Hotshot

by Ahren Sanders

  My cock bounces free, hitting her hip, and she reaches down to grip it. When she starts to stroke, I break away from her mouth and kiss a path to her ear, sucking her earlobe into my mouth. “Babe, you keep doing that, it’s going to be over before it starts. It’s been too long.”

  She loosens her grasp but doesn’t let go.

  I skim my fingertips along her stomach until I reach her hipbones and slide my hand between her legs, feeling her slick heat instantly. One finger slides in easily, and she lets out a groan that sets my blood on fire. My thumb grazes her clit at the same time I slip another finger inside. Her knee falls to the side, giving me deeper access. I twist and twirl my fingers while continuing to kiss behind her ear and down the column of her throat.

  Her core muscles clench right as her hips buck into my hand. I move lower and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, circling my thumb in the spot that makes her go crazy.

  She lets out a hushed moan and jerks on my cock, coming apart and trembling against my side.

  My tongue does one last swirl around her nipple then lets go, as I slowly slide my hand to the side and move to hover over her. Her eyes are hazy at first clearing as she focuses on me. They glow a smoldering translucent blue, which is exactly what I hoped for.

  I move between her legs and keep my eyes locked with hers as I slide in. She feels like silk; every inch of my cock tingles at the warmth. Her legs wrap around my hips as I sink deeper. My elbows shake, threatening to buckle at the intensity of the moment. She’s tight but easily pulls me all the way in.

  “Tell me you love me,” I demand in a husky voice, needing to hear the words.

  “I love you,” comes out in a rasp.

  I start to move slowly, barely thrusting as I fight to regain control. The coiling in the base of my spine travels lower and threatens to erupt with each movement. Her hips swivel a few times, and I growl in frustration, my resolve weakening. She licks her bottom lip, knowing what she’s doing, and her eyes send a clear message… she’s trying to unravel me.

  It’s working.

  One arm moves under her shoulders, and I yank her up as I sit back on my knees. She gives a little yelp then chokes back a whimper when I have her pressed against me as close as possible. I heave up, and she’s forced to break eye contact as she throws her head back, groaning.

  The vein in her neck ticks as her pulse races, and I feel her heart beating with my own. My body takes over as I grind and pump into her from below. Beads of sweat roll down my neck and back as I throb inside her. Her nails dig into my shoulder blades, and she clenches so hard on my dick I see stars as my release builds. She brings her head back up and drops it to my shoulder, her teeth grazing my skin until she bites down and cries out. I barely register the pain as I explode, feeling every sensation as I come harder than I ever have in my life.

  Spots cloud my vision as I roar into her hair, feeling every beat of my orgasm pumping into her. She grasps tight, holding on, as we both tremble. No words are spoken for several minutes, both of us breathing heavy, as sex lingers in the air.

  A sense of peace settles over me, knowing we’ve connected back to where we were. I swipe my tongue over her neck where it’s still pulsing and whisper, “Tell me you forgive me.”

  “It may take days of making it up to me, but I forgive you.”

  “Days, huh? How about a lifetime?” I smile against her skin, knowing in my heart this is the right moment. No stalling, no hesitation, this is it.

  She goes stone still, and I have to pry loose enough to reach into the tree behind me. I dig the ring out of the branch and turn back, popping open the lid.

  Her eyes grow wide and start to shimmer as she looks at me in disbelief.

  “A lifetime, Bizzy. A lifetime together. Marry me.”

  “Shaw,” she breathes out.

  “Say yes, Bizzy.”

  She looks at me with hesitation written all over her face. “We’ve had the most tumultuous relationship two people can have. Our lives have changed so much in the last few months. We haven’t even lived together yet!”

  “Yes?” I press her.

  “How can I answer? Yesterday morning, we weren’t even talking more than a few minutes a day. You came here to stop me from taking a job, and laid out your life for the last few weeks that you chose not to include me in. Don’t do this to me, Shaw.”

  I smile, realizing she needs more. I’m going to have to work for this. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you for my stupid and selfish decisions. It’ll be my pleasure to shower you with gifts and all the love in my heart. You’ll never want for anything.”

  “Shaw, I don’t need gifts.”

  I brush my lips over hers then replace them with my finger. “This has nothing to do with your job. I’ve had this ring since October. I was going to slip it on your finger the night you dropped the bombshell about coming to Charlotte. Since then, I’ve had several opportunities, but right now, in this moment, with me still inside you, is when it hit me the most. I love you with everything I have. Being with me hasn’t been easy, and it’s not lost on me what I’m asking you to do. But I promise you, there will never be another day in your life where you won’t know how much you mean to me. This is not a spur of the moment thing. This has been in my mind since the day I kissed you on the beach.

  “I’ve loved you for ten years, Bizzy. Maybe it took me a while to realize the depth of that love, but since you pounced into my life that day in the hospital, you’ve had a piece of my heart. Now, you have it all…every single piece of it.”

  “Oh my God.” Tears puddle in her eyes, and she looks at me with the most love I’ve ever felt in my life.

  “Answer me.”

  She starts to nod, the tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Yes,” she rasps.

  I move quickly, taking the ring out of the box, slipping it on her finger, and crashing my mouth to hers.

  My cock grows hard again as I move us gently, me going to my back so she’s on top. I fist my hands through her hair, keeping her sealed against me until we both break away for air.

  She lifts up and lifts her hand in front of her face, her eyes growing wide again once she realizes what I’ve done. “SHAW!” she squeals, waving the hand to me. “This is over the top!”

  I lift the hand to my lips and kiss the cathedral diamond and the sides, which I had designed with diamonds in calligraphy with our initials. To anyone glancing, it looks like a huge rock, but looking closer shows the details.

  “You like?”

  “On the off-chance I’d said no, what would you have done?” she tries to ask snarkily, but it comes out sexy.

  My hands travel to her ass, and I buck into her, grinning smugly. “You do realize I never really asked, right? No wasn’t an option.”

  She starts to argue, but I bolt up and kiss her again. Then I proceed to do what I’ve wanted to since October… make love to her in nothing but my diamond.

  “Mom, we haven’t gotten that far.” Bizzy rolls her eyes at me and tosses her head to the ceiling. I take the opportunity to kiss her neck, and she starts swatting at me with her free hand.

  “No, he just proposed a few hours ago. Give me some time. This is all sort of a surprise.”

  It’s been like this for the last fifteen minutes, since Bizzy called her mom to say Merry Christmas and told her about our engagement. Rory knew, since I explained my plans on the phone last night on my way to the airport, but did her best to act surprised. I actually asked Tom’s permission out of respect. He was hesitant with his approval until I explained the intensity of my feelings.

  With or without his permission, I was coming home with Bizzy as my fiancée. When he realized this, he laughed at me and called me a cocky asshole then threatened my life if she ever hurt again.

  It was an understanding, and I took it as a challenge.

  “I’m not sure, Mom, we need to talk to talk to Maria and see. Shaw’s got a boatl
oad of clients and friends. We have a lot to work out, but I’ll be home in a week.”

  I see where this is going, so I take the phone from her hand and press the speaker button.

  “Rory, you’re on speaker. Anything you and Bizzy decide, big or small, but whatever you do, it needs to be quick. I don’t want a long engagement. She’s moving in with me the second we get back to Miami, you two can plan it.”

  Bizzy smiles wide and wiggles in my lap.

  “Okay, I’ll wait until you get back, but do you think I can call Maria?” Excitement bubbles in her voice.

  “Give us half an hour. We need to call my family, then you can go for it.”

  “I can do that.”

  “Mom, don’t go crazy here. Remember, we have playoff games, and the baby is due in early April. Logically, we should shoot for summer.” Bizzy snuggles into me.

  No one skips a beat at the mention of my son. He’s going to be one lucky son of a gun… all this love.

  We say our goodbyes, and I settle her deeper into my lap and kiss along her forehead.

  “I need to call Claire,” she mutters.

  “My family is on pins and needles… they knew this was coming. They’re first.”

  “I’d like to tell Nicky myself, if that’s okay.”

  “Go for it.” I hand her the phone and wait, knowing my brother has known this for months.

  She dials and waits, then I hear him answer.

  “Merry Christmas, Nicky.”

  His response is muffled, but she lowers her eyes and I start to get nervous.

  “Yes, he showed up. I didn’t kick him out. But I have something to tell you.” She pauses and takes a deep breath before she starts talking again. “Remember when we got drunk in college and swore we’d always be each other’s family, no matter what?”

  I go still, hearing this for the first time.

  “I wanted to be the first to tell you, we are going to be family. Shaw and I are getting married.”

  She holds her breath. I hold my own, waiting for his response.

  There’s a soft whisper as tears start to build in her eyes, and then a loud whoop, causing her to jump in my lap. She starts to laugh, her whole body shaking as she sniffs and wipes her eyes, looking at me.

  “Yes, he’s here. You can put us on speakerphone. I wanted to tell you first.”

  There’s a pause, and she looks at me with a small smile.

  “I love you too, Nicky.”

  I return her smile and feel a slow burn. The next ten minutes are filled with lots of congratulations and cheers as my family celebrates in Miami. At one point, Bizzy gets up and comes back from the kitchen with champagne and two glasses. We all toast from almost a thousand miles away, and the celebration continues. Bizzy grills Mom about the gift exchange last night and gets quiet as Mom tells her about the children that asked about her. I watch the sadness starting on her face and insist we change the conversation.

  “Nicky, great game today,” I interrupt, completely changing the subject.

  “Fire! I was on FIRE!”

  “We know.” Bizzy pours us more champagne. “We saw.”

  That’s the only time we weren’t tangled together. I argued when Bizzy turned on the TV, but she silenced me with her mouth then forced me to watch Nick dominate the field. I tried several times to turn it off and resume our personal celebration, but it was useless. I learned she can be persuasive, too, and fortunately, I benefited.

  “Can we not blow up his head more than we already have?” Mathis grunts. “He’s about to sink the house with his ego.”

  “I agree,” Dad says, and Bizzy starts to giggle.

  “I miss you all,” Bizzy tells them, clinking her glass to mine. “But we’ll be home soon.”

  “Bizzy…” My mom’s voice grows serious, and we both freeze mid-sip. “I’ll accept you’ve been through a lot. I’ll even give you leeway because of the situation, but if you go another long period of time without calling me and giving me my ‘Bizzy Time’, I’ll cut you out of my will. You’ll no longer be the sole owner of my precious rooster collection.”

  Bizzy gasps and looks at me, horrified, but I can’t help the howl that escapes. My dad, brothers, and I have given my mom some of the tackiest rooster trinkets for years to add to her beloved collection, each of us trying to outdo the other with the worst. She knows what we are doing but proudly displays them. Bizzy knows the joke, but when asked if she’d like them one day, she politely said yes because they mean so much to Mom.

  Mathis, Nick, and Dad roar on their end, fueling my humor. To me, this is not a threat. It’s a relief.

  “Maria! You wouldn’t!” Bizzy sputters, giving me the evil eye.

  “Oh, yes, young lady. I am serious!”

  “Mom, I’m gonna draw the line at upsetting my fiancée, because her face is turning red. But you have to know, that’s not much of a threat,” I tell her through my laughter.

  “Crenshaw Bennett, Lizbeth loves my roosters. She appreciates the sentiment.”

  Bizzy starts to chew on her lip, her shock disappearing and her own humor building.

  “Okay, guys, Merry Christmas! We are hanging up… I’m going to enjoy my fiancée until she has to get up and go to work. Nicky, sorry we missed today, but we’ll try to be there next week.”

  “Both your asses better be there. It’s the last game of the season before playoffs, and it’s New Year’s. I’d expect—” He starts to get riled up, but we don’t hear the rest because I hang up.

  “That’s enough calls.” I lay us back and position her close then top off our drinks and put the bottle on the floor.

  “What about Claire?”

  I know she wants to share with her best friend, but I’m too greedy to share her anymore. Tomorrow, life goes back to reality, so I take out my phone and snap a picture of her ring, sending it to Claire. Less than a minute later, we get a response with a picture of her wrist and the Rolex.

  I smile, and Bizzy leans into me, sipping her champagne.

  “I still feel bad your present is in Miami.” She cuddles closer.

  “I told you, you are my present.”

  “I can’t believe this is us.” She moves so she can gaze between the tree and me. “But I think after we drink this champagne, there’s still some making up to do.”

  “Gladly.” My dick starts to stir.

  I’m ready, she’s willing, and I have a lifetime of fuckups to make up for. Luckily for me, she’s willing to forgive.

  Chapter 30

  Bizzy

  I hold back tears as I give my last patient a hug and rub my hand over her bandana-covered head. She squeezes me tight and cries silently into my chest.

  I let her cry as I whisper reassuring words, making her promise to email me and keep me updated on her life. It’s the same thing I’ve told all the patients, making sure they had my personal email address.

  Once she’s calm, I squeeze her once more and head to the nurse’s station where Shaw is waiting for me. When I see who he’s talking to, I give a little squeal. Claire turns around and smiles, reaching out her arms.

  I rush to them and throw myself at her. “What are you doing here? I thought I was picking you up at the airport later tonight?”

  “Your fiancé helped me get in early, so we could have more time together before you leave tomorrow.”

  I move to him and kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”

  “Anytime.” He takes my hand and slips my engagement ring on, kissing my finger.

  “Holy Shit! Let me see that!” Claire semi-whispers and yanks my hand to her face. “The picture didn’t do it justice. This is incredible.”

  “Thank you.” Heat creeps up my neck.

  “Shit, Shaw, this is a bit much, don’t you think? She’s a nurse and can’t wear this at work.”

  “Nothing is too much. And I’ll be sure to pick out a band she can wear to work.”

  “Not quite
so ostentatious?”

  “Claire!” I snap at her.

  “I didn’t say that. It’s going to send a message that she is taken, but it’ll be appropriate for work.” Shaw flashes a cocky grin and wiggles his eyebrows.

  “You two are ridiculous!” I tug my hand back from her and go behind the desk to work on my charts. “Especially coming from a woman who got a fancy new watch.”

  She leans over the desk and shoves her wrist in my face. It really is beautiful. Gail did an amazing job. “I love it,” I tell her honestly.

  “How much longer do you have?” Shaw asks, looking at his own watch.

  “About thirty minutes of charts then a few quick goodbyes. I already talked to most of the staff.”

  “Okay, I’m going to head downstairs where it’s more private. It’s time for me to call.”

  “Good luck.” I lean in and give him a quick kiss.

  “What’s that about?” Claire asks when he steps into the elevator.

  “He tries to call Sasha every day around this time.”

  “How’s that going?”

  “Well, besides the fact that she texts him at least ten times a day and calls at random times with loads of personal questions, it’s been fine. We’re convinced she knows he’s with me, but he refuses to get into any arguments with her.”

  “So, if she calls all day, why does he call her?”

  “He’s keeping the peace. It’s his way of showing he’s thinking about the baby and wants to check in. She may call him all the time, but that doesn’t mean he answers. Most of the time, he drives the call to voicemail. Believe it or not, he’s been slammed with work, so he can honestly tell her he’s busy.”

  “What a mess.”

  “Yes, but he’s dealing. I’m dealing. We have about thirteen more weeks until the baby is due then comes a new round of challenges.”

  “How are you feeling? And don’t hand me any bullshit.”

  I glance around and notice a few nurses wandering around, but no one is within earshot. She comes around the desk and props against the counter, facing me. Her expression is full of concern as her eyes roam over my face.