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  “God damn, you’re sweet,” he tells me as he runs his tongue up my center. “You taste just as good as you smell.” I about come unglued as his tongue travels up my slit again before latching on to my clit. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it hard into his mouth, then back to circling with his tongue. The direct attention on my clit has my body, once again, ready to come completely undone. My orgasm hits me hard and fast. I clamp my legs around John’s neck, holding him against me as I come hard.

  I vaguely register John’s moving body as I enjoy the endorphin release that is flooding my bloodstream right about now. I hear what sounds like a condom packet being torn open then feel the tug against my skin of my thong being pulled from my body.

  “Are you still good with this?” he asks, aligning both of our bodies up, his lips hovering just above my own.

  “Of course, I am.” I pull his lips to mine just as he pushes inside of me for the first time. “Fuck!” I cry out as his cock fills me. It’s been a little while since I’ve been with someone, and the last guy definitely wasn’t this well-endowed.

  “Shit, am I hurting you?” he questions, attempting to pull out.

  “I just need to adjust for a second,” I tell him, holding him still as my body adjusts to the size of his cock.

  He must feel my body start to relax as he slowly moves, starting with small rolls of his hips. He slowly builds his thrusts until we have the entire bed rocking with us as he pounds into me hard and fast. His thumb finds my clit, and the onslaught of his cock hitting me just right with each thrust, coupled with the pressure from his thumb, and he has me cresting over the edge with my second orgasm. I come hard, probably the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. If this is what sex is like with John all the time, then I’m in for some fantastic orgasms in my future, hopefully.

  “Yes, baby. Come all over my cock,” I hear him grit out as he continues to thrust through my orgasm. I feel as he starts to lose his own grip. One last thrust and he’s buried so deep inside me as his orgasm barrels out of him. He collapses onto me, pinning me to the bed as he comes hard. He shakes as he attempts to suck in air—our sweat-slicked bodies aligned as if we were created to perfectly fit together.

  “You good?” he sweetly asks a moment later when he rolls off me. I immediately miss the fullness of his cock inside of me.

  “Never been better,” I whisper back to him, causing him to chuckle. He shakes the bed as he erupts into a full-on belly laugh.

  “You know how to stroke a man’s ego,” he finally gets out.

  “I know how to stroke something,” I tease right back, loving this easy banter we’ve found between the two of us. I reach out and find his cock still semi-hard. I have no clue when he removed the condom, but it’s gone. I lazily stroke him as we lay here, still sweaty and languid.

  “You’ve got to give me at least twenty to rebound. I’m not a spring chicken anymore,” he tells me, grabbing my hand to stop my strokes. “You’re going to kill me if you rush things.”

  “You’re not that old.” I laugh and poke him in the chest as I sit up and then straddle him. His cocks slips through my folds, hitting my clit and strumming my body right back to being ready to go again. John runs his big calloused hands up my legs and torso, stopping to cup my breasts in them. I lean forward, boxing him in on the bed.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says against my skin just before he sucks a nipple into his mouth—my back arches, pushing my chest into him as he lavishes my breasts. I pull him off my breast and capture his lips with my own. We make out like we are teenagers, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies in the process.

  Chapter Seven

  Johnathan

  “Do you want to stay the night?” I roll over and ask Jill as I pull her back against my side. I just made her come again while buried deep inside her. I don’t think I can move until morning after the last few hours we’ve had in this bed.

  “I didn’t have any plans of leaving now, unless you’re kicking me out.” I can hear the question in her statement.

  “Definitely not kicking you out,” I assure her, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head.

  She snuggles in a little tighter and I spoon around her, holding her as close as I can possibly get her before sleep finally claims the both of us.

  I wake up, a shriek of some foreign alarm going off somewhere in my condo.

  “What the fuck is that?” I groggily ask as Jill stirs next to me.

  “Crap, what time is it?” she asks, jumping out of bed. I look at my nightstand and the clock reads seven-forty-five. “I’m going to be late for work,” she says, running out of the room, still naked from last night, in search of her phone.

  “Hello,” I hear her say a little frantically. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, I overslept.”

  I slide out of bed, stretching my well-used muscles. I snag a clean pair of boxers from my dresser along with a pair of basketball shorts. I have both on when she comes back in the room, frantically looking around for her clothes from last night.

  “I can’t believe I didn’t set an alarm last night,” she says under her breath as she almost falls over trying to pull on her thong.

  “Slow down, rushing and hurting yourself isn’t going to get you to the office any faster. Go take a shower and I’ll make you some coffee and a quick breakfast that you can take with you. It will make you feel better.”

  “I don’t know,” she starts to say, worrying that bottom lip between her teeth. I close the distance between us, cupping her cheek and pulling that lip from her grasp.

  “Trust me, you’ll feel better once you’re clean and refreshed. I’m sure I’ve got a spare toothbrush around, as well, and I’ve even got some girly shampoo around for when my sister visits.”

  “Okay. And actually, would you be willing to run down to my car? I packed an overnight bag, just never got the chance to go grab it, so I have clean clothes and my things with me.”

  “Sure can,” I tell her, dropping a chaste kiss on her lips. I can already see the stress leaving her body. She turns and heads for my bathroom and I pull on a T-shirt and slip on some sandals to run out to her car. I grab her keys from the counter where she set them down last night. I easily find her car and the bag sitting on her front passenger seat.

  Once back up in my condo, I drop the bag on my bed then head to the bathroom, knocking twice on the door before I just barge in. I might have been inside Jill multiple times last night, but that doesn’t mean I have the right to just walk in on her.

  “Come in,” I hear her call out. I open the door and a billow of steam hits me in the face.

  “Are you going to burn your skin off in there?” I tease her.

  “Nope, but I do have to say, you have an amazing shower.”

  “It is pretty sweet,” I agree with her. “Do you need anything from your bag in here?” I remember to ask, seeing as that is why I came in here while she’s wet and naked in my shower without me. I know I have to stay out, seeing as she’s already late and I told her I’d make her something to take with her to eat on the way to work.

  “Just inside my bag is a toiletries bag, can you set that on the counter for me please?”

  “Sure, and any requests for food?”

  “Nope,” she answers over the sounds of water rushing off her body and hitting the tile floor.

  I do as she asked and set the bag on the bathroom counter before I make my way out to the kitchen. I pull out a small skillet and make some eggs that I can fold up to place on a breakfast sandwich. I heat up a few slices of ham, adding both, along with some cheese to a bagel to round everything out.

  Just as I’m finishing assembling the bagel sandwich, the coffee pot stops brewing, so I pull out a to-go mug, filling it most of the way up. Realizing I don’t exactly know how she takes her coffee, I leave room in case she needs it for creamer.

  I head into the bedroom, stopping at the door frame as I watch Jill pull on her scrubs. They aren’t the
normal boxy, one size fits most, like you see nurses and doctors in hospitals wearing, but these ones are a little more form fitting and have her company’s logo embroidered above the left breast. She’s beautiful in anything I’ve seen her wear, and that includes her scrubs. She’s got on minimal makeup and her dark hair is pulled back up and out of her face.

  “I’ve got a bagel sandwich ready, as well as a mug of coffee. I didn’t know if you’d want cream, so there’s room for that if you need it.”

  “You’re a lifesaver. Thank you. And you were right, I feel human again now that I’ve showered,” she says, closing the distance between us. She pushes up on her toes when she reaches me, dropping a quick peck on my lips. I snake an arm around her waist, pulling her against me for a little deeper kiss.

  “I’ve got to go,” she says, pushing against my chest and reminding me that we can’t make this a lazy morning.

  “Right, have a good day. Call me later?” I ask her as she grabs the creamer I left out and adds some to the mug before placing the lid on it. She grabs her purse, keys, coffee and bagel as she heads for the door.

  “Of course! You have a good day, too, and I want to hear how your call goes with your agent.”

  With Jill off to work, I head in and take my own shower before making breakfast for myself. With those things out of the way, I get to work on my main task of the day and that’s getting these hard conversations finished.

  Now that it’s mid-morning, I pull out my phone, tapping my agent’s contact. The phone rings a few times before his deep voice comes across the line.

  “Johnathan,” Greg greets me. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you again.”

  “It was time,” I agree with him.

  “So, how’d things go the other day?” he asks, since he knew I was seeing Dr. Price again.

  “Not the news I wanted to hear and because of that, I’m retiring,” I tell him, and feeling good about the decision. I think this is the first time I’ve said those words and genuinely felt like it was the best decision.

  “I’d anticipated that might happen,” Greg states. “I’ll give Laura Erickson-Lee and Daniel Johnston a call and let them both know. Are you available today if either of them wants to meet in person?” he asks, referring to the owner and general manager, respectively, of the Eagles organization.

  “I am, or anytime this week, really,” I tell him.

  “Sounds good, let me give them a call and I’ll get back to you, don’t go far from your phone.”

  I hang up with Greg and actually feel lighter now that the first call of many is done and over with. My phone buzzes in my hand, and I expect it to be Greg, but see my sister’s face pop up on the screen requesting a FaceTime call, so I hit the accept button and hold the phone up.

  “Uncle J!” Mason yells when the call connects and he sees my face.

  “Hey, buddy, what’s going on?”

  “See my new truck?” he exclaims, holding up a little mini truck to the camera. I can only see one of the tires because he’s blocking most of it with his chubby hand.

  “That’s awesome, who got you that?” I ask him.

  “Nana did,” he tells me, referring to Stephanie’s mom.

  “That was nice of her,” I tell him as he wiggles and shakes the phone all around. I have to look away as the constant movement can make me feel sick at times. “What’s Mom up to?” I ask, referring to my sister. To help differentiate between his two moms, Cindi is Mom and Stephanie is Mama.

  “She’s makin’ me some lunch,” he tells me as he starts to climb up on a chair at their kitchen counter. He sets the phone down, probably in a little holder they have, as it no longer shakes, and I can see him fully.

  “Nice, think she’d make me some lunch?” I ask my nephew.

  “You’s too far away, silly,” he tells me.

  “I guess you’re right, I’ll just have to make my own lunch. What are you having?”

  “Grilled cheese and soup, the red kind!” he exclaims.

  “Tomato soup!” I hear Cindi call out in the background.

  “Omato soup,” Mason repeats, missing the t at the beginning.

  “Sounds like a yummy lunch,” I tell him. “Think I can talk to Mom now?” I ask him and he obliges and turns the phone around so I can see my sister as she stands at the counter making food. “Hey, sis.”

  “How’s your day going?” she asks. “You called Greg yet?”

  “I actually just got off the phone with him not even a minute before Mason called. He was expecting my call and was already prepared for me to deliver the news that I did. Said that he’d get the ball rolling and would call me back shortly once he’d contacted the team.”

  “I’m glad that you’ve started the ball rolling, so to speak.”

  “I’m finally coming to terms with everything, I think. While I haven’t found a counselor yet to talk to, I talked to Richard and Madison yesterday for a few hours and with Jill last night. She’s had some good perspective and ideas for me.”

  “Sounds like things might be getting serious between the two of you?” she questions.

  “Maybe. I took her out the other night on a date and then she came over last night and I cooked for her. Things got heated and she ended up here for the night,” I tell my sister without telling her everything about last night. We don’t have many secrets, but I also don’t feel the need to tell her all the details. I’m sure she can read between the lines.

  “I’m glad that it appears to be working out for the two of you then. I look forward to meeting her if things continue to progress.”

  “Don’t be getting ahead of yourself now. We’ve been on two dates, if you call me cooking for her a date.”

  “And spent the night together,” she sing-songs.

  “Why do I tell you these things?” I groan.

  “Because I’m your best friend and you can’t keep secrets from me,” she states matter-of-factly.

  “I guess. But just chill about it, okay. It’s new and, yeah, it’s something that I’m hoping evolves into more than a few nights wrapped up in one another, and that’s something that I’m not used to. So, I’m proceeding with caution. I’m also about to become unemployed, so not sure how appealing that would be to someone.”

  “Please, like you need to work a day again in your life with the contracts you were lucky enough to get over the years.”

  “That’s beside the point.”

  “Hold on a minute,” Cindi says as she steps away from the camera. I can hear her in the background getting Mason set up with his lunch, probably at their kitchen table. “Okay, I’m back. Now, this Jill girl, she’s obviously nice since you’ve taken her out on a date, and you’ve known her for a few months now. Is she after you because of your bank account balance or the fact that you played a sport for a living?”

  “Nope, definitely not a puck bunny. And I’ve never gotten the feeling from her that what I’ve done for a living is something that puts me up on a pedestal like it does for some people. She’s pretty amazing, Cin. A little young, if anything. But she’s got determination and drive. She started her own business almost right after college and it’s a successful business at that. She’s big on giving back and charity functions. That’s one of the ways we first met. Her best friend is Beckett’s girlfriend, so she’s been around hockey players for a long time.”

  “She sounds amazing and I hope that things work out. You seem a little smitten. And there’s nothing wrong with a little age gap. If it doesn’t bother the two of you, then no one else should have a say in things. If she’s been out of college for a few years and has a successful business, she can’t be that much younger than you.”

  “I think she’s around twenty-five, so ten years,” I tell her. I should probably ask her just how old she is one of these days. “I joked with her last night that I was an old man compared to her, but she didn’t seem to agree.”

  “Aww. My baby brother is growing up. About damn time you do that. I need you to h
urry up and settle down so you can make me an auntie. I’ve been nice and made you an uncle, it’s about time you repaid the favor.”

  “Slow your roll,” I laugh at my sister. “Remember, we’ve been on, like, two dates. T-W-O.” I spell out the word and hold up two fingers to the camera. “I’m not ready to be popping no questions and walking down aisles or having the stork arrive on my doorstep. Give us some time before you start planning all that.”

  “Fine. But I’m calling it now. In all your thirty-five years, I’ve never seen you so gaga over a girl, so I think this one already has you tied up, even if you’re not able or willing to see it just yet. The fact that you invited her over and cooked for her is very telling,” she says as she dips her sandwich into a bowl of soup and then shoves it into her mouth.

  “Hey, Greg is calling me back, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later,” I tell her quickly.

  “Love you!” she calls out just as I hit the end button and accept Greg’s call.

  “Hello,” I greet as I put the phone to my ear.

  “Johnathan, I talked to the powers that be and they are available this afternoon at two if that works for you?” he asks.

  “I can be there,” I assure him.

  “That’s what I already told them, but just wanted to verify with you, first. I’ll meet you there, say ten minutes beforehand. We can go over the standard things that they’ll want to discuss and if there’s any other points you’d like negotiated on.”

  “I’ll be there,” I tell him before we hang up.

  I grab my keys and wallet and head for my truck. I remember to slide my sunglasses over my eyes before I get outside, keeping me from having any light sensitivity issues today. I really hope it goes away over time, but I’m also prepared if it doesn’t.

  I swing in to a local sub shop, picking up a couple sandwiches, chips, pickles and two drinks. I head over to Jill’s building, hoping that she’ll be able to have lunch with me, and if not, hopefully my delivery will help her out today since she was late this morning and I feel a little responsible about that. The thought didn’t even cross my mind last night when we finally fell asleep, well after midnight.