Scott
I’d never been a jealous guy.
I’m not one of those you’d-better-stop-looking-at-another-guy-or-I’m-taking-you-home, over my shoulder, kinda guys.
I was always calm, collected.
My blood ran warm or cold, not boiling hot.
I don’t like feeling this way.
It’s unsettling, confusing, and definitely new to me.
Rikko’s arm was hanging around Bridgette’s small frame and I wanted to tear it off.
Christ, he was my best friend.
We’d been friends for over a decade.
“Settle down, Bud.” Rikko’s blue eyes reminded me of his sister’s. “She’s not gonna break. Right, beauty?”
Bridgette laughed and I had the urge to take his beefy hands off of her, carry her over my shoulder, and leave.
Before I could say anything, Bridgette calmly removed Rikko’s hands from her shoulder and said, “Yeah, but your arm is kinda heavy, King Kong.”
I chuckled because King Kong was an apt description for my best friend. He wasn’t always this burly; I was stockier than him until we reached tenth grade where he must have hit a giant growth spurt. He used to borrow my shirts because he never brought enough clothes during away games. My shirts were tighter on him and he liked the look, so ten years later, he’s still wearing the same look.
Tight shirts that could suffocate a regular guy were Rikko’s go-to outfits.
“Come on, beauty. Where’s the fun in that?” Rikko nudged Bridgette’s frame closer to him and as much as I wanted to smack him I also knew that he was just being funny.
Bridgette rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, the action giving me a glimpse of the black bra strap that she was wearing underneath her black lacy sleeveless top, causing my dick to jump.
The blood that flowed through my veins was lukewarm, but whenever this petite woman was in the area, everything stirred inside me – my blood, my temper, my cock.
Her scent induced dreams of being inside of her.
Her nearness caused me to adjust myself multiple times throughout the day.
I couldn’t even think of her when I was in practice because I’d get nothing done.
Rikko was now telling us of how he asked out a girl on Tinder, and it turned out she was a freaky stuffed bunny collector.
“I mean this shit was creepy. Imagine seeing bunnies everywhere in an apartment. There were at least five bunnies on the couch, looking like they were having tea. And then everywhere I looked, there were rabbit-shaped shit. The kitchen was decorated with bunny wallpaper, the chairs had some sort of bunny caricature taped on them, it was crazy. The sex was great, but I ain’t going back for seconds,” Rikko stated before chugging down on his glass of Coors Light.
He never went back for seconds, but my girl didn’t have to hear that.
Bridgette was still laughing when she asked, “Didn’t a red flag go up in your mind when she asked for you guys to meet at a Bunny Museum in the first place?”
Rikko’s left shoulder lifted, “Nah. I was tryin’ to get laid and she was hella cute.”
“That’s gotta be the lamest excuse ever.” Bridgette didn’t hold back and I couldn’t help it, I reached for her left hand across the table just so I could feel her skin.
Rikko’s brows were raised, “So…you two?”
“Us two,” I answered for Bridgette, squeezing her hand lightly. It was so soft. Everything about her was soft. It made me want to stay cocooned in her and stay for a while.
“Bishop knows?” It was a question that I’d been thinking about from the night I kissed her. Or she kissed me. It didn’t matter. I was just happy it happened because the weeks after our kiss had been the steamiest, blue-fucking-balls inducing, yet happiest times I had ever experienced since I’d been drafted. I was taking my time with her and I wasn’t going to push her into anything that she didn’t want.
“He’s busy right now,” Bridgette answered, her eyes avoiding Rikko’s gaze. “I don’t want him to be distracted.”
“Ah.” Rikko’s response was loaded. When my best friend gave one-word answers, it was during times when he didn’t agree or he was actually thinking about consequences.
“I’m not gonna hide this from him,” I said plainly. There was absolutely no reason for me to cover this up from her brother. “Bridgette and I are just hanging out for now and once we know where we’re taking this, I’m gonna tell Bishop.”
“I’ve heard that story before,” Rikko said as he grabbed a fry from the small basket in the middle of the table. His eyes directed at me, “You were a part of that story.”
The Lounge was a new hotspot in downtown L.A. It was a mess of traffic to get there, but once inside the hip, ultra-chill place that boasted surfboards and computer-generated images on the walls of people hanging out at the beach, I knew that Rikko hit the spot. He wanted to catch up and talk. He was surprised when I said that Bridgette was coming with. Secrets were never an issue between him and I. He knew my darkest fears and I knew his brightest dreams.
He also didn’t withhold judgment. Or mince words.
He called things as they were.
I drank the Lounge’s seasonal beer on tap as Luisa, the server, had suggested, and felt the malty, sweet hoppy taste of the liquid hit my tongue, its bitter finish in the aftertaste lingered in my mouth. I didn’t drink much; it wasn’t good for my diet. Or for me.
But once in a while, I allowed myself to.
My neurologist wouldn’t agree, but Dr. Jackson wasn’t present tonight.
“I’m gonna tell Bishop.” I said with resolve, “We’re gonna do it, but on our own terms.”
Rikko shook his head, “It’s not a good idea to hide something from the people who mean the most to you.”
Bridgette’s mouth pursed, and I reassured her with another squeeze. The one thing I’d change with the décor here was the seating arrangement. The chairs were drilled into the floor and since Rikko had already taken up the spot that I’d need to be closer to my girl, I had to settle for touching her across the table.
“Bishop has a lot of exhibition games right now. I don’t want to trouble him with something like this,” she said softly. She paused and I could tell that she wanted to say something more.
“Like what?” Rikko inquired before I could. Gotta hand it to the guy, he was pretty receptive and not just on the field. He held NCAA’s top records for career pass sacks per game and forced fumbles. He rushed quarterbacks like it was nobody’s business, and I was always glad he was on my team. Until he signed with San Francisco. We both knew that we couldn’t be on the same team after college and he was with a good team now. But it wouldn’t be fun going against him during the season. It was just the name of the game.
Bridgette evaded my eyes and she turned to Rikko, her profile so beautiful under the cool lights.
“It’s nothing,” she said in a dismissive tone.
Now I was curious.
“Yeah, like what, Bridge?” I called her Bridge when the mood struck. I’d heard people close to her call her that. I loved saying Bridgette, Bridge, Cutie, Tiny B. I didn’t care much for specific pet names. I just said whatever I wanted.
Her face was getting flushed and I knew that she didn’t want to say it.
She had tells.
Many of them.
Her eyes turned darker when she was hot and bothered. She bit on her top lip when she was feeling defensive or unsure. Even her grins told me something. A slight grin meant she was slightly amused and a full one when she was in a teasing mood.
I had made it my job to be familiar with her nuances.
Because I liked her, valued her, and cared about what she thought.
Just like right now, she was avoiding the question because she didn’t want to offend anyone. Most likely me.
“Come on, beauty. Secrets are only good for armpits,” Rikko nudged and I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t because I was focused on what she was not saying.
She let out a sigh, took a sip of her raspberry iced tea and said, “Something like this…Something that might not even go anywhere.”
Rikko said, “Huh.”
It took a second for me to realize what she was saying.
Then she continued, “I don’t talk to my brother about relationships. It’s none of his business. And Scott and I are just hanging out, like he said. It’s not like we’re exclusive. He can see other people if he wants to. We’re just having fun. Plus, I don’t want to bother my brother about something that’s not going to pan out into something other than casual dating.”
My ears…started roaring.
My knees…started to shake.
My blood…it went from a slow simmer to a teapot full of fucking boiling water ready to start a fire.
Rikko sensed the impending danger so he started saying, “Scott, bro, I’m sure beauty here’s just trying to –“
He didn’t get to finish before I grabbed three twenties from my wallet, stood up, and said, “Let’s go.”
Bridgette’s expression was filled with confusion. As if she didn’t realize that I was this close to losing it. Because I was… I was losing my control and my sanity.
That was why she was putting some blush on for her lab partner?
That was why she didn’t want for me to say anything to Bishop?
That was why she avoided it every time I tried to broach the subject of possibly going out with her brother and Kara?
She thought she was just a casual fling and when my season started in two weeks, I’d just toss her aside and forget her?
Rikko sported a stupid grin on his face and I wanted to punch him.
Yeah, I wanted to knock that grin off of his face because I wanted to let the beast growing inside of me out.
This woman, this five feet nothing woman, could create so much havoc inside of me.
It was maddening.
“What’s going on?” She asked in such a clueless way. Her hazel eyes were bewitching and her lips plumped up with worry. “Did I say something wrong?”
Rikko chuckled, “Oh beauty, you’re so gonna get a spanking. ”
I gave my friend a quick bye and he said something about doing this another time, but now was not the time for chit chat.
“Scott. What’s going on?”
Her question lingered in the air and I knew that I couldn’t force her to leave so I said in a clipped tone that was hard to get out of my mouth because I was fuming with annoyance, anger, and frustration, “We gotta go.”
“Alright.” She munched on a fry and it took all of the meditation classes that Rikko had convinced me to attend with him in college to stop myself from just grabbing her and depositing her in the passenger seat of my car.
Clueless.
Didn’t she know how much she meant to me?
How I’d been waiting for her to give me the go-signal to take this relationship that she called nothing to the next level?
I was probably being irrational, but the rational Scott had gone out of the window the minute she called me and her nothing.
We got out of The Lounge in record time and since my condo was only ten miles away and traffic was miraculously light, we got to my place in fifteen minutes.
She talked about how cool The Lounge was.
I was hearing but not listening.
The drive to my place was good because it allowed me to get ahold of the warring feelings inside of me.
I didn’t say much, but Bridge should be used to that by now.
A few ahuhs and yeses were all I could manage.
Anything else was going to be filled with empty words that I wouldn’t even remember.
I parked my car, opened the door for her, and before her feet could hit the concrete, I lifted her over my shoulder so she was facing the world upside down.
“Scott, what are you doing?” She asked in a horrified voice.
Getting you to see straight when you’re all twisted about what we are, I said in my head. I had crossed over the edge of insanity.
All because of this woman whose ass was clamped down by my own hands.
I ignored what she was saying as the elevator ride to my fourth floor condo took forever, but as soon as I punched in the code for my place and opened the door, I finally let it all out.
In a voice that dared not to be disobeyed, I deposited her on the couch and said, “Strip.”
“What?” Her voice was small, the greens in her eyes were more prominent than the brown hues, and she looked so tiny against my big-ass black leather couch.
“You heard me,” I said, my voice harsh. I was done with cloaking the venom of my anger, but for her sake, I repeated, “I said, strip.”
“Like my clothes?”
“You have fifteen seconds to strip down to nothing or I will do it for you,” I commanded. I’d never felt the itch to spank a woman, but then again I’d never been with Bridgette.
“Oh-kay.” Doubt littered all over her voice, but she stood up against the rustic green Grecian rug that the interior decorator had placed in the space between the couch and entertainment center. Lea said it would exude homey-ness, and I agreed because it made my place look a notch below the ultimate bachelor pad. It was nice to have a few feminine touches here and there.
Though right now, I couldn’t help but admire the view of Bridgette’s tiny toes bare against my rug.
They were painted light blue with stars on them and the sight of them made my mouth water.
I was still reeling with anger, but it was slowly being overtaken by desire.
She lowered her jeans and the sight of the lacy black panties covering her pussy made my cock harder than a metal pole.
Fuck, she was luscious.
She was small, but she was all curves.
I’d touched her boobs many times now, and they were more than a handful.
The fire in her eyes was now spitting embers at me. She’d gone from a clueless woman to one who was now filled with challenge.
The next article to go was her top and as she lifted her hands to grab the edges of her blouse and slowly loop it away from her neck to remove it, I couldn’t wait to touch her silky skin with my fingers.
But I remained in my spot.
A few feet away from her, savoring the delicious creature unwrapping herself for me.
At my command.
Now standing in her lacy bra and panties, her eyes issued a dare, her voice was steady, “You want me to take it all off?”
My throat bobbed and I said, “All of it.”
I was punishing her, but now I was the one being punished.
She folded her arms in the back to unclasp her bra and the sight of those gorgeous breasts were enough to make me weak in the knees.
“Fuck,” I eked out, my hands going to my shirt and taking it off.
Her hands lingered on the only black lace covering her body and before she could take them off, I closed the gap between us.
My big hands spanned her spine and slowly I lowered us to the couch.
I skimmed the soft skin of her back as she whispered, “Scott…”
“Yeah,” I answered. Gone was the anger that harbored inside of me. In its place was the lust that I’d been carrying on for her.
I’d been waiting.
I’d been patient for her to finally see me as someone who she could possibly be in a relationship with.
She wasn’t a casual fling.
She wasn’t a one-time girl.
“I want you.” Her words launched the raging wildfire inside of me into a full-blown explosion. “Please, Scott.”
The way she said my name, I wanted to hear it that way always.
Over and over again.
My hands grazed her face and I pressed a kiss to her right earlobe.
Teasing it, sucking it, rolling the tiny skin around my tongue.
We’d made out a lot and I knew that she liked this.
I lowered my hands to her arms as I continued paying attention to that part of her ear, her neck arched back and my tongue traveled lower. As I licked her neck, I tasted coconuts and berries. The combination so unexpected, much like the woman in front of me.
She was smart, but she was oblivious about the way she made me feel.
She was beautiful, but she wanted to meld into the background.
She was shy, but she was outspoken about things that she was passionate about.
My lips grazed her left nipple and she let out an, “Ohhhh…”
I loved sucking on her nipples. They were succulent and ripe and they felt amazing on my tongue. I especially liked seeing the way the skin around her nipples turned darker after I’d sucked on them for a long time.
Her hands grabbed my hair and her legs opened up, the scent of her arousal reaching my nose.
It was musky and sweet and deciding that my hands couldn’t wait any longer, I pushed her panties to the side and caressed the skin that covered her center.
A long groan of need came out of her mouth, “Scott…please.”
My voice was muffled since her right boob was still inside my mouth. “What do you want?”
I knew what she wanted, but I wanted her to let me know.
“Touch me.” She asked, a plea in her voice, “Please.”
“No.” I shook my head, “You’ve been a naughty girl. You’re gonna have to wait.”
I wasn’t going to give her the release that she wanted. Not until I could hold out.
From the way my cock was trying to find a way out of my jeans, I knew it wasn’t going to be any longer but hey, I got to try.
I continued sucking and licking on her breasts, savoring the precious globes in my hands. I took my time with them, wanting to know them just a little bit better. I was familiar with the way her skin pebbled when she was aroused, and the way she squirmed against my right hand. My hand that was still grazing the front of her pussy, not daring a finger to enter her, knew that she was aching for release.
My tongue continued its assault on the other breast and once I determined it was enough, I slowly tucked my hands into the sides of her lace panties.
“Lift up,” I commanded, her ass rising as I lowered the lace away from her body and down to the floor.
At the sight of her uncovered pussy, the landing strip faint in the center, I muttered a heated, “Fuck.”
She was shimmering with wetness, and I felt my cock dripping with pre-cum.
I swallowed a thick gulp of air to gain some composure.
“God, Bridgette – you’re so beautiful.” This time, I looked up at her.
Her hazel eyes were thick with emotions and her lips, still untouched by my mouth, opened to say, “Have me.”
I nodded my head and said, “You and me…we’re not nothing.”
My cock was dying from a case of blue balls, but I wanted her to know, before we did this, that she was not nothing to me.
Her eyes glimmered with understanding. “Okay.”
“Say it, babe.” I said, my fingers hovering around her naked pussy, “Say it.”
“We’re not nothing,” she acquiesced, her voice hoarse with the pleasure I was denying her from completing.
“Good –“ As I plunged a thick finger inside of her.
“Aaahhh…” Her soft moans became louder and she grinded on my finger, riding it, using it for her pleasure.
I used my thumb to circle her clit as I pushed another one inside of her. Then as fast as I pushed them in, I took them out.
“Nnnnooo,” her voice broke out in despair. The emptiness I was leaving her with was unbearable, but I didn’t want my fingers to have all the fun. I raised the fingers slick with her fluids to my mouth, “You taste so good.”
Her mouth opened and her hands clamped to my head, pulling me in to kiss her on her mouth.
Fuck.
I’d never been this hard in my life.
Our tongues tangled, suckling, kissing, licking. Her moans were caught inside my mouth as I let my fingers do all the work, rubbing, entering her pussy, pulling out, pushing them in, curling them under so she could find her pleasure.
Her body started to vibrate with need and this time, I added another finger.
Her pussy walls contracted to accommodate the intrusion, and slowly I moved my fingers. Slow, fast, slow, in, and out.
Her breaths were quicker and as she reached her climax, her mouth clamped on my left shoulder and her teeth sank into my skin.
Hard.
And I was ready to come on that spot.
Her eyes were glazed with passion and as I removed my fingers from her heat, I felt her hands around my face.
“Take me to your bed.” She was telling not asking and I was in no shape or form to deny her.
I carried her naked body twenty steps to my bedroom, and within the span of that time her lips gently nibbled and grazed my jaw.
She was emanating so much heat even after her release that I found my body responding to her needs, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I burned from the inside.
“Condom,” I said, it wasn’t a question. I was just stating the fact that I was protecting her first and foremost. From anything that she didn’t want. I practiced safe sex, every single time.
Her lips opened and then closed.
She was now straddling me as I sat on top of my bed. My boxers and jeans were scattered all over the floor, it was a struggle to get them off, but it was a battle that I won.
“What is it, Bridge?” I croaked, because if she didn’t want to do this right now, I wasn’t going to force her, but someone might have to find my blue balls and resuscitate it.
“We’re not nothing,” she husked, her wet pussy grinded on my abs as she tried to topple me down the bed.
“Yeah,” I agreed and my left hand stroked the side of her face. She was as naked as I was and as her body dipped in soft curves, I couldn’t help but admire the soft slope of her stomach. I’d always thought that she was stunning, but right then, she looked ethereal.
The way her skin glowed under my bedroom lights was unexplainable.
The way her eyes ignited the flames of desire inside of me was beyond words.
“I’m on the pill.” She said with no hesitation, no preamble to her assertion. “If you want –“
This woman.
Death of me.
My lips found her mouth and her body slid down as I sat up, my cock inches away from her delectable ass.
“Are you sure?” I asked again. I was always safe and this, what she was giving me right now, was an assurance that I didn’t even know I was seeking, but I was desperately wanting.
Trust.
She was giving me her trust.
She nodded her head, her dark hair messy and sweaty across her face from all of our exertions, her body carrying remnants of my want for her through the whisker burns I’d left across her breasts and her stomach and I knew, I just knew, that she’d always be special to me.
I pushed the bed covers down and placed two pillows atop each other and positioned her head so I could make her feel comfortable.
But as I moved around, Bridgette’s hand halted me, “Scott, I’m fine.”
I’d never been given this amount of trust by a woman.
And I found myself at a loss…for something to do.
Something to give her.
Bridgette’s eyes lingered on my face for one, two, five beats before saying, “I don’t know what to say. I feel like I should give you something. I’ve never –“
“Yourself, Scott. Just give me you.” She cut me off before I could give a voice to all of the insecurities I’d harbored about her, about us, about what we were.
My mouth pressed against her lips and I kissed her with the passion that I couldn’t give a voice to.
Football season was going to start again.
She was going to be busy.
I was going to be busy.
But this right here, as my cock entered her body, without any armor, I promised myself that I wouldn’t forget what she was giving me.
This tiny woman who was looking up at me with so much tenderness in her eyes, and as my body sank into hers, I bottled all the little moans she was emitting.
She was unabashed with her words, the honesty always filling them even when they hurt me.
Weeks ago, chance brought us together.
This time, as I entered her and pulled out of her to chase my own climax, I was making a solemn promise that I would keep us together.
Whatever it might take.
Because it wasn’t every day that a hazel eyed tiny fairy came into my world, and blew every expectation I had out of the water.