Chapter 6
Chapter six
No Hitter
Derby
I was beside myself with excitement. The things Godwin had come up with on our nightly video chats were tantalizing, but actually having his big hands on me, and his hot cock in me, were even better. I couldn’t think of anything else during the hour-long drive up to see him again.
Soon enough, I pulled into the driveaway that led to the two-car garage of my mother’s new home.
It was beautiful. I’d seen pictures, but looking at the final product in person was amazing.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise. After all, I’d seen Godwin’s amazing home, but I nearly squealed with delight, getting out of the car. Momma was going to love the big porch.
But where was Godwin?
I texted him but got no answer.
I made my way to the front door and peered in the little square side windows that lined the entryway. I could see all the way to the back of the house where the big sliders were. We’d put sod in the yard beyond the deck, but now it screamed for something more.
A car pulling in the drive had me turning to see Godwin’s SUV. He was here. I jogged over to where he got out of the vehicle and jumped into his arms. “The house is beautiful.”
“Mmm...” He kissed the side of my face. “Wait until you see the rest of it.”
My feet came back to the ground, and he ushered me back to the house. “I can’t wait.”
Godwin hadn’t lied. The floors were luxurious, flowing throughout the space.
The kitchen was perfect with a giant island and quartz countertop, perfect for baking.
He’d included the double ovens we’d asked for in a pleasing and functional manner.
The laundry had been placed off the master, but in the hallway, so guests could use it as well without traipsing through her room.
It was a split plan, so her room and bathroom with the laundry was on one side of the main living area, and two guest rooms shared the second bathroom on the other side.
All of it was what we discussed, but it was altogether different being inside the house in person.
Godwin and his team had hit a home run on this one.
“Derby, let’s go outside.” He slid the glass doors apart. It was like having the entire wall open to the deck.
“Fuck. This came out nice. I can see patio furniture out here.” I waved my finger around where I could imagine lounge chairs and maybe a table.
“This has to be my favorite deck space we’ve ever done.” Godwin held a hand up to his forehead, blocking the sun from his eyes as he looked out to the yard. “You need a pool.”
“Why didn’t you offer that before?”
He turned to face me. “We don’t do pools. I’ll give you the contact info for the guy who did mine.”
“You have a pool? Why didn’t I see that?”
“You only saw the bedroom. You’ve only been there once.” Godwin chuckled. “But, yeah, we can get in my pool later today. After you see that bedroom again.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I’d like to take you on a date first. If everything is good here, we can go back to my office to sign papers, then it’s all yours. If you’re sticking around town, of course.”
“Date?”
“That’s what you got out of all that?”
I bounced on the balls of my feet. “Yes. Date. Where’re we going? It’s the middle of the day.”
“You’ll see. Don’t worry, it’ll be sporty and fun.”
I let out a whoop and followed him back to the front of the house. After making sure I’d seen everything, he locked up, then pulled me into his chest. He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll see you back at my office.”
“Okay.” Then I lunged and stole the kiss I’d wanted.
Godwin chuckled into my mouth. We fit together. I didn’t know how or why, but we did. For once, I wasn’t going to fight it.
Our date—oh my God. He’d said sporty, but I’d never pictured goofy golf. “This isn’t a sport,” I complained half-heartedly as he got our clubs and balls.
“It is. It’s golf. That’s a sport.”
“It’s not golf. Not really.”
“It’s about all I can handle.” He pointed a club at me.
“Okay. Show me your mad putt-putt skills.” I was completely charmed by Godwin’s effort, and I was determined to enjoy the day.
I managed to make a hole-in-one, but Godwin still beat me. It was fascinating, and down right amazing to see a different side of him. He was a stoic man, but on the putting green, he loosened up. A little. He was as competitive as me, though, which turned out to be a lot of fun.
As we returned our putters, my stomach growled. “How about we pick up food on the way back to your place?” I asked.
“You got it. Burgers? Chicken? Pizza?”
“Sushi?”
Godwin pulled a face and stuck out his tongue. “You’re kidding, right?” We hadn’t done a lot of eating out in our time together. He couldn’t have known how health-conscious I was, other than the fact that I was a professional athlete.
“I don’t do junk food.” I shook my head and rubbed my hand down my chest. “I gotta keep this bod in shape, man.”
Godwin did a dramatic eye roll. “I don’t know where to get sushi.”
“I do. This is my hometown, too, you know.”
“I’d kind of forgotten that. Okay, hotshot, I’ll follow you, but maybe we can stop by a burger joint, too?”
“Uh, how about you try the sushi? It’s fucking good, dude.”
Godwin crowded me in against the car. “How about that earns you a punishment?” One of his eyebrows quirked up in a dirty smirk.
“Okay, I’ll play. How about you eat the sushi with me, and I’ll let you spank my ass until your hand hurts.”
“Deal.” He leaned even closer and bit my nose.
I laughed, even though I wasn’t sure what I’d agreed to. His antics were killing me. My cock pressed painfully against my jeans. Whatever was between us, it was going to be enjoyable.
I hadn’t really seen Godwin’s house. I thought I had, but the one time we were here, I’d seen his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen where we ate breakfast, but the house was more than that. Much more. This time I got the whole tour.
The living room was huge with a fireplace and was elegantly decorated. He had three other rooms. One was an office. “Boring,” he said with a shrug as I shut the door.
The next room over was the surprise. Two large tables in the center had matchsticks and the makings of a mansion on them. Shelves along the back wall held previously put together models. “What’s all this? Do you make these?”
“It’s a hobby.” He shrugged as if it were nothing, but from what I could see, it was incredible.
“One you’re good at. Hell, I bet you could sell these.”
“Nah...” Before we could discuss it further, he ushered me back to the hallway. “Guest bath.” He opened the door to a large room with gorgeous tile that rivaled what he had in his the master bathroom. “And guest room.” He opened the last door to a comfy room. “My brother stays over some times.”
“The brother that makes the trusses?” I asked, curious now and wanting to hear more. “Or do you have another?”
“No, just Beau. The truss king. It’s only the two of us.”
“Beau?”
“Short for Beuford, which he hates.”
“Yeah, I can see that. And how about the pool?”
“How about after that Sushi you’re forcing on me?” He led me back to the kitchen, where we opened the plastic containers.
“This one is a California roll,” I explained. “It has artificial crab and cucumbers. That kind of thing. Nothing raw. You might like that best. But this is my favorite.” I pulled out the eel roll. “I love the sauce they use.”
“What is that?”
“Eel.” I’d gotten that for me, but I also ordered a variety of things to see what he might like.
Godwin made that face he’d had earlier with his tongue out. “Gross.”
“Try it. If you don’t like it, you might like this one. It’s smoked mackerel.”
“I think that’s more my style.” He skipped over the eel, going straight for the mackerel. “Not bad.”
“See?”
That earned me a major eye roll. “Whatever.”
We spent an hour exploring what sushi he liked or tolerated.
He ate a good bit of the smoked mackerel and some of the tuna.
He didn’t care for the rest of it. But I loved watching his expressive face each time he tried something new.
I’d even ordered spider roll, thinking he’d like the crab.
I’d been right. He said it was very much like soft-shelled crab. That had been the point.
After lunch, we jumped in the pool. I splashed him, which made him grab me and throw me into the deep end. I came up sputtering, but I wasn’t mad. It was fun. I climbed all over him, and he threw me around. Then he dragged a couple of floats into the water, and we stretched out in the sun.
“This is nice. Yeah, I’m putting a pool in at Momma’s. Can you send Amy the guy that did yours?” The water sparkling, and the whole area felt tropical and relaxing. I wanted that atmosphere for myself, but also for Momma.
“You got it.”
After a while, I started fidgeting. “I’m bored. Wanna fuck?” I asked.
“That mouth just earned you extra spankings.”
“Fuuuck.” I stretched the word out because the thought of him spanking me had my dick hard enough to burst through my swim trunks.
Godwin dropped off the side of his float and swam over to me. He grabbed me and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Don’t drop me.” I was serious, but I also giggled.
Godwin growled and deposited me on the side of the pool. “I don’t want to drop you or slip on the stairs with you over my shoulder.” He jumped out and helped me up. We dried off and went inside. Then he tossed me over his broad shoulder again.
What had I gotten myself into? Was he really going to spank me? Did I hope he would or wouldn’t?
In his room, he yanked my swim trunks off and tossed them into the shower. He tossed his in after mine. I stood there naked with a hard-on from hell in the middle of his room. He manhandled me around, ending with me ass-up over his lap. I held my breath.
He landed a smack on my ass, and I exhaled in a gush.
“Don’t hold your breath. You need to breathe through this, baby.”