Us Again

by Jennah Thornhill

  “Sweet Jesus, El. You're dripping all over my hand. I need in you right now.”

  The words he needs to hear giving him permission to fuck me don't come. So instead I bite my bottom lip and give him an eager nod of my head.

  “Good, because I know the minute, I slide inside of you, there's no going back for us. This is where I belong, this right here is us again.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Nate

  Being here with her like this again, is like a dream come true for me.

  I sat in that damn club and watched her dance, and I swear I nearly came in my jeans there and then. She has no clue how sexy she is. If I didn't do something, then the chances are I would be in the back of a cop car for beating some little prick for staring at her for too long.

  Just as my luck would have it, I'm not doing any of those things. Instead, I'm in the pouring rain, with my fingers buried so deep in her tight pussy. I'm sure I can feel her cervix contract around them with each stroke I give her. The eager nod she gives me telling me that she wants this just as much as I do, if not more, is all the answer I need from her.

  Taking my wallet from the back of my jeans I find the magnum condom I always keep there for emergencies such as this and open it with my teeth. Eliza's fingers go to the waistband of my jeans and one by one she pops the buttons and pushes them down my thighs, along with my Calvin Klein’s.

  “Hurry up, Nate and get that thing wrapped, I'm desperate here.”

  The urgency in her voice has me going at rapid speed to roll the rubber on my poor aching dick and ripping her silk panties off her in seconds.

  Taking her ass in my hands, I lift her up and pin her back against the wall. Which pushes her dress up to her hips. Her hair is plastered to her face from the rain, yet she's never looked so fucking beautiful. Especially when I impale her onto my dick and her eyes roll into the back of her head.

  “Holy shit, El,” my voice cracks as I take a minute to gather myself. We slept together a shit ton back in college, but in this moment, her pussy has never felt tighter.

  “Nate… Nate, I need you to move now… please.”

  Taking a deep breath, I start to kiss her neck at the same time I move my hips with deep, sharp, thrusts.

  “Oh my god, yes.”

  Her nails claw at my shoulders and neck, but I don't care she's worth it all. We're lost in each other, not caring about where we are. Or the fact that we're soaked to the bone from the weather. It's just us in this dirty alleyway and I couldn't be happier.

  Her hips continue to meet mine, as we fuck each other, both of us chasing our release. Unable to take it any longer knowing that I’m gonna cum like a freight train any minute. I place my hand between us and rub her clit furiously until she cries out. Her internal muscles clench my dick so tight; I think she might actually be strangling him.

  “Fuck, El. I’m gonna rip you in two when I finally get you in my bed.”

  With those words, a feral cry leaves the both us, as we both find our orgasms. Eliza starts to shake in my arms from the impact of hers. For the first time since the day she left me on that beach in Florida, I feel whole again. Slowly we both come down from our intense highs and finally look each other in the eyes. The only light we have is a street lamp at the opposite end of the alleyway, but I can see everything that her eyes are saying to me. I know she’s now regretting what we just did. I won’t allow her to leave me again like she did last time. If she’s going to do it, then she can at least give me a fucking good reason. I can’t just let her go again. For me I’ve always known she was my life, even when I was twenty-one and I should have done nothing, but focus on my ball career.

  “Nate, can you let me go please?” She asks as she turns her head away from my stare.

  “No. If you’re running again, then you can look me in the eyes and tell me honestly why staying with me is such a bad thing for you. I let you walk away twice before; I won’t allow you to do it again to me. I won’t recover from you a third time, El.”

  Her head snaps back to around to face me and I want to do nothing more than kiss her senseless again. I need her to remember how good together we were, once upon a time.

  “I’m your doctor, Nate. I could lose my license for this, it’s not something I can risk.”

  “That’s bullshit and you know it, El.”

  I drop her legs to the ground, my dick leaving the confines of her warm pussy. Taking a step back from her I give her room to sort herself out. While I get rid of the condom and tuck myself back into my jeans. She makes a sound that makes me think she’s in pain. I’m then taking her face in my hands checking her over before I can even stop myself.

  “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  “My back, it kinda fell out with the bricks and now it’s sore.”

  Guilt at how rough I was with her, takes over. I forgot that dress is just a piece of material covering her tits and ass.

  “Come on, you’re coming with me and I’m not taking no for an answer. We can carry on this conversation later, but right now I need to get your back cleaned up and I can’t do that out here.

  “But…” She tries to get out of it, but I just pick her purse up from the floor, along with her torn panties and scoop her up in my arms.

  Somehow, I manage to get my phone from my pocket and call Matt. Informing him where I am and that I need him to come and get us, before any lurking press sees. I cradle her to my chest after I’ve told Matt everything. Then stand with my back away from the street, where people are waiting to either get in the club or trying to hail a cab. As ever, he never fails to let me down, Matt arrives minutes later. Screeching the SUV to a halt, before he jumps out of the driver's side to open the back door for me.

  “Everything okay, boss? Need me to handle anything for you?”

  Matt’s more than just my driver, he’s the guy who I trust with my life. If I’m ever in the shit, he’s the first person I call, apart from Dean of course.

  “We’re okay, thank you Matt. I just need you to get us back to my place please, sharpish.”

  “I’m on it, boss.”

  I manage to get us both into the car without letting her go, before he closes the door behind me and gets us out of there.

  “Nate, where are you taking me? We left Dean and Sammi behind.” El says against my chest; her voice sends vibrations straight through my body. Once again, I can feel my dick start to get hard again.

  Now really isn’t the time for that. I try to tell myself, praying it will just go away and she doesn’t notice from where she’s sat on my lap.

  “Nate? I asked you a question.”

  Shit.

  “Yeah sorry, I was thinking. I’ll give Dean a text when we get back to my place. They’ll be fine, I promise.”

  Taking her back to mine probably isn’t my brightest idea, but there is no way I can go back to hers. She lives with Sammi and if she sees me there with El in this state. I just know she’s gonna start with the twenty questions, if not throw in a little violence as well. We don’t need that right now. What we do need is just time for us two to figure our shit out finally.

  Sitting in the back of the car, I lay my head back on the head rest and watch the life of L.A. pass us by. I love it here; I love my team, but if given half the chance to go back to New York with Eliza and play for the Yankees, then I would in a heartbeat.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Eliza

  I want to be pissed off with him, with myself, but I can’t find it within myself to be that way.

  Nothing has ever felt righter than the moment he touched me. His cock gave me an orgasm so great, that I thought I might pass out from it. All the feelings that I thought I could forget, came rushing back. All of a sudden, I’m eighteen again and we’re exactly how we were supposed to be… together.

  The way he took charge and declared that he was going to take care of me, when I told him about my scraped up back from the wa
ll. Only made me melt even more for him. He maybe a male slut to the outside world, but what they don’t realize, he’s that way because I made him that way. They don’t understand him like I do. They don’t get to see him the way I do. The moments like these, when he’s putting me before himself. He always did that when we were younger. This time though, it’s different for me, there’s too much stuff he doesn’t know. I’m not the perfect woman he thinks I am. I have scars that run so deep, that if they were to burst open, then neither one of us will recover from them. I can’t do that to him, the reason I left him before still stands. He doesn’t deserve to be this broken, but after tonight, I don’t think I can ever let him go again.

  This man is mine and I’m going to keep him for as long as I can… Until my time runs out and I have to leave him again.

  In this moment were us again and we’re both where were supposed to be… together.

  The ride to his place is a calm one. Nate’s head is laid back on the head rest and I’m curled up on his lap in a ball, with his arms protectively around me. Matt didn’t ask any questions when he came and got us. He just opened the back door for us and let us be. I guess when you work for one of the most famous baseball players, then discretion is the key to being good at your job.

  “We’re here, boss. Are you gonna be okay or do you need help?” I hear Matt ask from the front of the car as we pull to a stop in an underground parking garage.

  “We’ll be fine, Matt. Can you just open me the door and get the elevator for us? Then you’re free to go for the night, and Matt, thank you for tonight.”

  “Anytime, boss. Now let me get you that door, so you can get upstairs.”

  Trying his best not to jostle me around too much, Nate manages to slide out of the car, with me still curled up in his arms and carries me from the car to the elevator. When it pings, signaling its arrival, I wiggle a little, hoping that he will put me down. I’m not light, so my weight must be killing him to carry.

  “You can put me down, it’s my back that’s shredded, not my feet, I can still walk you know.”

  Sarcasm drips from my tongue, but a giggle escapes me when he looks at me as if say, ‘you’re staying exactly where you are.’

  We enter the elevator and I wiggle some more to get my point across even further.

  “Nate come on now. You carrying me can’t be good for your leg, you’ve only just had your cast off.”

  “I don’t give a shit right now, okay? Call it part of my physical therapy if you want, but I am not putting you down. I’ve waited too long to have you in my arms again like this, so I’m not letting you go. Do you understand me, El?”

  A lump forms in my throat and I try everything I have not to cry at the passion behind his words. He really does think that we’re going to be okay in the long run.

  He has no idea.

  Still with me in his arms, he somehow manages to get us inside his apartment with his key and flicks on some low lighting. Before marching across the floor, as if he’s on a mission. The entire time, my arms are wrapped around his neck and my lips nuzzle the slight stubble he has on his face.

  “I could get used to this you know,” I chuckle against his skin.

  “You can count on it, baby. If I had my way, I would never put you down.”

  Kicking at another door, we enter a room that’s in complete darkness. Yet he knows his way around it and takes us through straight into yet another room. Where he flicks on the light and I register we’re in a bathroom. With a growl from deep in his throat, he begrudgingly slides me down his body, until we’re front to front. His hands are gripping my hips with a fierce grip.

  “I need to take care of you now and you’re gonna let me, with no complaints.”

  His voice is nothing but a whisper. The seriousness of the look he has on his face, tells me I’m not argue with him. Instead of saying anything in response, I lift my arms slowly above my head, trying my best not to wince from the pain in my back. Immediately he gets what I’m inviting him to do and he bends at the knees, his eyes never leaving mine. He takes the bottom of my dress in his hands, starts to pull it up my body and over my head, before throwing it somewhere on the floor. Baring my braless, breasts to him.

  “You won’t be needing that.”

  Shit. Sammi won’t be pleased if she knew how the dress had ended up tonight.

  My thoughts of Sammi and the dress are disturbed, when I feel Nate’s lips wrap around one of my nipples, causing me to moan out loud.

  “Jesus, Nate. You could warn a girl before you do that.”

  I feel him grin against my puckered nipple, before he traces soft kisses from my breast and up to my neck.

  “You’re so soft, El. I’ve missed you more than you will ever know,” he murmurs into my ear.

  “Let’s get you into the shower and your back cleaned.”

  Falling to his knees in front of me, I know the minute he sees the faded silver markings on my hips and thighs, because he lets out a gasp.

  “Erm, El? Where have these come from?” he asks, confusion in his tone.

  Panic starts to consume me, I forgot about them when his mouth was on me. He wouldn’t have seen them when we going at it like rabbits earlier, because of the dark and the fact I still had my dress on. Now though, I’m going have to lie to him and it’s going to break my heart to do it.

  “I… I got really fat after we split up, I comfort eat for ages so I piled the weight on, which caused my skin to stretch.”

  Way to go, El.

  “No matter what, you’ll always be beautiful to me.”

  In this moment, I don’t know if I want to scream at him or cry. He has no idea what I went through and why. The day he finds out, will be the day that will be the end of us permanently. I try and control my emotions the best I can, but fail slightly, when he stands back to his full height and wipes away a tear that sneaked out.

  “Don’t cry, baby. We’re here now and together, we can help each other fight our demons.”

  Taking a step back from me, he strips out of his clothes, giving them the same treatment as he did my dress. Stepping around me, I hear the shower turn on before he comes back to and scoops me up in his arms.

  “This might be cold at first,” he warns me.

  Fuck me, he wasn’t wrong. The water hits my already sensitive skin and I grit my teeth so hard, I’m pretty sure I hear my molars crack under the pressure.

  “It’ll warm up in a sec, I promise.”

  I don’t answer Nate, instead I lock my legs around his waist as tight as I can and nuzzle into his neck.

  “El, you can’t stay there, baby. I need to wash you; you may have dirt and god knows what else stuck into your skin.”

  Pushing my legs down and away from his hips, I reluctantly let him and plant my feet on the tiled shower floor.

  “Turn around for me, my little Bambi.”

  Placing his strong hands on my shoulders, he guides me around, until I’m facing the wall behind me. Leaning over my small frame with ease, he takes a washcloth and some shower gel from the rack that’s in the corner.

  “You’ve got a few grazes that will be sore over the next few days, but nothing major.”

  The washcloth gets squirted with his manly shower gel and the scent hits my nose immediately. Mint and Tea Tree invade my senses and it calms me instantly. The smell of Nate is being rubbed all over my skin and I couldn’t be happier about it. He massages the cloth in circular motions over my back and it stings at first, but gradually I get used to it. Coming around to my front, he looks down at me from under his dark wet lashes and gives me his devil smirk. The smirk that told me years ago that I was in trouble and I was about to me sent to the stars and back.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Nate

  Being the only child, I’ve always felt like I had something to prove to my parents. That I wasn’t going to be a failure and that I wasn’t going to be one big fucking disappointment t
o them. I lived my childhood always trying to please them and I thought that was what was expected of me by everyone. Everyone that is, until Eliza.

  She taught me in college that I can only try my best and be the person I am. If people don’t like it, then they can fuck off. I adapted that thought process the entire time we were together when we were college. Then when she left, I came to the conclusion that I just wasn’t good enough for her. That I had failed and that was her real reason for leaving me, she just didn’t want to tell me. So I went back to putting myself on that pedestal to prove to her and the world that I was and would be the best baseball player America had ever seen. The only thing is, standing under the cascading water in my shower and looking her in the eyes, I can tell that I am enough for her.

  Lifting my lips into a smirk that she knows all too well, I drop to my knees on the shower floor and grip her hips. Pulling her towards me and my greedy mouth.

  “If I don’t get to taste your sweet pussy soon, then I might just die right here.” I tell her.

  “Nate, you… Arrgh…”

  Her words are cut short when I latch onto her clit and pull it into my mouth.

  I swear she tastes better than ever.

  “Watch me. El. Watch me eat you all up, until you’re shaking from your orgasm.” I tell her from my position at her feet.

  “Keep them beautiful eyes open.”

  Rolling my tongue around her nub of sensitive nerves, I suck it back into my mouth before letting it go with a pop. Letting go of one of her hips, I spread her open with my fingers and stroke her inner walls with my tongue. Her knees start to buckle and I hear her hands slap the walls of the shower either side of her.

  “Oh, fucking hell, Nate,” she moans.

  I look at her and notice she’s now squeezing her eyes shut.

  “Eyes, Eliza. Now.” I growl at her.

  When I’m satisfied that she’s now back to looking down at me, I go back to working her into a frenzy. My dicks once again solid between my thighs. I would love nothing more than to slide into her wet pussy right now, but I’m stubborn and I have to give us both this. The orgasm I can tell she’s so desperately chasing and me the satisfaction of watching her come apart from my mouth alone. She’s not far off from seeing the stars I know she sees when I do this. So, for the finale, I suck her clit back into my mouth and I don’t stop until she’s screaming.