breast and looks at me as I come. Not able to hold my screaming in any longer I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my screams. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I ride the wave of ecstasy.
Coming down from my high he slides his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth sucking the juices off. “Mmm, just as I remember. That was fucking hot.”
Completely mortified I try to look anywhere but at him, ashamed that I let my hormones rule me. He grabs my chin forcing me to look at him.
“What’s wrong, baby? Do you regret that? I’m so sorry.”
“It felt amazing but I’m so embarrassed,” I tell him honestly.
“I told you, Erin. You need something I will give it to you. You asked for that and I was more than happy to oblige. You never need to be embarrassed with me, okay?”
“Okay.” I can’t help agreeing. Grabbing at the button on his jeans, I announce that it’s his turn.
“No, baby. This was for you. Although, if you want, you can return the favor later.” He winks at me bringing my hands to his mouth and kissing them. After I put my new shirt on, we walk out of the stall and we wash our hands. As we exit the bathroom there is another obnoxious drunk man just outside.
“Looks like someone got a home run!” He yells so the whole damn stadium can hear, holding his hand up for a high five from Walker, who ignores him.
“Nope! Just a triple,” I say, without flinching, and high five him myself.
Walker stops at my words and turns around in the middle of the concourse, smiling at me and looking like he just won the lottery. Staring deep into my eyes, he says “Remember when I told you that would you be mine?” When I nod, he continues, “Well, you can be sure that Prescott will be tacked onto that pretty first name of yours in the near future. I’m going to marry you.”
T he day at the ballpark was indescribable. I learned a lot about Walker, and besides that, I am hopelessly attracted to him. I also saw a sweet side to him. He attended to my every need, walked me to the bathroom every half hour, always had a bottle of water ready for me when I finished one, and made sure my sore feet and I had a seat on the El for the way back, after paying someone ten dollars to give up theirs.
It’s dark by the time Walker escorts me up to my door. Noelle isn’t home and although I shouldn’t be, I’m nervous to ask him in not wanting this night to end.
“Let me stay tonight, Erin.” His voice takes me by surprise.
“You want to come in you mean?” I ask looking for clarification. There is no way. He is bold enough to ask to stay the night? I don’t know what kind of girl he thinks I am, although I did just let him finger me in a bathroom stall...and I did have a one night stand with him. But that doesn’t mean I’d allow a sleepover. Okay, who am I kidding? He makes me want that, desperately.
“Yes, I want to come in but I also want to stay the night.” Sensing what I may be thinking he adds, “Just to be with you. To hold you. After the first night we spent together you left the next morning. I have regretted letting you walk out that door ever since the minute it closed behind you. I want to erase that memory. Not the making our child part, but the walking away part. I want to wake up next to you, make breakfast, and go home knowing I will see you again. Just, please, let me do this.”
I can’t say anything to him. Here is this strong, demanding man asking me, begging me, to let him stay over? It melts my heart to hear the plea in his voice. Not knowing how to respond, I open the door all the way allowing him to pass through. I don’t say yes, but I didn’t say no either. We just let things flow.
I called Joe’s Pizza, the best non-deep dish pizza around, to fuel my ever hungry belly. While waiting, he picked out “21 Jump Street”, one of my all time favorite movies, to watch. After stuffing our faces with the roast beef and green pepper topped pie, he pulled my head
Coming down from my high he slides his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth sucking the juices off. “Mmm, just as I remember. That was fucking hot.”
Completely mortified I try to look anywhere but at him, ashamed that I let my hormones rule me. He grabs my chin forcing me to look at him.
“What’s wrong, baby? Do you regret that? I’m so sorry.”
“It felt amazing but I’m so embarrassed,” I tell him honestly.
“I told you, Erin. You need something I will give it to you. You asked for that and I was more than happy to oblige. You never need to be embarrassed with me, okay?”
“Okay.” I can’t help agreeing. Grabbing at the button on his jeans, I announce that it’s his turn.
“No, baby. This was for you. Although, if you want, you can return the favor later.” He winks at me bringing my hands to his mouth and kissing them. After I put my new shirt on, we walk out of the stall and we wash our hands. As we exit the bathroom there is another obnoxious drunk man just outside.
“Looks like someone got a home run!” He yells so the whole damn stadium can hear, holding his hand up for a high five from Walker, who ignores him.
“Nope! Just a triple,” I say, without flinching, and high five him myself.
Walker stops at my words and turns around in the middle of the concourse, smiling at me and looking like he just won the lottery. Staring deep into my eyes, he says “Remember when I told you that would you be mine?” When I nod, he continues, “Well, you can be sure that Prescott will be tacked onto that pretty first name of yours in the near future. I’m going to marry you.”
T he day at the ballpark was indescribable. I learned a lot about Walker, and besides that, I am hopelessly attracted to him. I also saw a sweet side to him. He attended to my every need, walked me to the bathroom every half hour, always had a bottle of water ready for me when I finished one, and made sure my sore feet and I had a seat on the El for the way back, after paying someone ten dollars to give up theirs.
It’s dark by the time Walker escorts me up to my door. Noelle isn’t home and although I shouldn’t be, I’m nervous to ask him in not wanting this night to end.
“Let me stay tonight, Erin.” His voice takes me by surprise.
“You want to come in you mean?” I ask looking for clarification. There is no way. He is bold enough to ask to stay the night? I don’t know what kind of girl he thinks I am, although I did just let him finger me in a bathroom stall...and I did have a one night stand with him. But that doesn’t mean I’d allow a sleepover. Okay, who am I kidding? He makes me want that, desperately.
“Yes, I want to come in but I also want to stay the night.” Sensing what I may be thinking he adds, “Just to be with you. To hold you. After the first night we spent together you left the next morning. I have regretted letting you walk out that door ever since the minute it closed behind you. I want to erase that memory. Not the making our child part, but the walking away part. I want to wake up next to you, make breakfast, and go home knowing I will see you again. Just, please, let me do this.”
I can’t say anything to him. Here is this strong, demanding man asking me, begging me, to let him stay over? It melts my heart to hear the plea in his voice. Not knowing how to respond, I open the door all the way allowing him to pass through. I don’t say yes, but I didn’t say no either. We just let things flow.
I called Joe’s Pizza, the best non-deep dish pizza around, to fuel my ever hungry belly. While waiting, he picked out “21 Jump Street”, one of my all time favorite movies, to watch. After stuffing our faces with the roast beef and green pepper topped pie, he pulled my head
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