Calder
June 10, 2019
June 6, 2018
Dear Reggie,
I can’t believe we’ve already been married for a year.
Bet you never thought I’d keep up this tradition of letter writing schmaltz, did you? Well, I promised you romance once, and I guess this is my way of doing it.
You know by now you pretty much made me the happiest man on earth, letting me be your husband. I wake up next to you every morning full of shock and awe.
You’re the sweetest sassiest woman a man like me could ever want.
Happy anniversary, sweetheart.
I love you always, every day and every hour.
Calder
TWO YEARS AND FOUR DAYS after Reggie and I tied the knot, we prepared to celebrate another important milestone. The team gathered at Reggie’s and my newer, bigger house. Well, not exactly newer, since it was still in the Old Village neighborhood, but definitely bigger with a huge backyard, that old firepit traveling with us one block over to the sprawling brick two-story. Our family had grown right along with the Carolina Crush team.
I’d just finished hanging streamers and colorful paper lanterns from the live oaks when Reggie stepped out back, what looked like a million helium-filled balloons floating overhead from strings she held.
“Hurry,” she hushed out. “Meg and Remy are back already.”
“Shit,” I muttered, tying off the last lantern then hustling to my gorgeous wife to handle the balloons.
I dropped a kiss to her upturned lips, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“No time for that, Calder.” She turned to spin away.
I caught her back against me. “Oh, really?”
Her palms smoothed up the front of my chest, and her belly collided against my groin. A very interested groin. Because Reggie stood in front of me barefoot, in a sundress, brown curls bouncing down to the middle of her back.
She tugged me closer, murmuring, “Mmmm. Maybe just one more.”
Unghhh.
She lashed at my lips with her tongue then explored deeply inside. I angled for a better taste, free hand coming up and closing around her tit, tugging at the tight nipple inside her dress.
She broke free, breathing fast. “I don’t know why I always let you do that to me.”
I snorted. “Bullshit you don’t. You wanna fuck as much as I do. I could lay you down right here, push up your skirt, and—”
Her dark eyes flashed and she pressed two fingertips against my lips. “Stop. Calder.” She fanned a hand in front of her face. “Everyone’s here.”
“Like that ever stopped us before.”
Her hand brushed against my cock before she turned on the ball of her foot, my sexy dancer as graceful as ever. “Behave yourself, and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me later.”
“You would anyway,” I called out. “And you like it when I’m dirty.”
“I do,” she mouthed back before blowing a kiss to me off the tips of her fingers.
Everyone who converged at the house included Team Crush, Team Cougars . . . all the kids, the wives, the husbands. Coach D, GM Lou, Peyton and Rafe with Charlotte and Callum and their latest addition, Georgia.
Reggie blitzed them all through the house to the decorated backyard just about a minute before a tiny dark-haired, silver-eyed one-year-old bumbled out the door onto the porch. She stopped, clasping her grandparents’ hands.
“Bama! Bampa! Lookie!”
Bama and Bampa. Gramma and Grampa. Meg and Remy. I chuckled. Then shook my head. Then bit the inside of my cheek because our Josie, one year old today, was just too damn cute for words.
Josie clapped her hands and started down the steps. I fucking rushed right over because sure, of course our gregarious kid had started walking at ten months old, but Christ, I still needed her to take baby steps.
Little Josie. Jocelyn Christa Malone.
She’d had a fist wrapped right around my heart the first time I felt her kick inside Reggie’s belly.
Hadn’t let up since.
She didn’t seem to have time for Dada today, though. Who could blame her? It was her day, and she damn well knew it.
Advanced? Hell, that didn’t cover the half of Josie. A vast cloud of dark ringlets, an even vaster vocabulary. She knew exactly what she wanted and always went right after it, from the time she started to crawl. Guess who she reminded me of?
I looked across the friends and family, finding and locking on Reggie. She had tears shining on her cheeks, and fuck, that always did me in.
I wanted to go to her, take her in my arms, but I got waylaid by our friends here to celebrate Josie’s birthday.
Rafe pressed a water bottle into my hand.
Akoni shouted to me from where he manned the roast pig on the barbeque spit.
Delaney drew Reggie off to a far corner of the yard, probably plying her with mimosas while Brooks fished a beer from the cooler.
And Josie? Well, she hardly paid any attention to us, her parents, you know, the people who’d brought her into the world. Eyes round as saucers, she squealed and giggled, surrounded by her “cousins”.
I knew I didn’t have to worry. Callum, one of the oldest, would look after all of them and especially his baby sisters and Josie, but that didn’t make my heart twist any less as the pint-sized party carried on.
There was face-painting and a jump castle and pin the tail on the Carolina Crush player. That ass better not be modeled after mine.
I glanced at Reggie.
Her tits lifted in the dress.
My shorts tightened in a very dangerous way.
She spun around, attention caught by Sammy, Carolina Cougars center. The pretty blonde Bunyan had been seeing for over a year. Bets had been placed. Big money on when he was gonna man up and propose once and for all. The pot growing every month.
The diminutive freckled blonde and the massive linebacker. Perfect motherfucking love story just like the rest of us—that time without any of the wild bumps in the road.
Philomena showed up, hugging her mom and dad quickly before searching out Reggie and Peyton and Delaney and the rest. Phil’s wife chatted for a few moments with Coach D, her father-in-law, before circling to say her hellos.
That’s right. The real player—Philomena—had gotten herself snagged, by another doctor.
And Carolina Crush? After our 2017 Super Bowl win we’d made it to the last round of playoffs for 2018 before the Reno Ravens knocked us out of contention.
But shit, we were a top-seed contender all the way, and 2019 was destined to be our year again.
And we were already getting ready for the new season. Early training camp. A Peyton Fox-Macintyre trademark.
Man, I hadn’t known how fast time could pass. I glanced at my watch, the one Reggie had given me our first Christmas together. And when we’d gotten married, we’d vowed never to waste time, never to lose sight of love.
I sought her out again, but couldn’t locate her.
But Josie toddled over to me. “DadaDadaDada!”
The dress I’d donned her in much, much earlier was dirty. She’d lost her shoes. Her hands were grubby. The ribbons Reggie had braided into her hair long gone.
And a burst of sheer love crippled me. “Hey, Little Miss.”
I reached down, lifted her up into my arms, snuggling the tiny muffin against my chest.
That was when Reggie appeared, cake platter in hand. She tugged me down, and we kissed above our daughter’s head.
“Okay, Josie. You ready for your first cake?” I set her on a high-backed chair stacked with cushions.
Little Miss was not a fan of the highchair. Go figure.
“Cayk-uh!” She waved her plump arms around while I tried to catch her hands so I could clean the dirt off before she dug in.
Everyone ringed around, three deep at least, the youngest ones at the forefront. And I looked at this family I never thought I’d have, those related by blood and the others related by the team . . . and above all, love.
Reggie lit the bounty of candles then held the cake in front of Josie.
“Wait. Are you sure her hair isn’t gonna catch on fire?” I almost blocked Josie from the cake.
“Relax.” Reggie patted me on the chest. “They’re safety candles.”
Safety candles? What? Sure, I knew all about cabinet locks and doorknob covers and outlet stoppers. But safety candles?
Brooks sidled up to me. “Dude. Chill. Just imagine having two at the same age at the same time.”
“Yeah, well, Austin and Micah are boys. Girls are more delicate.”
His gaze ranged from Delaney to Peyton to Reggie. All of whom had been through the fucking wringer at one point or another. “Really?”
“Good point, man.”
Candles blown out. No one harmed. Josie went right for what she wanted. No surprise there.
I took about a million pictures on my iPhone as she dug into the icing, taking out a purple pansy or some such flower the way I’d take out a blocker during a scrimmage.
Good thing there was a second cake for everyone else.
Later, Brooklyn hung an arm over my shoulder and one around Rafe’s, pointing us toward Austin and Micah—the twins taking after Brooklyn already taller than most one-and-a-half year olds—bouncing around with Charlotte and Josie in the jump castle. “One for each of y’alls!”
Rafe smirked. “And what about Georgia?”
“Y’all need to stop with the procreatin’ so Delaney and I can catch up.”
And yet later . . . an obscene number of presents.
Little Miss Josie opened the first, got way too excited, and had a total meltdown.
Couldn’t blame her. I shit you not, Marquis and Charmaine gave her a tot-sized motorized pink Ferrari.
And everyone understood. She was plum tuckered out. Her face streaked with dirt. Her fingers possibly crusted with cake. Reggie held her close, rocking her softly, gently, while I said the goodbyes and thank yous.
My folks headed off to their hotel, even though they had an open invitation to our house. The house finally vacated, most of the lights turned off, I took Josie from Reggie’s arms.
“I got her, sweetheart.”
Reggie lifted up, her kiss just a sample of her lips promising so much more. “Did I forget to tell you how much I love you?”
“Matter of fact, you did today.”
“Maybe I’ll show you later.”
A promise I’d definitely hold her to. And Reggie better not be out back cleaning up all the crap and party favors or doing dishes. She had one job only, and that was to let me take care of things.
I took the stairs, Josie a little curl against my chest. In her bathroom, decorated like a mermaid’s shell, I stripped her down.
Girl had gotten grubby all over.
Her eyelids barely lifted when I laid her down on a fluffy stack of towels near the sink, forgoing the usual nightly bath. Diaper off, clean one on. Hands, face, arms, feet washed and dried. Baby fresh.
Except she wouldn’t be a baby much longer.
I couldn’t wait to watch her grow up, and I wanted to stow every single moment and memory in my mind forever.
She’d fallen asleep there in the bathroom. I had to dislodge her thumb from her mouth while I quietly pulled a nightie over her, her tiny little nape lifted in my hand.
After I was done, her thumb snuck right back into her mouth.
She didn’t even move when I carried her to her room, placed her in the crib with her lovey, and turned off the light.
She didn’t even hear me when I leaned over and whispered, “Sleep sweet, baby girl.”
I withheld a yawn. Stretched all over. Left her door cracked.
Headed to my wife.
Reggie had lowered the lights.
She was awake.
Waiting.
Like I’d been waiting all day.
Twenty-four hours was too long between us.
Hunger hollowed my cheeks, rippled my chest, and I threw off my shirt. I hesitated, just for a second.
“Too tired?” Reggie asked, dark eyes glimmering.
“Hell no.” My cock had been mostly rock solid for her all day.
“Then come to me. What are you waiting for?”
“You know what. The Little Miss to pipe up down the hall to tell me she wants a sippy cup or let us know she did a tee tee in her diaper and it needs to be changed now.”
“She has you wrapped right around her little finger, Daddy.”
“She’s not the only one, and you know it.” I prowled to the bed and Reggie rose like a goddess from the blankets.
Sexy as fuck.
Wearing nothing but bare glowing skin.
She was even curvier than ever, and she licked her lips before leaning over to shuck off my shorts.
“Jesus Christ.” I grunted, rocking forward.
“I bet you’re glad Remy and Meg stayed at a hotel tonight.”
I nodded dumbly.
Her tongue lashed at me like a branding iron, fingers running around to my ass. And all I could do was stand there, straining, taut and hard from waiting all day to come.
Her head low, her rear end raised high, hair falling against my flexing thighs, Reggie licked and sucked. My balls. My shaft. Even my stomach before she dipped back down to begin the tease again.
My hands curled at my sides then I fisted fingers in her thick soft hair.
She had her way with me. And when she sucked a testicle into her widened wet mouth, a grunt pushed from mine.
She managed the other heavy ball in the same way, her hand on my cock now slickened by more than just her saliva. But she never touched the bell-head, the hot taut dome. Not with her lips. Not with her fingers.
She didn’t touch the head until the crown dripped copious amounts of precome and my knees were buckling and I was harshly rutting against her exploring tongue, one more lick away from begging.
The instant she knew I’d blast off, no holding back, she drew me to her lips, inside her mouth, the cherry red oval sucking me in.
I almost collapsed. “Fuck, Reggie.”
The dam broke. At the last second she pulled me from her lips and settled my cock between the cushion of her tits, bracketing me in soft plush heaven.
I heaved up from the balls of my feet, pumping iron-hard through her cleavage. Her tongue leaped out, and I pressed her head down as I stamped up and closer and—fucking hell—I came.
Blasts of semen hit her neck, her tits, and at last she swallowed me down, glugging noisily, knowing I heard her, knowing I’d come even fucking harder as she drank my seed into her belly.
I’d exploded into her mouth.
I was ready for more.
Both of us naked, I bucked her back onto the bed.
Her mouth was hot against mine. Her body wild against mine.
We careened from one side to the other. I held her down, anchoring her to the mattress to get my own taste on. Couldn’t wait to fill more than her mouth. Wanted to fill her cunt.
Her legs heaved up, I bent my head.
Reggie cried out. Bowed up. And I feasted. Not gentle. Completely hungry.
She swelled. She came. I feasted on. As long as she spilled into my mouth I’d eat her out. Always had. Always would.
Sweat shimmered on my shoulders, and Reggie’s heels beat against them.
I lifted my face. Sucked at my lips. Pressed two fingers inside her to make sure she stayed just as wet, just as open.
My mouth landed on hers as soon as I crawled over her.
She cupped my ass.
Her tits still shimmered with my come.
“Fuck me.”
I hilted deep on the first thrust.
Her eyes closed, her hands grasped mine.
And her hips beckoned with swirling heat.
There was no guilt.
No shame.
Nothing but new love and cherished memories now.
Curling over her, I couldn’t stop the hot slap of my hard cock into her tight cunt. Christ, I almost drove Reggie over the side of the bed.
“You brute.” She laughed, breathlessly, when I hauled her back into place.
My cock kicked, and I hit that spot inside her that belonged only to me, unleashing a rain of come.
“Calder! Calder!” She steered my gaze to hers, arms around my straining neck, then hands on my hollow cheeks.
Reggie kissed me during the orgasm that flexed her entire body, ran roughshod through mine.
“Calder . . .”
Leaning above her, I took her hand in mine. The left one. The one bearing my rings.
I snuck a kiss to her rosebud lips then got a little hazy-eyed when she caressed my shoulders, drawing me on top of her.
I lay with a thigh across her legs, my hand on her tummy, my heartbeat slumberous.
Fulfilled.
Her eyelashes fluttered. I knew she was still awake.
I rose above Reggie. “When can I knock you up again?”
“Who says you haven’t already?”