by M. J. Fields
“Don’t we all.” Lisa nudges Christy. “Well, except me. I have none.”
I explain to them the situation as they dig through the copious amounts of bags of shoes, boots, dance gear, sneakers, and even new sheets, flannel ones; gifts that he’s been buying since our second meeting.
Christy stands up, holding a white fur coat, and I laugh.
“He said there’re receipts in the bags for things I may not like.”
“You return this, I will cut you in your sleep.” She hugs it. “It’s mink, it’s real, and you may not wear it with Lisa’s god-awful cowboy boots, not ever.”
“Letting your blue blood show, Christy,” Lisa scolds her.
“I bleed orange,” Christy hisses.
Lisa laughs. “Only because you have to.”
“I’d ask, but I’ve had enough surprises today.” I shake my head.
Mitch
After convincing Jamie that she doesn’t have to feel any guilt about José giving her gifts, we hang up all the dry-clean-only items and sort whites and darks for us to wash and dry over the weekend. And yes, it’s going to take that long to do so. The man went ape-shit. The bags he purchased for her would make Cara twitchy, as she has dream boards full of shit like this. Shit she’s going to buy when she has her own money. Things I find unnecessary.
“Hey,” she says, falling back on her bed and causing bags to fly. “How did today go?”
I sit next to her and flop back, as well. “Went good. Real good.”
“So, are you selling the foal?”
“Yeah,”—I smile and roll to my side—“I am.”
“Keeping Onyx?”
I laugh and nod.
“Buying a ranch?”
I push her hair behind her ear. “It’ll be up for taxes, and when I don’t pay them, she’ll have to sell to me. Would you hate spending time there?”
“I’d hate not seeing you every day, but—”
“But you have three years left. I have one.”
She looks away.
I place my hand on her cheek and pull her back to me, “I know. But we will make this work.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I can’t even say the words I love you because—”
“You told me until I allowed all my past shit to come to the surface that I couldn’t truly—”
“I didn’t say anything about shit surfacing.” She scrunches her face up.
I chuckle. “What you did say was the truth. I feel like five hundred pounds of weight has been lifted off my shoulders. We’re free from all that held us back and free to say whatever we want now. So, Jamie, tell me.”
She sits up and looks down at me. “I’d rather show you.”
“I’m gonna have to say that’s gonna be a problem for me.”
“What?”
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long fucking time, Jamie.”
“I’m a nineteen-year-old virgin, so …” She shrugs.
I nod. “And I’m new to this, too. New to looking at a woman through the eyes of a man who not just thinks he has all the answers but knows he’s finally got most of them, certainly the one that matters most. A man who knows he can give love and feel it in return. This isn’t going to be an am-I-doing-this-shit-right kind of moment, Flower. It’s going to be the single greatest experience of both our lives. Our first time.”
She doesn’t say a word, but I see her, and I know without a doubt that she’s ready.
I push up and stand off the bed. Then I extend my hand for her to take and pull her up slowly, just how this has to be, nice and fucking slow.
Pulling her close to me, I kiss her lips softly as I hold her face. I allow my hands to run down her arms before taking the hem of her hoodie—my hoodie. She has most of them now, and I fucking love her in them. I lift it slowly, breaking our kiss to pull it over her head, and then toss it to the ground. Hands on her hips, I pull her in closer, kiss her a bit harder, and will the immediate rush of blood to my balls to slow the fuck down as she slowly lifts my shirt, as well.
When I step back, her eyes immediately fall to my newest addition—a tattoo, a sleeve, actually, that I got over break. She hasn’t seen it yet, because cuddle season and taking shit slow, not just for her but for me, too, so everything has been rated PG and fully clothed.
The man I was in August wasn’t half the man who stands before the woman he knows is his first and last, even though it’s not what most would call a first, in every way that matters. Jamie is my first.
I allow her to pull my shirt off, then grab her hip and the back of her head, letting my hand, followed by my lips, move down her neck, her shoulder, around to her back, where I unclasp her white, lacy bra as I trail kisses down her sexy, slender neck, the swells of her dark chocolate breast, and take her dark black, already taut nipple in my mouth while pushing the other strap of her bra off so there is nothing between her tits and me.
I feel her hand grip me through my jeans and bite down reflexively on her. Her whimper is a sound of pleasure. I lick across her skin to give the other the attention it, too, deserves.
With my thumbs, I hook them beneath her leggings then drag them down, kissing down her toned yet soft belly. My cock pulses in premature anticipation of what it’s going to feel like sliding between her silk.
Kneeling before her, I run my nose across matching lace panties and realize that she’s never matched before. The possibility that she’s been waiting for this moment longer than I realized a reality.
The dampness of the fabric pulls me to run my nose down her, inhaling the sweet musk of her natural scent. Unable to restrain the carnal need to taste her, I tug her panties down with my teeth exposing bare flesh that wasn’t bare before.
I look up at her and ask her to, “Step out.”
She does, and quickly.
“Condom?”
“Pill,” she says before swallowing hard.
“Matching panties and bra, bare pussy, and the pill?”
She nods once.
“How long have you been ready for this?” I ask as I grab her ankles, slowly running my hands up her smooth, soft skin.
“Forever, I think.”
“Good.”
I stand, sliding my hand between her thighs then dipping a finger between her hot lips as I unbutton and unzip my jeans, shoving them down one-handed. I push another finger inside her as I step out of them, and she inhales a quivering breath. I curve them, slowly thrusting them in and out, as I kiss her and guide her back until her body hits the bed. When I pull my mouth and fingers away, she whines a bit.
“Sit.”
When she does, she takes my fully erect cock in her hand and begins to stroke it. Feels so good, too fucking good, and when she licks across my tip and moans, I remember how fucking good she is with her mouth, those lips.
I thrust in, once, twice, three times before forcing myself to pull out of its heat completely.
I kneel in front of her. “Spread your legs, Flower. Show me that gorgeous pussy.”
Without hesitation, she does.
I lean in, inhaling her scent as I run my thumb up her seam. Beautiful black skin, pink on the inside. She is my deepest craving.
“You smell so fucking good. Too fucking good. I’m gonna want to be down here all night.”
I run my tongue up her spread pussy, and her knees clench. I pull them apart as I lick around and around her opening, not ready to go in yet, not sure I’m going to be anytime soon, wanting to just enjoy the moment.
When her breaths become harder, and she grips my hair, I lick around her clit, and her hips thrust as she moans. I kiss down her lips then dip the tip of my tongue inside her. She cries out my name. I do it again and again gently, because I can’t stop tasting her, and then I bury my face against her. When she starts to rock into me, whimpering, I know it’s driving her as crazy as it is me.
I flick my tongue over her clit, and she stiffens. I kiss her sweet lips again.
“Taste so good, Flower.
So, so good.” I flick my tongue over her clit again, and she comes.
“Oh, God … Yes …” she pants.
I do it again.
“Yes!”
And again, as her heat coats my skin.
I grab my cock with one hand and squeeze it while I flick and suck, flick and suck, flick and—
“Oh, God. Oh, oh, oh …”
Pumping my cock in my hand, I suck harder as she continues to come in layered multiples. I stand up and kiss up her body, grabbing her tits in my hands, pushing them together, sucking and nipping one after the other, feasting on her body, praising it as it should be.
“Oh,” she pants. “My,” she pants harder. “God.”
I release her tits and kiss her mouth as I cup her pussy. Her body jerks as I slide one then two fingers in easily.
I break our kiss as I keep fingering her. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight and almost ready.”
“Feels … so … good.” Her voice quivers as I curve my finger up and feel for her G-spot. Her body thrusts when I find it.
“Moore. I want Moore,” she begs.
I hover over her, sucking one nipple while caressing the other. Her fucking nipples are hard as hell. I reach between us and rub my cock up and down her wet slit. “Fuck, Flower, fuck.” I watch her eyes roll as she grips my shoulders. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I push into her just a little.
Her eyes open wide, and she looks at me in wonder.
“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.” I push in more, and she stiffens, but fuck if I’m retreating. I know she doesn’t want me to, either. “You feel so damn good. So good …” I push in farther, and she gasps.
“Fuck,” I scold myself and still.
“Don’t you stop. Don’t stop. I want you inside me, Mitchell Moore. I want this so bad.”
We rock together, and, little by little, I get in farther and farther.
“Son of a bitch.” I stop when I feel her innocence.
“Take me,” she pleads. “Please, I want you, Mitch. I love you.”
Eyes locked with hers, I reach between us, rubbing her clit as I continue working my way in.
“I love you!” she cries when I break through.
“Yes …” she moans.
“I love you, Jamie,” I groan out, sliding out and in, harder and faster.
“So much,” she moans.
“So fucking much,” I grunt out as I push in harder.
“So good,” she says as she opens her eyes and smiles. “I see you.”
“Don’t you ever stop.” I thrust harder.
“Never!” she cries, and we come … together.
Mitch
End of Semester
“She’s having a hard time with this,” I whisper to Logan as I watch my first and forever hug her friends goodbye.
He nods. “She’ll be fine.”
“I’ll make sure of it,” I say with conviction.
“How are you gonna do with all this?”
I shrug. “You know me; I’ll be fine no matter what.”
He nods. “First road trip, huh?”
“Yeah. Glad she agreed to it.” To be fair, I wouldn’t have taken no for an answer. Not that she tells me no, and I’m not saying that to be a dick—she loves me. I don’t tell her no, either. We make it work.
When Logan chuckles, I look at him and ask, “What?”
“They got us, man. Freshies got us.”
“Yeah, well, yours wasn’t a freshie when you met. She was a toddler, and you were—”
“Four years younger. I wouldn’t expect that to have me on the next episode of To Catch a Predator.”
“Good one.”
He smirks. “Yeah, I know.”
“They’re doing good, though, considering.” I watch the four young women who came here with hopes and dreams that could have easily been stolen away that night, who could have crawled home to the waiting arms of their parents and lost hope.
“Real good.” He nods.
“Glad you’ll be sticking around. Will I see you next year at the Dome?”
“Got season tickets, man, of course. You thinking of going for it?”
“Pro?” I laugh, and he nods. “No.”
“Understand completely.” And I know he does. He’s turned it down twice. “You gonna be able to leave the game after all these years when it’s your time?”
I nod, “It’s given me a home but hasn’t got the better part of my heart, not anymore.”
“We’re here.” Jamie smiles as she looks out the window.
I hop out then run around the truck to open her door. “You run in. I’ll start unloading your—”
“I can help,” she says.
“Come on in here, roomie.”
I laugh, and so does Jamie.
“Go, or Carla will be out here trying to help like she was when we were painting—” I stop when she gives me the look. “Fine, Grandma. Now go hold the door while I start lugging your stuff in.”
“Long trip?” I hear Carla laugh as Jamie runs up the porch stairs to our new digs.
“It’s so close.” Jamie laughs. “And Mitch said he’s going to fence in the backyard so we can get a dog.”
“A dog?” Carla—Grandma laughs. “Best not come in my kitchen.”
Holding one of the many boxes that my girl packed, I look at the house that we’ll be spending my last year, her second, Cara’s first of four, and Carla’s very first house, not apartment, calling home.
It’s a brick Victorian, three stories, with a restored wraparound front porch that Jamie plans to sit on and drink sweet tea in the summer when we’re here. I love that she takes pleasure in the simple things.
The first floor includes one bedroom that is on the smaller side. It was a large laundry room, but Jamie thought Carla may like it since there is a separate entrance that leads to a small side porch. She also mentioned the stairs may become an issue since she is getting older. It’s behind the kitchen that was just finished a week ago. A kitchen twice as big as the one at our ranch and Carla’s apartment combined, so it will also serve as the dining area.
The formal dining room is going to serve as a study—the built-in bookshelves solidified that decision. There is also a formal living room and a family room.
Most of the original, hand-carved wood remains, and what was damaged has been refurbished as best as it could be. The second floor has four bedrooms and two baths, and the third floor is all open. We plan to make it into a coed cave, meaning non-gender specific. Team and squad equality.
We’re dropping stuff off then road-tripping for two weeks; one week at the ranch, and one week in Mississippi, where I hope she and her folks can mend fences. We got a hotel room, and I plan to stay in it to be respectful.
She’s been doing the once a week call, and she and her mother have discussed the José situation, but that’s it. No explanation. No, I’m glad your father is in your life. Just an okay.
After that, we’re going to spend two weeks in the Dominican. Neither of us have left the country, and we’re trying to pinch pennies, because right now things may be great, but you never know what could happen tomorrow. Jamie tells me caution is good but thinks I tend to take it to an extreme because I was once worried about where my food came from. She often tells me, ‘Have faith’ and I’m trying.
“What good is having all that money and two houses if you’re going to tie yourself to them?” She handed me two roundtrip tickets to the Dominican and laughed. “Now, let’s go get our passports.”
I was a bit upset for a minute, knowing it was from José, but I can’t fault him for wanting to spoil her. But, wasn’t two weeks in the Dominican a bit much?
When she told me he would be there, too, that he owns a house on the beach, I felt a little better. Then, after an hour, I was wrapped up in the excitement along with her.
I think I will always struggle with waiting for the bottom to drop out from unde
rneath me, but that curse is also a blessing. Well, that’s what Jamie told me. Still, she wants me to dream with her, to believe with her, and I told her that I believe in her, so I will.
She’s the angel who no longer made me believe I was damned.
The ranch went as well as expected, and I say that with all sorts of sarcastic undertones. She’s terrified of horses. Legit terrified. And those animals, they know it.
I did blackmail the hell out of her with the threat of something along the lines of no riding me if she doesn’t, at the very least, ride one of the horses with me.
I picked Joe, our oldest, slowest, and least likely to be a bother. I had scratch marks for days from her holding on to me for the twenty minutes I got her to stay on.
What she does love is the flower garden, a pet project of Cara’s, her way of coping, and having a bit of control of something through her life. She also loved playing in the vegetable garden. I caught her digging her nails in the dirt and smelling it more than once. Didn’t have the heart to tell her what it took to fertilize it.
She met JT and loved him immediately. Takes one hell of a heart not to judge someone after knowing all she did, but she didn’t let on at all. She got extra licks that night.
Dad’s still sober and still an idiot, but I can tell he’s trying. He may not have for Cara or me, but I’m happy for Nadia. She deserves a man who treats her right.
We made love in the barn, in the pond, in my room, and on a blanket by the garden, looking at the stars. I knew she was going to be amazing in that sense; just didn’t know how much better sex was when you loved the person. I can’t get enough of hearing the words while I’m inside her. If that makes me a bitch, I’ll wear that label gladly.
When we left the ranch, I told Cara that I loved her. She looked fucking shocked, and it dawned on me that she had never heard those words from me. Knew damn well she hadn’t from our folks. I certainly never did.
Carla was the first person to ever say that to me. I didn’t believe it. Jamie was the first person I ever said it to, and even if I loved Lily, which I believe I did, it wasn’t the kind of love I share with Jamie. I know it was primarily based on loyalty and lust, but my love for Jamie is that and so much more.
