by Ted Evans
“Mom, that was in the past. Why can’t you get over it?”
She made a face, something between a frown and moving her nose as if there was a bad smell in the kitchen. I just came in here to grab a beer and check what’s going on with the business. Luckily, since retiring early from football, my face still hit the headlines which made it quite easy for me to continue working in the sports industry. I hardly go to the office. Maybe once or twice a week. What’s the point of being the boss if I need to work every single second of the day? I make sure that my role as a dad required that type of dedication. I knew that Gia would leave home and then I would be alone. Until that day, I intended to spend as much time with her as possible. I did most of the kindergarten runs with Olivia helping me out once-in-a-while and mom being here whenever I got too involved with work and lost my way.
She handed me a bottle of beer. I knew that whatever she had to say, I wasn’t going to like it one bit. We never did agree when it came to Nia. Even dad didn’t like her. In fact, no one from my family liked her.
“She just thinks that she’s better than everyone. Always, looking down at people, I just felt that you could do better.”
“Mom, you know why she behaved like that. It wasn’t really because she thought that she was better than everyone.”
Mom grabbed a beer, and then I looked down, and Gia was standing there just watching us as if she was looking at a tennis match. She was the sweetest little girl ever, and I wondered what I would do without her in my life. Before I used to think that the last thing that I wanted was a family, but with her, it just felt natural.
“Daddy,” she said as she reached up to me. I couldn’t help but hold her in my arms, as I gave her the kiss.
Mom needed to stop this war with Nia. There was no competition between the two of them. Besides Nia said that she was sorry about what she did back then, I had gotten over it. Mom needed to do the same. It was all in the past.
“Mom, you need to realize that Nia’s the woman that I love and haven’t gotten over.”
She scoffed as she knocked back the bottle of beer as if it was a glass of vodka.
“I wish you would.”
As we sat quietly, I tried to her to respect that there’s something about Nia that I can never get out of my mind.
“Besides, you know people can and do change.”
She jumped off her stool, bored or fed up with the discussion and said, “Not people like her. If anything they just get worse.”
I know that what Nia did in the past was why mom has every reason not to like her. I forgave Nia back then; Mom just needs to do the same. Dwelling on the past wasn’t going to help anyone. Especially me.
Chapter Four
Nia
There was something strange going on. I turned up at the meeting and Marta, Cat, and Lena were standing in the parking lot. It was as if they were waiting for me. They were standing in the spot that was reserved for me.
I was kind of dreading today; normally there were two or three messages in the group about Tiana regarding one or both of her kids. No one wanted to babysit them. They seemed to take after their mom in the rudeness department and to make matters worse if they did look after them, they didn’t know if she was going to pick her kids up on the same day.
I hadn't seen a message in the Whatsapp group, dedicated to her. So, I thought that they wanted to deal with this face-to-face which made me even more nervous.
“Nia, you’re not going to believe this?” Mara said in her heavy Latino accent. She had a frightened expression all over her face, and I knew that she had confirmed my worst fear. Tiana had crossed the line, big time.
“There are men in there!” Cat screamed out as if she couldn’t wait for Marta to tell me what was going on. I hadn’t even turned off the engine. I was still strapped up in my car, and the three of them were blocking me from leaving.
“Hunter!”
God, that man's so damned predictable. I bet he went out of his way to recruit his old football team. I sighed, “How many?”
“I didn’t count them all.”
“What do you mean that you didn’t count them all..” before I could even finish my sentence. Cat blurted out, “Fifty!”
“But that’s more than us.”
“Exactly! We came to warn you because we knew that you wouldn’t be happy.”
I didn’t know how to take Cat’s statement, especially because she was still blocking me from getting out of the car. I was trying to get past her, but I couldn’t, because even though I had turned off the engine. I had one leg out of my car, and the other still bent on the car seat as I opened the door and they blocked it. What was their problem? They were like cats in heat. I used to have a cat, I knew the signs!
“Did you bring makeup? That’s what I came to get from you, Nia.”
“Marta, I have a few things in my purse, why?”
“Because I never knew that he would bring so many men. I didn’t even dress up? Do you have any cute clothes on you?”
Cat blurted out, “Of course, not. She’s always wearing that pinstripe skirt and shirt. She’s not going to have anything different on her today.”
I was just about to ask them what was wrong with my clothes, but before I could even finish, Tania was walking out with what looked like one of the guys from the meeting.
“Shoot, trust her to get one of the good ones,” Cat sighed as Tiana waved her hand and started walking towards his car.
“If she brought one of her kids with her, then he would be back running inside!” Marta said as she tried to dig out my makeup from my purse.
We all laughed because it was funny. Then as soon as Cat moved out of my way. I shut the car door and realized that my group. the one that I had started two years ago and had grown from only five members to forty was turning into some kind of dating service. We never had a problem. Well, only one when Tiana joined six months ago.
“This isn’t makeup. One powder and lipstick!” Marta dropped my purse back onto the car seat and then slouched her shoulders. I would've felt more ashamed if I had told her that it took me six months to save up to buy that one powder and lipstick. It was for the same reason that I wore nearly the same clothes every week. They were my good set. The type that I wore to special occasions - which included church and weddings. I'd had the same set for nearly five years. No one saw me often, so they never noticed. My group me every week, so it was hard for them not to see the set.
“You don’t need makeup. We just need to relax and not get ahead of ourselves,” I said trying to convince Marta that everything was under control, but if they knew the truth about my life. What was going on underneath this charade that I put on every week? They would see the real me. An empty shell, one that Hunter could have filled if only he hadn’t broken my heart. I promised never to give my heart out again. I managed to get married without doing it, but I knew that I couldn’t do it after I gave birth to Alex, my son, and even that was difficult at times.
“What are you thinking about?” Cat stared at me with her dark eyes. She’d been my rock since I’d started the group. I would hate to admit that she had three kids and I looked at her and felt pathetic. She had her law office and still managed to get it all together. No problem. She always looked as if she was fresh out of the office and ready to take on the world.
“Nothing,” I whispered thinking that Cat should be the one running the group. She was successful, her only downfall was being single, but even then unlike most of us in the group, her husband died. He didn’t run off at first sight of trouble.
Marta took my hand and said, “I thought that after seeing your ex, you would dress differently.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the way I dress.”
They both exchanged glances and then looked at me. Then Lena, who I forgot was even the person that was standing in my space when I arrived says, “Next time we go out, I suggest that seeing as there’s now men in the group we go out shopping.”
&nbs
p; “Seriously, ladies, this is not a dating group. It’s so we can support each other.”
“Damn, Nia. We’ve been doing that for the last two years.”
Marta and Lena chimed in, “Uh-huh.”
“We’re single moms not dead moms.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Marta continued to drag me and said, “That means there’s nothing wrong with having some fun!”
I didn’t like her tone but most of all I didn’t like the way that they kept talking about my clothes. Especially, when I had told her about the problems that I’d been facing. I thought that I would get some respect from her. But that seemed to have been dead and buried the moment everything started to go wrong with the club that I had started up two years ago.
Chapter Five
Hunter
She walked in with her little Latina friend dragging her in by the hand. I must admit that this whole thing was nuts. I thought that the guys would spread the word and I wasn't even sure how many of them were single. By the look on some of the ladies’ faces, they wanted them all to be single. But this wasn’t the part of the group.
“Nia, I never wanted this.’
“What did you want, Hunter, to punish me?” she spat at me as soon as she saw me. Then she walked away.
I chased after her, “Look I wanted to be part of the group. I wasn’t expecting this. I just wanted to get…”
Before I could even finish my sentence, they started walking out, two by two's except Marta who had a man on either side.
“Hello! Hello, where’s everyone going?”
Everyone ignored her, so I decided to grab the loudspeaker at the corner of the table and repeat the question.
“Hey! Where’s everyone going?”
That’s when Marta decided to speak for the group. “Well, Harry…”
“No, my name’s John.”
“Okay, John’s taking me back to his place to show me his new…”
John interjected, “Car seat.”
I shook my head, “But isn’t your car parked outside?”
They both looked at each other and carried on walking. Others followed suit, but Nia wasn't standing for it. As she rushed up to one of the ladies and blocked her way. This could only mean one thing, which she was desperate. I didn’t think that it was as simple as her losing face. Something was about to fucking erupt and everyone better get ready for Nia to explode.
“I expected more of you. I can’t believe that you’re leaving like this!”
“Nia, come on. No one sees the point of us going to these meetings anymore. It’s lost. Come on don’t be so boring. Besides, Hunter looks as if he’s plenty of fun!”
She winked at me and then I knew that was the wrong thing to do as I rushed to Nia and grabbed her arm.
“Let them go!”
“I said, I’m sorry. How many more times do I need to say it?”
She started to sob, and I knew that she thought this it was all to do with the past. She moved away from me, probably to grab her purse.
I decided that we needed to put an end to this. She thought that I was living in the past, but I wasn’t. My family needed to get over it and by the look of things, they weren’t the only ones.
“Look, I didn’t do this to punish you.”
She looked around and saw that there was no audience. There was no one to rescue her from my touch. It was just her and I alone in the hall.
“There’s nowhere to run.”
“Why did you do this? You made your decision clear. You wanted to play sports, and I wasn’t important enough for you to stay.”
“You told me that you were pregnant. That you were at a clinic and ready to get rid of our baby. A lie. A fucking big lie and somehow, that’s always been my fault.”
She hung her head in shame. This was turning out to be a complete disaster. I did the one thing that I felt the need to do in the heat of the moment. I slid my finger under her chin, and she tilted her head back. Then she just stared at me.
She opened her mouth for a brief second, and I knew that she was going to say something, but I didn’t want her to spoil the moment. She started to breathe quickly as I came towards her. I loved the way that she seemed lost at that precise moment. I wanted to savor it, but then the animal inside me -- the one that had been craving her for so long -- didn’t hesitate in pulling her closer for a kiss. I knew that anyone could walk in at any moment. Maybe I had the same feelings as I did when I was younger. When we used to sneak around and meet. Knowing that this was my moment to take, I wanted to rip her clothes off and just take her here and now.
I parted her mouth with my tongue. I kept waiting for Nia to deny that she didn’t feel the same way that I did. There was nothing, no protest, just heavy breathing telling me that she wanted this as much as I did.
She smelled so fucking sweet and tasted even more delicious, and with her strong floral scent. It got my blood racing into overdrive.
“Hunter,” she purred as I drew one of her lips between mine. I started to suck on them gently. I wanted to not only make her moan, but scream my name. I wrapped my hands around her and lifted her up to the table. I growled as she pressed against my cock which was turning into a full-blown erection.
She was fucking sexy, and part of me wondered why she was still single. Why after a short marriage to some jerk, was she mine again for the taking? Then again, part of me felt as if she was always mine.
“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamt about doing this,” I started to lift up her arms, reaching for her breasts, the nipples that I loved to suck. I had to see, touch and most of all feel them with my tongue.
Shit, they were still as delicious as I remember them to be as I quickly flung her shirt behind her and didn’t waste time unclasping her bra and squeezing them with each hand.
It felt fucking incredible having them in the palm of my hands. She moaned as I started to suck on them. As if for the first time. All the memories of our time together started flooding back to me like a tidal wave.
“Shit, you’re so damn sensitive.”
She shook her head, “It’s your hands, they’re so big and soft. I used to just love it when you touched me.”
I stood up, “Loved?”
“Love.”
I changed my tone as I put my hands on her back and pulled her closer to me, as I bent down and started to tease her areoles with my tongue. Her skin was so smooth like fucking silk. And so damn intoxicating. I couldn’t stop kissing her as I moved in slow circles relishing in her beauty and the heat of the moment. She rocked back and forward as she continued to put her fingers through my hair. I felt as if I was going to explode at any time.
I was trying to control myself, but it was so fucking hard. My fingers started to snake up her skirt. It was so damn tight, but then I grabbed her ass. Her panties were so light, they felt like a piece of string.
With her ass in my hands, I squeezed her cheeks, and then I slipped in my fingers to feel her wet pussy. She started to whimper and with one tug, her thong was a thing of the past. I held her firmly but strongly. I began to hone in on her clit by rubbing it with my fingers. My tongue started to fuck her mouth, and the sounds that we were making were so loud, that it was clear what we were doing. I just wanted to take her, the more I made her come, the tighter I held onto her with my other hand. I didn’t want her lying down on the table. Her muscles tensed as her voice peaked and an orgasm tore through her. Shit, it was incredible the way that her body trembled. I milked every ounce of pleasure from her as I continued rubbing her clit and using my fingers so that there was no way that she could escape.
“It’s been a while,” she said.
I could tell that she hadn’t been touched in a long time. The way she responded to every touch told me that she probably had a dildo. One that couldn’t please her; not the way I had done just now.
My cock was killing me; it was fucking begging me to enter her. I couldn’t go to the bathroom and just jer
k off. No, that wouldn’t be the same. I needed to have her. Right here and now to experience a release as she had done just now.
She greedily, without permission, started to undo my buckle.
“I don’t have a condom,” I told her.
Shit, when did I get to be the responsible one?
Maybe when I ended up being a single dad. It changed my thinking that just one time wouldn’t matter. To passing on pussy, thinking that another would come along any moment.
But Nia was different.
We were unfinished business. One that I wanted to settle by coming back home. To the place that it all started.
“I’m on birth control,” she stated.
Fuck, that was music to my ears.
I moved her greedy hands and replaced them with my own. She was wringing them, not because she didn’t want to, but she seemed lost at being able to take my pants down. I pushed my pants down and released my dick.
“You better brace yourself and get ready for the ride.”
She purred as she pulled me closer, “I can’t wait!”
Shit, the idea of being inside her and having no piece of latex separating my cock from her folds, just sent me into overdrive.
I grabbed her ass, and then I rammed into her pussy. There was no resistance and the hunger that I had been fighting for so long burst forth. I had tried to put it at the back of my mind, but I had been desperate for her.
We both cried out with each thrust. I kissed her at the same time. The table was slamming against the wall, and our cries were echoing through the hall.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she kept pleading. My movements were restricted by my pants which were wrapped around my knees. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying what was going on. She held onto me, one minute my arm, the next my shoulder. It was as if she was completely losing control. Either way, she looked amazing as my cock entered her. Her mouth was open panting as anther wave of pleasure wracked her body. She felt so fucking soft and her wetness just allowed me to come with ease.
I started to slow down as I didn’t want to release quickly. I wanted to take my time and enjoy her, so I began to do soft and long strokes. I could feel every part of her as I pulled my hips back and then nearly withdrawing completely I would thrust right back into her. All I wanted to do was claim all of her.
