Just Say Yes

by Samantha Lind

  “Just a bottle of water will be fine,” I say as I get up to change. I make my way into his room and good God, his house is beautiful! He must have had it professionally decorated, or allowed his mom or sister-in-law to decorate it. Just as he said, my bag is sitting on his king-sized bed. I pull out my bikini and head into his en suite bathroom to change. Holy shit, this bathroom is what dreams are made of. It has a huge tiled walk-in shower, and the soaking tub is to die for. I could spend hours in this room and be the happiest woman on earth. I finally stop ogling his bathroom and get changed. Thank God I remembered to shave when I got up this afternoon, or else I wouldn’t be willing to walk out my bikini. I toss on my cover-up, sweep my hair into a messy bun to get it off my shoulders, and head out to the hot tub on Scott’s back patio.

  Scott turned on the patio lights, as well as some music that’s playing softly in the background. It’s such a beautiful evening that being out here in my suit isn’t that bad. “Hey, do you have towels out here, or should I grab one before getting in?”

  “I already grabbed a couple while you were changing. Go ahead and get in. I’ll be right back.”

  After removing my cover-up, I climb right in, and the heat of the water quickly loosens up my tight, knotted muscles. I find one of the built-in seats that are filled with jets and get comfortable. I didn’t realize how tight I was until the water starts to do its thing and works out some of the stiffness.

  “Careful now, no falling asleep in the water,” Scott teases as he climbs in. I have to keep myself from drooling over the sight of his perfectly sculpted body. Playing professional hockey does his body good! He has defined arms, a sculpted chest, and the sexiest set of abs I have had the privilege of seeing and touching. Those abs, of course, lead to the sexiest place on his body; the coveted V that peeks out of his shorts hanging low on his hips. It’s like he’s torturing me on purpose with his hot as sin body.

  “I could sit right here, with all these jets on me, for hours. It feels amazing.” Scott takes a seat directly across from me. He legs flank mine, and he pulls my feet into his lap and starts rubbing them under the water.

  “Relax, Becca.”

  “Oh, I already am. This is incredible,” I reply. We fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, him rubbing my feet while I continue to melt into the water.

  I sit up to grab my water as the heat of the hot tub is starting to make me feel a little woozy. I chug down about half of it before placing it back in the cup holder.

  “Come here,” Scott says, as he grabs my hand. I allow him to tug me to where I’m sitting in front of him. He brings his hands to my shoulders and starts to massage my shoulders and neck. Man, does it feel amazing. When he finishes, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me so my back is against his chest. He laces our fingers together and drops his head so his lips are resting below my ear.

  “Do you remember our first date? Scott murmurs.

  “Yes, it was so cheesy but romantic in its own way.” I chuckle remembering back to when we were teens and Scott had finally worked up the nerve to ask me out.

  “Hey now, it wasn’t cheesy!”

  “Okay, it wasn’t cheesy.” I tease back.

  “I thought taking you out to the fair and kissing you for the first time atop the Ferris Wheel -while the fireworks were going off, no less - was pretty bad ass myself. I was so damn nervous when we were standing in line.” He confesses.

  “I remember hoping so much all day that you would finally kiss me. There were a few times while we were waiting in line for rides that I thought that you might actually do it. But I’m glad that you waited. It was pretty romantic atop the Ferris Wheel. “

  “Well, I can’t recreate that same exact atmosphere as I’m not waiting until August to take you back to the fair so I can kiss you again for the first time. But, I can promise fireworks of a different kind.” Scott tells me as he turns me around in his arms so that I’m straddling his lap.

  He slides his hands up cupping my face, looking deep into my eyes.

  “I have missed you so damn much, Becca. I’ve never stopped loving you, and I need you back in my life permanently. What will it take for you to give us another chance? What will it take for you to just say yes?” he asks.

  Holy shit! Did he just say what I think he did? A breath escapes my lips before I reply to him.

  “I missed you too, and I have never stopped loving you either. I decided the other day that I wasn’t going to avoid you this summer like I’ve done for the past few years. I decided I was going to see where things went. I hoped that I wasn’t too late. So, to answer you, yes, I will give us a chance. Yes, I will be back in your life, and I want you back in mine. But, I need time to deal with what it all means, especially when you leave in September.”

  I can’t believe that Scott feels the same way as I do. I’d never stopped loving him, I just never wanted to admit it to myself.

  “Thank fuck,” he whispers as he drops his lips to mine. He starts the kiss out tentatively, quickly deepening it and taking full control. His left-hand sinks into my hair and around to the back of my neck, as his right slides down my body until it’s cupping my ass, pulling me closer to his rock-hard body. A moan escapes me as he releases my mouth and trails his lips along my jaw and down my neck, then back up again until he reaches my ear. “Will you stay the night with me? We’ll go as slow as you want to take things between us. If nothing else, I’ll just be happy to have you in my arms tonight.”

  “Yes,” I moan out as he captures my lips again with his. He still has one hand on my ass, kneading and pulling me as close as he can get me. At this point, my body is so strung with sexual tension that I’ll do anything to find that release. My hips grind against his very hard, erect body, chasing that pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby,” Scott whispers into my ear. “Make yourself come. You are so fucking sexy right now.” The words he all but growls out are doing so many things to my body, as he continues to kiss down my neck. Scott loosens the grip he has on my neck and unties the strings of my suit, causing my top to fall. His hands trail up and down my body until they graze my sides. Finally, he cup my breasts, feathering his callused thumbs across my hard nipples.

  “Holy shit,” I whimper, as his lips find their way down my neck and toward my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, eliciting another moan from me as I continue to chase the release I so desperately need. His teeth graze over my nipple, and I come unglued. Both of my arms are wrapped around his neck, my hands holding onto his hair. The orgasm rips through my body, and I pull his head away as I collapse onto his chest. Scott shifts his hands to my back, making lazy tracks with his fingers, as I slowly come down from my orgasm.

  “I wish you could see yourself how I do right now, Becca. You are a picture of perfection, and I’m committing you to memory,” he whispers against my ear.

  I kiss my way up his chest and back to his mouth. “Thank you for that,” I whisper, before placing a kiss on his lips. “Please, take me to bed. Now.”

  Scott shifts so he can stand, adjusting himself before stepping out of the hot tub and grabbing the towels. I re-tie my top and climb out, where he wraps a towel around me and pulls me into him, placing a chaste kiss to my lips.

  “Let’s get you inside,” he tells me as he grabs my hand and leads me into the house. It’s quiet when we get back inside. I’m not sure how long we were in the hot tub, but it’s obvious that Murph has already gone to bed, and I don’t think Brian has returned yet from his date with Kinley.

  Scott leads us straight to his room, making sure to shut and lock his door. He still has ahold of my hand, and spins me, pinning me against the wall next to the door. He lowers his forehead to mine.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, and watching you bring yourself to orgasm using my body was one of the hottest things I have ever experienced. As sexy as that was, and as hot as that got my blood boiling, I’m serious, Becca. We will take things as slow or fast as you want them to go. Y
ou are in charge here,” he says, looking me directly in the eyes. I could get lost in his blue eyes.

  I place a brief kiss to his lips and wrap my arms around his body. “I meant what I said outside, Scott. Take me to bed.”

  He doesn’t skip a beat, sweeping me up off my feet and into his arms, carrying me to his bed. He sets me on the edge, and reaches up to untie my bikini top, this time removing it completely from my body. His hands trail down my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, landing on my waist.

  We have seen each other naked more times than I can count, but this feels different; right. Maybe it’s that it’s been so many years since we were together, maybe it’s because we’ve aged. Or maybe it’s because we realize that we never stopped loving each other, and there can only be one first time back together. It doesn’t feel like we are in a rush; it feels like we are both trying to soak in what is happening between us, and savor it.

  I reach out, removing the towel he has secured around his waist and untie his swim trunks. I slide my hands inside the waistband, slowly pushing then off his hips and over his very pronounced erection. Once they have fallen to the floor, he steps out of them, pushing them aside as he takes a step closer to me, gently laying me down on his bed. His eyes take in my body; with only my bikini bottoms still on, there is little left to the imagination. As his gaze travels, up and down my body, my skin breaks out in goosebumps, anticipating where he will touch me next. Scott leans down, bringing his lips to mine with a soft kiss which he quickly deepens. I bring my legs up and around his waist, drawing him as close to my body as I can. We quickly become a twisted mess of limbs, each trying to take control as the desire to be together continues to heat between us. Scott shifts, pulling me higher onto the bed, never breaking our connection. Once we are settled, he breaks our kiss, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip.

  “I brought you to bed. Now tell me what you want, Becca. I need to hear you say it,” he murmurs, as he brushes my hair back out of my face and tucks it behind my ear.

  “I need you to make love to me. I need you inside of me, all over me, Scott. I need you to make me feel again,” I whisper back to him.

  Chapter Seven

  Scott

  “I need you to make love to me. I need you inside of me, all over me, Scott. I need you to make me feel again,” she tells me. All I can think at this moment is how I only have this one chance to start over again with Becca. I don’t want to rush it, but damn she makes it hard to think, lying next to me almost naked and giving me the green light to proceed.

  I roll her, so she’s flat on her back, and trail my fingers up and down her body, watching as her skin breaks out in goosebumps with each touch. I push up so I can straddle her body and make a path of kisses, starting at her collar bone, down between her breasts, stopping to suck each nipple into my mouth before continuing down her body.

  Sex between Becca and I was always hot and passionate, so I don’t expect that to be any different now that I have her back in my bed. I haven’t been a saint since we broke up, but I also haven’t slept with any random puck bunny that tried to get into my pants either – that just isn’t me. I have had a few short-term girlfriends over the years, but I was the asshole who compared them all to Becca. No one can compare to her.

  I reach her lower abdomen and kiss my way over to each of her hips. I slip my fingers into the sides of her bikini bottom and slide it over her hips and down her legs. I trail my tongue up her legs, bringing me to the apex between her thighs. I can see and smell her arousal, causing my blood to pump a little faster, and I can feel my dick getting even harder than it already was. I look up and lock eyes with Becca, then slowly lower my head and place a kiss just above her clit.

  “Holy shit, Scott!” she moans.

  “You like that, baby?” I ask her, chuckling slightly.

  “Yes… more… please… now,” she pants in reply. I take that opening and lick up her slit until I reach her clit, circling it with my tongue and then lightly suck it into my mouth. Just this little amount of contact has her practically lifting off the bed, so I reach an arm around to hold her down to the bed. With my other hand, I push one of her legs up and toward her chest, opening her up more to me, then drop it down to circle her entrance with two fingers before pushing them inside her. Becca’s body practically sucks my fingers inside, and God, she’s tight. I rotate them until I find that one little spot that will make her come unglued. I suck her clit back into my mouth, hard, while simultaneously rubbing her g-spot until I feel Becca’s body convulse and her orgasm spread throughout her body. I release her clit and slow the movement of my fingers. Once she has come down from the initial shock from her orgasm, I kiss my way back up her body, burrowing my face in her neck.

  “That was amazing, baby,” I whisper into her ear.

  “I have to agree,” she chuckles and reaches down to wrap a hand around my cock, lazily stroking up and down a few times. “Now it’s your turn.” She pushes me onto my back and starts to slide down my body, but I stop her. As much as I want her lips around my cock I want to be inside her when I come.

  “Not tonight, baby. I’m not going to last long, and I would prefer to be inside you when that happens.”

  “If you’re sure…”

  “I’m positive. Now, if you want to be on top, I won’t stop you from that,” I tell her as I smack her ass.

  “Is that right.” Becca chuckles again, and lightly punches me in the chest before leaning down to kiss me.

  “Absolutely.” I pull her on top of me, gliding my cock along her slick folds, hitting her clit.

  “God, that feels amazing,” she moans out.

  “Are you ready for my cock to be inside you?” I ask her as I suck her earlobe into my mouth.

  “Yes!” she shriek-moans.

  I reach over to my nightstand to grab a condom from the drawer. We stopped using condoms when we were together before, as she was on the pill, but I don’t want to assume that she’s still okay with that.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Just grabbing a condom.”

  She pushes up, so she’s straddling me, and looks down at me, her hands on my chest. “I’m still on the pill if you don’t want to use one. I’m clean and have always used one, except with you. I understand if you would prefer to use one, though,” she rambles on.

  I can tell she’s nervous.

  “Becca, look at me.” I grab her chin and lift her face until her eyes meet mine. “I didn’t want to assume you would be okay with me going without. I’ve always used one, except with you. You know I’m tested for everything yearly, as part of my physical. So, this is up to you, baby. I will gladly forgo using one if that’s what you want. I also wouldn’t be mad at all if you would prefer I put one on.”

  Rather than answering me, she lifts slightly and lines up my cock with her entrance. “Holy shit,” she moans as she sinks down, stopping only when she has me fully seated inside her. She falls forward, and I bring my hand up to cup her face, pulling her lips to mine.

  “Damn baby, you are so tight,” I tell her as I capture her lips back again with mine. Once she has adjusted to my size, she starts to rotate her hips, lifting them up and down. God damn, she feels amazing. I’m seriously not going to last long at all. I start rolling hockey stats through my mind, trying to keep my orgasm at bay. No way will I come before she does. I allow her to set the pace for a few more minutes before I flip us over so that she’s under me. I take over, pumping into her, following her commands to go harder or faster, and listening to her moans as she chases that orgasm. I can feel her on the edge, so I drive into her as my orgasm rolls through my body. Just as I’m not able to hold onto it any longer, her body goes completely rigid, and she shouts my name as she falls apart underneath me. Thank fuck I was able to hold mine off this long. I collapse on top of her, both of us panting and covered in sweat. I kiss her shoulder as I catch my breath. I haven’t felt this winded since my last hockey game when I g
ot stuck out on an extended shift while we were on the penalty kill.

  I realize I’m probably crushing her, so I roll off her and bring her with me as I lay on my back. She tries to wiggle out of my grasp, but I have no plans of letting her go.

  “Scott, I just need to go to the bathroom and clean up,” she giggles.

  “Fine, but you better come right back,” I concede as she wiggles out of my arms and slides off the bed. I reach out and smack her ass.

  “Scott!” she yells while laughing at me, and turns to go into the bathroom. I lay back on the pillow, still relishing in the fact that Becca is in my bed again, where she belongs. After a few minutes, she’s still not back, and I call for her, careful not to wake the house. “Come back to bed, woman!”

  “Give me a few minutes.” She pokes her head out the door. “I’m going to take a quick shower…want to join me?” she asks coyly.

  I jump out of bed, not letting that invitation pass. I reach her in a few strides and wrap her up in my arms, picking her up off the ground. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” I tell her, as I place a kiss on her lips. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I walk us over to the shower. I turn on the water, and once it’s warm, I walk in and set her down so I can adjust the double showerheads.

  “I love this bathroom. I want to have a date with your tub. It’s my dream tub.”

  “You’re welcome to it anytime you want it, with or without me in it,” I tease her.

  “Smartass,” she teases back.

  I wrap her in an embrace, enjoying having her back in my arms, but most of all, in my life. I’ll do anything to make her see that she is the most important person in my life. I lost her once; I will not lose her again.

  “Let’s get cleaned up and back to bed,” I say as I grab the shampoo and start to wash her hair. Once we are both properly washed, and after only a minimal amount of groping, we get out and dry off. Becca pulls out the clothes she brought to change into. Thankfully, she just pulls on some panties and a tank. I want her body pressed up next to mine, with very little between us. I pull on boxers, and we climb into bed. I pull her to my side and wrap my arm around her. She places one leg over mine and rests her head on my chest. She’s in the perfect spot; I can easily kiss the top of her head, but also have my arm wrapped around her body with my hand resting on her ass and hip. We fall into a comfortable silence, enjoying being wrapped up in each other.