Chapter 30 – Brian
Sadie was back. Sitting on top of me, her black hair hanging over her shoulders, and her breasts in full view, this was exactly what I’d always been dreaming about. And not because of the sex, either, although that was a hell of a bonus.
Sadie was back to her old self. She took control, she was independent and strong, and she knew what she wanted.
I wasn’t sure how it had happened, why the picture of our high school days finally cracked everything wide open. Despite all our modern technology, the mind is still a mystery.
But I was happy. I was glad to have her back. And she loved me. It wasn’t just the kind of infatuation that came with a new relationship, either, the way I had felt with her the last time I was with her.
It was real love. The love that we’d had before.
I put my hands on her hips as she moved on top of me, slowly. Her eyes were on mine, a dark gray, drowning deep. Her hands were on my abs. I felt her movements, slow and intense, and I knew the best was yet to come. I reached up and put my hand on her cheek, touching her face. She leaned into my hand. This was how I knew it was her.
She used to do that all the time without thinking about it. Downstairs she had done it automatically, too. I hadn’t thought I would ever feel that again, her giving herself to me, rubbing herself against me like a cat choosing their person. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it.
She moved her hips back and forth, lifting herself and sliding back down. Her movements were slow, almost lazy, as she rode me, torturing me, giving me just enough to want more.
This was a whole different person than the one I’d slept with twice, recently. Sadie was in control, now, being a tease, drawing me out. I wanted to hold her down and fuck her, hard. But I would let her play her games first, before I took over.
She looked at me and ran her hands over her own body, putting herself on display for me. I watched her touch herself and felt her body on mine, and my body in hers, and it was pure sexual bliss.
She started moving faster. She was done torturing me. Sadie braced herself with her hands on my chest and bucked her hips faster and faster, riding me.
Her black hair hung down around her face, and her gray eyes were intense. Her lips were parted, and now and then, she licked them, the pink tip of her tongue darting over her lips.
I loved her lips. I loved kissing them and feeling them on my body and on my cock.
Sadie rode me faster. Her hips bucked back and forth, and she slid up and down my cock. Her breath was erratic and shallow. Her breasts swung back and forth, and I reached up, holding onto them. They were perfect in my hands, and I squeezed them, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.
She shifted a little, tipping her hips forward. When she moved, she opened her mouth, and her face changed, becoming orgasmic. I glanced down at where our bodies merged, her pussy stretched around my cock, and I realized her clit was rubbing against my pubic bone as she rode me.
She moved faster and faster, her gasps changing to whimpers and moans. It looked like she had problems holding herself up with her arms. Her body collapsed slowly onto mine.
She breathed hard in my ear, making little mewing sounds through her breathing as she kept riding me. When she leaned forward like this, it changed her angle, and the feeling was spectacular.
I wanted to grip her hips with my hands and fuck her from beneath, doubling the pace we were going at now, but I wanted her to finish first. She kept rocking back and forth. Her moans became louder, breathy, and I knew she was close. Her body shuddered on mine, and I could feel her muscles contract, tightening, gripping my cock.
It didn’t take very long before she tipped over the edge and climaxed on top of me. Her walls clamped down on me as she came, and she fell onto my chest. She gasped in my ear. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her against me. She convulsed on top of me, her hands gripping my biceps.
When the orgasm faded, she lay gasping on top of me. I put my hands on her hips and started bucking my own hips, fucking her from beneath, the way I’d wanted to.
She cried out, tight and sensitive after the second orgasm, and I rammed into her, nailing her harder and harder. She cried out when I buried myself deep inside of her.
My back got tired, but I didn’t stop. The friction worked me up in just the right way, and I wanted a release. I wanted to come inside of her, claim her as my woman, because that was what she was.
It didn’t take long before I felt it building, creeping closer to the edge. My balls tightened, and my cock grew. I picked up the pace another time until my strokes were fast and short. Her cries in my ear tipped me over. I pulled her down on top of me, shoving myself deep inside her as I released. I pumped into her, groaning. My cock jerked and spasmed, and she shivered.
A moment later, she launched into another orgasm, kickstarted by my own. She cried out and curled her body around mine. I felt her body milk my cock, squeezing out everything I had to offer as her orgasm tore through her. She gasped and moaned in my ear as she fell apart on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her against me.
We lay like that, merged together, for the longest time.
Finally, she rolled off me. I slipped out of her softly. I pulled off the condom. I had to get up if I wanted to discard it, but I didn’t want to walk away from her now.
I put the condom on the floor next to the bed, careful not to spill. I would deal with that later.
Sadie lay next to me, and I pulled her onto my chest. Her head fit perfectly on my shoulder. She threw her arm over my chest, and our legs were intertwined.
“I know it’s all back now,” she said. “And I should be happy. But I feel lost and scared.”
I stroked her back. “It’s okay. It’s a big deal.”
She nodded against my chest.
“And no matter what, I’m here for you.”
“You’ve always been here for me,” she said. “That’s one thing that stands out through all of it.”
She looked up at me, smiling. I kissed her.
She put her head back on my chest and closed her eyes. I closed mine, too, and drank in the bliss.
Epilogue
Sadie
Nine months later
We were at High Rock together. Being back here after so long was strange. Sometimes, the memories still got a little tangled in my mind.
I knew that time had passed since the accident. It was six years exactly, today. I had all the memories of what I’d done afterward. But all the memories from before had rushed back nine months ago, and my timeline was a little confused.
I didn’t care, though. I could figure it out, and with Brian to help me, I was starting to make sense of everything. I was just relieved that I had them all back. The relationship I’d had with Brian had been one of a kind, and losing it for that long had been a shame. I couldn’t imagine the pain Brian must have felt, thinking it was gone forever.
It must have been almost like a death to him, except I had still been alive and well and able tell him off.
Now that I knew everything, I understood it. I understood why he hadn’t wanted to let me go, why he’d been willing to settle for even just friendship eventually.
I would have done the same.
“How are you feeling?” Brian asked.
We stood on the rock where it had all happened.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “It’s a mix.”
Part of me remembered that night together, the prom after party, the alcohol, the sex. It had felt like our lives had stretched out before us, and we could become anything we wanted to.
Part of me remembered waking up in hospital and asking about a project I had done two years earlier that was still due in my mind. It was when they’d realized something serious was wrong.
It was a weird combination, remembering what I’d forgotten and the memory loss at the same time.
“We can go,” Brian said.
He put his hand on the small of my back, there for support and stability. I loved how he had become my strength, my security, my protector.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to go. This rock has become so significant.”
I chuckled at the thought that a rock could become such a big deal. And also at the follow up thought that this really shouldn’t be any laughing matter, but everything seemed funny and good when I was with Brian.
Brian smiled when I looked at him. He didn’t say much, but I knew he understood.
Since I remembered everything, we were back together. It was like nothing had changed, as if five years between the accident and the rush of memories had never happened for us. We were just as in love as we used to be in high school.
At the same time, everything had changed. Where we’d been kids back then, dreaming about a future that was still to be explored, we were living the lives we’d dreamed up for ourselves. We were adults. We could be together now the way we used to dream about.
Everything felt like a double life to me, the images in my mind overlapping unless I ran through a timeline for myself. But no matter what I thought about and how it felt, Brian was there through all of it. He was there for me, understanding and kind.
When I had mood swings, he tolerated me. When I was freaking out, he made me feel safe. When I was deliriously happy, he shared in my joy. Never was there a more patient man.
“Sometimes, it still feels weird,” I said. “Sometimes, it feels like yesterday we were getting ready for prom. Literally. And sometimes, it feels like it’s so long ago I can barely remember what dress I wore.”
Brian nodded. “Well, I guess it’s a bit of both. Your memories are fresh. The event isn’t anymore.”
I nodded. “We’ve managed to do it all, though. We did everything we said we wanted to do. I mean, I’m a cheerleading coach because I was good at it in school, and I’m going to start that gym. And you’re a pro player, just like you said you wanted to be. Even if we were pulled apart, we still followed our dreams.”
Brian nodded. “It’s those dreams that pulled us together.”
I blinked at him.
“If you hadn’t become a coach, even if you didn’t remember how great you used to be at cheerleading, you would never have ended up on the training field where I saw you again.”
He was right.
I turned and looked toward the ocean. It was one of those days that felt like I could see into the distance forever. The air was clear and fresh, and a light breeze tugged at my hair and the summer dress I was wearing. The sound of the ocean, constantly crashing onto the shore, was calming. It was the sound of happiness and home.
Brian put his arms around me, and we stood together for a while, just staring out at the sea. My mind ran through that night again.
“Not everything worked out the way we planned it,” Brian said. “At least, not yet.”
I looked at him.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well,” Brian took a deep breath. “We always said we would spend our lives together. Soul mates, remember?”
I smiled and nodded. “Right. Soul mates. But we found each other.”
Brian nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He cleared his throat and dropped to his knee. I stared at him.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He pulled a little blue box from his pocket. Opening it up, he revealed a shiny silver ring with a large diamond on top.
“I want to spend my life with you,” he said. “Officially. I love you just as much as I did six years ago. Without you, life has been so empty. I hate what happened to you so long ago in this place, but I love that we have been brought back together and that we have come back here to conquer our fears together, to start fresh with everything that awaits us every morning when we wake up together. Sadie Anderson, will you marry me?”
I clapped both my hands to my mouth.
“You’re proposing?” I asked through my fingers.
Brian grinned. “Looks like it,” he said.
I was suddenly crying, tears spilling onto my cheeks out of nowhere. I nodded and held out my left hand so he could slip the ring onto my finger.
“Oh, my God,” I said. It fit perfectly, a large diamond set among smaller stones lined up along the silver band, all of which glittered as I moved my hand. “Of course, I’ll spend the rest of my life with you.”
Brian stood up and hugged me. He held me against him.
“I’m so glad to have you back,” he said.
He pulled away and kissed me. His mouth was hot on mine, warmth radiating from his skin, creating a bubble around me against the weather. I ran my hands up his sides, and he squirmed, ticklish.
His hands wrapped around my body and pulled me against him. I felt his erection in his pants and broke the kiss, looking at him.
“For old time’s sake?” he asked.
I knew what he was asking me. I nodded. We were going to have sex on the rock the way we lost our virginity to each other way back when.
High Rock was secluded enough that we wouldn’t be spotted by anyone passing by, but the thrill of possibly being caught was still in the air. Brian kissed me again. He moved his hands, caressing my body, feeling me. He hands were on my ass, squeezing my cheeks before he slipped them around to my breasts and did the same. He spent more time on my breasts, squeezing, rubbing, kneading. My nipples were erect, straining against my bra.
Brian kneeled and pulled me down onto the rock with him. He laid me on my back and half on top of me, his body pressed against mine so that his cock was pressed against my hip through his pants. He kissed me again. His hand was on my cheek, and he slowly slid it down my neck. The slow movement made me ache for more.
His hand moved down my chest, his fingers lifted the dress, and he slipped his hand underneath the material. His fingers pushed into my bra, and he tugged on my nipple until I moaned.
We were in public so we couldn’t get naked, but Brian was turning me on just as much without us removing our clothes.
I reached down and rubbed him through his pants. His breathing sped up, and I knew I was doing it right. He moved his hips, grinding himself against my hand.
I was wet. I could feel it pooling in my panties. As if Brian knew what I was thinking, he slid his hand up my leg, abandoning my breasts for now, and moved underneath my skirt.
The night after prom, when we’d done it right here, I’d also been wearing a skirt. The coincidence was striking.
I didn’t have a lot of time to think about that. Brian pulled my panties to the side and pushed his fingers into me. I made sure my dress was down over his hand so that it wasn’t too suspicious, but I couldn’t think straight.
I gasped as he fingered me, his fingers fighting my panties as he probed me.
I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth, and he tasted of lust and love.
Brian made a growling sound at the back of his throat.
“I can’t stand it anymore,” he said.
He pulled my hand away from his cock and undid his own pants, pulling himself free. He didn’t pull down his jeans, only let himself out through his fly.
He got onto me, his stiff cock bobbing with the movement. I pushed my hand into his pocket and found a condom. I had started the pill since condoms weren’t always safe, but I wouldn’t be safe for another two weeks, so we made sure we always had one handy. I made quick work of getting the condom out and onto his cock.
He rolled onto me, moving in under my dress, and I opened my legs for him.
Brian didn’t hesitate before he pushed into me, and I was so wet he slid in with ease. I gasped. No matter how often we did it, and we did it a lot lately, I would never get used to the size and the feel of him.
Brian started moving, pushing in and pulling out. He looked around to check that we were alone, but the beach around us was deserted, and the rocks around us gave us enough cover.
He bucked his hips harder. The rock was hard beneath my back, but I didn’t care. I was focused on Brian, his cock inside me, and the rhythm he built.
We didn’t have time for positions and delaying orgasms. This was going to be a quickie. Brian pumped into me harder and harder, my legs spread wide on either side of him.
An orgasm built inside of me, born out of the thrill of doing it here, the memories I had now, and Brian’s love for me. Heat filled me up, and it didn’t take long before I spilled over the edge, coming undone at the seams. I cried out, and a moment later, Brian released inside me.
We came together, in sync, and my body tugged at his cock, milking him as it squeezed tightly around his shaft. I felt him jerk inside me. His body pressed down on mine, and I could feel his heart hammering against my own chest.
We were both breathing hard. He looked me in the eyes, and what I saw there was love and nothing else.
When he was done, he pulled out. I fixed my panties. He got rid of the condom, pushing it into the foil packet to discard later. When he zipped up, there was no proof that we had done anything other than our cheeks being flushed and our labored breathing.
Brian helped me up and kissed me on the forehead. He held on tightly to me. This time, he wasn’t going to let me veer near the edge or let me go, even though I wasn’t drunk and nothing would happen to me again.
He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too.”
He smiled, and we made our way across the rocks back to where we had parked. We were getting married! And everything was perfect, the way I had always dreamed it would be.
I couldn’t wait to plan the wedding. Lorraine would be my Maid of Honor, of course. Perhaps Lacey and Kina would want to be my bridesmaids. I’ve hung out with them a lot since cementing my relationship with Brian. And Liam would make the perfect little groomsman.
I’d recently got in touch with my former best friend from high school, Breanna. She was happy to hear that I was all right, after I had cut her out of my life after the accident.
I explained to her that I shouldn’t have done that but I was confused and it was easier to leave the past behind me. I hadn’t even known who she was. She understood, and said she couldn’t wait to see me. I hoped she would come to the wedding, as well as my parents of course, and my entire cheerleading team.
This was going to be epic. The wedding of the century. Of course, being the bride to be, I would think that, but I bet everyone might agree with me, at least on my big day.
Just like on that fateful night nearly six years ago, I felt like a princess. And I was about to feel like a queen, since I was marrying a guy fit to be king.
When we got into the car, Brian looked at me. His eyes were still hungry, even though he’d come.
“How about we take this further at home?” he asked.
A shiver ran through my body. I nodded.
“I’d love to.”
Brian smiled, a look crossing his face. It was the look of a man who knew exactly what he was going to get. He pulled into the road, and we drove back home, ready to live the rest of our lives together.
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Chapter 1 – Jacob
I needed to get laid. I was on a mission tonight.
Some might say I have been on a lot of missions lately: I had just hooked up with a girl last night, who had been super into me. After it was done, she asked me for my autograph, and I thought, if that’s all she wants after that blowjob she just gave me, that’s a pretty good deal for me.
But tonight, I was on the prowl yet again. And I didn’t think anyone could blame me. I hadn’t had an easy time of it lately, so I’d needed the release. I’d needed to find a random stranger to lose myself in for a little bit. Tonight, I need one bad. I just wasn’t sure I’d find one here.
Batting Cage Sports Bar was exactly the kind of place I didn’t think any of the Florida Sharks football players would go for a night out. It wasn’t the nicest place I’ve been to—although the vibe was great and the alcohol was cheap—but Hanson and Brian insisted on going there.
I didn’t really get a say though. Since I’d been traded from the San Antonio Bullriders back to the Sharks, I hadn’t been around the local nightclub scene much and didn’t know where else to suggest. So, Batting Cage it was.
The place was overwhelmingly drab brown in color, with wooden tables and chairs with patent leather seats, raw brick walls, and television screens all around to watch whatever games were showing. Neon lights in the roof above the bar gave it a very distinct feel.
But to my surprise, as soon as I sat down with the boys and we each had a beer in front of us, I began to feel glad that we had come to Batting Cage. We were among the public, the guys who came to watch our games, not the guys playing with or against us, and it made me feel normal for a change.
God knew it had been a long time since I’d felt normal.
I sipped my beer, slowly. We couldn’t get too drunk—we had training every day during the training season, and I had it worse than the others. I had been suspended for a full season, and my fitness wasn’t what it should have been. Getting suspended for your personal life becoming a public debacle makes you fucking despondent, which was exactly what I was.
I had come to Miami hoping everything would be different. I had a bad name after I had assaulted another player during a game—what would you do if the other player told you he’d fucked your girlfriend?—and I’d been benched for the whole season. When it came time to get back into the game again, it had been easier for management to trade me off.
Did I feel betrayed, rejected, replaced?
Yes.
But I got to come home. I had grown up just outside Miami. I’d studied at the University of Miami and played ball for them before the Bullriders had scouted me.
Being back in Miami was supposed to feel better than it did, though. Instead of feeling like I was home again, I felt like an outsider, rejected by the team I was supposed to play with, shunned by all the football fans and without any friends left in the city after I’d been away for so long, and after everyone had branded me as a pariah for my past sins.
I guess they expected me to come crawling back with my tail between my legs. But I wasn’t the crawling or begging type. I was more of the fist-pounding, “I am a successful football player, hear me roar” type.
My stance had always been that my new teammates could take me—flaws and all—or leave me. So far, it seemed they had mostly chosen to leave me. Still, there was time for them to see the light.
It was only training season. They had time to get to know me and love me before the real season started. Since people have told me I have a strange fucking charm about me, I was sure that my teammates would see it too. Not to mention that they’d see how I play on the field, which is like a total fucking legend.
I looked at Brian and Hanson bantering back and forth over their beer. They were tight, and it was easy to tell. The two of them were the most well known duo on the team. The players all had friends, but I got the idea these two were really close outside of football as well. The kind of players that got together with their respective partners and had barbeques on weekends. Hanson was always talking about how much his wife Lacey loved Brian’s fiancée, Sadie.
Although Brian and Hanson were good friends and seemed nice enough to me compared to other guys on the team, I wasn’t sure I could trust them. They’d invited me out, which was cool, but I still didn’t know where I stood with them. I didn’t know where I stood with any of them, and even sitting here, I didn’t feel like I was part of their team, part of their little party, part of anything at all.
But I knew that if I was going to have any success—not to mention fun— continuing to play pro football, I’d have to make Brian, Hanson, and the whole team like me. And I had a feeling I could do it, too.
“What do you think of the team so far?” Brian asked me.
He was a running back and one of the star players of the team. Hanson was the quarterback.
I nodded, taking a sip of my beer to give me a chance to think about it. I didn’t want to say something terrible to two of the most dedicated players on the team, but the truth was I didn’t feel like I fit in yet, and that made me uncomfortable.
“It’s a great team, of course, and I’m so honored to be part of a team with statistics as good as the Sharks.”
Hanson chuckled. “That’s a very diplomatic answer,” he said. “You having any trouble with the players on the team?”
I shrugged. He’d seen right through me.
“Not in particular,” I told him, truthfully. “But in general, well, I sense that no one much likes me, which is understandable at this point. I just need some time. To show everyone who I am and what I can do.”
Hanson and Brian both nodded back at me.
“I can tell you now,” Hanson said, “when your image takes a dip, the team turns away from you. It’s very hypocritical because we’ve all had bad press at one point or another, but it’s how it is. You just keep on keeping on, and you’ll be fine. Trust me.”
“Yeah,” Brian added. “We’ve both had issues, and they were both about women. You’re lucky it’s not as complicated for you.”
I took another sip of my beer and only nodded instead of answering. I didn’t want them to know the full story, that all the drama with the assault charge and the terrible violence on the field—something I’d done because I’d been defending my girlfriend at the time—had been grounded in the truth. She had fucked someone else while we were dating. And it had been that player.
He hadn’t only gotten into my head, he’d gotten into Marisa’s pants as well.
Go fucking figure.
“Lacey was here to straighten me out,” Hanson said. “And the more she tried to fix me, the more trouble I got into. At some point, I thought I was going to lose everything because of women.”
Brian nodded. “And now, they’re married, and they have a little boy together. It will turn around, trust me.”
I smiled at them. “Thanks, guys.”
I had to be polite, but I didn’t like talking about the women in their life. I knew, in general, what their scandals had been about. I’d read about that in the tabloids, just like everyone else.
But I didn’t like talking about women. I had lost Marisa, not because I was a dick but because she had decided to find someone else’s. Not only had that resulted in my heart being ripped to shreds, but my image had been fucked and my career had been dented so badly, I didn’t know how much was left to save.
I was happy that the guys were happy, obviously. Everyone deserves to be happy in love. But I wasn’t that guy. All I wanted was to fuck and be done with it.
Speaking of which, I spotted a hottie at the bar. She kept glancing my direction. She had long, blond hair—impossibly long—and her eyes were a fresh green. I could imagine what it would feel like to have that hair fan all over my chest while she rode my cock, or to see those green eyes look up at me with her lips around it.
She was curvy as hell—just like I like them—and I continued my fantasy, thinking about grabbing her hips and watching her ass bump up and down on my lap while I fucked her pussy until she was calling out my name. I was thinking the dirtiest thoughts about her that I possibly could. I was straight up objectifying her. But judging by the skirt she was wearing—something so short it could be a belt—and a top that showed more than enough cleavage, I was guessing she wasn’t exactly trying to win someone over with her personality.
I couldn’t help but think she looked familiar. Where did I know her from? I figured she might be a rabid fan, following the team around to see where we hung out off hours. All the better, then. She’d be down to fuck.
“Excuse me, guys,” I said. “I’m going to the bar.”
Brian glanced at me and nodded. Hanson glanced over his shoulder and grinned. I’m glad they weren’t going to judge me. Now that they had both settled down, the only field they played was the football one. But I had an ocean full of fishes to catch.
The girls in Miami were fine as hell—some of the cutest I’d seen anywhere—so I planned to continue catching and releasing them for the rest of my life, and not get tied down like Brian and Hanson did. I had had my shot at love, and hated myself for taking it, since it wasn’t worth the risk. I didn’t plan to make that mistake again, that was for sure.
All I planned to do when it came to women was fuck them and forget them. And next up was this hottie who was ripe for the taking and sending me all the right signals.
Hopefully she wouldn’t be too clingy afterwards. I fucking hated that. I just wanted to rip her clothes off, have my way with her, and never see her again.
That was my standard MO, and I was about to implement it. Just like I was about to fuck this hot chick until she was weak in her knees, which I couldn’t help but notice were just as cute as the rest of her.