Page 10 of The Heart of a Capricorn (BLP Signs of Love #19)

I woke up before my alarm could go off, and my thoughts raced from the moment I opened my eyes.

Two days had passed since I last saw Chauncey. I wasn’t sure of what he had been doing, but I was busy at work. I was also trying to avoid him.

When he mentioned seeing each other once we were back home, I got nervous.

I wasn’t ready to talk about the future.

My feelings were still strong for Brice, but I’d be lying if I said my feelings were getting stronger for Chauncey.

That man made me feel things I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I was scared of the what-ifs, though. I could control most things in my life, but I couldn’t control what happened to others.

Chauncey’s job wasn’t extremely dangerous, but there were still some concerns.

Being an air marshal came with its own set of problems. Not only could the plane have issues, but the people I was sure he had to deal with could be dangerous too.

I didn’t want to think about the things that could happen to him.

It was best if I didn’t get too close to him, but it was becoming too late for that.

This man had been invading my thoughts since the night at the bar.

He was easy to talk to and so damn easy on the eyes. I was the most comfortable with him than I’d been with anyone.

To quiet my mind, I did a few crossword puzzles in one of my books while I played my favorite R&B station on my phone.

That didn’t work for me either, so I got out of bed and did some Tai Chi.

It helped a little, but I still had this anxiousness running through me.

I took a shower in hopes that it would help, but it wasn’t enough.

“Ugh.” I plopped down on the side of the bed with a towel wrapped around me. I needed to get my head together before I left for the office.

The music cut off when a call came through. I picked it up and answered before it rang again. I knew it was either my mother or my best friend, Katrina.

“Hello.”

“Hey, friend. What’s going on?” Katrina asked.

I got back in bed and leaned against the headboard. I turned the television on for some background noise.

I sighed. “Nothing. Been thinking about avoiding Chauncey for the duration of his trip. However long that is.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because he asked about us spending time once we left here, and I got scared.”

I considered lying to her, but I knew she would offer sound advice. Maybe talking to her would get me out of my head.

“Girl. It’s not like he asked to marry you. You could use someone that could keep you from working yourself into an early grave. I get it, though, but don’t deprive yourself of some fun. You already know how I feel about you working so much.”

Katrina got on me often about working so much and not taking the time to relax.

It was hard for me, but it didn’t stop her from fussing.

There had been a couple of times that she and Ciara conspired against me and forced me to take a day off.

I hated it at the time, but at the end of the day, I appreciated them for it.

“I know,” I whined.

“You lucky I don’t have time to curse you out like I want. Enjoy the man while you can and let things happen the way they are supposed to.”

“I’ll try. That’s not all, though.”

“What else is there?”

I rolled my head from side to side and inhaled.

“He’s an air marshal.”

“Oh. Oh.” Her voice softened. “I can understand your apprehension, but anything can happen at any given moment. You made it there and plenty of other places safely. Don’t let that hold you back.”

She was right. I’d flown to and from multiple times since Brice died, so I wasn’t sure why I was so afraid of someone else flying.

“I’ll try, like I said,” I reminded.

“Do. I have to go. I’ll check on you later. Bye, bestie.”

Katrina hung up the phone before I could respond. She was a high school teacher, but she had been talking about retiring to pursue her real passion. I couldn’t wait for her to live her dreams.

I realized I had time to get breakfast. I risked running into Chauncey, but I was hungry and knew I couldn’t be hungry at work. I also knew I couldn’t avoid him forever.

I threw some clothes on, grabbed my phone off the charger and my room key. I only had an hour left to eat, then make it to my meeting on time.

I was met with a surprise when I opened my room door. “Chauncey?”

He pushed back into the room and closed the door. Before I could think or ask any questions, he had his hand on the front of my neck. Immediately, his lips were on mine. His tongue entered my mouth, and I grabbed the front of his shirt. I sucked on his tongue that tasted like mint toothpaste.

Chauncey backed us up until the back of my legs hit the small dining table.

I guess I wasn’t going to make it to breakfast.

He released my neck and pulled the bottom of my shirt up before he broke the kiss. I lifted my arms and watched him as he removed my shirt, then took his off. As soon as he was shirtless, he kissed me again.

Chauncey kissed me with urgency as our tongues thrusted against each other. My knees buckled because it felt like I was drugged. I couldn’t think, as every nerve ending in my body fired off.

“You were trying to avoid me, weren’t you?” he asked when he finally broke the kiss.

I closed my eyes when he reached into the waistband of my leggings. I arched off the table when his finger connected with my clit.

“Answer me, Lyric. Why were you trying to avoid me?”

His woodsy scent filled my nose.

“I wasn’t,” I cried out.

“Nah, I think you was, and I don’t like that shit.” He stuck another finger inside of me. “As wet as this pussy is, I don’t think she likes it either.”

My panties were ruined. At this rate, I wouldn’t make it to the meeting either. It wasn’t that important, but still. I never missed meetings before, and for sure not because of another person. This man truly knocked me off my square.

“I’m going to show you that it’s not a good idea to avoid me, Lyric.”

He took his hand and lifted me by the back of my legs, then carried me to the bedroom.

My heart pounded in my chest because the passionate and hungry look in his eyes let me know that he was about to flip shit upside down.

Chauncey placed me at the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me and pulled my pants down from the bottom.

Once my pants were off, he stood back and took his pants off. He stood in front of me naked, with his dick standing at attention, and it was all I could focus on.

“Eyes up here, Lyric.” His dick jumped, and my shoulders dropped.

I licked my lips then looked into his eyes. My nipples were painfully hard.

“Let’s make this the last time you pull that shit again. Understand?” He squeezed my nipple, and my pussy gushed.

“Yes.” I agreed because I needed him inside of me, but by the smirk on his face, I knew he would make me wait.

“Good girl.” He pinched my other nipple, and I moaned. “Lie back.”

I did what he said, and I started to move further back, but he stopped me.

Chauncey picked up my leg and put it on his shoulder. His fingers brushed the anklet on my ankle.

“You don’t know how much I fantasized about this moment,” he said as he traced my ankle, then slowly went up my leg. I wanted him to touch my middle, but he didn’t. With my leg on his shoulder, he leaned forward until his face was between my thighs.

“Fuck.” I moaned when his tongue rolled over my clit.

The feeling of his skillful mouth consumed every thought in my mind.

I’d forgotten about the meeting, breakfast, and the other million things I had to do.

Chauncey’s tongue was the only thing I could process.

I’d never felt such pleasure. When he nipped my clit between his teeth, it sent me over the edge.

His moans collided with my moans, and it was the sexiest sound. A man that moaned when he ate pussy showed that he enjoyed it.

Why did I deprive myself of this?

One hand gripped the sheets, while the other grabbed his shoulder.

“I can’t. I can’t!” I shouted.

The pressure was too damn intense. My heart felt like it was beating faster than what was safe.

“You can’t what, huh?” He swiped his tongue over my clit. “You can’t take what happens when you duck and dive me?” Another swipe of the tongue. “Talk to me, Lyric. What can’t you take?” Another swipe.

“I can’t—” I couldn’t finish the rest of my sentence because he stuck his tongue inside of me and fucked me with it.

When I finally released, it splashed onto his tongue and face. I even felt it drip down the crack of my ass.

My chest moved up and down as I tried to catch my breath, but Chauncey had other things in mind.

He slammed inside of me with my leg still on his shoulder. At first, his pumps were fast, but then he slowed down. He leaned forward and kissed me. The kiss was wet and nasty as he licked my lips, tongue, and even my damn chin. The coolness of his dog tag against my hot skin felt good.

He snatched his dick out of me and went back to licking me.

“Jesus.”

“Nah, baby. You know who making you feel like this.”

“Tank.” I cried this time.

He told me back in college about how he got the nickname Tank, but to me, it was for different reasons.

To me, Tank came in, attacked, and destroyed shit, and this was Tank, not Chauncey. This man destroyed me in the best possible way.

After he got his fill of licking and eating my pussy, he leaned back and slid his hand up the middle of my chest before gripping my neck.

I didn’t give a damn what anybody said, there was nothing like a good neck grab. It was enough to have me leaking.

I could hardly keep my eyes open, but I had to. I didn’t want to miss anything.

When he opened his mouth and let a trail of saliva drip onto my clit, I almost lost my mind. It was nasty but so damn sensual.

With his thumb pressed against my clit, he rubbed it and slid back inside of me at the same time.

The way his dick hit every single spot of pleasure inside of my walls, I would marry him on the spot if he asked.

All the fear that I had left me for the moment, as he took control of my body.