That’s when she decided to talk Dad into sending me to boarding school. I hated the bitch for it. She uprooted me and sent me to Atlanta, over three hours away from everything I had ever known. Maybe if she didn’t meet Pops, I wouldn’t have met Claire, and my life wouldn’t be the fucked up mess it is now. And maybe I wouldn’t have to lie to Allie about a part of my life I really just want to forget about.
“Is everything okay?” my girl asks once we reach my bedroom. She tilts her lovely head to the side, her green eyes searching mine.
“Yeah, baby doll, I’m good,” I lie. Dammit, yet another lie I just told her straight faced. I recover and say, “You don’t mind staying in my old room, do you?”
Her face softens. “Oh, that’s perfectly fine with me. As long as I’m with you, everything is fine.” Ugh, why does she say things like that? It makes me feel even more guilty, even though I enjoy her saying endearments like that. God, my world is so turned upside down. I want to tell her the ugly truth about Claire and me, but I don’t want to lose her. I mask my emotions; I’ve become quite an expert of that. I turn the knob and flip the light switch up. She walks in and surveys my room, in all its sports mania splendor. Donna wanted to turn it into some kind of guest room, like we already didn’t have six of them, but Pops told her no way. I smile, thinking about how he stood up to her and the fit that she threw over it, but he still didn’t back down. “Wow, you really like the Redskins, huh?” Allie asks, looking at all of my Washington memorabilia. “Jon would be so jealous!”
I chuckle, “Oh, you have no idea. My mother’s family is from Maryland, so it’s kind of been passed down to me. My grandfather had season tickets and since I was his only grandson, he always took me. He willed them to me when he died, but I haven’t gone to one in years.”
She looks at me, her face saddened and says, “I’m sorry for your loss.” I cup her face and softly kiss her sweet lips.
“It’s alright. It happened a long time ago. Don’t be sorry, babe.” I lean down to kiss her again, this time with more force. I suck on her bottom lip and move my hands down to her back, pulling her to me. She groans as our kiss deepens, and I know she’ll be ready for me in a matter of minutes. I slide my hands down lower to her perfect ass and lift her up. She immediately wraps her long legs around my waist, and I know she can feel my erection through her panties, which are already damp. This turns me on even more, so I carry her over to my bed and sit her down. Before I can even get her dress off, she’s fumbling with my zipper. “Damn, baby,” I groan as she succeeds in pulling my shorts and boxers down around my ankles. Then she surprises the hell out of me when she takes me in her hand and starts stroking up and down. I watch her intently as she brings her mouth to my tip, looking up at me through her long lashes. Her tongue swirls around, making me harder than I already was. I pant while I grab two fistfuls of her hair. She would like so hot in pigtails; I’ll bring that up next time.
Allie slides her warm mouth as far down as she can, and brings it slowly back up. It takes everything in me not to cum in her mouth right now. She repeats the process, using her hand to stroke in the same motion as her lips. With each time, she picks up her speed and I tell her how good she feels and how hard she makes me. This seems to get her going even more and I see her other hand move between her legs. God, I love the fact she gets off going down on me. I see her fingers making circling motions and I can’t stand it anymore. “Enough,” I growl and I pull her up to me. I grab her dress and pull it over her head, leaving her naked with the exception of her damp thong. I make quick work of it as I just rip it from her body. She gasps, shocked by my roughness, but quickly responds by almost tearing my shirt off my chest.
I turn her around so her backside is against my front. Her skin is so soft and smooth, I can’t help but run my fingertips down her arms, around to her stomach, then back up to her breasts. Her nipples are hard and I roll them gently around as I kiss her neck. She rolls her head so I have better access to that sensitive spot of hers, where her shoulder connects to her neck. I slowly walk us backwards so I can sit on the bed and I pull her down on my lap. My dick feels like it’s the hardest it’s ever been and it needs to find its way inside of this girl, now. “Lift up your ass,” I breathe into her ear and she complies. I position myself then pull her back down. I feel her clench as my tip meets with her soaking wet heat. I wrap my other arm around her tiny waist and guide her down on my shaft. Oh my God, she feels so tight, so warm, so right. She grabs my thighs and digs her nails in, giving me just a bite of pain mixed with a lot of pleasure. Like I knew she would be, her body is willing and ready for me. She glides all the way down so every inch of me is deep inside her and I feel her tighten. She pushes up on the balls of her feet so she can pull up; I guide her with my hands on her hips. Then she slams back all the way down and we both cry out with pleasure. She sits there for a minute, letting herself stretch to accommodate my girth. I can feel that it goes deeper this way for her, and I can feel that G spot that makes her cum hard. Her rhythm starts to pick up as she rides me backwards. I reach around her and knead her breasts. I know she’s close; she always starts to curse. This time, it’s “Fuck me, Donovan,” so I pound into her mercilessly.
“Oh God!” she moans as I feel her cum all around my cock. Her wall muscles clench me tight and I can’t hold back anymore. I start to fill her with my release as she finishes hers. She collapses back onto me and I hold her against my chest, our breathing returning to normal. I love basking in the afterglow of incredibly hot sex with my lady. We sit here for a few minutes, with her wrapped in my arms and right now I want nothing more than to tell her how she means to me, how much I’m falling for her. But I hold back for the time being. I know I need to break down the secrets I have kept from her. Then, and only then, can I tell her my true feelings. Maybe by then, I can be honest with myself, too. Maybe.
Chapter 7
Allie
“The sex keeps getting better and better with you, babe,” Donovan says as I stand up and head to the bathroom. I feel my smile reach my eyes and nod in agreement.
“I couldn’t have put it better myself,” I tell him as I pad onto the beige tile floor. I turn the shower on and let the water warm up before I step in. I see that my boyfriend was nice enough to put our toiletries away. It’s the little things he does that mean the most. I can’t help but grin even more when I think about his thoughtfulness. I automatically reach for the necklace he bought for me; a small diamond pendant from Nordstrom’s. I hardly ever take it off.
I step into the steaming hot shower and wash the day away. Then it occurs to me; Donovan didn’t join me like he usually does. Hmm, wonder if he passed out? He did say he was tired and we
did
have a long day. I finish washing quickly and turn the water off. When I step out, I wrap a big fluffy towel around myself. I turn to open the door when I hear hushed voices. I crack the door as quietly as I can to see who’s talking and I see Donna standing there in her floor length silk gown, her arms crossed and a snarl on her face. Donovan is dressed, thank God, and is standing in front of her. Judging by his facial expression, he’s pissed off, but he’s whispering so it’s difficult to make out what they are saying. I hate being a snoop, but I can’t stand that woman already and I want to know what’s saying that is sending my man into a tizzy.
“Did you have to bring that...that girl with you this weekend? We really needed to talk,” Donna hisses at him, her light green contacts are out and I can see her eyes are dark brown, almost black. Reminds me of the pits of hell.
“Look, I told you we have nothing more to discuss. I’ve got absolutely nothing to say to you. And Allie is not
that
girl,” he hisses right back at her. I knew she didn’t like me, but I have no idea why. I’m damn sure going to find out. I continue to eavesdrop, not even feeling the slight bit of shame
“Oh, we have loads to discuss, Donovan Callahan.” Her tone is oozing with disgust and hatred. What the hell did I do to her? “You have an obligation to think about.”
Obligation? What obligation is she talking about? I strain to hear more, but instead I hear high heeled footsteps and the door closing quietly. I hear a heavy sigh and realize he’s coming to the bathroom.
Oh crap!
I rush back to the vanity to turn the hair dryer on. He opens the door and gives my a tight smile. “Is something wrong?” I ask over the whir of the dryer. Is he going to tell me or not? I don’t want him to know I was spying on them.
“Huh? Oh yeah, Donna came in here. She wanted to make sure I had my tux for tomorrow.”
I stare blankly at him. All that fuss over a tux, and it’s not even for her wedding? That’s doesn’t make any sense.
“She wants everything to be perfect. She’s kinda anal retentive and doesn’t want me to screw up anything.” He goes to turn the shower back on. “I’m sorry I missed you.” He winks at me, making me blush.
“I missed you, too.” When he puts the conversation with Donna like that, it makes a little more sense. But I’m still confused why she didn’t want me here this weekend and what they needed to talk about. I wonder if I should ask, or wait for him to tell me? At this point, I’m exhausted and I’m ready for bed. I watch Donovan’s gloriously naked body step into the shower, then I walk back into the room cautiously. I don’t want the daughter of Satan to come in and snatch my soul. I slide under the covers and stare at all the Redskin stuff everywhere. I see posters and helmets signed by players and four books of what I assume are football cards. I slip into one of his t-shirts, my usual bedtime attire, and climb into into bed.
I hear the water cut off, so I lay awake, waiting for him to come to bed. I glance at the clock. Oh, wow, it’s already 1:45 in the morning. I close my eyes and wait for my man to scoot next to me. It only takes a couple of minutes before I feel his warm body next to mine. I turn on my side so that I’m facing him, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispers, never taking his blue eyes off mine.
“You’re not so bad yourself, sport,” I giggle, reaching up to touch his hand, relishing in the feel of his skin against mine.
He laughs softly. “We compliment each other well, don’t we? We just...work. I don’t know how else to put it.”
I can think of three words that put it nicely.
I bite my tongue trying to hold that thought in. I can’t bring myself to tell him yet, so I will wait for him. Besides, when I say those words, I want them to really mean something to the both of us. So I know if he’s says it first, then he will rest assured that I feel the exact same way. I wish Matt didn’t screw me up so bad. Maybe if he didn’t, I would have an easier time letting my true feelings show. But since that’s not the case, I just have to roll with the punches and see where our relationship takes us.
Even though my brain is trying to go into overdrive to process the day, I feel my eyes starting to droop and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. So, just before I fall asleep, I kiss Donovan’s lips and say, “Good night.”
Just as I start to drift off, I hear him say, “Good night, baby doll. Sweet dreams.” I also hear something else, but I can’t make it out before I fall into a deep sleep. I’ll have to remember to ask him tomorrow what he said...
Chapter 8
Donovan
I cover my mouth as the words start to come out. I almost let it slip. It just came out so naturally that I didn’t even think about it before I said it.
Stupid!
I can’t tell Allie I love her for the first time like that, laying in my old room after we just screwed each other’s brains out. I don’t just want to use those three words so casually. I hear my co-workers tell their spouses ‘I love you’ and it seems to me they don’t even mean it anymore. One of them even has a twenty something year old mistress that he takes to the hotel across the street, while his wife is home taking care of their three children. Sick bastard. It sounds so automatic when they get off the phone, but then they go back to bitching about their wives spending all their money and how irritating they are. To me, that doesn’t sound like love. Day in, day out, it’s the same thing for those guys; go to work, fuck their mistress, go home to their wives and kiss their cheek as they come in the door. I don’t want to turn into one of those guys. I don’t want to say it because it’s a habit; I want to say it because I mean it every single day of my life. I think it’s kind of a big deal.
I watch her breathing slow as she drifted off into a deep sleep. I know I sound like such a pussy when I say this, but I could watch her sleep for hours. There’s no stress etched on her beautiful face, no worries about going to PA school, no thoughts of Claire. God, that bitch screwed me up so bad. I blame my stepmother for it, too. I roll onto my back and think about the time Pops and Donna told me they were sending me to boarding school.
“ But, Dad, I don’t wanna go away to school!”
“I know, son, but your stepmother and I believe it’s best for you. Besides, it’s a great school and you won’t be that far away,” Pops looked sad, like he didn’t believe what he was saying himself.