banshee will do that,” I teased.
“I’m glad your neighbors aren’t that close,” she admitted as a blush stained her cheeks.
I’d made good on my promise earlier. And then some. It turns out, proposals really turn me on. Or maybe her wearing my ring was the reason for the raging boner that wouldn’t go down. Don’t they say on those commercials to call a doctor after four hours? To hell with it. I hadn’t seen a doctor to get that hard, so I wasn’t calling one to make it go away. My dick knew what it was doing and that bastard was celebrating. All night.
Then I saw what else she had. The letter.
“Casey, the envelope says to you for me?” Leaning against the headboard, with no covers hiding her boobs, mind you, she stared at it mesmerized like I had. I stared at her boobs. She asked, “Casey, did you call all your girlfriends ‘honeybee’?” Her jaw hung open like she’d seen behind the curtain at Oz.
I threw an arm around her and pulled her farther down into the bed with me. She didn’t protest, only gazed into my eyes. In the time I hadn’t answered her silly question, her mind had played a trick on her.
“No.” I kissed that cute nose and locked my leg with one of hers. “You’re my first, only, and last honeybee. Now kiss on me a little.”
The redundant answer pleased her; her kiss pleased me. We were two pleased-as-pie fools tangled in all-nighter sheets. Half ripped off the mattress, half wadded on the floor.
Blake looked like a queen when she beamed at me the way she was. Well, a queen with mascara under her eyes and completely fucked-up hair. I’m sure I looked just as good.
“Can I read it?” she asked sweetly, as she looked at the ring. “This was in there?” Her hand rocked side to side as the gem made a pretty reflection dance on the ceiling. We both watched the prism move, enchanted and love-drunk.
“You can read it, but are you sure you want to read it right now?” I asked as I rocked into her leg. Remember, it wasn’t me. It was my cock. And he was ready to go again. I was really starting to respect his work ethic.
She wasn’t helping the situation though. Her mouth found my ear and she sucked at it.
“Please?” she purred.
I would cave. She had the power to will me into whatever she wanted. All she had to say was ‘please.’
“Okay, read it to me,” I acquiesced.
“Thank you.”
We sat up and I positioned her between my legs so I could peer over her shoulder. I propped my head in the crook of her neck and waited for her to start.
“Son, I’ve been fortunate to be your mom. You have the most beautifully wild heart. Charm for days and this magnetic quality that makes everyone immediately love you. I’m so proud. It’s been my pleasure to watch you thrive and succeed. You and your brother have made me a very lucky mother. It’s been the biggest gift of my life watching you turn into the men you are. I was blessed to see Cory find his love and, whether you know it yet or not, I know you’ve found yours, too. It’s not my intention, or my style, to pry when it’s not my business. But I’ve met her. Your Blake. Once at Micah’s baby shower and again when Foster was born. The glow that poured out of her when she said she knew you, Casey, it was love. You’d be like a lock and key the way you two would fit together. Her energy felt the same as how it feels to be with you. It might not be the right time, and maybe you’ll have to wait, but son, she’s the one.
I’ve seen how you look through the photos of her on your phone in the waiting room when you take me to my appointments. I’ve seen the far-off look in your eyes when you’re tired and thinking of her. I watched you scroll through her old messages once when you were sitting on the floor by me when I was a lump on the couch.
You call her honeybee, right? It suits her.
Writing this makes me so sad. I’ve tried to find the right words to make you go to her, but your heart is broken. Knowing the pain you’re in hurts worse than the cancer that’s eating me alive. I hope she heals