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Authors: Donnee Patrese

Tags: #Erotica

I saw David go at him and I jumped in between them.

“No, not in my house. I am sick of the fighting.”

David stopped and looked at me.

“Then you need to choose.”

Keith looked at me. I could tell this was one thing that they agreed on for once. They were both staring at me united in their front to get me to make a decision.

“You need to choose right now,” Keith said folding his arms across his chest.

I stood there looking at both men. I was about to break down and I needed a minute to breathe.

“I need a minute.” I said walking out down the hall and into my bedroom before they had a chance to stop me.

I leaned across my bed and took a series of deep breaths. I was struggling here.

Damn!

This is why I don’t like commitments. Why couldn’t this be simple? Why did David have to come back to me? I got myself together and walked down hall. I stopped and ducked into the bathroom when I heard them talking. I could clearly hear everything.

“I know what you did to her, what you do to her. You are a sick motherfucker and I refuse to let you touch her again.”

Keith laughed.

“You say I’m sick. Are you still going to love Hannah when you realize she loves it? She wants everything I give her. Do you think she’s sick too?”

I was very interested to know what David’s answer would be.

“She’s not sick. She is just so used to people mistreating her that she thinks she likes it and you just manipulate her.”

“If that’s the case it didn’t take much. I just had to whip out my big black dick and she was on her knees.”

I peeked out and I could see them. David stood almost chest to chest with Keith. Keith did not move and refused to back down.

“It doesn’t matter who Hannah picks. It won’t change the fact that if you lay another hand on her, if I see a scratch, a bruise or a paper cut on her and it was caused by you, I will fucking kill you.”

I walked in at that moment. I didn’t want fighting to start. When David saw me he moved away from Keith.

I opened my mouth to speak but David stopped me. He could see that I was distraught.

“Look, I don’t want you to make a rash decision right now. I think you should take one more day and then let us know tomorrow.

He sounded like he wasn’t sure that I was going to pick him. I think he was afraid that I would go with my carnal appetite that he saw manifest itself every time Keith was in the vicinity.

Keith was not happy about that.

“What the fuck are you saying,” he said to David.

He approached me.

“Hannah, I can’t sleep another night not knowing who you want. I can’t sleep another night without you in my bed. I need to know now. Right now!”

I walked away and began to pace. I could not make a decision now and I thought maybe David was right. It was early and my head was killing me. Maybe some time would help.

“David is right,” I said.

Keith threw his hands up in frustration.

“I need some more time to think.”

Dr. Jekyll came back.

Keith walked over and kissed me on the lips.

“Tomorrow then. I will be expecting you tomorrow.”

He walked out and as he passed David he winked at him. David took a deep breath and did everything he could not to hurt him.

When Keith was gone he approached me.

“You look like you could use some sleep.”

He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my body. He kissed me on top of my head.

“You go to bed and get some rest. I am going home. We fly out in two days for the second round of the playoffs and I hope that I know before I leave.”

He kissed me again.

“I just want you to know that I love you.”

He let me go and walked out of my house closing the door behind him.

I stood there for a couple of minutes. I decided to take his advice and go back to sleep. I walked into the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. I knew that whatever decision I made was going to make affected the rest of my life. I could not afford to make a rash decision.

I got up and headed toward the bathroom. I took a shower and then climbed into bed. I fell asleep hoping that when I awakened, my mind would be clearer.

When I did wake up, I realized that sleep didn’t really help. It got rid of my headache but not the hurt in my heart. I just sat in bed looking at the wall in silence. I didn’t know what I was going to do.

I glanced over at the chair in the room and saw one of the jerseys that Keith and David sent me. They got me the same one except they each gave me one with their last name and number on it. I knew that I threw one of the jerseys on the chair when I came home from New York yesterday. I wasn’t sure which one it was.

I decided at that second that whoever’s jersey that was on the chair was the man that I was going to choose. It sounded like a good idea at the time.

I climbed off the bed and walked over to the chair. My heart began to pound as I approached. I could not believe this was how I was going to decide. I just didn’t have anything else.

I grabbed the jersey from the chair and looked at it. I didn’t have to see the name to tell who it belonged to. I stared at it and the emotions that came over me confused me for a second. Then it hit me and I sighed with relief. I hugged it to my body and realized that my mind was clear and I knew who I wanted to be with.

It wasn’t just the jersey. It was the emotions I felt when I looked at the jersey. I knew who I wanted more than anything in the world. I tossed the jersey on the bed and walked down the hall into the kitchen. I was starving and needed something to eat. Now that I knew, there was a sense of relief that washed over me.
Dear Diary
,

 

Everyone has that light bulb moment. You know…the one where you wreck your brain over something or a decision and then suddenly it hits you.

It wasn’t the most practical way to decide what man you would spend the rest of your life with. Yet it still had its desired effect.

It gave me my light bulb moment.

When I looked at that jersey deep down I didn’t think it would help. I expected to continue this dangerous game where I wound up still in the middle of this volatile triumvirate.

Yet, when I saw that jersey something was lifted from my shoulders. It was the moment when the monkey was off my back and I felt light and free.

I knew who I wanted and that was the best feeling in the world. It was also the scariest moment in the world. I knew that choosing really was choosing to leave one of them behind.

I knew it had to be done though. I didn’t really have a choice anymore. It was one or nothing and I was tired of being left with nothing.

I woke up this morning a woman on a mission. I was going to claim my love and then do all kinds of dirty and nasty things to him…

 

-H

 

 

 

 

The air was cool and I was a little cold in just a short sleeved jersey and some jeans. I stood outside his house hoping I made the right decision. Once I made up my mind, I felt a sense of comfort to know that soon this mess would all be over.

This morning, I started to have second thoughts.
What if I picked the wrong man and then regretted my choice?

My head and my heart weren’t completely in sync but I knew deep down that he was the right man.

He knew me better than I knew myself. It was strange that I knew someone that would know my wants and needs and could give them to me. The longer I stood outside his home the more I became more confident that I made the right decision.

I didn’t call before I came and it was so early I wasn’t sure he would even be awake. I just couldn’t wait another second. I could have called last night but I wanted another night to sleep on my decision and if I still felt the same way this morning I would say this to him in person.

He finally opened the door and gave me his award winning smile. Before I could speak, he grabbed me and pulled me over to him.

He was sweaty but the warmth of his body against mine made me want to jump him right there. I rubbed my hand up and down his back and I could tell that holding me was turning him on as well.

“You’re sweaty,” I said wiping my hand on my pants.

He grinned.

“Yes, I was in the basement working out.”

I guess he couldn’t sleep either.

His hand came up and touched my chin lifting my gaze up to meet his.

“You’re wearing my jersey.”

I smiled.

“Yes I am.”

He laughed.

“Good, it’s about fucking time!”

I smiled then I noticed a shadow cloud his eyes.

“Does this mean what I think it means or are you just trying to soften the blow?”

I grabbed his hand and led him through the foyer and into the living room. I guided him over to the couch where we both took a seat.

“So go ahead and lay it on me baby.”

He seemed pretty negative. I could tell that he thought I was here to deliver bad news. I wanted to know why.

“Why do you think that I would be here delivering bad news?”

He sighed.

“Because, I just don’t want to get my hopes up.”

I could understand that. I’m glad that I was here to settle his fears.

“I’m here because I finally made a decision about the two of you. I thought about this all night and it finally came to me. It was a crazy way that I decided, but to my surprise it worked.”

He squinted folding his arms across his chest.

“What crazy way did you decide?”

“Well,” I began. “I don’t know if I said anything but you both sent me jerseys the day before the game.”

He laughed.

“Figures.”

I laughed and continued.

“So I had them both in my house. Last night I saw one sitting on a chair and I decided that whoever numbered jersey that was… that was man I was going to choose.”

He didn’t look happy with my method. He looked angry.

“So it was just a coin toss that you are here?”

“It wasn’t that simple.”

“It sounds pretty damn simple to me.”

“Would you just let me finish.”

He leaned back on the couch.

“Fine.”

“Anyway,” I said. “I walked over and picked up the jersey and it wasn’t your jersey.”

He took a deep breath. Sadness and anger filled his eyes.

“I’m confused. So you’re here to break up with me or be with me?”

I shook my head.

“Look, I saw the jersey and it was not your jersey and sadness came over me. My heart sank when I saw who the jersey belonged to.
 
I realized that it was you that I loved and I wanted to be with. I saw the jersey and I was disappointed that it wasn’t yours. That is when I knew.”

It took him a second but eventually realization dawned on him and he released the biggest smile I had ever seen him make. He grabbed me pulling me into his arms.

“You know I didn’t sleep last night. I just stayed awake thinking about my future. I thought about my career in football, my home, my health. I thought about my future children and my future wife.”

I didn’t realize that he thought so much about those things. I never really thought about my future. I just tried to live in the now.

“I didn’t see much of a future if you weren’t in it. We were made for each other. That is how I see it.”

He let me go and stood.

“It’s early, let’s go get some breakfast.”

I stood and looked at him. I was hungry but not for food.

“I have something else in mind.”

He smirked. He could read the look in my eyes.

He bent down to kiss me. I stood on my tiptoes to meet him halfway. It was electric and we kissed and kissed for a long time. He eventually swept me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to his bedroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he carried me.

We reached his bedroom and he placed me on the bed. He began to strip and I just sat there and watched admiring his beautiful body.

He looked at me watching him and smiled.

“What are you waiting for? Get those fucking clothes off!”

I laughed and began to undress. He walked over and began to help me. When we were both nude, he pushed me backwards until I was leaning against the bed.

“Hey!” I began and was silenced when he dropped to his knees in front me and lifted one leg over his shoulder.

I threw my head back and moaned as his tongue teased me licking my pussy lips but not yet venturing inside. He teased me for a long time and I leaned against the bed rubbing my breasts and so turned on that I was in a panic trying to get him to taste me.

“Please…,” I said.

He laughed.

“You want me to taste you? Just be patient.”

I tried to be patient but my clit was throbbing so badly it almost hurt. He rewarded me for my patient by finally plunging his tongue inside me and I moaned loudly and with abandonment. He lapped at me hungrily. His face was so deep between my legs I was worried that he may suffocate himself. Not worried enough that I would ask him to stop however.

My orgasm surprised me and I cried out digging my hands into his hair screaming his name over and over again.

He pulled back and smiled wiping my juices from his lips.

“I could tell that was a good one.”

He stood and helped me climb onto the bed. He followed suit and brought his dick close to my face. He didn’t have to ask. I opened my mouth and he slid it inside. He moaned as I used every trick in the book to make him come as hard as he made me. He caressed my hair and told me how good it felt.

I was hungry for him and I sucked him furiously. I moaned as I sucked him. I knew that he liked it when I did that. After a few minutes I could tell it was having the desired effect on him.

He gave a loud moan and my mouth was in bliss as I tasted him. I continued to suck and he continued to moan.

I made sure I swallowed every last drop before he dropped back and sprawled out across the bed. I was not finished however. I rolled over on all fours and crawled up to him and kissed him on the lips.

“Do you mind if I take control?”

He smiled and placed his hands behind his head.

“What do you have in mind?”

I smiled.

“You’ll see.”

I straddle his body and buried my face into his neck. I kissed his neck, then his chest and then he stopped me.

“Are you sure you are all mine now?” he asked.

I could hear the insecurity in his voice.

“I’m here aren’t I?”

He scratched his head.

“Yes, but that never stopped you from going back to him ending up in his bed.”

He was right to be concerned. I understood. I just wondered what I could do to convince him that I was done with going back and forth.

“I’m here because I love you.”

“Yes, but you love him too.”

I sighed.

“Well am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong,” he pushed.

I could not say that. He was right. There was still love there. It might always be in the back of my mind. I wasn’t sure how the spell could be broken.

“Hannah, I want to believe that you are here to stay. I hope you understand why it’s hard for me to believe.”

I did understand. I just wanted him to be quiet so I could pleasure him.

I continued my exploration of his body by making a trail down his stomach. I found myself face to face with his flaccid dick and I took him back into my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him and used my other hand to caress his balls.

“Oh shit baby,” he said.

When I thought he was nice and hard, I climbed onto him and slowly eased him inside of me. A contented sigh slid from my lips as he filled me.

I rocked on him slowly at first closing my eyes enjoying the sensations it brought me. He moaned letting his hands come up my sides and finding my breasts caressing them. I increased my pace and roughly rode him giving myself a workout in the process.

“Oh shit. Ride my cock Hannah!”

I rode him feeling my orgasm building. He was hitting my g-spot in all the right places.

“Oh yes,” I said clawing at his chest.

He grabbed my ass and squeezed helping me bounce up and down on him. He was so deep inside. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came moaning so loud I believed it echoed throughout the house.

He came next squeezing my ass. I collapsed on his smooth chest. We laid that way in silence with only the sound of our beating hearts and our heavy breathing. He wrapped his arms around me.

I felt fulfilled and content. I was happy and I loved this man. Most importantly he loved me back. After a few minutes I sat up and kissed him on the chest.

“I thought you were asleep.”

I kissed him again.

“Nope, just thinking.”

He caressed my back.

“I know that in the past you have had a fear of being committed to someone. I can understand that. You may not know this but I had that same fear.”

I sat up and looked at him in disbelief.

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