My body wants to come. I’ve always said my dick has a mind of its own, but I fight the feeling, knowing that I won’t let go, not yet anyways. Then all of a sudden, Arion sits up and takes control, moving along my shaft. My eyes go right to her ass, then my cock, as our bodies mold together.
Taking my hands, I hold her ass and help guide her. She tips her head back, her long blonde strands dipping into the water and then she lets go. I follow suit, slamming her hard on my cock. My body quakes from head to toe and I’m forced to close my eyes, although I don’t want to take them off of her. She slows, as do I, and her beautiful body lies back on top of me.
“Thank you,” I tell her. Surprised that she took the lead.
“You don’t need to thank me. Thank you for everything.”
Then she stands and holds her hand out to me. Reaching up, I grab her hand and stand, both of us never taking our eyes off of each other. As I step out of the tub, she hands me a towel and we begin to dry off.
“Do you have practice the day after tomorrow?” she asks me.
“Yeah.”
She doesn’t say anything else and my mind starts to wander. Maybe when I am at practice she will go and see Nate? I don’t really believe she would go behind my back. I have to trust her and at the same time, I have to support her. If she sees him, so be it. I need this over with just as much as she does. God won’t take her away from me. I know he won’t…he can’t.
“Bain, if I invited Nate to our home, could I talk to him alone, maybe when you are at practice?”
“I’d rather you not. Why does it matter if I’m here anyways?”
“I just don’t know how I’m going to feel, or what I’m going to say, and I…I need to be able to speak openly to him.”
“I understand and you can do that with me here. Baby, I don’t want him upsetting you and something happening without me somewhere close. He can barely help himself, much less you, if something were to happen to you again.”
“Come on, Bain, that’s not fair to say. He’s been through a lot and when he was here last time, I was caught off guard. He shocked the shit out of me.”
“What if he does that again? What if he proposes or something crazy to try and win you back?” I ask, aggravated that she is defending him, though I know what she says is true.
“Bain, he won’t. Trust me. I know Nate, better than anyone does. I hate to say it, but he already proposed. I guarantee that he just wants what is best for me.”
“Please, baby, we don’t know how you’re going to react. He’ll never know that I’m here. I just need to be close in case I need to help you.”
“No, Bain, I’ll be fine. I just need to talk to him alone.”
“Arion, I obviously can’t stop you, but I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Really, I’ll be fine,” she snaps.
I nod my head in disappointment and get dressed. Then we head into the living room, mixed emotions running through me. I’ll be damned if I let this ruin my day. “I’m sorry, I got frustrated, babe. I’m just…” I trail off. How the fuck should I say what’s on my mind without sounding like a complete jealous ass. “I’m scared.”
“Scared?” she questions me, hopping up on the cool granite of our countertop, sitting in her normal spot. “Well, I’m scared too.”
The worst part about me telling her how I really feel is that she doesn’t tell me that everything is going to be okay and there is nothing to be scared about. She just agrees with me.
Jesus, if I could just get into her head for a few minutes, then I feel like things would be better. Even if I don’t agree with what she’s thinking, it would at least answer some of my questions. But where I stand now, that’s all out there with no definitive direction on how our lives are going to be, or where things are headed. Knowing that yet again, this argument is a lost cause, I change the subject. “Are you hungry?” I ask.
“No, not really.”
“Come on, babe, you’ve barely eaten anything lately. I’m sure something sounds good.”
“I don’t know, maybe the Metro Café?”
“That’s perfect, let’s go out and get you something.”
“Okay,” she says and I step to her. She won’t make eye contact with me and I’m getting tired of things being like this with us. Holding my ground, I place my hands on her sides and watch her intently. She doesn’t last long and finally looks at me. I smile and lean in, kissing her gently. She kisses me back the way she always has, strong and with confidence. My hands find her head, cupping it and holding us together. Threading my fingers into her soft blonde strands. As we kiss, her phone rings in the distance. But I push away the anxiety. I know that everything is going to be all right – it has to. Pulling away, I help her off the counter.
“Shall we?” I ask.
“Yes.”