Page 41 of Fighting the Odds

I’ve lost all ability to form words. I moan as the sensations send my body into overdrive. He grinds his hard cock against my center and a needy whimper slips between my lips.

“I’ve wanted you for so long and finally having you like this is a dream come true. That you’re allowing me the honor of being your first.” His deep voice growls just before he crashes his lips against mine.

I love that he sees this as my first time, like I do.

He grinds harder against my pussy and I instinctively begin to rock my hips up into him, hitting my clit on his hard shaft through my leggings.

The pleasure coursing through me is almost too much. So when he cups one of my breasts, brushing his thumb over my erect nipple through my shirt, I cry out and he swallows the sound as he continues to devour my mouth.

His hand roams over my body as he kisses my neck. My body hums under his touch and I ache to feel his bare skin against mine.

His hand cups my breast through my shirt, his fingertips pressing deeply into my skin.

“I want you so fucking bad, Sierra. I’ve dreamed of having you. So many nights after you danced at the club, I’d go home with a rock hard cock and masturbate to visions of you,” his husky voice growls.

“I—” My phone buzzes on the coffee table, cutting me off, and as I open my mouth, it goes off again.

Cyrus blows out a deep breath, reaching for it.

“Just let it go,” I groan, tired of being interrupted.

“No, it might be Sam, baby.”

He’s right. Cyrus moves his body off of mine so I can sit up and hands me the phone.

But it’s not Sam. It’s Rico. Fucking cock blocking uncle.

Rico: Left a message for them. I’ll get back to you with the details.

Rico: I know you wanted to go back to school tomorrow, but it’s Friday. Stay home and start fresh Monday.

Rico: Please. For me. You need to rest if you want to work this weekend.

He’s going to drive me insane. I think about what he said, though. What’s the difference between starting tomorrow versus Monday? I have all my coursework for this week so I could easily wait. Plus, Mr. Stevenson knows my situation, so I don’t see my absences impacting me in any way. It gives me time to research what obstacles I’ll face trying to get custody of Sam.

Me: Fine.

Me: I’ll go to school on Monday. But I’m working at the club this weekend.

Rico: Lilac.

Me: Don’t Lilac, Sierra or any other name me. I’m working. I need to. End of story.

I don’t care if I sound desperate or not. Rent will be due in a week and I need to keep this apartment. It’s the last place my mother was and I won’t lose it or Sam.

Rico: Fine, but you’re taking breaks when you need to. Once I hear back from the one guy for Saturday, I’ll let you know.

Me: Okay.

I set my phone back on the table and turn to Cyrus.

“Let’s leave our phones out here and go to the bedroom, so we’re not interrupted.” I wink as I stand, slipping my hand in his and taking a couple of steps backward, pulling him with me.

“I love how you’re thinking.” He stands, scooping me up gently in his arms and heads down the hallway, before quickly turning back to the kitchen table and picking up the grocery bag with the condoms. “Can’t forget these.”

I smile widely. This man is forever going to hold my heart.

Chapter 20

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