That Night in Steel City

by ChaShiree M.

  Copyright © 2019 by ChaShiree M.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  1

  I have been looking forward to this game all season. Not to mention, I never take the day off for myself, so this was a much needed 24hr vacation. My friends thought I was crazy to fly all the way to Pittsburgh from Chicago for the Steelers vs. Bears game. They don’t understand though. Pittsburgh was where I spent my summers with my grandmother. The whole summer I had to hear about how much better their sports teams were than ours back in Chicago. I vowed that when I got older, I would always come to any game the two teams played against one another, so I could stick it in their faces when Chicago beat their ass. I have stuck to that ever since I could afford it.

  I look down at my watch. This damn concession line is taking forever. I am going to miss the first kick. I look around me and notice that everyone in the line is seemingly as impatient as I am. Finally, after about ten minutes in the slowest line on the east coast, I am one person away. I move up as the woman in front of me places her order. When she is handed her popcorn, I notice the concession worker post a sign that says, ‘popcorn sold out’.

  “Are you freaking kidding me!” Comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. I am turning around to walk into the stadium after wasting ten minutes of my life I won’t get back, when I hear the voice that will change my life.

  “I’m so sorry.” Stopped in my tracks by what can only be called a Melody of Angels. I am almost afraid to turn around. Afraid that when I gaze upon her, she will be doomed to ashes like Eurydice in Hades. I choose to tempt fate. I must see her face. I turn and holy fuck! She is beautiful. That is literally an understatement, but my mind can’t conjure up anything else in its catatonic state.

  “I didn’t realize it would be the last one. I would have taken a smaller bag. I certainly don’t mind sharing. We can just ask for a bag.” I must look crazy right now. I am staring at her, no words leaving my mouth. I can only imagine what my face looks like. Does it convey the absolute heat that my lower half is feeling?

  “Sir? Would you like me to get another bag?” I finally take a breath and all of my senses return, though heightened and aware that somehow, I have to keep her with me.

  “I’m sorry. Yes. That would be lovely. Though if you don’t mind, we could just share from the bucket you have.”

  “I suppose,” she says with a bit of a blush and a giggle. “But for this little thing called assigned seating. Unfortunately, there is a person sitting next to me.”

  I can feel the tension in my hands as my body goes into fight mode. The idea that she is here with her boyfriend or husband has me seeing red. This angel is supposed to be mine. I think as I look at her hand. No ring. But nowadays that means nothing. Shit.

  “Rather chatty guy too.” she says.

  I take a stab at the possibility that she isn’t acquainted with him.

  “Not a fan of strangers talking your ear off at sports games?”

  “Not really.” Yes! She is here alone.

  “Well it just so happens, there is no one sitting beside me because I always buy out the seat next to me. Not a fan of strangers much either. What do you say, we change our stranger status and you join me?”

  She looks down, face turning the cutest shade of pink. Her lip ends up in between her teeth and I’d be lying if I said I didn't want to do all sorts of things to her mouth and that lip. I need her to say yes to sitting with me. So that later I can convince her to say yes to everything else that will follow.

  “I promise I don’t bite and I will even shut up unless you want to hear me talk.”

  “Deal. Lead the way Mr.…….” Crap. We haven’t even exchanged names.

  “My name is Lazaro. Lazaro Ruiz. Pleasure to meet you Miss…” I take her hand and gesture to kiss it. But first, I wait to see if she will trust me with her name.

  “Stefahnee Macarbee.” Perfect name.

  I escort her down to my second row seating. Chest pumped out when she shows me her evident sign of being impressed.

  The rest of the game we spend watching intently, but also talking. I found out she is 25 years old. She too lives in Chicago. She won these tickets in a raffle for charity. She’s a preschool teacher. Not married. No kids. Though she would love some. I told her all about me as well. I am 30 years old. Never married. No kids. I am the CEO of Steel Tek. A security firm that specializes in Cyber Security as well as technological security.

  “Wow. What are the odds we would both end up here? On the same night.” She calls it odds. I call it fate. For the last half of the game we are both intently watching, neither of us willing to miss this. With just one minute left on the clock, the Bears score a touchdown and like that we win the game. Stefahnee and I jump out of seat, screaming and yelling for the team we both love. The stadium erupts in excitement and disappointment and none of it can drown out the drumming of my own heart as it laments that once we leave this dome, we are going separate places. My mind repeats this over and over as we walk toward the exit. Almost as if she is having the same thought, she looks at me almost expectantly. Like I somehow hold the key to keeping this night going. Taking a chance, I grab her hand and ask her simply.

  “Care to see where the night takes us?” She looks at our joined hands and up into my eyes and answers.

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Thank God.

  2

  Walking beside him, holding his hand, just simply feels...right. I peek over at him, wanting to once again gaze at his handsome striking profile, only to find that he is already looking at me. I turn back around, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks. I have always been shy around boys and men. In high school I walked around with my head down and in the books. Literally. I read everything. From textbooks to fiction. I started out with V.C. Andrews books. I mean Flowers in the Attic, who doesn’t love that? I moved on to romance novels. I began reading things like Say Please, by C.M. Steele, Chocolate Kisses by KL Fast and MK Moore and my absolute favorite, Pixie Chica’s Sealed With a Kiss. I lose myself in these stories of men who find their soulmates and within a second, make the women theirs. I always told myself it wasn’t real. But walking down the street with him, I am happy to say I am not so sure.

  “So, what are you in the mood for?” he asks me as we wait for the walk signal.

  “Uhm, what are you in the mood for?” I give the question back to him. My stomach is in knots right now. I haven’t been this nervous since my first day of college. I am a mess of jumbled nerves. I don’t know how to do this. Almost as if he can read my mind, he lifts our joined hands and kisses mine.

  “Relax baby. This is done. There is no going back now. The minute you turned around and offered to split your popcorn with me, it was settled. Now, what would you like to eat?”

  Well hell. My hand begins to shake as I try to calm down my raging hormones. Not only has he sent my pussy into a tizzy, but he managed to calm me at the same time. His words sent some sort of signal through me, that instantly set my mind and body at ease.

  “Wow. Ok. I don’t...know what to say?”

  “Right now, all I need is for you to tell me where you want to eat so I can feed you. Then, we will talk about the rest.” He stops moving and turns me toward him. H
is hands are holding both of mines and I must admit, I have never felt so safe. He stares at me like he can see to the very part of me that needs this to be real. When his hands move up the side of my arms, and onto my face, I lean in to his hand, letting the feeling wash over me.

  “Look at you. So sweet and beautiful. I don’t know who to thank for bringing you to me, but fuck if I’m not the luckiest man alive.” His left hand roams into my hair as his other slithers back to my hip. He pulls me further into him, his grip in both places getting firmer. “Do you feel that baby? You feel the melody floating between the two of us? That is destiny baby. Fate. I was meant to be right here, in this moment with you. I was meant to find you.” he says the last part closer to my mouth. So close I can feel the heat on my face before he leans in and kisses me. The first contact is sweet and almost soft. I find myself wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible to him. Holding me closer to him, I hear the rumble from his throat, right before his tongue comes out to play. My mouth opens like he gave a ‘Simon says’ command.

  We stand in the middle of the sidewalk, mouths fuse together, moaning and groaning. It must sound like a jungle of animals I can’t help but think to myself, with an inside chuckle. Our mouths do a dance that our bodies recognize the rhythm to. Finally, after lord knows how long, we stop, gasping for air, trying to calm to need we have for each other. His forehead touches mine, “Shit Stef. That kiss...tell me you felt it.”

  “I did. I felt it Lazaro. I just...it’s only been a couple of hours. How can we trust it?” I know what I am feeling. But how do I know it’s not just simply lust overtaking my commonsense?

  “Trust yourself baby. I know, I have never had feelings like this for anyone. Never met a woman I wanted to give my last name to and my baby. The minute I saw you, my chest began to burn. My heart kicked up, and head began chanting over and over how much you belong to me. How fast I needed to claim you, take you, make you mine unequivocally, no questions asked. I trust when my mind and heart are working together. Now the question is: Will you trust me and yourself? I swear I will never hurt you.”

  What is a girl supposed to say to a speech like that? I look in his eyes, and in them I see sincerity, heat, need, desire and something I am not ready to admit yet. He once again holds his hand out to me, waiting. I know once I place my hand in his, I am not only, agreeing to continue our night together, but I am also answering his question and validating I feel the same way. I bite my lip as I take a moment to make sure, I am ready for my life to change.

  I try to imagine my life if I don’t take his hand and I can’t. I can’t imagine one moment when I am not somehow within his orbit. Is that crazy? On the contrary. I can picture us living in a home filled with light and laughter, chasing little kids around while there is another one inside me. Oh God. My hand goes to my mouth as I gasp realizing my eyes are filling with tears at the vision. I want that. I want that life.

  “Yes. Lazaro. I trust us.” He takes a deep breath. “Thank fuck baby. Now, tell me what you want to eat.”

  “Pizza. I want pizza.”

  “Excellent choice.”

  This is definitely an excellent choice.

  3

  Thank fuck she didn’t walk away from me. I know I am coming off strong and quick, but I feel the urgency in the fact that we have this one night and then we go back home. A home where we live in separate places. Lead separate lives. The beast inside of me is demanding I take her somewhere right now and get my ring on her finger and my son in her belly. I need to make her mine. Now.

  We walk to Mercurio’s Pizza. It is the only pizza I eat when I am in the Burgh. The owner and I go way back. We used to hang together all summer with the other guys when I was out here with my grandma. His little sister, decided to go to college in Illinois at the University of Illinois and after she graduated, she became my personal assistant.

  “Zar the scar. How you doing man?” He asks as we bro hug. “Long time no see.”

  “Adolfo. You know I hate it when you call me that.” I really do. “And I just saw you when you came to visit your sister.” He backs up from me laughing.

  “Who do we have here?” He licks his lips as he looks my woman up and down and the urge to punch his face in is prominent.

  “Dolf, put your tongue back in and show some respect. This is my fiancée, Stefahnee. Stefahnee, this I am sorry to say, is one of my best friends, Adolfo. He owns this place.” I ignore the shocked and confused look on her face at my use of the word fiancée. If I have it my way she will be within the next 48 hours.

  “I had no idea. Congratulations brother.”

  “Thanks. Listen, we are starving.”

  “Oh yes. Of course. Follow me.”

  He leads us to his empty party room that is only in use when he has an event going on. I am thankful for the privacy. Once we are seated and give him our order, it is just the two of sitting across from one another.

  “Tell me more about you Lazaro.” she asks her face bright and flushed.

  “What do you want to know baby?”

  “Everything.” Mmmmm. Her face became almost mischievous when she said that. She has no idea how much that turned me on.

  “I am third generation Italian American. Grew up in Chicago. I have a younger sister named Gia. I run 10 miles a day. Workout 6 days a week. Never been married. No kids. Your turn.” I want to know everything. But most of all, I want her to tell there is and have never been anyone special in her life until me.

  “Well, not much to tell. I’m 25. I am a preschool teacher. I graduated with a bachelor’s from Illinois State University in Advanced Human Development. It’s been just my little brother, mom and I for years. No kids. Have not ever been in a relationship to be honest.” Thank fuck. Knowing my cock is the only one she will ever know, the only mouth that will ever know how sweet her pussy is, is making me harder as fuck under this damn table.

  We spend the rest of the night talking and laughing. It feels like we have known each other for our whole lives. We pay the check, say goodbye to Dolfo and walk outside. As soon as we step outside the door, she begins to shiver. The temperature has certainly changed since we got here. Nothing like Fall and winter in the Burgh.

  Pulling her into my chest, I wrap my arms around her giving her as much of my heat as I can.

  “Geesh. It wasn’t this cold when we got here.”

  “It wasn’t. But, it gives me an excuse to hold you.”

  “You don’t need an excuse for that.” She leans up on her toes and plants her mouth on mine. I know I should take it slow, but having her initiate it, revs something in me. I turn her toward the brick wall behind her. Lifting her by her ass as our mouths go at each other, tongues tangling, teeth knocking against each other, she wraps her legs around me and even in the cold I can feel the heat between her legs.

  “Shit. You’re so fucking warm. Are you wet for me baby? Is my pussy raining down for me?”

  “Yes.” She whispers, barely able to catch her breath before our mouths are fused together again.

  “Fuck baby. I want to drop you right here on this ground and rut into you until I’m sure my son is inside you. Savage is how I want to take you Stefahnee.” My jean covered cock is pumping against her denim covered pussy and I can still feel the type of connection we have.

  “Lazaro. Yes. Please. It feels so good.” Damn she lit up quick. So, fucking sexy. I need to get her to a bed and love her right. I move my mouth from hers, sucking in the oxygen like it’s an oasis. Once we have calmed down I flag down a cab. I’m done waiting.

  “Let’s go baby. I can’t wait any longer to find out how you taste.”

  And to figure out how to keep her.

  4

  Too bad the cab isn’t more private. His hand on my thigh, moving up and down, I can feel my pussy throbbing as it drips in my panties. I find myself opening my legs a bit wider, trying to be not so obvious. But I need his hand to move up and ease the ache, like I need the latest Jessa
Kane book.

  “You keep opening your legs like that baby, I am going to make this cab driver stop and get out, so I can fuck you in the backseat. Now be good. We are almost there.” he whispers in my ear sending shivers of sensual wanton need through me. I am so out of my depth that even my mouth is acting up.

  “Why would we have to wait for him to get out of the cab?” My eyes get big as I realize the words that have left my mouth. Even as I can feel the embarrassment takeover, it doesn’t stop my legs from opening wider as his hand gets higher.

  “If he heard your moans of ecstasy, I would have to kill him. Your sounds are just for me, Stefahnee. No one else.” My oh my. I need something to calm me down.

  “What time is your flight tomorrow?” There. That’s a safe subject.

  “Mine is not until later. I am going to stop by and see two of my other buddies who still live here. We don’t get to catch up much, so I booked a 3pm flight. What about you?”

  “I am back bright and early. I got a special deal on Priceline. The only thing is, I didn’t get to pick my flight time.” Wishing that was different now.

  “Well shit, baby. Let’s make the most of tonight shall we.”

  The cab comes to a stop and after paying we are walking inside the hotel. The elevator ride is the worst. I know this would totally be a Fifty Shades elevator moment if it weren't for the elderly couple to the left of us. My lip is permanently planted in my mouth as I squeeze my legs together trying to cool the fire building between them. So, in tune to me already, he leans over and in the most growly voice possible he says, “I don’t give a shit how old he is, if I can smell your need, so can he. Be patient, baby. That pussy is going to get what's coming to her.” Holy fuck! This man is everything.