She laughs awkwardly, and the noise is a hard blow to my ego. “You don’t even know where you’re going to get drafted. What happens if you end up in California?”
“Then we’ll move there. I don’t give a shit what you say, I’m not going anywhere without you. I’m in this for the long haul.”
“So was Nate,” she whispers. Hearing the words makes all the pieces click into place. “Plus, I can’t leave my job. I’ve worked too hard to get this store.”
“Arion, you can transfer, and do you think he had a choice?”
“He did. He didn’t need to join the Marines.”
“That’s true, but I’m sure he did it to secure a future for the both of you. He wouldn’t have done it knowing that it would have kept you apart.”
Tilting my head to get a good look at her, I can see the pain. Not knowing what to do in that moment, I wrap her in my hold, pressing our naked bodies as closely together as I can. My cock aches wanting to be inside of her. I don’t need to move, or come, or do anything else, but just enjoy the closeness. So I nudge myself against her opening and like a good girl, she accepts me.
Taking my time, I slowly ease my way all the way in. Nestled in her to the hilt, she pulls away trying to get some friction. Who am I kidding? I can’t be inside of her without moving, so I appease her efforts and comply, but still only moving slowly. Being inside of her always sets me on fire, whether I am going as slow as this, or fucking her madly.
I need to take care of her, so I walk us to the bed and lie down with my feet still hanging off the edge. She keeps her eyes closed as her hair hits the mattress like a puff of wind. I lean up, taking one last look at what is the perfection of her body beneath mine, before I unleash the animal that’s inside. It’s been knocking at the door all day, watching her cheer me on. If it wasn’t for her, pushing me, I don’t know that I would have given basketball another try.
“God, Bain,” she cries gripping my forearms. Looking down, my muscles and tattoos tighten under her hold. My movements are now urgent. I have my weight braced above her, my hands balled into fists, allowing me to move effortlessly inside of her.
“Jesus, A, your cunt.”
She moans, locking her feet behind my back, the friction just as much her demise as it is mine, causing us to simultaneously combust together. The moment I let go, my orgasm is so intense, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Hers is just as good. I can tell because as soon as I look at her, she is panting – struggling to catch her breath.
The pleasure fades away and I can’t help, but laugh at her with her nails still dug into my arms.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I’m more than okay.”
Leaning down, I leave a kiss on her salty chest and then hop off. She follows suit and we get into the shower together. She doesn’t bring up the fact that I asked her to move with me if I get drafted. I know she’s worried about her job, but there’s got to be a thousand Starbucks across the US that she could transfer to. Deep down, I know if I go, she’ll go, she has to. We can’t be apart.
Neither of us is a person of many words, but when they are needed, we express them. After our shower, I put on a pair of sweats I take from my duffel bag and watch her dry off. Lying on the bed, she’s observing my body and asks, “What made you get all these tattoos?”
“Life. I don’t know, I’ve always been into ink. You like them, don’t you?”
“A lot,” she responds, and leans down, kissing my hand then leaves a trail up one of my arms. My phone rings, interrupting our exchange, and she stops, knowing that I have to answer it.
“I’m sorry.”
She sits next to me as I grab it out of my shorts from the floor.
“Bain.” My father’s tone is panicked.
“What’s up, Dad?”
“Jesus Christ, Bain.” He’s sobbing, his words are barely coherent.
“Dad,” I shout into the receiver. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, of course! Why?”
He tries to regain his composure. “The news, turn on the fucking news.”