“Any
time, brutha. Any time! We’ll do this again soon.”
***
Quietly, I made my way into the house, not
wanting to disturb Britt; but I found her sitting up in bed reading
with her lamp on. Her platinum hair was pulled up into a messy bun
and I thought she looked hotter than sin. I loved it when she was
dressed casual like this. It seemed so . . . comfortable and sexy
at the same time.
Glancing up, she smiled brightly at me,
filling my heart with warmth. “Hey, baby! How was your night
out?”
“It was fun, but I’m more happy to be back
home with the woman I love.” Making my way over to the bed, I sat
beside her and gathered her into my arms, burying my face into the
crook of her neck and smelling her sweet skin. Just being away from
her for those few hours already had me starving for her.
My lips found their way, naturally, to her
mouth and she let out a little moan as she allowed me to kiss her
deeply, awakening longing sensations within. The feel of her tongue
stroking against mine set my senses on fire. I wanted her—I needed
her.
Gently, I pulled away. “I’ll be right back,
okay? I’m going to take a shower real quick and freshen up.”
She smiled and nodded, leaning back against
her pillow. “Do you need me to come help you?”
Remembering my resolve earlier, I shook my
head in denial. “No, you just rest. I’ll manage.”
Surprise was evident on her face, but she
didn’t argue—in fact she seemed a little relieved, if truth be
told.
Climbing into the shower with my toothbrush
in hand, I began brushing my teeth. I left the door open to the
bedroom and noticed when Britt clicked off the lamp. I should just
let her rest. She obviously needed it, if the black circles under
her eyes were to be believed.
Even looking exhausted, she was still a
solid ten in my eyes. I couldn’t get enough of her. She made my
life complete, and I loved her with every breath I took.
Relaxing under the water, I let my thoughts
wander back to the man I’d met this evening and even further back
to when I got ready for football games in high school. That seemed
so long ago—strutting around the locker room with my shirt off, all
my teammates staring at me. I missed that. There was no other
feeling like that of Friday night lights—the hometown stadium
packed with friends, fans, and family cheering on their team to
win. The smells from the concession stands drifting over to the
field, mixing with the scent of the freshly cut grass and newly
painted lines. Even the thrill of playing to crowds of tens of
thousands paled in comparison, at times. I missed home—I missed the
beginning—the familiar.
Right at that moment, I’d have given
anything to be standing back on that field in Silver Creek, the
rough skin of the ball between my hands, listening to the shouts
and calls of the coaches as a game commenced.
Both of my girls would be there
too—Nikki and Brittney—on the sidelines, cheering for the team
together.
Nikki . . . I couldn’t stop thinking about
her. There were times I wasn’t sure if God was real, but I liked to
believe He was. One thing I was sure about—if there was a God, He
and Nikki were close. She was one of the most amazing people I’d
ever known and I missed her—not just the kisses or her body—but my friend , Nikki. Her support had always meant so much to
me.
It was time for me to remember the positives
things that Nikki had given me in my life. I needed to quit
thinking of her as an empty, gaping hole and see all the gifts
she’d left behind for me.
And then, of course, there was Brittney. I
was completely in love with her—heart and soul—and everyone knew
it. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I wouldn’t wan t
a life without her.
I felt my skin prickle as the water suddenly
turned cold and I realized I’d been standing far too long letting
my thoughts run rampant. Quickly, I finished up and got ready for
bed. It took a little extra time to do it on my own, but I
time, brutha. Any time! We’ll do this again soon.”
***
Quietly, I made my way into the house, not
wanting to disturb Britt; but I found her sitting up in bed reading
with her lamp on. Her platinum hair was pulled up into a messy bun
and I thought she looked hotter than sin. I loved it when she was
dressed casual like this. It seemed so . . . comfortable and sexy
at the same time.
Glancing up, she smiled brightly at me,
filling my heart with warmth. “Hey, baby! How was your night
out?”
“It was fun, but I’m more happy to be back
home with the woman I love.” Making my way over to the bed, I sat
beside her and gathered her into my arms, burying my face into the
crook of her neck and smelling her sweet skin. Just being away from
her for those few hours already had me starving for her.
My lips found their way, naturally, to her
mouth and she let out a little moan as she allowed me to kiss her
deeply, awakening longing sensations within. The feel of her tongue
stroking against mine set my senses on fire. I wanted her—I needed
her.
Gently, I pulled away. “I’ll be right back,
okay? I’m going to take a shower real quick and freshen up.”
She smiled and nodded, leaning back against
her pillow. “Do you need me to come help you?”
Remembering my resolve earlier, I shook my
head in denial. “No, you just rest. I’ll manage.”
Surprise was evident on her face, but she
didn’t argue—in fact she seemed a little relieved, if truth be
told.
Climbing into the shower with my toothbrush
in hand, I began brushing my teeth. I left the door open to the
bedroom and noticed when Britt clicked off the lamp. I should just
let her rest. She obviously needed it, if the black circles under
her eyes were to be believed.
Even looking exhausted, she was still a
solid ten in my eyes. I couldn’t get enough of her. She made my
life complete, and I loved her with every breath I took.
Relaxing under the water, I let my thoughts
wander back to the man I’d met this evening and even further back
to when I got ready for football games in high school. That seemed
so long ago—strutting around the locker room with my shirt off, all
my teammates staring at me. I missed that. There was no other
feeling like that of Friday night lights—the hometown stadium
packed with friends, fans, and family cheering on their team to
win. The smells from the concession stands drifting over to the
field, mixing with the scent of the freshly cut grass and newly
painted lines. Even the thrill of playing to crowds of tens of
thousands paled in comparison, at times. I missed home—I missed the
beginning—the familiar.
Right at that moment, I’d have given
anything to be standing back on that field in Silver Creek, the
rough skin of the ball between my hands, listening to the shouts
and calls of the coaches as a game commenced.
Both of my girls would be there
too—Nikki and Brittney—on the sidelines, cheering for the team
together.
Nikki . . . I couldn’t stop thinking about
her. There were times I wasn’t sure if God was real, but I liked to
believe He was. One thing I was sure about—if there was a God, He
and Nikki were close. She was one of the most amazing people I’d
ever known and I missed her—not just the kisses or her body—but my friend , Nikki. Her support had always meant so much to
me.
It was time for me to remember the positives
things that Nikki had given me in my life. I needed to quit
thinking of her as an empty, gaping hole and see all the gifts
she’d left behind for me.
And then, of course, there was Brittney. I
was completely in love with her—heart and soul—and everyone knew
it. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I wouldn’t wan t
a life without her.
I felt my skin prickle as the water suddenly
turned cold and I realized I’d been standing far too long letting
my thoughts run rampant. Quickly, I finished up and got ready for
bed. It took a little extra time to do it on my own, but I
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