us clean. Breakfast and a nice kiss before my driver took you home. So, you see baby, you could have cum quite a few times before this moment.”

  My fingers rub up and down her swollen needy little clit. Partially, because I want to give her what she needs, but mostly because there is never a time when I am in her presence that I don’t want my hands, mouth, fingers, cock, or some part of my body connected to hers. But this, this is a lesson.

  “Yes. Brad, I’m about to cum. Faster, faster, harder…”

  Though it kills me, I lean in and lick her lips demanding she open for me and moan as soon as her tongue makes contact. Every time I have her in my arms I feel a calmness washing over me. She is the balm for my restless soul. My reward at the end of a life dedicated to making everyone around me happy. But this is about something else.

  I pull my mouth from the warm sanctum of hers and withdraw my fingers. She gives me look of surprise and anguish, because she didn’t get to finish the journey I was taking her body on. Licking her sweet cream from my fingers, I look her dead in the face and tell her.

  “But, because you left like a phantom without one thought to how I would feel when I woke up to find you gone, you do not get it now either. And, because this pussy now belongs to me, you don’t get to touch it. And I will know baby. Trust me.”

  “Now,” I say to her as I pat her ass and begin to open the door, “Finish your sleep. I will be by at noon with the contracts and dinner tonight?”

  “No can do.” She says with attitude.

  “Oh? And why not?”

  “It’s girls’ night. When one or all of us has had a rough week at work, we meet to go have drinks and dance. Let our hair down.

  “I see. And where is this girl’s night.”

  “Why?”

  “Cinnamon…”

  “Oh, for Pete sake. At the Savannah Lounge.”

  “Ah. Thanks for telling me, baby. Now come here and give me a kiss.”

  She reluctantly moves over to me and I snatch her the rest of the way and kissing her with every ounce of emotion I have in me. She has no idea, but she is my life. Everything I do and have done from the moment I laid eyes on her has been with her and our future in mind. Soon. Soon she will know.

  I disengage myself from her lips. Turn her towards her bed and walk out the door. I don’t bother with her sister. That is another conversation for another day. On the way home, I am so deep in thought when my phone rings, that I don’t bother looking to see who it is.

  “This is Bradley.”

  “Hey big bro. How’s it going?”

  “Parker. I am well, thank you. How is school?”

  “School is great. I am enjoying my architecture lectures. But the girls here are so… not what I am used too.”

  “Ahhhh…yes the Harvard girls. I remember. There are only two kinds. The ones who take themselves too seriously and the ones who take nothing seriously, because they have daddy’s money to fall back on. Am I right?”

  “Dead on. But whatever. So, you Ok to hang a bit for the first part of the day. I have an interview for a summer internship later.”

  “Well, interviewing already?”

  “Yea. Prestigious chances like this don’t come along often.”

  “I hear ya. Sure, we can hang. About noon, I need to drop some paperwork off at my lady’s house, but we could do lunch after.”

  “Your lady. Do tell. How about I meet you at your place at 11, go with you to do this…drop-off, and then we hit lunch. I would like to meet the woman that has my big brother using labels.”

  “Whatever chump. See you at 11.”

  I smile thinking about Parker. I love my little brother. He was a riot as a kid and is growing up to be quite the young man. I had hoped to be able to share this business with him, but he wants something different and I respect that.

  I WISH I COULD SAY that I had fallen back asleep after seeing Brad this morning. That at least, I was able to be impervious to everything that happened. But the truth is, I was so freaking horny, confused, and dare I say hopeful that there was no way I was going to go back to bed.

  So, instead I get out of bed, threw on some clothes, and go into my office. First, I peeked in on Felicity and of course she is three sheets to the wind. After making some coffee and grabbing a bagel I get busy. I have a proposal from Japan to sell our product in their country. Though I am not opposed to international success, I am opposed to buyers thinking they have the right to change what they buy from you in order to be able to kick in more of the profit for themselves. That I will not tolerate. So, I am very cautious about the markets I sell our products too.

  I have been so engrossed in the contracts and such that I didn’t realize the time, until Felicity sticks her head in the door.

  “Cinn. I just thought you would want to know it is five minutes to noon. And I distinctly remember lover boy saying he would be here at noon for something or another right? After denying you a door-orgasm, which I must say is ‘pretty’ shitty. But, so was walking out on him in the middle of the night.”

  “Crap. Is it seriously almost noon? Damn it.”

  Ignoring the rest of her comment, I run as fast as I can out of the office and into my bedroom. Not wanting to look too desperate, I throw on a pair of leggings with a silk top, brush my hair out, and put on some gloss. Now I look casual and not needy. Sexy, but not desperate.

  Right as I leave the bedroom the buzzer sounds, and I take a deep breath. Opening the door, I inhale faster than I can catch myself because every time I see him, he is more gorgeous. Here he stands in front of me in nothing more than a pair of Khakis and a polo, and he still looks like a million bucks.

  Forgetting to speak or move, I am so happy when he takes the lead with a knowing smirk on his face and leans in to kiss me.

  “Hey baby. You look beautiful as always.” Why am I blushing?

  “Thanks. Not so bad yourself, Mr. O’Donnell.” Mmmm… hmmmm…

  Surprised at the interruption, I peek around him and realize there is someone else with him. At first glance he looks like a teenager. But when he comes fully into my view, I can see he is ‘actually’ a well put together young man, that also happens to look a lot like Brad.

  “Well big bro. Are you, goanna introduce me or are you scared I’m going to steal your girl?” It is obvious he is joking, but the subsequent growl and possessive hold he has me, tells me Brad takes nothing about what he says as funny.

  “My Cinn. This is my baby brother, Parker. Parker, my Cinnamon.”

  Smiling at his brother I extend my hand, but he bypasses it to embrace me in a hug, which more than catches me by surprise. What does not surprise me though is the very swift way I am relinquished from his arms and pulled back into Brad’s. My favorite place to be.

  “So are you going to introduce me too or are you too ashamed.” Oh boy.

  “Of course, not Felicity. Brad and Parker, my baby sister Felicity. Felicity, um…Brad and his baby brother Parker.

  I know my cheeks are turning colors at my hesitance to call him my…anything…but I just couldn’t get it out. Of course, Brad rectifies that.

  “Nice to meet you. I am Cinns’ future as she is mine.” Swoon. Like a total swoon worthy moment.

  I turn to look at him forgetting everyone else in the room, and in his eyes is the truth I can no longer run from. Right here in my living room in front of his brother and my sister, I need to acknowledge to myself that I am done running and making excuses. I am going to take this chance with both hands. With that thought, I stand on my tiptoes and lean into his mouth for a kiss. Chaste, but filled with a message I know he gets when he pulls me into a hug and growls in my ear. “It’s about time woman.”

  Spinning back around so my back is to his front, I am just about to suggest we convene to the sitting room; when I see Parker and Felicity engaged in some sort of heated conversation that is very obviously sexually charged, because she is twirling her hair and he is licking his lips. I am about to intervene,
because seriously what in the world could she do but get him into trouble, when Brad intercepts me.

  “Leave them alone. It’s fine. He has a good head on his shoulders. Let them have some fun.” I am about to protest when he of course knows what I am thinking.

  “What does or doesn’t happen with them in no way affects us. OK?”

  “Ok Brad.”

  “Good girl. Now let’s go discuss this contract.

  Two tiring hours later, we have the most fundamental details worked out. Now all that is left is for me to meet with Aleeza and discuss her vision, and the caveats that must be included.

  “Alright baby. My brother and I had a lunch date and then I have a teleconference with Singapore later. What time are you and the girls going out?”

  “We usually leave at about seven.”

  “Are you taking security with you?”

  “Brad. We do this every week. It’s fine. I mean we always take a driver but…”

  “No! You need to have security with you. So, either, you have one of your guys go with you or I will be crashing ladies night. Your choice.” Is he serious? I am about to ask him that when I look into his eyes and see nothing but seriousness.

  “Ok Brad. I will call Rainee and have her call the guys. OK?” He pulls me into his arms and suddenly I feel nothing but safe and happy.

  “Thank you, baby. You are worth a lot of money to some greedy fuck out there. But you are more than invaluable to me. Now. I have stuff to do and so do you. Kiss me.” How can I do anything but. After kissing the life out of me, so much so that I want nothing more than to strip right now in front of him and ask him to take me. We walk back into the living room to find his brother and my sister making out.

  “Felicity are you serious.” They both jump like they are teenagers caught by their parents. Though I am irritated, and it shows. Brad is on the side of me chuckling like something is funny.