Cyrus (18 page)

She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she
nodded her head.

I laid down and pulled her against my chest
and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. I want to know exactly
what it is, the smell that makes me want her so fucking badly. If I
knew I would bottle it up and keep it.

I pushed my mouth to hers, but only for a
moment, “You make me so fucking hard, Tara. Every time I think
about you I want to touch you.”

She moaned and I let go of her face and
grabbed her and pulled her onto me. Still holding her hips I pulled
her down and then up again, “Feel how hard you make me Birdie? Feel
my cock against you?” Her moan is answer enough and I fight with
everything I have to not rip her bottoms off, but I know I
can’t.

Instead I hold her ass firmly against me and
push into her, “Birdie I’m not used to wanting something so bad.
But I need you more, I need you to be my friend after all this shit
is done. You need to tell me to stop if this isn’t okay cause right
now, nothing feels more okay.”

I grazed her cheek with my teeth and she
whimpered as I sucked on her throat. She raised her head, her eyes
still closed and I sucked on her neck like I wanted to suck her
clit. I ran my tongue up it, tasting her skin like I wanted to
taste her hot little pussy. I felt her hips start to move against
me, “Awe fuck Birdie that feels good.”

“Yes,” she whimpers and I can’t take
anymore.

My hands run down and I feel her tight
little nipples peaked and hard. I’m completely naked and she’s in
her night clothes and that’s the way it has to stay.

I flip her on her back and my mouth finds
her neck again and I can’t stop myself from sucking --licking her.
I move to her hot waiting mouth and pull her closer to me. Her leg
rests over my hip and my cock is throbbing as I push against her.
She moans and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside it.
I brush my tongue up and down hers and then stroke her lips and
take them between my teeth. I want to eat her, so I chew slowly
softly, resisting the urge to bite down on them. I suck and lick
and kiss her hoping this will be enough to get little Birdie out of
my system. But it’s not.

I move back to her neck giving her time to
breathe and then I move to her collar bone. My mouth touches every
inch of it and I have to force myself not to pull her shirt off and
take her tits in my mouth.

Need to slow down
. My head races as I
rub her ass, squeezing it tight and she pushes into me. I’m burning
up, every part of me is on fire and I’m fighting—fighting so
fucking hard not to tear off her clothes.

I can’t think, I can’t slow down, “I want
you Birdie-- more than I ever wanted anything in my fucking
life.”

I suck harder on her lips, her neck, her
face. She’s pulling at my hair, grinding against me telling me the
same things not just in action but in words and it’s crazy,
magnificent and I swear I’m in love with this girl.

~

I woke on fire in an empty bed, naked and
shaking like a leaf. I looked at the clock and it was four in the
morning. There was a towel next to me and a washcloth over my head.
I grabbed it and wiped my face. The covers dropped and I swear fire
turned to ice. I needed clothes. I started to get up.

“Hey lay back down,” Birdie was walking into
the room with a sweatshirt and sweatpants. “You’re sick, my fault I
assume. Lift your arms.”

“I can do that,” my teeth chattered, and she
shook her head no.

I wasn’t fighting, I didn’t have it in me so
she knelt beside me and pulled the shirt over my head and it felt
so damn warm, “Nice huh?”

“Yeah, thanks Birdie.”

“I washed it, that’s the one I took from you
that first night so now you get it back,” she smiled sadly, “Okay
now lay back.”

I did as she asked and she lifted the
comforter up off my feet and pulled socks on them. And then grabbed
the sweatpants next to me, “I think I can…”

“Nope, lay down and just push your feet in
and lift your bottom when I get them up.”

She called my ass a bottom and it made me
laugh and she looked up at me and smiled, “What?”

“Nothing.”

She pulled them up and I lifted my
bottom
, I swear I felt like I was shoving my dick in her
face and I swear she did her best to try and ignore it.

She handed me a couple Motrin and a glass of
water, “Take these and go to sleep.”

I was still cold, “The heat on?”

“Yes, it’ll feel better in about twenty
minutes. I promise. Try to get some sleep.”

She sat up and reached over me and grabbed
the washcloth and wiped my head causing me to shiver, “Shit’s cold
Birdie.”

“Sorry.”

I took the cloth and tossed it on the
nightstand and pulled her on top of me, “That’s better.” She let
out a deep breath, “This okay?”

“Of course,” her little paws rubbed my
cheeks, “Sorry I got you sick Cyrus.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t intentional.”

~

I woke again and rolled over and felt for
her keeping my eyes closed. My head hurt and I could tell it was
light out. I rubbed her back and damn she had a lot of clothes on.
“You sick again Birdie?”

“No tiger, but if you keep rubbing me like
that I’m gonna expect a blow job.”

I pulled my hand back, “Zandor--- what the
hell are you doing in bed with me?”

“Well the little Bird flew away with Carly a
few hours ago and made me promise to not leave your side. She
wanted to make sure you had someone to look after you.”

I opened my eyes, “Where the hell did they
go?”

“Apparently to a few places to put in
resumes.”

“I said I would help her out.”

“You also said you weren’t fucking her again
and that you weren’t interested in a relationship.”

I looked at him and scowled, “I was fucked
up last night and I told her …fuck I told her we weren’t doing
that.”

“So you didn’t fuck her?”

“No—I don’t think so. Shit Z, I don’t
remember.”

“Well the way her neck looked this morning I
am pretty sure…”

“What’re you talking about Z?”

“Well let’s put it this way, it’s fucking
September and she’s sporting a scarf, which Carly says is fine
because it’s very in style and it matched her eyes and the very
short skirt she was wearing when she left.”

“I gave her fucking hickeys!?”

“Cyrus, you gave her the whole damn
necklace.”

Zandor was laughing and I was feeling like
shit.

“I’m gonna sleep after you tell me what’s up
with Charlotte.”

“She’s in the hospital. Not looking good,
Jase and Momma Joe are there. Carly picked your girlfriend up…”

“She’s my friend,” I corrected him.

“Whatever, anyway Carly picked up
Birdie
after she dropped Bell off at school. I’m supposed to
give you these pills and you’re supposed to shut the fuck up and go
to sleep.”

I didn’t fight, I didn’t have it in me. But
I also wondered about last night, too many missing pieces. I
remember kissing, lots of kissing and grinding. I seriously
wondered if I had rug or pant burn on my cock but right now, I was
fucking tired, I didn’t have the energy to check.

~

I woke up to piss. I was sweating like
crazy. I took the quickest, hottest shower I had ever taken in my
life. And no I wasn’t rubbed raw --yeah I checked.

This shit sucked. I was never sick, well not
since I was a teenager and got mono. I dried off and wrapped a
towel around me and went out and tried to find my bag. I threw on
the sweat pants and ran down the stairs. To my surprise, Momma,
Bell, Zandor and Tara were all sitting in the living room.

“Uncle Cyrus do you feel better?” Bell
smiled her big goofy toothless smile and I laughed.

“When are you gonna grow some teeth
Bell?”

She laughed, “When are you gonna learn to
cover up?”

She ran towards me and hugged me tight, well
as tight as an almost ten year old little thing could. I hugged her
quick and then told her, “I think you should stay away, I’ve got
the bug. I don’t want you catching it.”

“That’s a good idea,” Momma said, “Come here
Bell.”

“Just one thing,” I knew what she wanted so
I bent down and she found her bell in the mix of ink that
represented each one of the people I love. She touched my arm,
“Still there.”

“Never goes away,” I winked and she
laughed.

I looked up at Tara and she smiled and
looked down.

“Alright, let me put them to bed,” I looked
up and have no idea why but I looked at Tara for a few seconds too
long because she blushed, “Gotta find a shirt.”

Tara stood up, “I washed the clothes in your
bag. You sit, I’ll get them for you.” And she disappeared down the
hall.

“You sit in the kitchen, I have soup.”

“Thanks Momma.”

We were all in the kitchen when she brought
out my once white long sleeved tee shirt, “Um, I don’t know how
this happened…”

Bell laughed her little ass silly at the
pink shirt Tara held in her hands and Tara’s green eyes
widened.

“Was there anything red in the mix Tara?”
Momma started to laugh.

“Well I didn’t think so but…”

“Real men wear pink, don’t they Bell,”
Zandor laughed.

“Not any that I know.”

Tara’s little lips moved, I knew she was
embarrassed and probably gonna start counting.

“Well now you do, let me see that shirt
Tara.”

She handed it to me and I winked and put it
on, “I bet I make pink look good, don’t I, Bell?”

She laughed at me and so did Tara. She
excused herself and I was sure she was gonna lose it.

I sat and ate a bowl of soup and Bell filled
me in on her Grandmother being in the hospital and the fact that
she was gonna stay the night with Zandor either here or my place
cause Momma Joe was going back to the hospital.

I made up the lame ‘I need to use the
bathroom’ excuse after she had said everything she needed to. I
went upstairs and opened the bedroom door and Tara jumped and
quickly held her hands over something.

“You okay?”

She nodded quickly and shook her head as she
rolled her eyes.

“You hiding something?”

She let out an exasperated breath and I sat
on the end of the bed.

“I found something else that helps when I
get…”

“Anxious?”

She nodded and laughed, “I know they’re good
people, it’s just weird.”

“They’re alright,” I smiled at her and the
way she looked at me demanded further explanation, “I know you had
it different Tara. I know I’m grateful for them, love them, even
when I want to strangle them. They get involved in every aspect of
your life, sometimes you just want to breathe.”

“And sometimes there isn’t enough oxygen in
the world.”

I didn’t know how to take that so I just
stared at her. I was beginning to feel cold again.

She looked down and took a deep breath,
“Sorting.” She smiled when she saw the confusion on my face and
lifted her hand, “By color.”

“Razzles,” I smirked.

“One red, two green…”

“Good,” I reached down to grab and she
covered them up.

“No way,” she smiled.

“Just one,” at first I meant Razzles and
then God I wanted her, a- fucking- gain! She closed her eyes.

“You make me feel so…Cyrus,” I leaned over
and took her hand.

“Tell me what happened last night. Birdie
show me your neck,” I reached up and pulled the scarf away. I saw
the marks, “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

I looked up and she had a scowl on her face,
“You don’t remember,” she whispered.

“Birdie I remember some stuff, but…”

“We kissed a lot.”

“No boundaries crossed?”

“No Cyrus, nothing –we’re friends.”

She started sorting and I could think of
nothing else but helping her so I did.

When we had everything sorted she smiled, “I
got a job today.”

“Really,” okay back it down, that’s what you
wanted Cyrus,
Fuck
!

“At a gym. I guess it’s near where Carly
works, she’s a member there. It’s nice.”

I watched her talk, watched her lips, God I
loved those lips.

“You’re cold.”

I looked at her eyes and then at my arms. I
had goose bumps, chills.

“Cyrus,” Momma Joe barged in and she looked
upset.

“Everything okay?”

“No, it’s Charlotte,” tears welled in her
eyes and I got up and hugged her.

“She gone?”

“Not yet, but I need to go. Are you sure
you’re feeling okay? I don’t want to leave you. You get, well, out
of it when you’re sick.”

“I was fifteen, Mom.”

“You hallucinated.”

I smiled, “Yeah that was crazy. But I’ll be
fine, go.”

I walked down with her and Zandor was at the
door, “I can drive myself.”

“Yeah you can Momma, but so can I.”

“Bell?” she was a lot like me when it came
to taking care of herself.

“I got it Mom,” I hugged her.

“You’re sick.”

“I can hang out with her,” Tara was behind
us holding Bell’s hand.

“Is Grandma Charlotte finally gonna go to
heaven?”

“Oh Bell, we don’t know anything yet.”

“She’ll see my Momma,” Bell smiled, “She’ll
be all better there.”

I glanced at Tara who was looking down at
Bell in awe. Love pouring from those green eyes. Ripped at my
heart. Bell and her.

“Mom, we got this,” and she nodded and they
left.

“Uncle Cyrus, you should be in bed. Tara do
you like movies?”

“Hey, I like movies. I love movies,” I
smiled at Bell and grabbed her up.

“You better not give me your germs, pal.”
She laughed as I tickled her.

“Fine,” I set her down, “I’ll take the
recliner, you two take the couch.”

The Lorax? So yeah I liked movies, but this
shit. I smiled and sat my ass down. Bell and Tara got drinks and I
heard something popping. Microwave popcorn, so not cool. I have no
clue where my disdain came from for microwave food but I guess I
would have to reel it in tonight.