Chapter 11
ELEVEN
His home became our playground. For twelve days he thought of new ways to make date night our reality. He was a man on a mission.
Fohr was serious about his commitment to courting me even though our circumstances were less than ideal. He was a romantic at heart. I could tell by the amount of attention he paid to detail and the effort that went into even the smallest things.
He was creative. He’d customized a planner for our time inside so I was always up to speed on what was happening around me and could be prepared. I took care of his home and he took care of me. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.
Each night I was sent a reminder for the following date night. Fohr was hardly ever too far away from me, but it never mattered. He found joy in sending updates, even if I was lying across his lap as he did so.
Day one: Movie night.
Day two: Cooking course, hosted by Kit Delucca
Day three: Batting lessons, hosted by me, Fohr McClarren
Day four: Glutes (Meet me in the gym, sweet baby)
Day five: Jacuzzi, cheese, crackers, and wine
Day six: Game night
Day seven: Picnic on the lawn
Day eight: Arcade night
Day nine: Dinner date (Please cook or we can get in the kitchen together.)
Day ten: Arts and craft
Day eleven: Karaoke night (Give your throat a rest)
Day twelve: Cocktail hour.
I hadn’t seen much of the upstairs. Since the first night, I belonged to Fohr’s bed.
It had become as much of mine as it was his.
The private wing was no longer a restricted area.
I had full access. He preferred it this way, and so did I.
Whenever I promised to give his back a break and spend the night upstairs, I’d find myself sleepwalking to his bedroom as he was making his way to mine to come get me.
Nothing about our connection was average. Though we were conquering new levels rapidly, neither of us was in a rush for the next step. We were exploring our possibilities and learning each other simultaneously.
I was getting to know a side of Fohr that the world hadn’t. I was getting to know a side of myself that I hadn’t known before him. This version of me was only possible because I was listened to, waited on, desired, and properly pursued.
“Hmph,” I mumbled as the facts began piling in my head.
I stirred the egg whites with my mind still reeling. The last twelve days had been the most eventful of my life. And knowing Fohr McClarren, mega-baseball star, was responsible for them had my head and heart in a frenzy.
“Hmph, what?”
His baritone forced the hairs all over my body to rise from their resting places and stand at attention. He wrapped his arm around me slightly, careful not to let his skin make contact with my apron. Sweat seeped from his pores. Still, I couldn’t help myself.
I turned around, cutting the eggs off as I did so. I placed my palms against his cheeks and pulled his face closer to me. I pressed my lips into his and parted them with my tongue.
Fohr was the sweetest thing I’d ever known. I, now, understood what Lauryn meant in that song she’d made all those years ago. He was a giant but he was gentle–with me at least. And, that was all that mattered. He was all that mattered for the most part.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how miserable I’d be at home hadn’t I come to yours. This experience has been—something.”
“You wouldn’t have been miserable, Kit. You’re a loner. I figured that out about you first.”
“Well, maybe not, but being here makes me feel like I could’ve been. Probably should’ve been had I declined and didn’t recant.”
“But, you didn’t. And, now you know what good dick and a good man feel like in your world.”
Shaking my head, I pecked his lips another time before turning around to continue with breakfast. It was almost time for him to eat.
“Go shower. Make it quick. When you get back, your food will be waiting.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled, giving me a kiss on the shoulder before taking off.
I sighed, closed my eyes, and accepted that there wasn’t a man on God’s green earth like Fohr. I’d bet my last dollar on it.
Seven minutes later and Fohr was standing before me in a pair of shorts that told his secrets. For starters, his manhood was massive. Secondly, he wasn’t wearing briefs. Lastly, he was aroused by sexual tension.
His food awaited him. Ignoring the lustful gaze in his eyes, I sat his plated food on his end of the table. I didn’t make it to mine.
My palms were spread against the table. My dress was hiked over my pantiless bottom, and Fohr’s erection was at my center. He wasn’t interested in breakfast at the moment. He was interested in me.
“Babbbbbby– your food will get cold.”
“That’s why we have a microwave.”
The way he infused me in every detail of his existence now was humbling. It was such a simple detail but it meant the world to me. He was rapidly becoming my favorite person. The way we fit together like missing pieces to a puzzle, I was beginning to believe I was maid for him.
“Ummmmm. Yessss. Yesss.”
I welcomed him with copious amounts of lubrication. My gratitude smeared his brown skin with each stroke. I could hear my satisfaction on his tool.
“You like that, Kit?”
“Um hmm.”
Fohr couldn’t help himself. His need to talk me through our sessions was too strong. I enjoyed every word that fell from his lips. They steered me to faraway places that only he could lead me.
“Yessssss.”
“Good. Good. Open that pussy up for me some more.”
I shuddered.
“Yeah, sweet baby. Just like that. Just like that, baby.”
It didn’t matter how many times he entered me. It always felt like the first. And it was almost always better than the last.
“Uhhhhh. Yesssss. Yessss. Uhhh.”
Gently, he drove into me at a snail's pace. This was my favorite. He knew it and so did his pole. He fished for my climax and didn’t have to go very far to find it. I creamed on him as I buckled at the knees. He creamed inside of me, filling me with his semen like a chocolate cupcake.
“You’re going to say something, Kit, or are you just going to stare?”
“Both,” I admitted, resting my back against the chair as I watched him devour the food I’d made.
It was a pleasure seeing him consume the fruit of my labor. It was a secret obsession I’d developed and doubted I’d get rid of any time soon. I stood over the stove for hours some days, brimming with happiness at the thought of Fohr enjoying what I was preparing for him.
And, each time, he did. Breakfast was his least favorite meal of the day, but it was enjoyable to watch him consume it, nonetheless. He often called it boring, which led me to find new ways to enhance his most important meal of the day.
“What’s on your mind, baby? Talk to me.”
He placed his fork beside his omelet and stared back at me.
“Have you seen the news today?”
Fine bumps expanded my skin.
“I have.”
“It won’t be long before they approve the antiviral medication they’ve been testing.”
“I’m aware. Is that a concern of yours? Tell me what’s on your heart, baby.”
“What happens next–” I admitted. I rested my face on the back of my hand.
“We both know what happens next, Kit. But, you want to hear it out loud?”
I nodded.
“We risk it all. We risk everything for a chance to love one another. You try your damndest not to break my heart. I try my damndest not to break yours.
“We navigate the ups. We navigate the downs. We navigate the uncertainty. We navigate the knowns. And, we choose each other each day. Every day we wake up.”
“It’s been a pleasure waking up next to you each morning. There’s an immense amount of joy in my spirit. This feels good. This feels right. I just worry that I’ve gotten far too comfortable with you here. One day you won’t be.
“You’ll be on the road. At games. In interviews. Practicing. Preparing for events. You know– living the life of a pro ball player.”
“And, you’ll be waiting for me to return, Kit, because no matter how long or how far… I will always return. The season is long, and it is challenging, but I am worth the way. If you don’t believe me yet, then I’ll be sure to prove myself before I get back on the road.”
“You already have,” I informed him. “I don’t doubt that you are. I haven’t since the moment you opened your mouth and said my name. It’s just that I miss you already and you’re not even gone.”
“I’m not,” he assured me, “I’m right here wondering if it’s too soon to ask you to be my woman who will one day become my wife and give me pretty daughters with orange undertones, perfect teeth, spiraled curls, and full faces of makeup just to have dinner with their father on a normal day.”
I caved. “Who raised you?”
His gentleness lulled me to places that felt good to my heart, my head, my body, and my soul.
“Felandro and Claire McClarren.”
“They did such a wonderful job.”
“Did they?”
“Um hm.”
“And your parents, so did they. I’ll likely spend the rest of my life paying them back as well.”
“My success and happiness is all the repayment they’ve ever needed. They said so themselves.”
He nodded. “Happiness–”
I waited with baited breath, anticipating what he was to say next.
“Do I contribute to that for you?” With a tilted head, Fohr questioned.
“You do. My happiness was intact when you showed up at my door. I thought maybe I was at my healthiest and happiest, but being here with you over the last two weeks have shown me that it was only a fraction of what was possible. I’m a happy woman, Fohr. But you make me a happier woman.”
“I want to make you the happiest woman.”
“And, how will you do that?” I posed, feeling a shift in my chest.
“I haven’t figured it out just yet, but you’ll be the first to know when I do.”
I chuckled, lightening the moment and buying into his sarcasm.
“Finish your breakfast, baby. We need to shower.”
“Yes, ma’am.”