Cuba
Fuck. I wasn’t ready for her to say she loves me, and I don’t think she meant to let it slip. I feel like an asshole for the way I handled it, but my mom and Mrs. E were right there, and I didn’t want to say it for the first time for them to witness. Oh, and I didn’t miss the way she tried to act like it didn’t happen, and she almost snatched her hand away when we sat down. She held my hand since we stepped in this house, she never left my side as I faced my past, and I froze up the minute she said I love you. Yeah, I would have deserved for her to snatch her hand away.
I think about it the whole time I’m in the shower, how I feel about her. What I need to say and how to say it. I don’t want her to think I’m saying it because she told me earlier. I have to show it and I think I have that part down. I hurry through my shower so that I make it back to the room before she’s finished, because she will go through that bag, I can’t have that. My body is halfway dry when I pull on my briefs and sweat pants, leaving my shirt off.
Slipping back into my room, I relax when I hear the shower still running. Going through my bag, I pull out the distinctive blue box and slide it under my pillow. I debate on stealing a bottle of wine from my mom’s wine cooler but go against it. If we were back at my place, I would really try to do something romantic, well as much as I can manage. Instead, I turn the TV on and go to Netflix while I turn down the bed covers. No lie, I’m nervous. Not only do I have to make up to her from earlier, I have to show her I love her too.
The door opens and I’m disappointed to see she’s already dressed in the little pink shorts I love and one of my old basketball shirts that she cut up, showing a sliver of her tanned stomach. Her blonde hair is up in a knot on her head, loose strands falling around her make-up free face. Sometimes I just stare at her, like she’ll disappear, and I’ll be back in my dark condo slipping away, into my depression. I owe everything to her.
A smile pulls at her lips. “You’re staring.”
“Can’t help it.” I motion for her come in the bed. “Come here.”
She squints her eyes at me but slowly climbs on the bed on all fours, and my dick twitches, not now boy. She settles beside me and I snake my arm around her, pulling her on to my lap. Bliss straddles me, and I have force my little friend to behave himself for now.
“I thought I told you no?” Her smile is saying yes, and her small hands on my bare chest are very inviting, but I push that aside.
“We’re just talking, baby,” I assure her. “I just want to say thank you for today, being there for me.”
She blinks back surprised. “Of course, I would be here for you.”
“Because you love me?” I ask slowly, watching her closely. Her cheeks heat up and her hand goes to her charm, rubbing it unconsciously.
She cocks her head to the side and nods. “Yes, because I love you, Cuba.”
There is no question or doubt in her voice.
Hearing her say it again jolts me even more, and with those stormy eyes on me, I feel it. She means it. Reaching back behind my pillow, I feel for the box and pull it out.
Her eyes widen once she sees it. “Cuba,” she whispers.
Cupping her cheek with my hand, I caress it with my thumb. “Arrow, I love you too, more than you’ll ever know. I wouldn’t be where I am right now without you. I pushed you away and you pulled me back.” A tear escapes from her eyes and I wipe it away. “Because of you, I’m breathing again, Arrow.”
She throws her arms around my neck and mashes her lips against mine. Her tongue slipping through my lips and I welcome it. My hand grips her waist as she leans into me, the box dropping from my other hand.
“Wait, don’t you want to see what I got you?” I pull away. Of course, I want to make out with my sexy ass girlfriend, but I also want to see her face, I’ve been nervous about this for days.
Bliss sits back, and I groan as my hard cock slides between her cheeks. She wiggles a little, and I pinch her ass, making she squeal.
“Stop teasing me.” I pick up the box again and hand it to her. She takes it, her fingertips brushing mine.
She purses her lips. “Okay, Mr. Knight.” Her lips pull into a smile. “I don’t know what I did to deserve Tiffany’s.”
“Really?” I scoff. “Trust me, you deserve it.”
Bliss pulls the end of the white ribbon, unraveling the small bow. She takes the jewelry box out of the gift box. She looks up at me through her thick lashes before looking back to the velvet box in her hand. She takes a deep breath before slowly opening it.
Her eyes widen. “Wow, this is beautiful.” She looks to me. “It’s too much.”
“Nothing is too much for you, baby. Ever.” I take the box out of her hands and lift the thin gold chain out, the gold heart pendent shines with our initials engraved with diamonds. It might have cost a pretty penny, but she was worth it.
She leans down so I can click it around her neck, and it sits right below her arrow charm. I can’t help but smile seeing it on her finally. Mine. She’s mine.
“I love you.” She presses her lips against mine again. “Thank you.”
“No, baby.” I kiss her back. “Thank you.”
Her tongue slips between my lips and I don’t pull away. Instead, I pull her closer, drinking her in. My hands slid under her shirt stopping beneath her soft breasts. She moans into me when my thumbs sweep over her hardened nipples. Bliss rocks back and forth, grinding against my hardening length. Fuck me. I need to be in her. The sooner the better. Sliding one of my hands up her tiny shorts, I’m surprised when I’m met with bare pussy, my finger free to run through wet warm lips.
“Damn, baby.” My thumb circles around her clit and she shivers over me. “You’re telling me no, but your pussy is telling me yes. Hell yes.”
She bucks against me once two fingers slide into her. “Please.” She straightens up, her head falling back as she moans. Her hips move and she’s fucking my fingers.
“Please what, Arrow?” My thumb quickens around her clit. “Tell me.”
She moans louder. “I. Need. You. Now.”
“Oh, but you said no,” I tease her.
Bliss’s nails dig into my bare chest and I hiss. “Yes, baby. Please,” she begs.
Flipping her over on her back, I make quick work of sliding her shorts down her legs and onto my bedroom floor. “But you told me no,” I repeat.
Her pretty eyes narrow and her lips purse out. “You said they wouldn’t be able to hear us, right?”
Licking my bottom lip, I suck it in and nod. “That’s right, but you still told me no, and I’m not sure how I feel about that, Arrow.”
Her plush lips pull into a smirk and her stormy eyes dance. “That’s too bad.” Her fingers trail up her inner thigh. “I’ll just have to take of myself.”
My cock pulses rapidly inside my sweats while my eyes can’t help but follow her little fingers as they slip inside the pussy I just made juicy for me, not for her. A moan slips past her lips and I blink away.
“Move your fingers.”
“Move your sweats.” She cocks an eyebrow blinking innocently.
I lick my lips again, my eyes narrowing in on her as I push up from the bed and stand in front of her. “Come move them for me.”
Bliss’s smile widens, she sits up, and slides off the bed. She saunters up to me, her small hand on my chest, the other resting on the elastic to my sweats.
Her fingers trail down to my waistband, her eyes never leaving mine as she pulls them down along with my briefs, my cock springing free as she lowers to her knees. Kicking them off to the side, I prepared to help her up, but when she pulls me into her mouth, I almost lose my balance.
“Fuck, baby,” I grit out, my fingers tangling in her hair.
My head tips back as she brings me further into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around me, bobbing her head slowly. She drives me crazy in just a few seconds, and I don’t even care. I’m not one ounce embarrassed that the second her lips touch my tip, I’m ready to come. I want to grip her hair tighter and fuck her little mouth, but tonight I want to take it a little slow, we can have fast and hot every night, but tonight I want to try to go slow, make love to my woman.
Tilting her head back, she looks up at me through her lashes, and fuck me if this isn’t the sexiest sight I have ever seen. Bliss on her knees, with wild blonde hair falling out of her hair tie, her plush lips wrapped around my cock, and right there, around her pretty little neck is the necklace I put there.
Pulling out of her warm mouth, I motion for her come up. “Come here.” I pull her up to her feet, and I lift her up, her legs wrap around my waist, and I walk her to the bed. “I fucking love you,” I mumble against her lips while I lay her down.
“Say it again.”
My lips trail from her lips to her collar bone. “I love you,” I say again against her neck.
“I need you.” Her voice hums through her body and vibrates against me. “Please, baby.”
My fingers run over her inner thigh. “Where do you need me?” I slip two fingers into her. “Here?”
Her back arches off the bed. “Oh yes, there,” she moans. Her ankles lock behind my back pulling me closer. “I need you in me.”
Fuck it, we can do nice and slow another night. I need to be in her as much as she wants me to be. My dick is done playing games and throbs to fill her, stretch her perfectly around me.
“Feet to my shoulders, Baby.”
“They can’t reach,” she pouts, pushing further against my fingers. “You’re too big.” Bliss smiles sexily.
My lips twitch, trying not to laugh. “Try.”
Her feet slide up my chest slowly, my fingers working in and out of her before I replace them with something a lot thicker and more lengthy. “Oh. My. Fucking. Stars,” she screams out cupping her mouth.
“Nah, baby.” I shake my head, plunging in and out of her. “Let it out.”
Her walls squeeze around me, sucking me back in with every stroke. We both know I can’t last when she does that.
“Fuck.” I drop down, one arm holding me up as my strokes quicken. “You’re not playing fair, baby.”
“Playing. Fair. Was. Never. A. Rule,” she barely gets out, before moaning over her words. “Right there, don’t stop!”
I don’t tell her that I don’t plan too, instead, I quicken my pace, edging deeper in her, her juice glistening on my dick every stroke I pull out. Damn, her pussy is so good, like a drug, and to say I’m addicted is an understatement. I’m a fiend, I need her daily. My lips brush along her neck to her ear.
“Say it,” I tell her, my teeth nip her lobe.
Nails dig into my rubs. “It’s yours,” she says breathlessly rocking into me. “Omg, it’s yours forever.”
It may be corny to some guys, but I fucking love hearing her tell me that. I want this pussy forever, I want all this shit forever, six feet deep forever. Bliss will be mine, forever.
“Better be mine,” I grunt. “I love you, Arrow.”
I feel her legs quiver against my chest, she’s close. Bliss bites down on her lips, arching her back, pushing up into me, her eyes roll back, and her nails are clawing at my sides.
“Yes! OH! I love you toooo!” She shakes, her release flows around me, making my balls tighten up with one last stroke before I’m filling her.
I press kisses to her damp skin. “Better love me.”
She hums against me, “Always.”
Always. Forever. I should be running as fast as I can, but this is it. She is it, for once I’m not running or hiding. I’m coming head on.
Jackson,
So, I did it. I brought a girl home and it was better than I expected. Everyone loves her, and my dad hasn’t scared her off yet with his no filter. I wish you were here to meet her too, she would have loved you. Speaking of love, can you believe I said that four-letter word? I’m crazy in love with Bliss. It’s scary as fuck, what if I fuck it all up? I’m winging the whole thing, hoping that I don’t trip, but I know she’ll be there to pick me back up. How sappy do I sound right now? Maybe I should be glad you aren’t here, so you can’t laugh at how pussy whipped I am. Who am I kidding, you're probably already laughing at me. Never thought I would ever be in love, but here I am, man, my heart literally beats for her and beats because of her. I even want to sound all poetic and shit, she’s the end and beginning. There, now you can laugh your ass off up there in basketball heaven, asshole. Anyway, I’m going to go back to staring at my girl, I’m a creep now too apparently. Seriously, though, I miss you J.
-Cuba
Folding the letter into fours, I slip it into my duffle bag under my clothes. I don’t know why I hide this from her, maybe because it feels a little silly, but knowing Bliss, she’ll tell me how great it is. At times, I wonder if I deserve her positivity, maybe I do or maybe I don’t, but I take it anyway. Looking back, I see that she’s still asleep, her blonde hair a mess against the dark blue pillowcase. She’s only wearing my basketball shirt and nothing else. The rest of her body hidden under the covers.
Rubbing my eyes, I look at the clock on the nightstand, it’s barely nine. I doubt my parents will be up, they stopped getting up early after my dad retired from baseball, I was ten. Slipping my sweats on, I stretch and head to the kitchen.
The house is quiet as I walk down my hallway. My room is on the other side of the house from my parents and the living room joins the two separate wings.
I’m surprised to see my dad sitting in the recliner with a cup of coffee, his dark brown hair tousled from sleep.
“Dad, you scared the crap out of me.” I hold my chest for effect.
He lifts an eyebrow. “Well, make sure you clean that shit up.”
Shaking my head, I laugh. “Yeah, okay.”
My dad looks up and studies me. “You remember when you were eleven and we watched that scary movie about Freddy?”
“How can I forget,” I reply dryly. “I had nightmares for a week.” I told him I didn’t want to watch that stupid ass movie, but he said it would be fine, it was nowhere near fine, it was horrible.
“And you would say you called for me, but I didn’t come to your room?”
I lean against the back of the sofa and narrow my eyes. “Yes, dad. I remember, why are you bringing this up?”
His lips twitch and he take a sip of coffee. “I lied.” He shrugs. “I heard you, I just liked to fuck with you.”
I let this process, he could hear me when I had nightmares and would scream. He heard me that whole time. Then it comes to me, fuck.
“Shut up.” My eyes are wide. “Please tell me you are fucking with me again.”
He laughs. “Sorry, not sorry. I may have heard something last night. Sounded a lot like moaning and maybe your name, not sure.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
I’m sure my face is damn near as red as it can get, because I can feel the heat on my skin. “Dad, it’s not funny, please tell me you’re joking.” I know he’s not, but I want him to pretend, for at least Bliss’s sake.
“Who’s Bow?” He chuckles, and I want to die. “Oh, I think I heard you call her Arrow so I’m guessing you’re Bow.” His chuckles turn into a full-blown laugh. “How cute is that!”
Actually, I’m dying now. “It’s not funny,” I grit out. “Please tell me mom didn’t hear.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to calm down.
My dad shakes his head, settling down from laughing so hard he has to catch his breath. “Nah, just me. You know she wears ear plugs at night.”
Oh, thank God, I think if she heard I would have to sneak us out of here and try to make something up to Bliss on why we can never see my family again. I’ll have to throw the whole house away. She would kill me if she knew, but I had no idea he would have lied to me all those years ago. Actually, I can’t be surprised, my dad is like a child, and this moment makes me realize how much I missed him.
A laugh escapes me as I walk around the sofa and sit. “Dad, please don’t say anything. Bliss will murder me.”
He turns serious. “I would never.” Then he smiles. “Not after you Knighted her. Get it?” He laughs at his own joke.
I facepalm myself. “Yes, I get it, now please stop.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll be serious.” He takes another sip of his coffee. “We like her, she seems good for you. She’s very smart, but then again, she picked you.”
“Wow, thanks, Dad.” I mock hurt, glaring at him. “I like to think I’m a catch.”
“Sure, you are, Son.” He waves me off and picks up the newspaper. “Glad to have you back,” he adds, and I feel guilty.
I was an asshole not to visit them for so long, to put them through that. They have been so understanding, even when I wouldn’t answer their calls, just because I was surrounded by my own self-pity. I’m trying every day to be a better boyfriend, a better friend, teammate, and son. I don’t ever want my parents to question my gratefulness, because I’m thankful they never gave up on me. I’m grateful because they hired Bliss, and because of her, I’m smiling from ear to ear, bringing me back from the darkness.
“I love you, Dad,” I blurt out.
He lowers his paper slowly, his hazel eyes blinking back in shock, but he recovers and smiles. “I love you too, Son.”