Whiskey Nights

by Fabiola Francisco

  “Did Nico meet him?” Brian asks.

  “He gave him a dirty look and walked away when I tried to introduce him. I’m going to find him now. I’m sure he’s out by the old tree house.”

  We walk back towards the table, and we both stop suddenly. I must have been so deep in conversation with Brian that I didn’t notice Nico came back. He’s standing on the grass with Jake.

  “I guess he got over it,” Brian laughs. I just stare, frozen in place, as I watch what’s unfolding before me. I grab my drink from Brian before he walks to the table and take a gulp.

  “If you’re going to be quarterback, you’ve got to have a strong arm and a quick mind. You gotta be smart. No fooling around allowed,” Jake tells Nico. Nico is focusing on his words and nodding quickly.

  “Okay. Show me what you got.” Jake takes a few steps back. Nico grips the football and throws it to Jake. He catches it and smiles.

  “Nice throw.” Jake walks up to Nico and gives him some pointers. “Hold the ball a little further back. Make sure you place your fingers here and position your arm correctly when you pull back to throw. That will make a huge difference between you and the others. Try again.”

  Jake tosses the ball to him and takes a few steps back. Nico focuses on the tips Jake gave him and he throws the ball. Jake has to jog backwards to catch it, and he smiles.

  “That was awesome!” Nico runs up to him and gives him a high five.

  I snap out of it when Jake’s eyes find mine. His smile is pure and loving. I close my eyes for a second and then walk towards them.

  “Great throw kiddo!” I wrap my arm around Nico’s shoulder and pull him to my side.

  “Yeah! That was amazing. I can’t wait to show my teammates when practice starts up next week. Thanks, Jake.” I laugh at Nico’s excitement.

  “So you approve?” I ask him.

  “He’s all right. He plays football, if not he wouldn’t stand a chance.”

  Jake and I both laugh at Nico’s comment. He runs off to practice some more.

  “You’re amazing,” I tell Jake and hand him his beer.

  “I may want a Carter, too,” Jake whispers in my ear. I look at him, astounded. What the fuck has gotten into him?

  “You know, so Annabelle has a brother to protect her, and I have someone to teach football to.” He says this so casual.

  “A-are you serious?” My voice cracks.

  “Very much so. That way Nico has a buddy to play with. He can teach him to throw as well. He might even be able to coach him if he’s not a big football star by then.”

  Oh my god. I run my hand through my hair and comb my layers to the side. “I’m not sure if I should be happy or check you into a mental hospital.”

  “Just be happy, Beth.” His lips brush mine softly, and I sigh happily.

  “I am, Jake. I’m elated.” I know we aren’t going to jump into having kids, but seeing him interact with Nico today and Hayley yesterday stole my heart. If it weren’t already his, it would have been now. Knowing this is something he never wanted, I wonder what’s going on in his mind. Is he confused by his feelings or does it feel natural?

  We make our way back to the table and jump into the conversation. Some time later, I notice Nico teaching Sienna how to throw the football using the same words Jake did earlier. I smile. Life is perfect when you’re surrounded by the ones you love and allow happiness in your life.

  My family has been welcoming to Jake. My mom told me she loved him already when I helped wash the dishes, and she told me things always work out for the best. I sure hope she’s right. Jake suddenly wanting children, plural, has me wondering if it’s just because he’s enjoyed time with Nico and Sienna today. It’s different when they’re yours full-time.

  “You guys should come up for Nico’s first game,” Tess says.

  “That would be fun. When is it?”

  “It’s a few weeks from now. I’ll let you know the exact date.”

  “Awesome. Hopefully I can take the day from the bakery,” I reply.

  “I’ll make sure she’s there,” Jake steps in.

  “Thanks,” Tess says smiling.

  I shake my head and roll my eyes. He will make damn sure I’m at that game, probably because he’s obsessed with the game. I know he has UA season tickets and football season is around the corner. Jake and his love of the sport is an affair on its own. I don’t try to get in the way of it.

  We say bye to my family and drive back to my apartment. Jake tells me he loved meeting my family and once he was introduced his nerves went away. He really did seem comfortable around them. I fell even more in love watching him be a part of my family. I didn’t know it was possible to love him more, but I have a feeling that every day that passes I will fall deeper and deeper.

  “Stay the night?” I ask Jake when he parks the truck. He brushes a strand of hair away from my face and then traces my lips with his thumb. He leans in and kisses me.

  “I love you so damn much.”

  I smile and kiss him. I won’t ever get tired of hearing him say that. “So is that a yes?”

  Jake chuckles and nods, “Yes I will. I have something planned for us tomorrow.”

  “What is it?”

  “A surprise.” He kisses me one last time before hopping out of the truck and making his way over to open the door for me. He holds my hand and leads me up to my apartment. I unlock the door and walk inside with Jake’s hands on my hips.

  “Go grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. I’m going to fill the tub,” Jake says against my neck.

  When I walk into my bathroom with the wine, Jake has the tub almost filled and he’s pouring in soap. It looks so relaxing. I hug Jake from behind, making sure I don’t drop the bottle and glasses, and kiss his shoulder. He takes the bottle and glasses from my hands and places them on the edge of the tub. His smile warms my insides and I sigh happily. He reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head. Then, he removes my bra, lightly brushing my nipples with his fingers. He moves on to my shorts, lowering them down my legs along with my underwear. I kick off my shoes and step out of my clothes. He kisses my thighs before standing back up, and I know he sees my sex glistening with desire for him. He makes me so fucking horny. I watch as he undresses just as slowly as he undressed me. I run my fingers over his tattoos and kiss his chest, right over his heart.

  Still silent, Jake steps into the tub and sits, waiting for me to join him. I settle down in front of him and lean my head on his chest. I close my eyes for a minute, taking in the smell of the soap and Jake all around me. Heaven.

  Jake takes off the wine stopper from the bottle and pours two glasses. After he hands me mine, I look over my shoulder at him and smile.

  “Cheers,” he says, tapping his glass against mine.

  “Cheers, baby.” I take a sip and lean back against him. I could stay this way forever. Jake’s left arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his body while we drink. We haven’t said much since we left my parents’ house, and I’m curious about what’s on his mind.

  “Did you have fun today?” I know he said he loved meeting them, but I wonder if he enjoyed himself.

  “Yes. Thank you for taking me with you.”

  “I’m glad you did.” I take another sip of wine. My skin tingles at the feel of his fingers moving against my stomach under the water and my belly clenches. The quiet is peaceful.

  Jake’s hand moves down my body, leaving an erotic trail as he reaches my sex, gliding quickly between them before moving down. He lazily brushes his fingers on the inside of my thighs up to my pelvis without touching where I want his hand to touch. I moan softly and press my back into him. His growing erection isn’t lost on me and I purposely grind back against him. He groans deep in his chest and stops moving his hand. I whimper and move my body closer to his hand.

  “Be patient,” he says before trailing his tongue along my neck. His mouth closes over the skin below my ear and I moan. He moves his lips down to my shoulder and
nips me gently with his teeth.

  “Baby . . .” I groan.

  “You’re so perfect.” His free hand reaches for my breasts and gives each one attention while his other hand moves again under the water. My nipples are hard, and the water isn’t the cause for the moisture between my legs. He finally reaches between my legs and brushes ever so lightly over my clit. I tremble against his body and sigh. I turn my head and catch his lips with mine, thrusting my tongue into his warm mouth. He’s slowly seducing me, and my body can’t take it. I am burning up and the water isn’t extinguishing the fire.

  Jake eases a finger into my pussy and moves in and out of me while our tongues tangle together. I feel a second finger inside me, and it increases the sensation building deep within me. His other hand is still teasing my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. I’m so close to climaxing.

  “Jake . . .” My moan is muffled in his mouth. He ignores my pleading by moving his fingers faster inside me and lowering his thumb on my clit. I can’t take it. I lose my self-control and fall apart as the waves of my orgasm crash over me.

  I turn around to face Jake as I try to catch my breath. I straddle him, almost tipping the glasses of wine off the edge of the tub, and kiss him hard. I tangle my fingers into his wavy hair, gently pulling a few strands as my tongue demands entrance into his mouth. We kiss passionately, causing water to splash out of the bathtub. I can’t help but move my body over his and his cock presses against my entrance. I moan when I feel it rub against my sensitive entrance and grind harder into him wanting to feel all of him. Jake lifts me by my hips and guides his cock in. Slowly, I lower myself over his length, never breaking eye contact, and gasp when he fills me completely. We don’t need words.

  I move my body up and down his shaft. I bask in the feel of him. He rocks his body under mine, incapable of staying motionless. Water splashes around us, and the bubbles from the soap float all around the bathroom. The bathroom floor is probably soaked, but all I can think about is this man. Our eyes stay locked, my hands still in his hair, and Jake’s hands are running up and down the length of my body.

  “I fucking love you,” Jake says before kissing me. I moan into him and love the feel of my nipples rubbing against his chest. We are as close as possible, becoming one as we make love. My body starts to tense and my pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing him as my orgasm begins to climb. I love the sensation of my walls tightening around him, feeling every inch of him deep inside as I pleasure him.

  “Beth,” he growls and the vibration of that one word travels down my body. My orgasm explodes as his dick rubs my sensitive nerve endings. I feel Jake tense and his muscles grow taut. He thrusts up and cries out my name in ecstasy.

  We are both breathing fast as we come down from our orgasms. I kiss Jake and whisper, “I love you,” against his lips.

  “Love you more.”

  I shiver after calming down and realize the water is freezing. Jake drains the water and turns on the shower. The warm water cascading over us is welcomed. After our shower, we clean up the bathroom and lie on the couch with a new bottle of wine. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in his arms.

  “Finally,” Jake says. I blink and look up at him. He’s leaning over on his elbow and staring at me.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Waiting for you to wake up.”

  I rub my eyes and yawn. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

  “Are you kiddin’ me? You’re delectable when you sleep.” He kisses me.

  “Weirdo,” I sit up and lean my back against the headboard. I stretch my arms and legs as another yawn escapes me. “So what was the rush for me to wake up?”

  “We have plans. Now get up.” He gets out of bed and walks out of my room.

  “Can we at least have some coffee first?” I yell after him.

  “Of course,” he says over his shoulder and winks. What the hell is his hurry? It’s only eight thirty in the morning. I was tired last night after our bath, the sex in the bath, the wine, the sex on the couch after the wine. Yep, we had lost time to make up.

  “Coffee’s brewing,” I hear him yell from my kitchen. I’m going to kill him. I stand and put on a t-shirt and underwear.

  “How do you have so much energy when you’re usually the one to sleep in late?”

  “I’m excited!” He gives me that boyish grin I love, and I can’t help but smile back. I walk up to him and give him a big hug.

  “I love you,” I say and kiss his bare chest.

  “I know you do,” he replies and laughs when I slap his shoulder. He wraps one arm tightly around my waist and brings the other up to my head, threading his fingers in my hair and tilting my face up to him. He kisses me urgently; his lips move perfectly against mine while his tongue strokes sensually into my mouth. It is such an erotic display of love and lust, of desire and pleasure. He pulls away and we are both breathing heavily.

  “You know I love you, too.”

  “You damn well better,” I joke and get slapped on the ass for it. “Ouch!”

  “Here you go, so you can get happy.” Jake hands me my coffee, smiling widely.

  “Asshole,” I say under my breath.

  “There’s the Beth I know and love.” I roll my eyes and try to hide my smile.

  “So are you going to tell me what we’re doing today?”

  “Not yet. We do need to stop by my place first so I can pick something up. I don’t want it to be too late when we head out.”

  “Okay.” I shrug my shoulders and drink my coffee. Hmm . . . I love the taste of caffeine in the morning.

  “Jesus, Beth, do you have to moan? You’re going to give me a complex if you moan that way when you drink coffee. Make me think I don’t satisfy you enough.”

  I laugh. Shit, I hadn’t realized I made noises. I thought it was all in my head. “You know you satisfy me more than enough.” I wink. “But coffee has other super powers.”

  “Oh, really? I thought you were only into Superman.”

  I sigh. “I do love me some Superman.”

  “Superman doesn’t have a cool car. Seriously, you’re going to make me think you really prefer him if you keep on staring into space with that love-struck expression.” He waves his hand in front of my face.

  “Huh? Oh, I was thinking about you, baby,” I tease him playfully.

  “Yeah, right.” He smiles. “Maybe I’ll have to dress like him so you can daydream about me just as much.”

  “I wouldn’t be opposed to some role play. You can wear glasses and a suit with your hair combed to the side. Then when I rip off your clothes, you have your Superman outfit underneath and—”

  “As much as I love sex with you, I want you to picture me, not some fictional character,” he interrupts me. I pout, but I notice him readjusting his crotch.

  Smiling, I say, “You didn’t let me finish.”

  “Your fantasies are weird.”

  “Whatever. You’re just jealous. Don’t think I didn’t notice you had to fix yourself,” I point out.

  “You’re giving me a hard-on.”

  “I thought you didn’t like role playing. You’re contradicting yourself, Mr. Bartender.” I run my hands down his chest.

  “I can’t think straight.”

  I laugh and stare down to his boxer briefs. “No shit.”

  Jake growls and pulls me in. “You only fantasize about me,” he says before slamming his lips onto mine.

  The kiss leaves me breathless when he breaks away, and I take a minute to settle down before opening my eyes. “You know I only want you. It’s just fun to tease you.”

  “Go get dressed before I cancel our plans and we stay in.”

  “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

  “Was last night not enough to keep you satisfied for a few hours?”

  “Today is a new day.”

  Seeing him in my kitchen with nothing on but his boxer briefs is such a turn-on. Does he expect me to drink coffee and not try t
o seduce him? He has lost his mind or forgotten who I am. I smile up at him and kiss him. I know he’s excited about whatever he has planned, and I don’t want to ruin that for him. I lean up to kiss him one last time. What? I can’t get enough of him. His hand squeezing my butt sends desire straight to my pussy and my wetness spreads. It doesn’t help that his erection is pressed against me. What he does to me. I pull away before we really do cancel our plans. His eyes look down and he lifts an eyebrow. I look down to where he’s staring and smile. I shrug. I can’t control my nipples getting hard from contact with him.

  “Don’t,” I warn when I realize what he’s going to do. If he so much as brushes my breasts, I’m a goner. I give his crotch one last, longing look and turn around to go back to my room. I hear him laughing behind me but I choose to ignore him. I’m so turned on right now it aches. It will be even better when we make love later today, I keep reminding myself.

  I jump in the shower to quickly wash myself. If cold showers work for guys, they must work for women too, right? I sure hope so. Either way it will give me a few minutes to regain my composure. Our relationship is so much more than sex, but lately I just want to fuck like rabbits. Maybe because we were apart and I thought I’d never get the chance to be with him again. Or maybe it was watching him interact with children this weekend, and I now know I have forever with him and we’re going to be okay.

  I’m not going to stress about the future and what it will feel like when we decide to have children. I’m enjoying this moment with Jake. I’m taking in our relationship and fully living in it each day. I’m focusing on who we are right now, separate and together, because that is all I can do. We have grown from our experiences. Jake has recognized his own way, and I have realized it is okay to be with someone and still be my independent self. Marriage, children, relationships don’t take away from who you are. They instead add more to your world and the people around you. I may be Miss Independent, happy with my career and can do just fine without anyone, but I learned that love isn’t selfish. It doesn’t negate who you are; it empowers you. Of course, the constant pressure from my family questioning when I’ll get married and start a family didn’t help my desire to find love.