Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(35)
I cried out, almost ashamed at how much I was enjoying this.
Almost.
The heat was intense as it spread in a torrent of fire throughout my body. The words falling from his mouth all confirmed one thing.
“Yours,” I whispered, desperate for more.
“That’s right, baby. Nobody gets to taste, touch, or see this sweetness but me. I’m gonna f*ck you hard and rough now baby, so you never forget that.”
I whimpered when his fingers left my * and cried out when his cock replaced them. He filled me completely, one arm banded around my waist while the other hooked beneath my knee. Right there, in the middle of my living room, in the middle of the day, Cannon f*cked me just like he said he would.
Hard.
Rough.
And with every possessive muscle and bone in his body.
*
Relationships aren’t perfect and if I had to guess, loving a man like Cannon day in and day out might not be easy, but I didn’t care. I wanted him anyway.
Every.
Broken.
Piece.
We were lying in my bed watching a movie. I knew the time would come when he would have to leave. I didn’t want him to, and I was trying to figure out a way to make him stay when we heard a knock at the front door.
“Expecting anyone?” he asked, looking at his watch.
“At 10pm…uh…no.”
Kissing my forehead, he left me to go answer the door. A minute later, loud, angry voices echoed down the hall and I immediately shot from the bed, not even bothering to put on any pants. In nothing but Cannon’s cut up workout t-shirt and my black boy shorts, I pounded across the hardwood floor to the front door.
Dent and Cannon were standing chest to chest, toe to toe. Their faces were both red, puffs of air being exchanged between them. Two men ready to fight over me, it was a sight to see. “I told you to get the f*ck out of here.”
“Cannon!” He looked like a lunatic. His wild eyes shimmered with green jealously as he took a reluctant step back.
“Cora, clothes,” Cannon said and I thought Dent was going to lose his shit.
“Dude…I’m not f*ckin’ playin’ with you right now. You got no right to tell her what to do. Go put on some clothes, Cora.” Dent said, contradicting his own words.
“Cannon, I need to talk to Dent. Alone. Can you give us a minute please?”
Cannon looked affronted. As if I’d just betrayed him in some way. I lifted up on my toes, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, promise.”
“What the hell are you doing here? How’d you know where I lived?” I asked, shuffling him out the front door onto the porch.”
“I asked around. Which wasn’t easy to do by the way. I miss you,” he admitted, attempting to wrap me in his arms.
Too little, too late.
I shoved him away gently. A few weeks ago, I would have ran right back into his arms, but now I couldn’t imagine being wrapped up in anyone but Cannon.
“You with that guy?” Dent asked, taking a step back. His face stricken with digust.
I folded my arms. “Yes,”
Dent collected a step, his familiar scent reminding my heart of all the time I’d wasted. All the tears I cried. “I’m so sorry for the way I treated you.” he reached for my hand but I shrugged away. “I want you back, baby. Please give me another chance.”
“I’ll never forget what we had, Dent, but it’s not what I want anymore.”
He ran a frustrated hand through is hair. “What the hell do you want then?”
“I want him.”
He moved even closer and I threw a hand out to meet his chest, stopping him. “Don’t do this,” he begged.
This was his way. His words always ruined my resolve. But not this time. I was stronger now. I knew what I wanted, what I deserved. And I deserved a hell of a lot more than this. “I’m sorry, Dent.”
He looked lost, confused. “You love him, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
The truth rolled off my tongue so easily. My heart soared as the confirmation left my mouth.
I sucked in a cleansing breath, ridding myself of any guilt. I had no reason to feel guilty. Even though the truth may have hurt Dent, Cannon is who I wanted. Cannon is who I loved. I’d made the right choice, letting go of Dent. One I probably should have made a long time ago, but like everything else in my life, it had to be hard. It had to hurt like hell and there had to be a lesson learned from it.
And if I’d learned anything…it was to follow my heart.
Dent shoved his hands in his pockets, dropping his eyes to his feet. “I guess this is goodbye then.”
“Yeah, it is.”
He stood there silent, waiting for me to change my mind like I always did. But that didn’t happen. After a few moments, he finally realized this was the end of our story. I watched Dent drive away, closing that chapter on my past once and for all.
When I walked back inside, Cannon met me at the door, fuming. “What the hell was that?”
“Would you please calm the f*ck down?”
“No, I will not calm the f*ck down. I thought you said you two were over.”
“That was goodbye.” I bit out.
He blinked. “Goodbye?”
“Yeah, Cannon. Goodbye.”