Thursday, November 12, 2009

Chapter 24

Sidney emerged from beneath the sheets and between her thighs to find Mya with her eyes screwed shut, still shuddering in the aftermath of yet another orgasm. Feeling pleased with himself, he joined her amongst the pillows, pulling her close.

“I only got to M,” he protested, chuckling.

“You were humming, that isn’t fair,” she complained, laying her head against his shoulder. “That’s cheating.”

“I was spelling out loud,” he responded, dropping a kiss to the top of her head before laying back and tugging the covers up around them. The room had grown chilly with the oncoming dawn.

“I’m not complaining,” she sighed, her hand splayed over his heart, her breath warm against his neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this...relaxed in my life,” she added, giving one of his nipples a quick tweak before settling in beside him, her warm body pressed against his. Sidney ran his fingers through her thick dark hair as he let his eyes fall closed. Relaxed, yes, he certainly felt that, and then some. Sated, satisfied, whole.... “I’m sorry you never got to sit on Santa’s knee,” she mumbled, her toes finding his under the sheets as her body molded to his. “What were you going to ask for? Another Cup?”

“That,” he agreed with a smile, “amongst other things.”

“Other things like what?” she prodded, digging her nails into his chest, causing him to wince.

“What are you looking for? A Christmas list? Haven’t you done your shopping yet?” he teased, sliding his hand down her back and giving her round ass a gentle tap.

“Ow! And yes, I have done my shopping. Your present is back at my apartment. You can have it when you drop me off,” she shot back, yawning and then settling deeper into the blankets, even as her fingers sought his, lacing themselves into his and pulling his hand up so that she could press her soft lips to his scarred knuckles.

“Drop you off? Are you planning on having Christmas without me?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light and teasing even as his eyes opened so that he could look down at her, surprised and concerned.

“I just thought...,” she pushed herself up to her elbows and blinked at him. Sleep was obviously tugging at her, but she yawned and stretched and then faced him with a serious look. “I thought you’d be with Nat and Mario and your parents and sister and....”

“And you. Don’t forget you,” he insisted, reaching out to brush away the hair that had stuck to her face where the sweat from their night of cementing their love was now cooling. She looked back at him, bashful, colour rising from her neck to fill her cheeks with a rosy glow.

“I just assumed...I mean I naturally thought it would be too soon for that kind of thing,” she mumbled, finding some loose thread at the edge of the sheets to pick at, refusing to meet his puzzled gaze.

“But I love you so...you have to spend it with me,” Sidney said, thinking it made obvious sense to him. Sure Troy was going to hate it, but that didn’t matter. Not after last night.

“And you don’t think your parents might be a little concerned about...me? I mean, Nathalie was so nice and everything tonight but...with all her girls....Do you really think they’re going to want me in their house? Dating me is one thing Sidney but Christmas...I don’t think they’re going to be too thrilled to have a stripper for dinner.” Sidney stared at her, shaking his head.

“But you’re not that anymore. You’re a sports reporter, and you’re my girlfriend...and...and I love you so....” Mya smiled brightly and leaned forward to press her lips softly against his.

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“But I am that,” Mya responded quietly, loving the way he immediately looked as if he wanted to jump to her defense. It was sweet, and a little more than just naive, but she loved it just the same. “That’s what people are going to think about me for a while. Especially after the stupid shit I did last night. That is what they’ll think and it will be a while before the booby girl on the Sports network isn’t just the stripper talking to a football player. So...I think we should give it some time to blow over before you take this...us public, okay babe?” Sidney shook his head immediately, but Mya just grinned back at him and wrapped her arms around his chest and snuggled into the spot she liked best, resting her head just beneath his chin. “It’s okay. I can handle being booby girl for a while.”

“But you’re not just that. You’re not one of those...dumb bimbo bitches who can’t do anything but flash their boobs,” he insisted and Mya couldn’t help but smile as she closed her eyes and held onto him, feeling his big, muscular arms wrapping around her in turn.

“And, after some time has passed and they realize I have an opinion that actually counts and that I have a brain in my head and I give a few in depth reports and people start to see me a little differently, then, hopefully next Christmas, if you’re not tired of me....” She felt Sidney’s fingers digging into her shoulders and looked up into his hazel eyes to find him staring down at her, furious.

“I’m not like that...if I love you now I’ll...,” Mya reached up to kiss the stubble on his chin, the corner of his mouth, and tried to kiss his lips although he pulled back so that she couldn’t.

“Okay, okay, I believe you. But things happen and I’m just trying to be realistic here,” she insisted, meeting his angry, determined gaze unblinking. He was so hot when he was mad and resolute like this.

“I don’t say it to just anyone,” he hissed, staring back at her, daring her to take it back.

“And I’ve never said it to anyone but that doesn’t mean some pretty young pop star, model....” Mya’s voice trailed away as Sidney turned his face from hers’, as if he couldn’t or wouldn’t look at her if she was going to talk about things like this.

“I. Love.You,” he repeated, enunciating each word separately and carefully before turning his attention back to her. “I don’t want anyone else...ever.”

“Oh Sidney don’t,” Mya sighed, reaching for him, only to have him brush off her hands. “It’s very sweet and I believe that you mean it and....” Mya watched him as he slid out of the bed and paced across the room. She had to remind herself that he was angry. It was too easy not to just stare at his thickly muscled legs, his tremendously round derriere and the wide expanse of his back that, even in the early half light of a wintery dawn, she could see the angry criss-crossed welts her nails had left behind.

He came back with a gift bag, small, about the size of a lunch bag, tied with a chiffon bow and filled with colourful paper. Mya opened her mouth to object that it was only Christmas Eve and not Christmas day, but the thunderous look on his face made her hold her tongue.

“Go on,” he said, dropping it onto the bed in front of her. “Open it, and then tell me I don’t mean every god damned fucking word I say.”

Mya’s hands shook as she reached for the bag, the tremors racing up her arms to involve her entire body once she began to pull on the bow that tied the handles together. She looked up at him, and he only stared down at the bag, refusing to meet her gaze.
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Her hands trembled as she undid the bow and laid the glittering fabric aside, and then she looked up at him again, as if she needed his approval to continue, but he didn’t trust himself to speak so he only stuck his chin towards the gift and waited. He too was trembling, but with anger and that was not entirely aimed at her.

She was right, of course. He could already hear his old man in his head, snarling about having Taylor corrupted by his whore of a girlfriend. It was definitely something his old man would say. What Mario would say...now that was anyone’s guess. He neither seemed to approve nor did he outright disapprove. Or at the very least he was keeping his opinion to himself for the moment, but around his daughters? Mya could very well be right about that, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it.

“Sidney....” She turned those emerald green cats’ eyes to him, wide and searching, her mouth agape. He looked down at the blue box in her hand and didn’t feel the excitement and rush of emotion he’d thought he would when she opened it. Of course he’d planned for her to open it when they were alone, after everyone else had gone to bed and they would both be full of Christmas turkey.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbled, reaching for the black onyx and canary diamond heart ring. “It’s a promise ring. If it was...if it was for that then it would be bigger. You do know what two months of my salary would buy?” He tried to smile but the line didn’t seem as funny now as it did when he’d come up with it.

“It’s beautiful and...and too much. Especially after everything last night and...,” Sidney took the ring out of the box and, grabbing her wrist a little too tightly and slid it onto her ring finger.

“I keep telling you that all that shit...it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you start to understand that you fucking mean something to me and that no matter what crazy shit you come up with to try and scare me away, I’m not fucking going anywhere. Do you hear me Mya? I fucking love you and I’m not going anywhere. No matter how hard you try to make me.”

She looked up at him with tears in her emerald green eyes and he knew in that moment that if he could take it all back if he could. The last thing he wanted to do was make her cry.

And then she threw her arms around his neck and climbed into his lap and he found himself laughing, as much in relief as because of her reaction, and pushing her back into the pillows. With his body pinning hers, her arms still wrapped around his neck, he looked into her face and felt his heart swell in his chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he sighed, brushing her hair from her forehead before planting a kiss on the tip of her nose. But he couldn’t stop there. He kissed her, softly at first. Gentle butterfly kisses, lips brushing, meeting and then retreating and meeting again. Then he kissed her as if her lips were water and he was dying in the desert. He drank from her mouth and still wanted more.

Her body opened to his and he heard her sharp intake of breath when he entered her. He should be gentle. She’d already warned him that she was...tender after he’d claimed her as his, over and over again until both of them were bathed in sweat and fell into an exhausted slumber, only to wake again in the early hours to fumble and roll around, giggling like school kids finding new and more exciting ways to come together.

Now he only wanted to be deep inside of her, part of her, with her.

He pressed his lips over the strong steady pulse in her neck, breathing in the heady scent of her perfume mixed with aroma of sweat and sex. This woman...this woman did things to him, made him do things....

Lifting her leg, his arm under the back of her knee, Sidney changed the angle of his stroke, making it long and shallow as he dug his teeth into her shoulder. He heard her moan, felt her arch off of the bed, pushing up against him. He found that spot that made her shiver, that made her sigh as he slid over it. His lips found hers’ and he kissed her, tasted her lips and wrapped his tongue around hers’.

Hockey be damned, making love to this woman was better than scoring a goal in overtime. Maybe not better than winning the Cup but...damn close. Her green eyes opened and it was like watching the sun rise. They glowed as she smiled up at him and Sidney felt his heart stop in his chest.

“I love you,” he whispered and saw her smile widen.

“You’d better,” she replied, reaching up to touch her fingers to his cheek. He turned his head so that he could kiss each and every one of her fingertips. He’d never cried before, not in bed, not like this, but he felt a tear roll down his cheek as she wrapped her arms around him and her lips whispered words in his ear that made him feel safe, made him feel wanted, made him feel loved.

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“Do you think there’s any place open we can order delivery from?” Mya called as Sidney leaned closer to the mirror, shaving away the last of the shaving cream. Not that there was really much growth after one day but had been enough to make her squirm the last time he’d kissed her and that had sealed it. He’d shave before they went out to for drinks with the rest of the gang.

“Are you too hungry to wait until we get to the bar?” he asked, reaching for a towel and then thinking better of it turned toward the shower.

“I’ve kind of worked up an appetite,” she whispered, nipping at his ear and grabbing him and digging her nails into his ribs. “I could eat like...maybe three Big Macs.” Sidney made a face as he stepped into the shower.

“How could you eat those things?” he asked honestly. Just thinking about those horrible things made his stomach turn.

“Don’t you ever crave anything bad like that when you’re starving?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her cheek against his back. Sidney closed his eyes and turned his face up into the spray. He did, sometimes. It was just usually something like cheesecake.

“I crave you, I know that,” he replied, laying his arms over hers’ and grinning to himself. How many times had they made love now? Ten times? More? They’d hardly slept and he didn’t even feel tired.

“Mmm, I guess I could eat you up,” she giggled, biting down on the soft skin at his waist, his love handles she’d called them when he’d made a face earlier when she’d grabbed a hold of them. She’d said that she liked that he wasn’t all hard. He’d reminded her, in no uncertain terms, that she liked it very much when he was...hard that is.

He felt her now, kissing and biting her way up to his shoulders and felt his cock stir. Again? God, this woman did things to him that were...had to be illegal.

“Keep that up My and we won’t make it to the bar,” he chided her, turning to wrap her up in his arms, covering her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. God yes! He could happily devour her.

“You hardly drink anyway,” she reminded him as he kissed his way down her neck to the pale round of her shoulder. “And then I won’t see you for...days,” she added, her bottom lip promptly sticking out in a cute, childlike pout.

“A few days, and I thought you told me earlier that you were going to need that time to recover,” he grinned down at her and it only took a moment for her to lose the pout and smile back at him.

“Well...I might need one more reminder,” she giggled as she slid her hand down over his slick stomach and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He groaned, screwing his eyes tightly closed as she stroked her hand along the length of his dick. He fisted his hand in her hair and a shudder ran down his spine as he felt her lips close around one of his nipples. Oh Christ! Did he have no control when it came to her?

He reached out to steady himself and pressed his hand flat against the glass and his eyes popped open. He looked over to where his hand was pressed, his fingers splayed, and found, to his relief, that he had not erased the tiny heart. He could see it, just at the edge of his fingertips and his breath caught in his throat.
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Mya felt him stiffen, his fingers in her hair going slack and then gripping her shoulder, hard. She turned her eyes up to his face and saw him turned away, staring at a crude heart that had appeared on the glass with the steam.

His initials were drawn in the heart, and it didn’t take much of a leap of imagination for her to realize who had put the heart there.

“Randi,” she breathed, the name escaping her lips before she could take it back. Biting down on her bottom lip, Mya cursed under her breath.

“No...it’s okay,” Sidney said, relaxing his grip on her shoulder and turning to search her gaze. “I don’t think about her that often anymore.” He made a face, like he felt a little strange thinking that way and then inched his hand towards the heart, as if he to wipe it away.

“Don’t.” Mya reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from doing something she assumed that he would regret.

“It’s okay,” he repeated, his other and sliding up to the cup the back of her head as he leaned down to touch his lips to hers’. “It was only like...a security blanket and I don’t need that anymore. I have you.”

Mya felt her heart leap in her chest and kissed him back, pressing her lips up against his before turning to watch him wipe away the little heart, erasing it with his hand, until the glass was clear but for the drops of water running down it.

They both stared at it for a long moment and then Sidney turned back to her and wrapped his strong arms around her and held her close. Mya pressed her cheek to his chest and listened to the strong, steady beat of his heart and thought she’d never felt more safe, or loved, in her entire life.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, great update!!! Hot and sexy as always!!! Kinda feel sad that he wiped the heart away but I guess that means he really is moving on with his life!!

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