Chapter 16
One Day
Zahirah
As we’re lounging on the couch in the cabin, I can’t stop laughing as Bentley tickles me. I have tears leaking from my eyes as I hold my teddy bear tightly to my chest, Bent’s arms wrapped around me from behind. I haven’t been this happy in a long time.
“Say you’re sorry and I’ll stop,” Bentley growls into my neck.
“But I’m not sorry. You started it. Leave me and my bear alone and we won’t attack you again,” I say through my laughter.
“Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t take you again before tonight, but you smell so good and feel even better,” he groans in my ear as he creeps his hands under his T-shirt I’m wearing.
I moan as he palms my breasts in his hands and begins to roll my nipples between his fingertips. I drop the teddy bear and reach back for his hair as he sucks on my neck. He was right, sex is getting better each time we have it.
I love that he’s taking the time to teach me how to please him as much as he pleases me. I don’t think there is a place on my body he hasn’t laid claim to. His mouth and tongue have been everywhere.
“Why make silly promises?” I moan as I push myself back into him.
“Zah, we’ve been having sex since last night. I don’t want you to think that’s all I brought you here for. I want to spend time with you.”
“You are spending time with me. You just need to spend a little more inside me,” I pant as he turns me to face him.
I lift my arms for him to peel his shirt off me yet again. He tosses it aside and pushes his basketball shorts down. He’s already so hard.
A groan escapes his lips as I lick my hand, then wrap it around him to stroke his shaft. I keep stroking as he leans toward the table where he placed a few condoms just in case. Releasing him, I allow him to roll the condom on as I watch once again to learn how to do it for him.
I’m almost confident I can do it next time. Although I would be nervous. When he’s done, he reaches for me and palms my ass as he tugs me into him.
I smile as he kisses me hungrily. I can still taste the apple juice he had a little while ago on his tongue. I suck his tongue into my mouth to get more of the flavor.
He breaks the kiss and places his forehead to mine. “I love you. You’re so sexy. Just the way you smell turns me on. God, Zah, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?”
“Who told you you have to? I’m all yours, remember?” I breathe.
He lifts me onto his waist and tugs my head closer to his so he can kiss me. I whimper as he guides his way inside me. My toes curl and I swear I just drooled into his mouth.
Bentley groans and keeps going as if nothing happened. I break the kiss and bury my face in his neck as he begins to rock into me while guiding me up and down. I claw my fingers against his neck and push them through his thick hair.
“You feel so amazing. Does it feel good for you? Do you want me to stop and eat your pussy?”
“No, please don’t stop. I’m already so wet. You feel good too. I love you. Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck, Zah. I want you so much. I’m inside you and I still want you,” he grunts.
I cry out as he places me on my back on the sofa. He doesn’t miss a beat as he pounds down into me. I look down my body to watch our connection. He now has his arms wrapped around my thighs as he keeps thrusting.
His body looks so strong and powerful as he moves in and out of me. There is a bit of soreness from all this sex we’ve been having, but not enough for me to want this to end. I throw my head back and clench my walls around him.
“Fuck. Yes, baby. Just like that.”
I repeat the action, and he hisses between his teeth. Bentley is gorgeous on any given day, but he’s simply breathtaking during the throes of passion. My thighs begin to shake, and that telltale sign of my own climax begins to stir.
“I’m coming. Oh my God, Bent. I’m coming,” I cry out.
He reaches for my clit and begins to rub it. The gesture only intensifies my building orgasm. I reach for his forearms and dig my nails in. He reaches to squeeze one of my breasts and bites his lip as he pumps harder and faster.
“So fucking good. You’re so beautiful when you come for me. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
“Yes, Bent. Yes.”
I come for him over and over again. By the time we are both spent, I need a nap and a good soak in the tub. Once he catches his breath, Bentley carries me to have both.
When he climbs into the bed to spoon me while dropping kisses all over my shoulder, face, and head, I feel the deeper connection growing between us. It’s more than the sex. I can’t describe it just yet, but it’s kind of like our souls are locking together.
“One day I’m going to marry you,” he breathes as my lids grow heavy with sleep.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Zahirah?”
“Hmm?”
“One day you’re going to be my wife. I’m going to marry you.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile on my face as I fall asleep.
I dream of the perfect life as his wife. A cute little house with kids and a dog. I dream of the future I’ve always wanted.
Bentley
As my words dance in my mind and I see the future I want, I can’t get my mind to settle down so I can sleep. Having Zah in my arms, feeling her soft, warm body against mine, it all makes the dream seem more tangible.
As an hour goes by and then another, I give up on sleep and get out of bed to get something to drink. I grab my phone before jogging downstairs to the kitchen.
My mind begins to race even more. I have the option to declare for the draft this year. Depending on how well this season goes, it might be the right thing to do. Leave while my draft stock is high.
However, that would mean Zah and I will only get to have one year together at college. Reality hits hard as I take that option in. It hits harder as I realize we’re only going to get two years tops.
I rub at my chest as a deep ache starts. I think I might be having a panic attack. I need someone to talk to so I can get my head around this.
“Hello. Bentley, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, Dad, sorry I woke you. I just really need to talk.”
I can hear him moving around on the other end of the phone. Guilt fills me as I look at the time on the wall. I probably should have come up with another way to ground myself.
“Don’t you worry about waking me. I’m here anytime you need me, son. What’s up?”
I think over how to say this without revealing that I’m in a relationship with the girl next door. I’m not sure how our parents will take this or if his advice will change because of who I’m talking about. I need to vent and get some clear perspective, not a lecture and shutdown.
“Come on, son. This is me. You can talk to me.”
“I’m seeing someone and we’re getting serious. I … I love her. I think it’s time I start thinking more about my future and what that means to her,” I say cautiously.
“Ah, I see. Tell me exactly what your concern is,” he says steadily.
“I didn’t want to date before because I wanted to focus on the game. I didn’t want to end up here. Needing to decide between her and the game.
“What if I can and should declare after this season? She’s a freshman. She has three more years of school to go. What does that mean for us?”
“If she’s the one and she cares about you, she’s not going to make you decide. She’ll support this dream you’ve had all your life. Your mother has never asked me to decide between my dreams and my love for her.
“She’s supported me through the best of times and the worst. And, son, times have gotten really bad. I’ve always been able to lean on her love.
“If you can look at this young lady and see that type of love in her, she’ll be there no matter what you choose. There will be a time when you’ll know she has to come first.
“That one time when you’re asking too much of her love and you have to be the one to make a sacrifice, but that’s a different time and circumstance. You’ll know what needs to be done when that day comes.
“For now, trust her to love you enough to support you. If she can’t, she’s not the one. You’re growing into a good man, Bent,” he says.
“But what if I don’t make the right decision and I lose her? Where do I go from there? Nothing seems right without her anymore.”
He chuckles and sighs. “Ah, you’re definitely smitten. No matter what happens, son, you can always come home. Let that be your starting point.
“How you center yourself when you’re feeling lost. Come home and ground yourself in the familiar.
“Meanwhile, I want you to trust your instincts. You’ve fallen for her for a reason. You’re a QB for a reason. You’re a born leader,” he says.
I nod as if he can see me. I knew he would know just what to say. My dad has always been the voice of reason in my life. I have so many memories of him being in my corner. I don’t know what I would do without him.
“Thanks, Dad. That all makes a lot of sense. I’ll talk to you later. I think I should try to get some sleep. Thanks again.”
“Good night, Bent. I love you, son.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
“Good night.”