The Long Way Home

He laid back and pulled me back with him to lie in the crook of his arm. We looked up at the clouds.



I pointed at the cloud above us, "A sailboat."



"It's the van from Scooby-Doo."



I started laughing, "What?"



He pointed, "See the side has those designs."



I laughed harder, "When was the last time you watched Scooby?"



He looked over at me, "Well, a couple weeks ago I woke up and it was on and I didn’t feel like getting up to find the remote so I watched it. It was pretty good."



I kissed his cheek and shook my head, "You are crazy."



He rolled on top of me, spreading my legs with his huge body, "I'm crazy about you. Always have been."



I ran my hands through his playoffs beard, "When do you shave that off?"



He cocked an eyebrow, "I'm saving it for when we decide to have sex again."



I pulled him down to my lips, "Let's start now."



He kissed but muttered into my lips, "You do realize that you are saying we are officially a couple. You are mine if we are doing this?"



I gripped his cheeks, "Ditto."



He gave me his sexy grin and kissed me again. It was slow and sexy. The kind of warm kiss you want from the person you love. He ran his hands up my sides, pulling my shirt off. He sat back and pulled his off. He spread the two of them, making a blanket. I crab crawled onto them. He smiled, "I wanted to go to the bottom."



I shook my head, "No, I want to feel you squish me."



He gave me a look. I laughed, "Trust me, I like it when you do."



He undid his pants and crawled between my legs again. He made a small stop to lift my bra up and suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned, undoing my pants and dragging his down. He was in a push-up position so I slithered down to his cock. He dropped to his knees, "Jack?"



I took him in my mouth, grabbing his ass and forcing thrusts into my mouth. I sucked like I had in the hotel, moving my tongue and hand in sync with my mouth. He was thrusting on his own after a couple strokes. His body started to get into a rhythm. He stopped abruptly, "It's been a while, Jack. You gotta stop."



He pushed me back and pulled his pants back up to stop the sand from getting in. He dragged my panties to the side and rubbed his beard against my thighs. I bit my lip, waiting for it. He lightly rubbed it against my lips as he spread them. He buried his fuzzy face into my slit, licking and sucking.



I dug my hands into the sand. He licked my clit with circular strokes. I moaned but he stopped just as it was getting good. I could see the shitty grin on his face as he crawled up between my legs. He opened his pants again, rubbing his cock head in the wetness he had made. He slowly pushed in, taking long strokes. When he was fully inside, he bent down and sucked my bottom lip. He squished me and filled me up exactly the way I liked. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, pinning him there. His thrusts were shortened by it but I didn’t care, I just wanted him there.



He kissed my neck and shoulders while moving rhythmically over me. It was nice but it wasn’t going to get the job done. I pushed him back a bit.



He chuckled, "You want me to make you cum?"



I nodded.



He cocked an eyebrow, "What do you say?"



"Please."



He laughed, "No. Say what you want."



I smiled, "Make me cum, France."



He nodded, "Yes, ma'am."



He sat back on his knees. I put my feet on his shoulders to get the angle. His hands dug into my hips and lifted me slightly. He slammed his cock into me. I moaned something awkward and bleat-like.



He did it again, "This what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you?"



I nodded, not even a little ashamed that I had never liked sex like a lady.



He pumped hard, pounding me until my toes clenched, my hands grabbed fistfuls of sand, and my pussy gripped him hard. He came at the same time, muttering things that didn’t sound like words.



He collapsed onto me, "The sand is getting everywhere."



I laughed, "I know. It's in my bum. I can feel it."



He nodded, "Yeah, mine too for some reason."



I laughed harder, pulling him onto me more. He squished me into the sand, making me sigh. I closed my eyes, "Let's go back to the hotel and shower off. This is brutal."



He nodded, "Yeah. I have to get back to the city anyway. We have a game in Boston tomorrow night."



I opened my eyes, "What? Already?"



He laughed, "We just got back from Chicago, so yeah. It's our home game tomorrow. You should come and watch."



I smiled, "Okay. I hate the way I become a savage though, screaming and yelling."



He laughed, "I kind of like that about you. The guys think it's funny. New York socialite screaming and shaking her fist at the ref." He shook his head as he laughed.



I covered my eyes, "Oh God."



He got up and helped me up, "It's funny. Your mom has quite the mouth on her."



I nodded, "I told her she can't come anymore. She has held shit in for so long that she's crazy now. She and Muriel are probably molesting Stanley right now."



France grinned, "He's a widower, he's probably thanking God right now."



I shuddered, "So gross."



We pulled our clothes on and made our way back up the grassy trail. I took one last look at the vineyard and smiled, "This is ours, Mike."



He kissed me and whispered, "This is yours, baby. When you get it all shiny and new and appealing, I'll take credit then."



I laughed and shoved him, "You are a pest."



He nudged me, "Stop for a gas-station burger on the way home?"



I sighed, "Fine." I had to protest, but I had a dirty love for them.



He opened the car door for me, "We never did finish that road trip, taking the long way."



I laughed, "Trust me, we took the long way."



End of June



My mother had never looked so in love. She stared down at the perfect little bundle we had all agreed was a definite Abigail, Abby for short. She was pink and cute and sweet. It was as if all the good things in Brandi rolled themselves into one little bundle of joy. She yawned and everyone in the room gushed. Even Mike was lost, staring at her. The nurse held a piece of paper out. Mike signed it. She was lit up.



Luce laughed when it was his turn to sign, "We should have brought the cup, it would have made the baby pictures that much better."



Mike laughed but my mother and Brandi both got a terrible look on their faces.



That made me laugh.



I pulled my phone out and sent another text. Mike wrapped his arms around my waist, "What are you doing?"



I frowned, "He deserves to know. His name is on the birth certificate. Even if he and Bran can't make it work, that’s his baby."



He shook his head, "He's pissed. He isn’t coming."



I looked at him, examining his eyes, "If it was your baby?"



"Why, you got something you wanna tell me?"



I laughed, "Uh, hell no. I just took possession of the vineyard. Don’t even kid around. In fact, just looking at that bundle of joy, I think maybe we should probably abstain for a while."



He chuckled, "I won the cup for you."



I rolled my eyes. He kissed me softly, "If you ever had my baby, I would make you marry me and never let you get away."



"So you would go all caveman on me and drag me off to your cave?"



He kissed me again, "Don’t tempt me to show you what I would do. I told you, this is it. I gave you your chance to get away; it's me and you forever now."



I loved the sound of that. I kissed him back. I pressed send on my text. The noise of a cell phone behind me made me turn around. Will gave me an emotional look. "Hey."



I smiled, "I knew you'd come. She's inside." I stepped out into the hall. Mike hugged Will and slapped him on the back. Luce followed us into the hallway. I watched as my mother placed the baby into Will's arms. He started to cry, hugging the small bundle. He shook his head, "She's perfect."



He looked awkward and smitten in the same breath. Brandi's hands were lifted to her lips. Her eyes were filled with tears and her hands shook as they rested on her lips.



He carried his new daughter to Brandi and the three of them embraced. Mom left the room, closing the door. She gave me a look, and then gave Mike a scowl, "Just marry Jacqueline before you impregnate her, please. It's bad enough the celebrity gossip pages are saying she had a nervous breakdown and Lucian left her."



She pat him on the chest and walked down the hall with Muriel.



Mike gave Luce a look but he just shook his head, "So weird your mom is gay now."



I looked at my mom and Muriel, suddenly seeing something I had been missing all along. The two of them linked arms and my mom leaned her head on Muriel's shoulder.



I felt shivers all over my body, "That explains so many things."



Mike folded his arms across his chest, "I like Muriel way better than your dad."



I nodded, "Me too." I looked at him, "What a year."



He smiled, "Things are never dull with you rich people."



Luce snorted, "To say the least."



I swatted at them both. Slowly we crept back into the room to see smiles and tears.



Will looked at me, "Thank you."



I winked at him, "I owed you one, I think."



June - One Year Later



Saturday morning - The day of the wedding



The bottles were lined up on display perfectly. I dusted the table once more and looked around the room. The barn renovation had gone perfectly. The old beams and glass were all that was left of the ancient structure. We hadn’t built like the Romans, it didn’t last.



The fresh paint smell had finally started to fade. I looked at the boys I'd hired from the university to pour and serve. "You are good if I go and check on the rest?"



They nodded, giving me an odd look. I was being a control freak.

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