I suck him harder, the thick ridges of his cock against the back of my throat. I take as much of him as I can, loving the way his big palms squeeze my ass cheeks, the way his fingers run between my thighs, stroking my wet pussy. It makes me more eager than ever to get him off. To make him know just how I feel.
I know how close he is and I fondle his balls, making him hotter than ever. I close my eyes as he comes in my mouth. Hot ribbons of his cream shoot into my mouth, sliding down my throat and filling my belly the way I’ve always craved. Major is a real man and his cock is so nice and thick, I know he can really love me. Hard, deep, forever.
“Myra,” he groans, as I run my tongue over every inch of his rod, my pussy dripping with need. “Come here.”
I turn, and he wraps his big solid arms around me, holding me tight.
“Thank you,” he whispers, his hot breath on my ear. “That felt…”
I blink back the emotion swelling inside of me. Major holds me, caresses me, whispers my name, and I fall in a way I never knew was possible. The way I’d only read about — never felt.
Utterly and completely.
“Make love to me, Major Owens,” I say breathlessly. “Make me yours.”
“Oh, sweetie, you already are.”
Chapter Five
Major
Lying side by side, I feel my heart expand in a way I never imagined and I run my hand over her soft curves, grateful I waited my whole life for this moment, for her — the woman of my goddamn dreams.
“What?” she whispers, gently stroking me.
“I’m just so damn happy.”
“Same,” she says. “And I don’t think it’s just because of the comfort food.”
I laugh. “You are my comfort food now.” I roll on top of her, my cock greedy and her sweet cunt so damn warm. I run my fingers over her, needing to fill her up and make her mine.
She needs it too. She wraps her legs around me and I lean down, sucking her big, full tits, her nipples hard and sensitive. I suck them the way she craves, the way my cock desires, and fuck, her tits get me nice and ready. I can see it now – a lifetime with her, titty fucking our days away, my come all over her chest, her lips parted, begging for more.
I’m rock hard and she is all I want. She can see it in my eyes. “Come inside me,” she begs and I do as my love wants.
I ease myself inside her tight pussy, and my cock groans as her sweetness wraps around me the way I’ve always dreamt.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I groan, my lips pressed to hers, kissing her deeply, my heart pounding as the future becomes crystal clear. Her. Me. Together. Always. Us.
“Major,” she moans, panting as I take her, moving deep inside her, my body hers for the taking, my cock pumping into her, knowing that when I spill my seed, it’s going straight to her womb. Because I want to mark her for now and forever.
“I love you,” I promise, her pussy filled with my cock and my heart filled with truth. She is mine and I am hers and no one will come between us. Ever.
“I love you too,” she whimpers, her eyes locked on mine. “This is crazy.”
“It sure as fuck is,” I say, a grin on my face as we reach the edge of oblivion, as we dive headfirst into a future as sweet as her tea, as unknown as the ocean, and as bright as the goddamn sun.
Myra
When I wake, the smile on my face is so big it hurts. And when I roll over, Major’s chest is the first thing I see.
“Mhhhmmm,” he says sleepily, his arms wrapping around me. “Someone woke up happy.”
I feel his thickness pressing against me. Licking my lips, I ask who he’s referring to.
“You, my naugh-tea girl.” He laughs, pulling me on top of him. “Come here, sweetie, let me see those lemons.”
I giggle — this is all so romantically absurd — and he begins to massage my breasts tenderly, drawing my nipples to his mouth. He twirls his tongue over them, and I take hold of his shaft, my body so ready to be filled by his steel rod. It’s velvety smooth, yet so rigid, and I lift my ass so I can take him. As I sink down, I moan, his name on my lips and my hands on his solid chest.
“God, you’re so tight,” he grunts as I move my hips in a circle, both of us panting with pleasure. My clit is on fire and my toes curl. We come quickly, our bodies slick with sweat as we rock against one another, harder, harder, until we’re gasping as we come undone.
This is what it means to make love.
Love.
Did we really say those words last night?
“What is it?” he asks, scooping me up in his arms.
“I was just thinking,” I sigh, collecting my breath and my thoughts. “About the things we said last night…”
“You mean that I love you? And you love me?”
I nod. Could falling head over heels be this easy? The way Major looks at me makes me think that maybe it could. Maybe it is.
“Let me make you breakfast. You like grits?”
Major twists his lips. “To be honest, I’ve never had them.”
I drop my jaw. “Well, bless your heart, Major Owens. It’s time that changes.” I reach for my bathrobe as his phone buzzes. “You get that, I’ll start on the food.”
“Okay cute-tea, I’ll be there in a minute. Probably my grandma wondering where the hell I’ve been.”
In the kitchen, I rinse off our dishes from last night and start the dishwasher. It only takes a few minutes and soon enough, I have the ingredients for Grandma Maylene’s grits. It’s simple — cornmeal, milk, a little sugar. I brew a pot of coffee and begin boiling the cornmeal when Major walks out of my bedroom with a look I don’t recognize on his face.
“What is it?” I ask, pouring him a mug of coffee. “Cream? Sugar?”
“Both,” he says, moving toward me. “But, uh, Myra, can we talk?”
I swallow, stirring the grits on the stovetop. “Of course, what is?”
“That was my agent.”
I turn to him, suddenly feeling way out of my league. “Right. You have an agent. Because you are a football star.”
“Was,” he is quick to clarify.
“Okay,” I say slowly. “And what did your agent want?”
Major shakes his head, then takes a drink of coffee — clearly choosing his words with care. He runs a hand over the back of his neck and I realize the look he had when he walked in here was suppressed joy. He smiles. “He has some sponsorship work lined up for me. Which is crazy. Didn’t expect it. And it’s amazing because it would mean a chance to be back with some of my old teammates.”
“Oh.” The happiness I felt as I cleaned up the kitchen fades. Fast. “And where is this work taking place?”
“L.A.,” he says. “But it would only be for a few months.”
“Right. A few months. That’s great.” I try not to show my emotions. It’s selfish of me to expect him to consider me when making this decision. We just met. And everything that happened last night was probably… Well, to me, it meant everything… but to Major? A football star? It probably meant little. But maybe that is just my insecurity from my last relationship haunting me.
“What do you think of that?” he asks me.
I force myself to say what he needs to hear. “I think you should go. Sounds like a great opportunity.”
“You wouldn’t want me to stay and—”
I cut him off. “No. You should go. Football is your dream and the way you expected it to look may have changed, but it seems like it’s not letting go of you quite yet.” I turn to the grits, and realize I’ve let them burn. “Crap,” I say, pulling the pan form the burner.
“Let me help—” Major tries to reach for the pan, but I shoo him away.
“Major, I think you should go,” I say. “Please.”
“But I—”
“No. Go, Major. Please.” I retreat, pull back into my shell for protection.
I made one promise to myself when I moved here — I would not let a man break my heart. And Major? He could crush it so
easily.
Chapter Six
Major
I leave her cottage because she asked me to go, but even as I walk away, I know it’s the last time I will. Because when I see her again, I won’t leave room for doubt. I will make sure she understands me, my intentions. Even if I have to give up everything else. For her, I would give up anything.
When I walk into Grandma Trudy’s house, I see the peach roses I bought her yesterday afternoon in a vase on the counter. “Grandma?” I call out, looking for her in the house.
“I’m out here,” she hollers. She’s in the living room reading on her Kindle. I smile — she loves her stories. Though, one time I saw what she was downloading — some mountain man romance titled Timber — and I admit to blushing. But I figure she’s a grown ass woman and can read whatever the hell she wants. She certainly doesn’t need her grandson commenting.
I lean in and give her a kiss. “Do you need some tea?” I ask her.
“Oh no, Brittany was just here. She got me all taken care of.” Brittany is her nurse, who comes once a day. She’s been a godsend, especially while I was gone. Grandma gives me a long look. “What is it honey?”
Exhaling, I sit on the chair opposite her. “I met a girl. The girl.”
Her eyes raise and she sets her Kindle aside. “The girl?”
I nod, launching into how I met Myra, how I went to her place last night. “She makes mean fried chicken and the best sweet tea I’ve ever tasted.”
Grandma laughs softly. “You always did have an appetite.”
“It’s more than the food, though. It’s the way she makes me feel. When I was with her, I saw a future.”
“What are you doing here then, talking to me? I want to meet this girl.”
I groan, explaining how I left her place. “I wasn’t meaning to upset her. I wanted to see if she would take this chance with me. Go to L.A. for a few months.”
“Did you invite her explicitly?”
“No,” I say with a sigh. “But God, I’m going to. I came here to ask you for something. Something I know you’ve kept tucked away for me all these years. It’s time.”
“You sure?”
I nod. “I know without a shadow of a doubt Myra is the one for me.”
My grandma wipes a tear from her eyes. “I’m so happy for you, Major. But listen, you need to tell her that — not me.”
Myra
After Major leaves, I shower, cry my eyes out and wonder what in the world I was thinking. So what if he needs to leave for a few months for work? If he loves me and I love him, we can make long-distance work. Heck, we could make anything work.
I call my friend Lucia, who I met because she makes deliveries at the garden center. “Hey,” I say when she picks up. “So think I made a massive mistake.”
Lucia laughs softly. “Awww, Myra, what happened?” She’s the kind of girl who never judges. Even when I told her about my past, she gave me a big hug and told me I was stronger than I gave myself credit for. Right now, I could use one of her pep talks. “Tell me what happened.”
I tell her all about the night I shared with Major… how I felt alive for the first time in my life.
“And then you just told him to leave?”
Tears fill my eyes as I pull the pitcher of sweet tea out of my fridge. “What do I do now?”
“Well, I’ve never been in love,” she says. “So take this with a grain of salt. But when my brother fell in love with Mirabella, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her his.”
“So I need to make it clear that he is all I want?”
“You tell me, Myra.”
An idea sparks. “You’re right. This is my life. I need to take charge and if it’s Major I want, I need to make sure he knows it.”
“Call me later and let me know how it goes, okay?” Lucia says.
“Of course. And thank you for being here for me.”
“Always.”
I hang up and get to work. Last night I made Major a home-cooked meal, but I want him to know he is more than my comfort food. He is my comfort.
* * *
By the time the pie has cooled and I have dried my hair, put on makeup and made myself presentable, I’ve rehearsed what I am about to say nearly a hundred times. I’ve texted Grady for Major’s home address and know what I need to do.
I pick up the pie and head for the door, but as I open it, I’m shocked to see Major is coming up my sidewalk.
“Major?” I walk outside, into my green grass, the clover growing thick around my sandaled feet and the sun shining bright overhead. “What are you doing here?”
“I came for you, Myra. I know you told me to leave this morning, but I can’t go anywhere if it’s not with you.”
“What are you saying?”
He pulls out a bag from the grocery store. He opens it, showing me what’s inside. A dozen lemons.
“I know I’m not perfect, and neither is life. We’re gonna have our sour days, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make sweet tea with you every chance I get.”
My eyes widen and my heart swells. “God, you know how perfect you are?”
He chuckles. “I’m far from it, sweetie.”
“But look,” I say. “I made you a lemon pie. And I know they say Southern girls are made of sunshine and sweet tea, but Major, I’m made for you.”
“Well damn, darling, that’s the most beau-tea-ful thing I’ve ever heard.” He takes the pie and sets it on the porch, and rests the bag of lemons beside it. “I love you, Myra. And I want to go to L.A. for this job, but only if you come with me. As my wife.”
“Your wife?” I cover my mouth as Major Owens drops to one knee.
He pulls a diamond ring from his pocket and offers it to me. “Marry me, Myra. Be my Southern peach for now and forever.”
“Oh my heart,” I say, tears filling my eyes. I am taking a leap, taking a chance on love, and I’ve never felt more sure of anything. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He slips the ring on my finger and I gasp. It’s beautiful, an antique diamond on a gold band. “It was my grandma’s.”
“I can’t wait to meet her,” I tell him as he stands, wrapping his arms around me.
“Well, why don’t we bring her some of that pie and introduce her to the girl of my dreams, the love of my life, my one and only sweetie?”
He kisses me then and I swoon all over again, knowing I like my tea sweet and my men strong. Knowing I will always love the man who is holding me in his arms.
Epilogue 1
Major
Six months later…
“I can’t believe it was done in time,” Myra says, taking in the custom home we had built on the lake. “Beckett must have worked day and night to make that happen.”
“He’s a great general contractor,” I say, running my hand over the countertop in the kitchen. “And considering how busy his year was, with his baby and falling in love… damn, busy man.”
“Sounds like another man I know…” Myra licks her lips.
“Yeah?” I step toward my wife, her big baby bump between us. She is due in a few months and it’s a good thing the house was finished in time. I know it was making her anxious, wanting everything to be done and just so before the twins arrive.
Yes. Twins. We were in L.A. for three months before she told me the news… and when we went to the doctor and found out there were two heartbeats, we practically fainted — both of us.
From happiness.
Because damn, I thought tossing the pigskin out on the field was what dreams were made of, but it turns out my real dreams are wrapped up in this woman, in building a life with her.
“Trudy won’t be here for a few hours for the baby shower, right?” Myra says, looking at the clock on the stove. “Which means we have time to—”
I don’t wait for her to finish the sentence. I pull my wife into my arms and kiss her hard. “God, I love you,” I moan between kisses. Then I lift her cute ass onto our brand-new countertop and hike
up her dress. “No panties?” I groan. “You make me insane. You know that, right?”
She giggles. “I was hoping this was how we’d pass the time. Once the babies come, everything is going to change.”
“Not everything,” I say. “You will always be my priority, Myra. And we still have a few months before they arrive.”
She braces herself on the counter as I spread her knees. God, her pussy is sweet. “Good, that means more time for this.”
She purrs as I dip my mouth to her sweet cunt, licking her the way she loves, up and down her creamy slit until she is whimpering, my name on her lips.
“God, you’re nice and wet,” I say, teasing her pussy with my fingers before running my tongue over her clit, teasing her nub until she is begging me to finish.
“I’m so close,” she moans. “Make me come, Major. Make me come hard.”
I won’t make my sweetie wait. I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. We have a four-poster bed and a big bay window facing the water, but I don’t care about the view right now. I only care about her.
She is on her back. I kneel before her, my finger flicking her clit until she is gripping the bedsheets. “Let me see your cock, please. Let me taste it.”
“Not yet, Myra,” I say, “I need more of you first.” I breath her cunt in, my cock rock hard and ready, twitching to life with anticipation. But I need more of her sweetness first. I press a finger inside her, then another, ramming my fingers into her until she is shaking, gushing, begging me to take her over the edge. Oh, I’ll take her anywhere she wants to go.
I finger fuck her nice and hard until her juicy pussy releases everything she held back and when she comes, she is loud. I laugh, loving the sound of my girl’s laughter. Feeling like a lucky fool to have that sound ringing through my home for the rest of my life.
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