We all sit in the hospital waiting room waiting and waiting and waiting. My two sisters are here with Chelsea, Wesley, Aaron and me.
Jack is with my mom, who went into labor six hours ago. We all dropped everything to be here with and for her.
Our little sibling is making his or her appearance right on time. It’s Christmas Eve, and Georgia is having one of its rare snowstorms, which makes the roads difficult to pass but we all made it.
At 2:14 PM, Jack comes into the waiting room still wearing his scrubs with a huge smile plastered on his face.
“Well?” I ask. “Is it a girl?”
“Boy,” Chelsea says.
“Girl,” Shayla and Becca chorus.
“Boy,” Aaron guesses.
No matter how often we begged them, neither Jack nor my mom wanted to find out the sex of the baby.
We all crowd around Jack, who says, “Give me some space, you animals.”
“Tell us,” we all echo impatiently.
“It’s a boy. A healthy eight-pound baby boy called Landon.”
Chelsea and Aaron high five, and I tear up.
“When can we see them,” I ask, unable to hide my excitement.
“Follow me.”
Like we’re following the pied piper, we all follow Jack out of the waiting room and into my mom’s room.
She looks sleepy but happy, and thanks to the drugs a little out of it. Baby Landon is laying on her chest content and quiet. I peek at his angelic face, and she inches his hat up so we can all get a better look.
“Mom,” I gush. “He’s the most adorable baby ever.”
Chelsea squees and grasps Wesley’s hand. “I can’t wait till we have one or two or three of these.”
Wesley laughs. “We’ve already discussed this, not for a few years so don’t go getting broody.”
Jack strokes my mom’s hair, and says, “He looks exactly like you when you were a baby, Aaron.”
Aaron, who’s remained quiet since we got into the room, asks. “Can I hold him?
“Course you can.” Jack gently lifts the baby from my mom’s chest and places him in Aaron’s arms. The way he gazes at his baby brother swells my heart with love.
“Hey there, little buddy. I can’t wait to get you home so we can watch football and so your dad and I can teach you everything we know. You might not know it yet, but you have the best dad in the world and the best sisters in the world. And you’ll be the most loved baby in the world. I’m so glad you’re ours.” When he finishes talking to the baby and hands him back to my mom, there isn’t a dry eye in the room. Even Jack teared up.
Jack strokes my mom’s hair again. “I think we should let these two get some rest.”
Before we leave, we all kiss my mom goodbye, promising we’ll come back tomorrow.
Once Aaron and I are in my truck, before we leave the parking lot, I reach over and stroke his cheek. “Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?”
“Only every other day,” he says, “but I don’t think I’ll ever get fed up hearing it.”
He puts the car in drive and maneuvers over the snow and out of the parking lot.
Jack and Aaron are still appealing the NCAA’s decision, and Aaron is busting his ass to expel the steroids from his body.
Kayden denied he had anything to do with his cousin injecting Aaron with steroids, so for a while, it was Aaron’s word against his. But Kayden was caught selling opioids to other players, which were prescribed by his cousin, and was kicked out of school and arrested.
The trial starts in the New Year, and Aaron is set to testify. As for Kayden’s cousin, he was also writing prescriptions for money, and in a plea deal, he confessed to giving Aaron illegal steroids but said it was all his doing. He didn’t implicate Kayden, but our lawyer said it’ll all come out in the courtroom.
In time, we’re hopeful Aaron will play again. Like he said he would, he transferred to Calton to finish his degree. And he finally agreed to shoulder surgery. He’s still healing and in physical therapy. It’ll take some time for him to fully recuperate.
Knowing he might never make it to the pros hit him hard, but we’re all supporting him through it. Right now, he’s coaching with his dad. It hasn’t all been smooth sailing, but mostly they get along.
In September, I changed majors to interior design, and it was the best decision I ever made. I still cheer with Chelsea whenever she’s down a girl, but it no longer rules my life.
***
Aaron pulls up outside my mom’s house. After much discussion, she and Jack moved to his house because he’s nearer the school, but she can’t make herself sell the beach house, which is a good thing for me, because Aaron and I pretty much call it home.
“Looks like we have the place to ourselves tonight. Chelsea is with Wesley, and your sisters are going to my dad’s.”
“Is that so?” I say. And what do you think we should do with an empty house?”
“Dunno. Maybe play some scrabble. Watch Antiques Roadshow.”
I give him a gentle push. “Did anyone ever tell you, you’re quite the party animal?”
“I’ve been hanging around with you for too long,” he replies. “What do you think we should do when we get inside?”
“Whatever we do it’d better involve me screaming your name and multiple orgasms.”
He chuckles at this and gives me a smile that says that’s exactly what he has planned. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Inside, I take his hand and lead him over to a chair by the flickering fire. “Take off your clothes.”
Aaron undresses quickly and throws his clothes to the floor.
My heart flutters at the sight of his naked body. How statuesque he is standing in front of me, hard for me, wanting me, needing me.
The scar on his shoulder is still red and angry, but it’s healing.
I have to taste him. Have to feel the weight of his cock in my mouth. “Sit,” I say giving him a gentle push. He sits on the chair beside the fire, and I kneel between his legs. I flick my tongue over the flared crown and gather the salty sweetness seeping from the tip. His musky scent fills me up, and I can’t wait to taste more of him.
I dip my mouth and swirl my tongue around the spongy head of his cock. He gives a reflexive jerk, and a gasp falls from his lips, one that soon turns into a deep rumbling growl.
I gaze up at him, his half-closed eyes smolder, and a slow smile creeps across his face. I smile back and place my hands on his thick thighs, trailing my fingernails up and down, and just ever so slightly tracing them over the velvety sacs of his balls.
I lean over him and grasp the base of his cock before guiding him to my mouth. The heavy, full feeling of him against my tongue sends waves of desire crashing over me.
I hollow my cheeks and take him deep, just the way he likes it, pumping my mouth up and down. His balls draw up, and his thigh muscles tense. I love it when this happens because his satisfaction is my satisfaction, and I receive as much pleasure as I give.
Keeping eye contact, I tongue and toy with the underside of his cock, swirling and licking, and slowly inhaling. Every time I use my tongue, he grips my shoulders, digging his fingers in, wordlessly asking for more.
God, I love the taste of him. The feel of his shaft between my lips. With a simple flick of my tongue, I can make him tremble, shake and groan.
I take his drawn-up balls in my palm, caressing the soft sacs before pressing my fingertips against the thin strip of flesh between his legs. He shudders and flexes his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth.
“You’re going to make me explode,” he gasps.
With both hands, he grabs handfuls of my hair. And his cock grows thicker. Harder. Losing himself in lust, he drives his hips fast. Fucking my mouth for all he’s worth, and I somehow keep up with his relentless pace.
My pussy lips and clit swell with arousal and my inner walls clench and flutter, hungry to feel him.
I pull away from him because no way am I ready for him to come. He twists his fingers through my hair, urging me to finish what I started.
“I don’t think so.” I curl my palm around him and slide my hand from root to tip. My mouth waters, greedy for him again. But as much as I want to blow him until he erupts, I want him inside of me more.
I pull off my clothes and straddle him, rubbing my sopping wet seam and clit over the head of his cock. He sucks air in through his teeth and grabs my hips in a bruising hold. “You’re fucking killing me again.”
“Good.” I continue to stroke my slit over him, sliding along his shaft. “I can’t wait to feel you go balls deep.”
His eyes darken from dark brown to deepest black. I clench him between my thighs and squeeze until the head of his cock presses against my entrance.
His cock nudges my pussy. My hips give little involuntary jerks urging me to slide onto him, but I love how turned on my teasing is making both of us.
Aaron shifts his weight, which causes his cock to go a teeny bit deeper.
I gasp. “More. Give me more. I want you to fuck me.”
My pussy now waters along with my mouth. I cup my breasts and swipe my thumbs over my nipples, moaning as a jolt of pleasure zeroes in on my clit. Excitement coats my inner thighs. I’m so ready for him, so ready for this.
He jerks upward, and I continue to tease him by rubbing my clit against his flared head, using him to give me pleasure. His cock jumps, and he grips my hips, digging his fingers in.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he rasps.
Leaning against him, my nipples brush against his smooth chest. “Oh, I think I have an idea.”
I catch his lips in a kiss. I sense he wants hard and fast, but I decide to keep it slow and sensual by gliding my tongue over his swollen lips. Frustrated moans tumbled from him. I sit straight up, and reach for my breasts, caressing them, pushing them together, swiping my thumbs over my nipples until they scream with sensitivity.
“Pinch them,” I whisper.
Aaron releases my hips, catches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and pinches to the point of pain. I cry out and my pussy flutters, aching for something to grasp.
I keep rubbing my clit against him, keeping my unhurried pace. The beginning of an orgasm coils low in my belly.
He tweaks and teases my nipples, my hips move faster as if they have a mind of their own, chasing after the orgasm that’s in reach.
“Aaron. Oh, Aaron.”
Higher and higher. Faster and faster. I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut concentrating on my pleasure. Aaron releases my nipples and returns his hands to my hips.
Unable to stop myself, I grab my breasts again and play with my nipples, pulling the taut buds from my body.
I grind against Aaron’s hard cock, which is now slick with my arousal. My climax comes hard. I scream and sob as the pleasure consumes me, setting me on fire.
I’m vaguely aware of Aaron’s whispered words of encouragement. Much too soon, the waves lessen, and my head flops forward, my body still humming with aftershocks.
Like a heartbeat, his cock throbs beneath me. If he wanted to, he could throw me onto the floor and slam into me, taking what he wanted.
Every muscle in his body strains and I know holding back is killing him. I lean over and kiss him hard and deep. Hoarse moans sound from his throat and drift into my mouth.
He traces his hands up and down the ridges of my spine, over the curve of my ass, along my thighs, and up my arms. It’s as if he’s mapping my body, committing every rise and dip to memory.
Then he begins palming my mound. He slides two fingers inside me, and I clamp my muscles around him, riding them like I would his cock. Pleasure soars within me, sending me to the clouds. I twist and turn until he hits the spot that always drives me insane.
I cry out and ride his fingers hard. Quivering, shaking, and calling his name. But it isn’t his fingers I want, I want him. All of him.
“I need you. Fuck me.”
He withdraws his fingers and moves them to my clit, still sensitive from my orgasm, and massages the swollen bud. My pelvis writhes and jerks, rising higher. Once again, the tip of his cock nudges my entrance.
With a groan that comes from his soul, he rises up and plunges deep, ramming into me.
I hold onto the back of the chair to steady myself. I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and suck.
He plows into my depths, and as he does, he presses his fingers against my clit. Our sweat mingles, our breaths come loud and fast, and our hearts beat in time.
I don’t know where one of us begins and the other ends. The intensity of our love, of what we share, brings tears to my eyes. And for the second time, I give myself over to pleasure.
“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron,” I chant against his neck, thrashing against his touch.
I lean back and splay my hands over his chest. I have to watch him when he comes, need to see the pleasure on his face.
I lift my hips and slam down on him over and over. For a nanosecond, his body freezes but then his hips rise up. His fingers dig into my hips, and he pounds into me hard and fast until he explodes deep inside me.
I tremble from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.
Sated, for now, I sag against him and whisper, “I love you.”
“Not as much as I love you,” he says, dragging me in for a kiss.
He breaks away much too soon. “I was going to wait until tomorrow. I had it all planned out, but...”
My heart soars. Is he about to ask what I think he’s about to ask? With me still in his arms, he stands and sets me on my feet by the fire.
“Wait right there.”
He goes to the Christmas tree in the corner, and after rummaging around, he comes back to me and gets down on one knee. My hands fly to my mouth.
“You are the love of my life. The one person I want to spend forever with.” From behind his back, he produces a small gift wrapped in red paper. “Will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive?”
Nodding, I fall on my knees in front of him and take the gift from his hand. I rip the wrapping off and then open the black, velvet box. Inside is a white-gold French-Cut Pave ring with a twinkling round diamond in the center.
“It’s beautiful,” I gasp.
“So is that a yes?”
He takes the ring from the box and slips it on my shaking finger.
“Yes. A thousand, million times yes.” I throw my arms around him and hug him tight. “I love you with all my heart and soul and can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
The End
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