Chapter 13 Hymn #2
With a smile on my face, I watched Brion reach for something. She continued to hold the phone while her head was down, and she opened the card. When her head lifted, she was smiling at me. “Read it out loud.”
“Sorry I’ve been in my own little world. Even while I’ve been sulking, I’ve been thinking about you.” Brion’s head dropped bashfully.
“Who is it from?” I heard a female voice ask.
“This man.” Brion turned the phone, so the person she was talking to could see me. Though she looked young, I assumed I was looking at Brion’s mother because the woman looked just like her.
“Hi, sir. I’m Brion’s mother. The flowers are beautiful.”
“Thank you. I’m Hymn. Nice to meet you.”
Brion turned the phone back on herself. “He fine girl,” her mother declared making me laugh.
“Get out of here lady,” Brion chuckled. “Thank you. These are gorgeous. I was so ready to throw them in the trash thinking they were from my ex; I didn’t even fathom they might be from you.”
“I guess we were thinking about each other at the same time, huh?”
“Yeah, I didn’t take you not responding personal. I know you have a lot going on.”
Just like that, my dick was hard again. “Where are your daughters?”
“In the kitchen helping my sister bake cookies. Them and my sister will have their nosey butts in here in a bit.”
“Can I see you tonight?”
Brion’s simper didn’t help my erection. She was always so damn shy acting. That turned me on more than a woman being overly aggressive. Go after what you want, but damn near raping a man or begging him to have sex wasn’t attractive to me.
“Give me about two hours. I’ll leave out when the girls are good and sleep.”
“Bet.”
I finally had a reason to get up off the couch.
Even though I had been lounging around the house all day doing nothing, I never got in my bed without washing my ass, so it would have gotten done, regardless.
But I was going to take one before Brion arrived.
Walking or limping rather and not putting a lot of weight on my foot was annoying.
It took me double the amount of time to do everything.
However, I kept trying to tell myself that it could have been worse.
After my shower, I carried one of the cakes in the kitchen and cut myself a slice.
Carefully, I carried the saucer and a fork into the living room and sat down.
The red velvet bundt cake was so moist, and when I realized it had tiny chocolate chips in it, I closed my eyes and moaned like a big bitch.
That cake was going to get demolished effortlessly.
Not being able to really exercise, being bored, and annoyed was more than likely going to cause excessive eating and drinking while I was out of the game, but I didn’t even give a damn.
Who the hell wanted to be sad and healthy?
I devoured the cake in about five bites.
When I realized I hadn’t brought anything to drink from the kitchen, I sucked my teeth.
Standing up, I walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water.
As soon as I sat down, the doorbell rang.
All I could do was drop my head and chuckle.
You had to be kidding me. With a sigh, I stood up again and went to open the door for Brion.
My frustration was forgotten when I saw her standing in the hallway looking good as hell.
The makeup she had on earlier had been washed off, but she was still gorgeous.
Brion’s hair was still in loose curls, and she was wearing an oversized black and white graphic tee as a dress.
On her feet were black and white sneakers. She looked fashionable and fuckable.
“Damn, what’s up, sexy?” I looked her up and down while licking my lips.
“I feel odd,” she chuckled. “I vowed to stop wearing sweats and leggings so much, but I wasn’t sure a shirt as a dress was appropriate.”
“You’re a grown ass woman. The only thing showing is your legs. It’s not like your booty cheeks are hanging out. You look nice. And I missed seeing your face.” Brion blushed when I grabbed her hand.
“I missed you too. Surprisingly.”
We walked over to the couch, and I placed a hand on my chest. “Surprisingly? You’re surprised you missed me?”
“Yes, because I shouldn’t be missing you.”
“There you go with that bullshit. Come here.”
I pulled her arm, so she inched closer to me. “Will I hurt you?” she asked with genuine concern.
“I hurt my ankle not my groin. Come here.”
Brion removed her shoes then straddled me as she bit her bottom lip. “You can’t be in too much pain if you’re trying to be nasty.”
As I palmed Brion’s ass through her dress, I peered into her eyes.
“The thing that’s hurt the most is my pride.
I’ve been playing for too long to have such a dumb ass injury.
Especially one that’s going to sit me down during some of the most important games.
I’m seriously thinking of retiring in the next two years.
I want to play in the Super Bowl at least one more time before I leave football. ”
“You’re human. No. matter how long you’ve been playing football, you aren’t above being injured. And at least you won’t be out for the rest of the season.”
I didn’t respond. It was amazing how rubbing her booty and staring into her eyes relaxed and calmed me. I really had missed her ass, and I didn’t even realize it until she was there with me.
“Why you staring at me like a weirdo?” she finally asked.
“Because you’re beautiful. And looking at you has made me feel better than I have since I hurt my ankle. Come here.” I couldn’t believe something so corny had fallen from my lips, but it was true. I wasn’t too prideful to admit to Brion how she was making me feel.
When she leaned in, I nipped her bottom lip before pecking her then parting her lips with my tongue. The kiss we shared had my manhood bricking up within seconds. As our tongues probed one another’s mouths, I stroked Brion’s clit through the fabric of her panties.
“Take that shirt off,” I mumbled against her lips.
Brion pulled back and obliged. The moment her bra hit the couch, I cupped her breasts in my hands and sucked the left one while still holding onto the right one. Her skin smelled like soap and a clean scent like baby powder or something.
Pulling back, I kissed her chin. “We might as well go in the bedroom, since I have to get a condom anyway.”
Brion climbed off my lap and stood. Since I was walking slow, she made it to the bedroom before me.
Once I undressed, I put the condom on and laid on the bed.
Brion straddled me once again but that time, she placed soft kisses along my chest. Her tongue traced my skin as she moved up to my neck where she began to suck.
My eyes closed as I enjoyed the feel of her mouth assaulting my flesh.
When she moved back over to my mouth, we engaged in a passionate kiss as I grabbed my tool and guided it toward her opening.
Brion hoisted her pelvis a bit and moaned into my mouth as she slid down and was filled up inch by inch.
Her pussy was insanely wet and tight. Tossing her curls from her face she leaned forward and while we were chest to chest, she bounced up and down on my dick as I sank my fingertips into her waist. Due to my injury, she had to do all the work, but she was doing a damn good job.
“You feel so good, baby,” she whispered as she pecked my lips.
“Word?”
“Yes,” she moaned throwing her head back.
“Nah, look at me while you get this dick,” I commanded lowly.
Brion stared down at me with hooded lids. Doing as I asked, she stared at me as she continued to twerk on the dick.
“Just like that,” I panted smacking her ass.
“I’m about to come,” she whimpered and closed her eyes.
I smacked her ass cheek so hard my hand stung. “Look at me,” I demanded with more authority in my tone.
Brion’s eyes opened, and her mouth gaped open, but no sound came out.
“Give me that shit,” I coached. “Wet this dick up.”
Brion’s body jerked, but she never broke eye contact as she came.
That shit was so intense, I almost came.
I was starting to see that Brion was something special indeed.
It was up to me to figure out how I was going to handle her.
I could deal with her having three kids for sure.
Her being who she was and the kind of mother she was, I wouldn’t mind her ready made family at all.
Her ex was a fuckin’ fool for fumbling her.
“Good girl,” I grunted. “Good fucking girl.”
Brion went back to sucking on my neck and by the time she snaked her tongue into my mouth I was having an orgasm myself.
Just like I hadn’t realized how much I missed Brion, I hadn’t realized how much I needed that release.
After I came, Brion laid her head on my chest, and that was how we remained for at least ten minutes.
“You good?” I finally asked placing a kiss on her forehead.
“I am.” Lifting her head, she kissed me then eased up off me making my flaccid dick come out of her pussy. “I have to get up early in the morning.”
“Damn you just gon’ fuck me and leave, huh? I feel so cheap and used,” I jested making her laugh.
“Please cut it out. You know I’d stay if I could, but I have work in the morning and mommy duties.”
“I feel you. I just decided to try my hand at being a spoiled brat. It works for you ladies.”
“Not all the time.”
Brion left the bathroom door cracked, and I could hear her peeing. The toilet flushed, and she turned the water at the sink on. After about five minutes, she emerged from the bathroom. “You want me to do anything for you before I leave?”
“Nah, thanks for asking. It takes me a little longer to do everything, but I can pretty much still do everything on my own.”
Brion nodded her understanding. Leaning down, she cupped my face in her hands and pecked my lips. “Bye. I’m going to text you when I make it home.”
“No, you’re not,” I frowned. “You’re going to call me when you get in the car, and you’re going to talk to me the whole way home.”
There it was again. That bashful smile. “Okay if you insist.”
I puckered my lips indicating that I wanted another kiss, so she placed a loud smack on my lips.
Of course, she beat me to the door. That was a given.
One more kiss before she departed, and I went into the bathroom to flush the condom, piss, and clean myself up.
By the time I was done, Brion was calling, and she talked to me her entire way home.
I had started doing the corny shit that people did when they were falling in love and oddly enough, I wasn’t even mad at it.