“What do you want?” I call over my shoulder at Cindi.
“I’ll take a frozen lemonade cup,” she answers, laughing at her son’s antics.
I tell the clerk what we want, two frozen lemonades for the adults and a lion face-shaped fruit pop for Mason.
“This isn’t going to spoil your lunch, is it?” I ask Mason, handing over his treat.
“No,” he tells me as he shakes his head. I can hear Cindi still laughing at the two of us, but what the hell, they’re on vacation and it’s my job as his uncle to spoil him when he visits me.
“He’s got you wrapped around his little finger. I can’t wait to see what it’s like when you have your own kids,” she muses as I hand over her frozen treat.
“Yeah, yeah,” I tell her. “I’ll spoil those two just as much,” I add, pointing at her belly.
“I’m sure you will.”
We meander around the rest of the zoo, taking in the animals and having a good time together, as we always do.
“How about some lunch, then I’ve got a surprise that’s just for Mom,” I tell Mason as we make it out to my truck.
“Yes! Can I have a surprise, too?” he asks.
“Uh, maybe. Let’s have lunch first, how does that sound?” I ask him, turning the truck on and getting the air conditioning going. It’s a bit warm out and my truck is stifling hot.
“A surprise?” Cindi questions, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Yep,” I tell her, popping the p. “And that’s all I’m telling you for now. You’ll just have to be patient.”
“You’re no fun.” She pouts as I drive down the road.
“You’re the one that is impatient.” I chuckle. She’d always try and sneak and spoil her Christmas and birthday presents when we were kids. It drove our mother nuts since she could usually only afford one or two small things for us, and those sometimes came from the angel tree programs.
“Sorry not sorry,” she tells me, a smile tugging at her lips. Having my sister and nephew here with me is just what I needed in my life right about now. With the new season starting, my first since announcing my retirement from the game I played and loved for so many years, it’s helping to lift my spirits.
“So, are you going to tell me yet what my surprise is?” Cindi asks now that we’ve finished up our lunch.
I look at my watch, seeing that we need to get going in the next five or so minutes so I can drop her off on time.
“You’ll see when we get there,” I tell her, making her wait just a tad bit longer.
“You’re evil,” she says, staring at me with a glare that would bring most men to their knees.
“You’ll be singing a different tune in about twenty minutes,” I tell her.
We head out to my truck, Mason hopping right up and into his car seat. I get him buckled as Cindi situates herself in the passenger seat.
“Ready to drop Mom off and then have a boy’s afternoon?” I ask him before shutting the back door.
“Yep!” he exclaims.
“What are your plans for the two of you while I’m wherever it is that you’re dropping me off at?”
“Not sure yet. Think he’d like an indoor trampoline place?” I ask.
“Is the sky blue?” she deadpans.
“Okay, stupid question,” I say, laughing. “I guess we’ll head over and jump and play for an hour or until he’s wiped out. Then I’ll take him back home and see if I can convince him to n-a-p for a little bit before it is time to pick you back up.”
“Just how long are you dropping me off for?” she asks, and I can tell her mind is racking with what I’ve schemed up for her this afternoon.
“Your appointment is four hours long,” I tell her, giving her that one little piece of information.
“Four hours?” she questions. “Hmm… what could take four hours?”
I drive across town and pull into the large spa’s parking lot. I look over, catching a glimpse of her face as she realizes where we are at. “You didn’t!” she practically squeals.
“I did. You’ve got a four-service package. I figured you could use a maternity massage with how bad your back has been bothering you since you’ve been here. They asked if you wanted any other services, so I splurged and got the four-service option, or you can do a double massage and two others, your choice.”
“You are seriously the best brother ever! Thank you!” she says, attempting to lean over the center console to give me a hug.
“It’s the least I could do,” I tell her. “Let’s get you inside and checked in. I still need to give them my credit card.”
I help Mason out of the truck, and we follow Cindi inside. I pay for her package, making sure to add a hefty tip and leave instructions that she’s to add anything she wants or needs to the tab and they have my permission to charge my card for it. She doesn’t let me help out as much as I’d like, so doing special things like this is my way of getting away with it.
“Thank you, seriously, thank you for all of this,” Cindi tells me, wrapping me into a hug. “You be good for Uncle John,” she says to Mason, crouching down to his level and giving him a hug before they take her back.
“It’s you and me now, kid,” I tell Mason, holding out my fist for him to hit his knuckles against. “Let’s go have some fun!” I tell him as I help him up into his seat again.
“Yes!” he cheers. “What’s we going to do for fun?” he asks.
“How about we go to this really cool place. They have trampolines and bouncy things inside. I think that it’s a pretty neat place. Think we can check it out?”
“Yes!” he cheers once again.
“All right, let’s go,” I tell him.
“Hey, babe,” I greet Jill with a kiss at the door. “How was your day?”
“Good, and yours?”
“It was good, the zoo was fun, followed by lunch. Then while Cindi was at the spa, Mason and I went to that indoor trampoline park. We had a blast there for an hour or so, and then we’ve just been hanging out here. He napped for about an hour after we got back.”
“Sounds like a fun day.”
“It was. Cindi just texted me saying that she was finishing up with her pedicure, so I need to head out and pick her up. Can I leave Mason here with you?” I ask as I tuck a chunk of hair behind her ear.
“Of course. Do I need to do anything to get dinner going?” she asks.
“Steaks are already seasoned and ready to go. I’ve got a pasta salad already prepped and chilling in the fridge. I think we should be good. Once I’m back, I’ll get the grill fired up and start cooking.”
“Sounds great. I’ll see you when you get back,” she says, pushing up on her toes to give me another kiss. I pull her tight against my body, loving the feel of her curves in my hands.
I bury my face in her neck for a second, just breathing her in. “I’ve missed you today,” I tell her honestly. “And I need to be inside you tonight.”
“Mhmm,” she hums. “I like the sound of that,” she tells me, pressing herself against me a little tighter. The little vixen.
“On that note, I’d better leave before I take you somewhere private and strip you now,” I say as I nip at her ear.
“Save that for later,” she replies breathily.
I smack her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise. “See you in a little bit,” I tell her, kissing her once more. “Hey, Mason. I’m going to go pick up your mom, you okay with staying here with Jill?” I ask him. He’s zoned out watching some movie.
“Yep,” he answers me, not even looking away from the movie.
“I guess he’ll be fine,” Jill laughs.
“I guess so,” I tell her as I open the door and head out.
Chapter Fourteen
Jill
“It’s so quiet in here,” I tell John as we relax on the couch in his condo. We just returned from taking everyone to the airport for their short flight home.
“It is,” he chuckles. “Mason was quite the tornado.”
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“It was a good visit with everyone,” I muse. “I loved getting to finally meet them all in person.”
“Yeah, speaking of meeting people in person, when do I get to meet your parents?” he asks.
It isn’t like we’ve purposely avoided them meeting, it just hasn’t worked out yet. Mom and Dad were gone for an entire month celebrating their thirtieth anniversary on a trip in Asia, but they’re back now, and I think that it is time. We’ve been together now for almost four months and things don’t seem to be slowing down between us, so it makes sense for me to introduce them.
“I’ll call and see what their plans are this week. Maybe we can meet up for dinner.”
“Sounds good,” he tells me, pulling me a little closer as he wraps his arm around my torso. I roll so that we’re facing one another rather than lying here with my back to his front. He tucks my hair behind my ears as he cups my cheeks now that we’re lying this way. He slowly brings his lips down, grazing them over mine in a whisper of a kiss. “I could lie here with you for the rest of the afternoon and be a very happy man,” he tells me as his lips find my neck.
I hum my appreciation and agreement. “I’m on board with that plan, maybe with a few less articles of clothing,” I tell him as I tug at his T-shirt. He reaches back and grabs his shirt by the collar and tugs it up and off over his head one-handed and I don’t know that I’ve seen something sexier. I slide down the couch, kissing my way down his abs. I love seeing the way his muscles react to my touch, whether it’s my lips or fingers, his body reacts to it all. I reach his shorts, stopping to unbutton them, pushing them out of the way enough, along with his boxers, to pull his cock free. He’s already hard for me. I stroke him a few times, listening for his breathing to hitch as I lower my mouth to him. I lick up the underside of his cock, along the vein. I swirl my tongue around his crown just as his hand slides into my hair, holding it out of my face.
“Fuck, babe. You’re killing me here,” he grits out as I take him all the way in, his tip hitting the back of my throat before I pull back. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, using them to stroke him as I bob up and down his cock. “I’m going to come,” he warns me, tapping my cheek with his free hand.
I pop his cock from my mouth, looking up at him as I keep my fist moving. “Isn’t that the point of a blowjob?” I ask before I take him back in my mouth, stroking and sucking until he comes, gripping my hair as he releases.
“Come here,” he rasps, pulling me up by the armpits. “That was fucking hot,” he says, kissing my jaw. “Now it’s your turn.” John kisses his way around my neck, stopping only long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. He runs his fingertips along the top of my bra ever so lightly, following them with his lips. He pushes one of my bra cups out of the way, allowing him access to my nipple. He sucks it hard, causing my center to clench as he flicks his tongue across my hardened peaks.
He reaches behind me, flicking the clasp of my bra one handed like an expert. It falls away from my body, as he grabs it and tosses it over the couch and out of our way like it offended him somehow. “Hmm, yes!” I moan as he switches his attention to my other breast, showing it the same love and attention he showed the other one. He slides further down, kissing along my torso as he flips us into a new position on the couch.
“You want to come on my tongue first or my cock?” he asks, looking up at me. He’s positioned halfway down the couch, the lower half of his body is hanging off the couch, in what looks to be a very uncomfortable position.
“Both, definitely both,” I tell him. “But how about we move this elsewhere. You look really uncomfortable.”
“I’m good out here,” he says, pushing to stand. He grabs hold of my ankles, turning me so I’m sitting correctly on the couch, then motions for me to stand. I follow his direction and he rids me of my pants and panties. He motions for me to sit back down, gripping my hips once I’m seated and pulls me until my ass is at the edge of the couch. He drops down to his knees on the floor in front of me, dropping kisses along my inner thighs until he’s made his way to the apex between my legs. He slides his tongue along my slit, circling my clit. He teases me until my back is arching off the couch. I feel as two fingers slide inside me. While his tongue works my clit, his fingers work my pussy until I’m a thrashing mess. I come hard, my orgasm hitting me fast as my body goes rigid on the couch. He pulls back, kissing my thighs, my belly, between my breasts as he makes his way up my body.
My body is in a completely blissed out state, the endorphins from my release filling my bloodstream. John scoops me up, then sits on the couch, with me on his lap. He lines his cock up with my entrance. I slide down, his cock filling me completely. “Yes!” I cry out in ecstasy.
I feel as his hands slide down my body until they’re cupping my ass. He helps my body rise and fall as he thrusts up from beneath me, his cock hitting me deep. “I’m going to come,” I cry out as he thrusts again, even deeper still. I can’t hold back; my second orgasm takes over and I fall forward into his chest. He’s fully supporting me, still holding my ass as he thrusts up, seeking his own release.
“God, damn,” he growls in my ear. “Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight. I’m going to come so hard,” he pants, as he continues to thrust through my orgasm. “Fuuuck, Jill,” he yells as he slams home one last time. I can feel his orgasm hit him. His body stills and I can feel his cock as he spasms, his orgasm spilling from him.
I stay on his lap for a few minutes, both of us needing the time to enjoy and recover from our impromptu sexy time. “You good?” he asks, cupping my cheek.
“Never been better,” I tell him before kissing him.
We break apart, and I pull back slightly, about to climb off of his lap so I can go clean up, but he stops me. “Jill,” he says my name, his voice gruff and growly.
“Yeah.” I still, looking at him. I can tell something’s on his mind, I just don’t know what is on his mind.
“I…” He pauses, sucks in a deep breath, blowing it out before he shifts me slightly on his lap. He cups my cheek again, running a thumb across my bottom lip, pulling it out from between my teeth. I didn’t even realize I’d sucked it between them, but it’s a nervous habit. “I have something I want to tell you, but I don’t want you to freak out or feel like you have to say anything in reply, okay?”
I nod my head in agreement.
“I…I love you.” He says it so reverently, like it’s the simplest fact out there.
I feel the smile fill my face when his statement hits me. “Can you say that again?” I ask.
“I love you and I have for a while now. I know we haven’t been together all that long, but I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. I’m sorry if that scares you, but fuck, I just can’t not tell you,” he says.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. It comes out as a whisper, and I don’t know if he heard me as I don’t get any reaction, so I repeat it, this time a little louder.
“Hell, yes!” he bellows, throwing his fists in the air. I laugh at his antics, loving this feeling. Knowing that we’re both on the same page as far as our love for one another goes. “Say it again?” he asks, pulling me close.
“I,” I kiss his left cheek. “Love,” I kiss his right. “You.” I kiss his lips full on with everything I have in me. I can feel his cock twitch and start to harden since he’s still inside me.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he says, tickling my side as he pulls back slightly. “How about I fuck you in the shower, and then the bed where we can really celebrate this moment.”
“You are incorrigible,” I tell him as we both laugh. I love that we’ve found this comfort in one another. The perfect fit, my person.
“Are you ready?” I ask John. It is Friday night and we’re going to my parents’ house for dinner. John offered to take everyone out, but my mom insisted on having us over and that she’d cook. He quickly gave in when Mom insisted.
“Yep,” he calls out as he comes down the hall
. “Do I look okay? Will I pass the test?” he asks, looking down at his slacks and dress shirt. I tried telling him that he didn’t need to dress up to meet my parents, but he insisted he needed to make a good impression.
“You look extremely handsome. I’m almost mad that we didn’t start dating when you were still playing. Think of all those nights I missed getting to see you in a suit going to and from a game. You’d have been getting laid all the time,” I tell him.
“I can put on a suit for you every day if that’s what floats your boat, but I hate to break it to you, babe, I’m already getting laid all the time. I can’t keep my hands off of you, if you haven’t already noticed that, and when I do happen to not have them on you, you’ve got yours all over me.”
“I suppose you’re right about that.”
“Of course, I’m right.” He smirks at me. “Now, let’s go. I’ve got some parents to impress,” he tells me as he grabs the bottle of wine he picked up today, along with a huge bouquet of flowers for Mom and a bottle of some fancy scotch for my dad.
I so want to give him crap about buying their approval with his gifts, but I don’t want to hurt his feelings by teasing him about them, so I keep my comment to myself. I know he stressed most of the week over tonight’s dinner and what he should bring to them.
I follow him out the door, stopping to lock up for him since his hands are full. “Thanks,” he says once we’re in the elevator.
“For what?” I ask.
“Everything. Helping me through these last few months, for loving me through them.”
“You never have to thank me for loving you,” I tell him, pushing up on my toes to kiss him. He can’t pull me in close because of the flowers in his hand.
“Hello!” I call out as I open the front door of my parents’ house.
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