by Mj Fields
With the team lined up at the bar, the six of us push the shots forward. They all pick them up.
“Fuck yes!” Logan holds his up. “Fuck. Yes!”
They all toss them back, and then the crowd surrounds them.
Trucker is still looking at me, which makes me laugh.
He winks then turns his back to me to receive his well-deserved praise.
I can feel him watching me, but I barely have time to breathe, let alone talk to him. I suppose it should frustrate me, but it doesn’t. It makes me smile.
Throughout the night, I watch him dance and drink and smile and laugh. Seeing other women’s hands groping his chest, grinding against him, and yes, attempting to kiss him would probably make me insanely jealous, if it wasn’t for the fact he would push their hands off him, turn away, move to a different part of the floor, and always look at me apologetically. I knew it wasn’t his fault, and I also knew it would be something I would have to deal with on nights like this, when emotions are soaring over the win. Knowing it is me he’s going to be kissing, touching, having sex with, it makes it so much easier to deal.
The night flies by so fast that, when the DJ announces last call, I can’t believe it’s already over.
When the bar is empty, I’m exhausted, and my feet ache, but it doesn’t slow me down. In fact, I move faster.
When I open the apartment door, I see the bathroom door is open and I hear the shower is running. I quickly strip off my clothes as I walk toward it. Naked, I pull back the shower curtain.
He smiles. “Took you long enough.”
He glides his lips across mine as he cups my breast then pinches my nipple. I moan.
“For some reason, it was a really busy night at work, your highness.”
“Oh, yeah? I wonder why?” He rubs his lips over my cheek and kisses up to my ear.
“Some hotshot football team won a big game.”
“Did you watch?” he asks as he runs his hand down my belly slowly.
“Yeah, I have this thing for the quarterback,” I answer, taking his cock in my hand.
“Does it make you wet to watch him?” He rubs a finger up and down my slit.
“Incredibly,” I moan.
“With the season over, do you think you could get this worked up over a regular guy like me?”
I lean in and whisper, “Absolutely.”
I kiss down his neck then pause to lick down the center of his throat. He moans and pushes a finger inside of me.
Moving down his hard, broad chest, I push my fingers into his flesh and taste his skin. I flick my tongue across his nipple, and he inhales a quick breath.
I look up into his eyes, so blue but so dark and filled with desire.
His lips curl softly, and I close my eyes, moving back up to kiss his lips. He groans and tries to control the kiss.
Pulling back, I shake my head at him then kiss his chest again, moving down his six pack, licking and kissing every inch of him that I can.
“Ray,” he moans while I am on my knees in front of him.
“Let me show you how much a regular guy like you turns me on.” Taking his hard, large shaft in my hand, I swipe my tongue across its broad head, and then watch as he tilts his head back, a growl escaping past his lips.
Stroking him gently, I watch his nostrils flare and his jaw clench as he bites down hard, his lips separated, and his teeth are slightly bared. The muscles in his jaw flex, and so, too, do my insides.
It’s so raw—his response to my touch, almost animalistic. And I am so turned on by his show of emotion, his need, his desire.
I kiss and lick his head again and am rewarded with his sexy sounds.
“Fuck!” he growls.
I lightly skim my tongue across his erection and to his left inner thigh, where I suck again. His erection twitches, and he fists my hair.
“Jesus, Ray,” he growls.
The way he groans and moans is the equivalent of ten gold stars, and I’m going to make damn sure I earn them.
Taking his shaft in my hands, I stroke him as I lightly flick my tongue along his wide, throbbing tip. My reward is a small bead of his cum forming at its peak. I lick it up, savoring his taste, and then I sheath my teeth as I suck hard, moving down his length until I can’t take any more of him.
“Ray,” he praises as a deep, guttural sound escapes his chest.
I move my free hand slowly up his leg to cup him as I continue sucking up and down his length. I lick down him, tonguing the bulging veins running down the full length of him, and he grips my hair more forcefully.
“Damn …” he hisses
I suck harder as he thrusts into my mouth, causing me to gag slightly.
He looks down almost apologetically.
I reach behind him and grab his rock-hard ass, pulling him closer
“You suck me so fucking good,” he growls.
His words cause me to burn deep inside, turning me on further.
I pull back and flick my tongue across his head again, wanting to taste him, wanting more of his cum. Then, hollowing my cheeks, I go down harder, faster.
“Fuuccckkk … Stop before I come, Ray.”
I shake my head and continue giving him what he’s earned, begging for what I need.
The first hot, thick burst hits the back of my throat, and I moan in delight. He groans as I pump him and feel him twitch again. Then I suck hard down his length again, and he releases my hair to grab the curtain.
“Jesus … shitt … fuuuccck …”
The next hot burst is even more of a mouthful, followed by another.
Gasping, I lean back and swallow everything he gave me. Then I open my eyes and look up at him.
He’s biting his lip, his nostrils flaring.
Feeling him twitch again in my hand, I stroke him, and his upper lip curls. I open my mouth just as he comes again.
When he is empty, he drops to his knees, no longer shielding the water from hitting me. He glides his thumb up my chin and into my mouth.
“Missed some, Ray,” he pants out.
I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck.
“That’s my girl.” He then growls, “Mine.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
End of fall
Trucker
With the semester over and a Bowl game to prepare for, I have seen less of her than I want to. It causes issues because I want to see her, but I have so much shit to do that I’m overwhelmed. She makes no demands, though. Takes what time I can give her and never makes me feel bad when I show up after two days of emoji texts with a bag of McDonalds.
Her eyes fucking sparkle when I give her a damn Big Mac like it’s the fucking world. It’s not shit. She gave me the greatest season of my life, and I give her Big Macs and orgasms.
With Christmas around the corner and a bank account that’s near busted, I’m stressing about what I can do to make up for the lack of time I have given her. Normally, we would be hopping back to our hometown to chill, but preparing for the Bowl is crucial to Logan and me. We know scouts have been swarming, but we haven’t been contacted. Coach Brown tells us to give it everything at the Fiesta Bowl and we will be “finer than frog’s hair.”
Logan’s dad, Lucas, mentioned a couple of his properties in Syracuse need attention that he won’t be able to give it because of the holidays. He knows I don’t give a damn about the holidays, because my old man will probably be on the road.
I need the cash, but I also need to give her some time. Because of the Bowl, cuddle season looks like it’s going to be cut short, and I want more time. I want the semester, and something deep inside me knows I want a hell of a lot more than that.
As fucked up as her life has been, she’s fucking sunshine and softness. She works her ass off at learning how to read again, continues to draw, works as much as Lou allows, and pays her bills. Next to what she’s been up against and what she does to overcome it, the shit she fought to make it through makes my beginnings look like nothing. And when
I really think about it, I feel like a snot-nosed, entitled, bratty kid, playing a game. But fuck if she doesn’t show me I’m a goddamn man.
The team was allowed to stay on South Campus. Coach Brown pushed for it, and we all agreed, working-out together, eating together, practicing twice a day, and watching not only our opposing team, UConn, but our own tapes from this season to learn everything we can to win this fucking game.
Standing outside her door, I look down at the phone. She sent me the moon three hours ago. It’s now one in the morning. I shouldn’t have come. I mean, what the fuck is the sense, since we have an eight a.m. gym time?
I use my key and walk into her place, quietly shutting the door behind me.
She’s asleep in bed. The moon is shining through the window. God, how I love her lips, her mouth. She even looks like she’s smiling as she sleeps, all wrapped up in a blanket with her feet covered in fuzzy, funky socks sticking out of the bottom. She’s hugging a pillow that for some damn reason now feels like a traitorous enemy and not something I have slept on comfortably several nights a week.
I toe off my boots then take my shirt off as I walk over. Sliding into bed next to her, I lift her head so it rests on my chest and toss the pillow on the floor.
I watch her sleep so peacefully that I feel guilty for wanting her so badly. I kiss the top of her head, and she wraps her arms around me and inhales. When she exhales, I hear my name escape within it.
I wake to lips … hot, wet lips, and not on my mouth.
I look down to a white blanket raised in the air.
“There’s a fucking ghost giving me a blowjob in my girl’s bed.”
Her giggle vibrates around my cock, and then I fall out of her mouth. “It’s the ghost of Christmas present.”
“Best Christmas present ever, ghost.” I place my hand on what I think is her head and push it back down. “Hurry up before she finds out.”
I feel her lick my cock from root to tip as she moans, “Mmm …”
I look over at my phone and see it’s seven thirty. “I have half an hour before I have to hit the gym.” I throw the blanket off us, and she smirks, mouth full of cock.
Reaching down, I grab her underneath her arms and pull her up.
“Hey.” She scowls at me. “Give it back.”
“Ghost blowjobs are fucking amazing, Ray, but I’m gonna have to make this fast,” I tell her, reaching down between her legs. “So fucking wet.”
I go to flip her over, but she resists.
“You okay?”
She grabs my wrists and pushes them above my head, holding my hands down.
“You know I could take you at any time.”
“But I wanna take you.” She releases one hand to reach between us, rubbing my cock against her hot, little pussy before sliding down on me.
“Fuck, Ray. Take it all, babe. Ride.”
And she does.
After practice, I call her, and she answers with, “Hi!”
She always sounds so damn excited to hear from me.
“I need to do some Christmas shopping. You wanna go with me?”
“Umm …” She pauses.
“We’ll head out of town, Ray. Just need to grab a couple things. You in?”
“Yeah,” she whispers. “Do you think I should get Lou and Reda something?”
“I don’t know. Do they celebrate at the bar?”
“I’m working Christmas Eve night, so I guess.”
“I know we haven’t talked about it, but … you going to see your mom’s friend?”
“I’m working Christmas night, too.”
“What? That’s bullshit, Ray.”
“I offered,” she whispers.
I don’t push. I’m sure she has her reasons.
“So, you wanna go?”
“Sure.” She doesn’t sound convincing.
“Ray, I hate this shit. Come with me. At least I’ll enjoy the company.”
I pull up in front of the bar and start to get out of my truck, but she’s already out the door and opening the passenger side. She’s wearing one of my baseball hats, a sweater that’s bigger than her, a pair of leggings, and a pair of Ugg boots with fuzzy socks peeking out of the top. She looks fucking adorable.
“I could have gotten the door.”
She smiles and holds up both hands covered in thick, black mittens. “I have two hands.”
I grab one and pull her toward me, giving her a quick kiss that makes my dick stir. Then I wait for her to buckle up.
Pulling out on the street, I gun it, causing the truck to fishtail as we head down the road.
“You’re crazy.” She giggles, gripping the oh-shit handle.
Once Boom is all straightened out, I reach over and take her hand again.
We drive an hour away to the outlet mall in Seneca Falls. It’s snowing like crazy when we get there. Big, fluffy-looking flakes, too, and the way she looks at them makes them beautiful.
I park near the food court and get out of the truck, hurrying around it to get her door and seeing her attempt to open it.
When she sees me giving her the don’t you dare look she sits back and waits for me to open it.
When she gets out, she shivers. I shrug off my pea coat and throw it over her shoulders before taking her hand.
“Hungry?”
“I had a sandwich before you called, but if you are—”
“I ate, too. How about some hot cocoa?”
She nods and smiles. “That sounds really good.”
As we stand in line, she looks around, not saying anything. She’s not smiling, but she looks so damn content.
When I hand her the cup of hot cocoa, she wraps her hands around it and sighs. “Feels good.” She takes her first sip and closes her eyes, savoring it.
I can’t help laughing when she looks up at me with some whipped cream on her nose. I reach up and wipe it off then lick it off my thumb. “Tastes good, too.”
Walking around, she sees a wine and spirits store. “Can we?”
“Of course.” I reach out and open the door. “After you.”
Inside, we walk around and look at the mugs, flasks, wine glasses, and anything you can think of to do with alcohol.
I watch as she looks at prices. I can tell she’s trying to figure out how much she has to spend.
I see a picnic basket and stop to look at it. “Think this is cool?”
“It’s pretty.”
“Lucas and Tessa are done. Just gotta get my dad, Logan, and his sister Ava something. Then I need to figure out what to get you.”
“It’s not necessary, not at all.”
I want to ask her what she does to celebrate when she’s with family, or her mom’s best friend’s family, but I don’t want to push, and I sure as fuck don’t want to say, Christmas mornings, I wait until around ten in the morning to go hang out with the Links’ family. Then I make some shit excuse so that I don’t have to go to the Ross/Hines/Links festivities.
Ray buys wine glasses and has them engraved with all her coworker’s names, and she buys Lou a stein with his. I end up getting Logan’s sister one with her name on it, and they engrave the ones that came with the basket, as well.
Walking by a jewelry shop, I pause and look inside. “I wonder if they have footballs.”
“At a jewelry shop?” She cocks her head to the side, and I laugh as I scratch behind her ear.
“It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” I joke, and she smacks me. “Pendants, Ray, pendants.”
Logan and I both have platinum chains we wear, and I thought I would get him a football pendant with the year on it so he will have a souvenir of our best season yet.
“I love that idea. Very thoughtful. Mom and I always exchanged gifts we made for each other.” She laughs. “I always felt sorry for her when she’d get mine.”
“I’m sure she loved them.”
She never had a tree, or stockings hung by a fireplace or off a banister on a stairway. We both agreed it wasn’t a big
deal.
But, was it?
Christmas Eve, I stop in to check on my dad and am shocked to see my mom is there, too. She sits on the couch, chewing her nails, lost in fucking space, eyes red from whatever the fuck she took that puts her in a place where she is clearly two hits away from drooling on herself.
He apologizes for not being at any of my games, and I try to act like it’s no fucking big thing, because honestly, it hasn’t been as hard this year as the previous ones.
When my mother gets up, not saying one word, and goes into their bedroom, I look at him and ask, “Why the fuck would you—”
“She’s your mother,” he cuts me off.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
“That’s enough.” He stands up and walks into the kitchen that is clean … for once.
“I’m sick of being the reason you put up with that shit. She’s never been my fucking mother. Never.”
“I’m not having this discussion with you.” He pours himself a cup of coffee.
“No need for a damn discussion. Maybe a fucking reality check. I’m sick and fucking tired of the noose you’ve placed around your neck being my damn fault. You want her here, you own it. Don’t try to put one around my fucking neck, too.”
When he doesn’t say anything, I throw my hands in the air. “Merry fucking Christmas, old man.”
I walk out and get into my truck. I could go to Logan’s, but Ava is coming home and they have plans. Plans that, as a boy, I would have no problem crashing. I’m not a fucking boy anymore. I’m a man.
Where the fuck does a man go when he has no family on Christmas Eve? The gym.
As I lie on the bench, lifting, I think about Ray and what I really want to do right now—fuck her.
She insisted I go home, since she’s working anyway, but fuck if I don’t need her. And double-fuck if I don’t want to give her the gift I bought her, as well as the one I made her. That was our agreement—to give gifts we made. Took me a hot minute to come up with something, too. And since I made her gift, I have been really worried it’s not good enough.
