by J. Grandison
I sigh heavily as I head to the door. Opening it, I nearly groan with dismay at who it is.
“What do you want?” I ask Charlie. For such a sweet looking girl, she sure can be duplicitous.
“I just thought you might want to know that your little boyfriend is in jail for assaulting me,” she says with a grin, and I know it’s bullshit. She does have a red handprint on her cheek that looks like it’s starting to bruise, although it looks much too small to be Shawn’s hand.
“What did you do?” I growl out through my clenched teeth. I can’t believe she has the gall to even report such a fabrication.
“I did what I had to do. Shawn was supposed to be mine. Everyone knows it; even his parents wanted it.” She places her hands on her hips. Her haughty expression does nothing to calm the rage boiling up inside of me. Her smile nearly kills me as her grin widens further, letting me know she has won this round.
“It was easy for me to convince the officers. Who are they going to believe…poor little me or Shawn? I just cried with a little lip trembling, and they were putty in my hands,” she confesses as she tosses her hair over her shoulders.
I have never hit a female before, but right now, I’m as close as I hope to ever be. Taking a step toward Charlie, there is suddenly an arm pulling me away from her. I look up into Tristan’s pale face.
“Come on, she’s not worth it. Let’s go get Shawn,” he says as he steers me back into my room. He slams the door in Charlie’s face, and I can hear her screaming profanities at us through the door.
“How are we going to get Shawn?” I ask as my shoulders slump in defeat. I can’t believe she had the audacity to do all this just because Shawn wasn’t interested in her. That woman is insane.
“This is how,” he replies as he lifts his phone and shows me the video he just recorded of Charlie. The sound is clear as it echoes throughout my room. He caught the entire thing on video.
“If I didn’t love Shawn so much, I would kiss you right now,” I tell him as I grab my jacket. Tristan blushes.
Collecting my keys, I head out the door with Tristan following close behind. I lock the door and don’t look back as we make our way out into the parking lot. Thankfully, Tristan has a truck parked near the door because I don’t want to risk seeing Charlie again. I might forget the lessons I’ve been taught about never hitting a girl. She has caused enough damage with Shawn that I want to lash out at her, make her suffer just as much. I know it’s not right nor would I ever do it, but the thought is there all the same.
We arrive at the police station just as another woman does. She looks at me strangely for just a moment before saying my name. I’m stunned that she knows me.
“Shawn told me about you. I’m his mother.” My cheeks flush as she says this, and I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say as I put my hand out. She quickly takes it and pulls me in for a hug.
“My son loves you, and that makes you family,” she replies with her soft southern drawl, and my heart leaps in my chest. Shawn loves me? I mean I know I’m falling in love with him but finding out it’s reciprocated is almost painful with the joy I am experiencing.
“Come on, you two, let’s get both of yours’ guy out before they have a chance to process him,” Tristan interrupts as he holds the door open impatiently for us. I smile down at the sweet face of Mrs. Dominique.
Leading her through the door in the brightly lit lobby, officers are moving around the back section of the precinct to the many desks lined up behind the counter. I can see Shawn in one of the chairs, and a cop is talking to him.
A kind-looking woman comes over to counter.
“May I help you?” she asks. The name Rubio is on her tag.
I’m about to speak, but Tristan beats me to it.
“We have evidence that proves that Shawn Dominique did not assault the Pettigrew girl,” he says loudly, and Shawn turns and notices us. His eyes widen, and I can tell he’s surprised to see us.
The officer sitting beside Shawn stands up and walks over to the counter. He takes his time, and you can tell by his swagger that he expects us to have nothing. My grin broadens, and I can’t help but throw Shawn a quick wink. Police never want to admit that they are wrong, but in this case, they are very wrong.
“What you got?” he inquires when he’s finally standing in front of us.
Tristan pulls out his phone and plays the video he captured outside my dorm room. The officer’s face gets redder and redder as he watches how he was duped by a small girl. When the recording finishes, the man’s demeanor has completely changed.
“I bet if you measure the handprint marking, it’s the size of her own hand. Shawn’s would have covered her entire face,” I suggest, and the officer nods his head before going over and releasing Shawn.
He rubs his wrists as the handcuffs come off. I can’t believe they kept him cuffed the entire time they were talking to him. What a load of crap!
“I’m sorry, Shawn. I should have investigated the matter further before arresting you,” the cop apologizes, and Shawn just shakes his head.
“Believe me, she can look innocent, but the girl is certifiable,” he responds.
“We will be picking her up for falsifying a police report,” the officer says, and Shawn smiles so wide, his eyes sparkle and those dimples I love so much pop out in his cheeks.
He shakes the man’s hand before making his way over to me. He pulls me into his arms, not caring who is watching him, and I melt against him. I can feel his warmth seep into me as though dissolving away any lingering doubts. I have no need for them anymore. This is the man for me. I will move mountains if I must, to ensure I have my love right here in my embrace, the way he always should have been. I know I was made for him the same way he was made for me.
Shawn’s mom comes over and wraps her arms around both of us. I am so shocked by her open display of acceptance. Looking up at Shawn, he is also staring down at her in surprise. I think he needed to see her like this to understand that she loves him unconditionally. He may have an asshat for a dad, but he has a wonderful mother. In a way, she’s even more special than a mother from blood because she chose to keep him. She chose to accept another woman’s child as her own and to love him with all she has in her. To me, that makes her better than any woman I have ever met. Shawn is truly lucky to have her in his life.
“I was so scared,” she whispers against his chest. “And to think I had encouraged you to date her.” She looks up at her son as though she can’t believe how foolish she was. All parents ever want is for their children to be happy. I’m sure she thought that by having someone in his life, he would feel that way. Little did she know, he would never have achieved any sort of contentment with her. But his mother knows now, and that’s what is important. Everything else can be worked out given enough time.
“It’s okay, Mom.” I can tell he’s uncomfortable and unsure what to say to her. He loves her but being raised in a house where he has probably been condemned for the emotions he’s shown has made him the way he is now. The fact that he can still love fully and unconditionally tells me that he’s an amazing man from his core, no matter what his father has done to him.
“Let’s go home,” she says with so much hope in her eyes.
“You know that can’t happen. You know Dad will just throw me out again,” Shawn tells her, and she looks crestfallen as she realizes how right he is.
“You’ll always have a home with me,” she reassures, though there is doubt in her voice.
“It’s time for me to be on my own, anyway. I’m a grown-ass man. He just gave me the nudge I needed, and honestly, it will be refreshing to not hide who I am anymore.” Shawn smiles down at her and gives her another hug, still not releasing me.
“When I get settled, you can come visit me,” he tells her, and she nods her head, though there are still tears in her eyes. She knows it’s time to let her son make his way in the world.
“I’ll call you,” Shawn says and kisses the top of her head before stepping away from her, and we all head out to the parking lot. Tristan claps Shawn on the shoulder in a show of comradery.
“Thanks, man, for the help. I owe you one,” Shawn tells Tristan, but he just shakes his head.
“It was nothing. Let’s just say, it was to make up for the video outside of the library. I no longer give a shit if Charlie tells everyone I’m gay. I shouldn’t have allowed her to bully me in the first place.”
We all start piling into his truck. I sit in the middle between them since it’s only a three-seater. I can’t seem to take my eyes off Shawn the whole way back to the dorm. He is so sexy and all mine. He places his hand on my thigh, and I settle mine on top of his, enjoying the feel of his heat and flesh. I can’t wait to get back and finally be together. I hope he doesn’t turn me down tonight because I need him. I need to feel like I belong to him, branded by him, inside and out.
Tristan says goodbye at his room, and we thank him again as I unlock my door. I toss my jacket aside and sigh. It has been a crazy day, and now, it’s just the two of us. Shawn closes and then locks the door behind him. He rests his back against it and stares across the room at me with heated eyes. Eyes that say he will devour me completely. I want that more than I want my next breath. He stalks toward me, and my heart starts racing, my palms become sweaty, and my cock fills out, tenting my jeans.
“What do you think about Detroit?” Shawn asks as he runs his finger down my chest until he reaches the bottom of my shirt. I can’t seem to be able to concentrate on what he’s saying as his hand slides up the bottom of my shirt and his bare hand presses against my stomach, making my dick jerk behind my zipper. He has always had such a profound effect on me, and I can see that hasn’t changed. I doubt it ever will. I can’t see myself growing tired of him touching me.
“So, Detroit?” he asks again, against my lips this time. I groan as my tongue darts out against his full, pillowy lips. I love the way he tastes.
“Huh?” is all I can manage as my mind races with all the things I would like to do with him. Hell, the things I want him to do to me. He steps back with his hand between us.
“I want you to move with me to Detroit. I signed a contract to play baseball there.” He looks at me with uncertainty, but I just smile at him because I know what he’s asking, and I know he’s worried about my answer.
“Yes. I will go anywhere with you as long as we can be together,” I reply honestly.
I’m sure I can find an art school there that is comparable to this one if not better, and the huge selling point is that we can be together there. Not that being here would have stopped us, but perhaps, we will not need to sneak around. There are plenty of athletes that are out of the closet these days.
Shawn pulls me against him, and his mouth slams down on mine with so much need that he swallows the moan that escapes my throat. His own groan vibrates my lips, making the need between us triple. His fingers slide through my hair, and the pull of his fingers only increases my desire. The need to be dominated, owned by him is overwheming.
“Please,” I beg, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for.
He releases me, but only long enough for him to lift my shirt over my head, letting the fabric drift to the floor, forgotten, unneeded. His hand runs down my chest on its way to the enclosure of my pants. He slides his hand into the denim of my jeans and under the elastic of my boxers. His hand clasps around my engorged length, and a hiss escapes my lips. I love his touch on me. I love anything he does to me.
“I’m ready now. I have all my shit together, and I need to make you mine. Entirely mine,” Shawn informs as he growls at the end, letting me know he means every word. As though I do not see it in his eyes. It’s the same need and desire that I’m sure is reflected in mine, as well.
“Yes, please. I need you,” I tell him, even though I’m making myself vulnerable. I know it’s the right decision when his eyes blaze, and he quickly jerks my pants open. I grab his t-shirt and pull it over his head, sending it in the same direction as my own.
The man is so damn perfect. His body is chiseled to perfection, honed as the athlete he is. I press my lips over his heart and feel its rapid beat that matches my own. He wants me as desperately as I want him. His breath catches at my tender action. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back.
“I fucking love you,” Shawn stresses, as though tormented with the emotions, and I understand how he feels.
“I love you, too,” I respond to him with such honesty and hope for our future. I want to grow old with this man. I want him to know he will always have my heart, as tender as it is. I give it to him freely without any restrictions. I belong to him as much as he belongs to me.
“Take me, Shawn,” I implore, and he groans. His eyes close as though to absorb my words, reflecting on them, relishing them for what they mean.
“Do you still have the lube?” he asks when he finally looks at me again. There is so much fire and need within his gaze that my cock pulses, and I feel a drop of pre-cum dampen my boxers.
“Yes.” I point to the bedside table, and he walks over to it and opens the drawer. I should be embarrassed by what he will find, but I’m not. I just hold my breath as he pulls the lube out along with a small dildo I like to use when I’m alone. I have always liked anal stimulation when jacking off. Because of that, I have known I would be a bottom for a long time. The first time I discovered my prostate, I came within seconds. The feeling of my finger or the dildo rubbing against the bulbous tissue is something that I know I love.
“I think my man is very naughty,” Shawn kids as he holds it up and grins at me. I feel my cheeks flush with heat. Not from being embarrassed, but from him calling me his man. I need that with such desperation. He lays both objects on the bed and puts his hand out for me.
“Come,” he encourages, and I nearly do as I make my way over to him. The need to please him is my only thought at this point. I will do whatever he asks of me if we both get the orgasms we need. I place my hand in his, and he pulls me in the rest of the way. Kneeling in front of me, he helps me out of my shoes and tugs my pants and boxers off. He discards them over his shoulder before standing.
“Show me how you prepare yourself to take this,” he says pointing at the dildo. “Lay down on the bed and show me what you do when you’re thinking about me.” His voice is raspy, the need clearly heard in every syllable.
I swallow hard before climbing on the bed. I grab my cock at the root and stroke it up to the tip, a pearly drop appears on my flesh. I’m not sure how long I can last with Shawn’s heated eyes on me.
I let my cock go and grab the lube. Opening the cap, I squeeze a few drops on my finger then rub the slippery liquid against my puckered hole, bearing down. My finger pops through the tight ring of muscle. Shawn groans as his eyes follow my finger as it disappears inside of me. I thrust in and out a few times before stopping. Grabbing the small toy, I lube it up with more of the cool gel. I press it to my anus and push down, taking it inside of me with one smooth thrust of my hand. I moan as the burning, stretching feeling nearly takes me over the edge.
“Fuck!” he growls. I look up and watch as Shawn quickly pulls his pants off. The boxer-briefs immediately follow until he is standing in front of me with his huge cock pointing directly at me as though begging for a turn. I slide the dildo in and out of my tight, clasping heat, and his eyes track it. He strokes his cock as he watches the blue silicone appear and disappear inside of me. His gaze is hungry, and it sets me on fire as
my cock pulses against my belly.
Suddenly, his hands push mine away, and it’s him working the toy in and out of me. His breathing is harsh, and I know he needs to be buried in me as much as I need him there. He leans down and takes my cock in his mouth as he continues to move the dildo in my ass. I nearly cum harder than I ever imagined was possible. I bite into my lip to keep from erupting.
“Now! I need you now,” I cry out. He slowly pulls the blue cylinder out of me. I groan at the loss of friction, but he quickly places the tip of his cock against my hole.
“I want to take you bare. I promise I have never done anything without a condom, and I know you’re clean,” Shawn murmurs as he pants for breath. A fine sheen of sweat glistens over his lip and forehead as he stares down at me.
“I trust you,” I whisper, and I do. I know Shawn would never do anything that could hurt me. He smiles down at me and takes my mouth with so much passion that I nearly forget where we are and what we’re doing until I feel the pressure of him against my clenching portal. I push down as hard as I can. Shawn is about double the size of my toy, and I know it will burn, but I look forward to the little bit of pain. He moans as he pushes through the tight ring, and his cockhead submerges in my heat.
“Unfucking…believable,” he groans as he pushes further in. I pant as my body gives way to his. It burns more than I thought it would. My hole widens and swallows him inch by inch as he works his way inside of me. Then, his shaft hits my sweet spot, the spongy protrusion of pleasure, and my back arches off the bed. I cry out with the joy of our joining bodies and the mounting intensity. I have never known anything to feel as good as this. Our bodies melding as one.
“I’m almost in,” he encourages as he pushes further, until his balls rest against my ass cheeks. “So good,” he groans as he holds still above me, looking like a god who has claimed his own territory. His muscles flex and a drop of sweat rolls down his chest. I lean up and lick it away. Even his sweat tastes sweet.
“I need to move,” Shawn says through his clenched jaw, and I see what waiting is doing to him. I’m grateful that he gave me time to adjust.
