Going Deep Page 4

  Did he just say that? Yup, here come the waterworks. I can’t stop them. Tears pour from my face, and despite my better judgment, I slowly open the door. Blue’s right where he was a minute ago, and I can’t help but motion to him to stand up.

  “Get up,” I tell him. “I can’t look at you down there.”

  He wants to smile, but he only lets the hint of one curl around the edges of his lips before he gets up. He moves cautiously, like a hunter approaching a deer, but I let him. His scent hits me like a gavel, amplifying that deep feeling inside me. His gorgeous eyes lock me in place.

  This is why I knew I didn’t want to see him; I knew I would feel like this…

  “Red, listen to me,” he says as he reaches out and gently grabs my chin. I don’t pull away. I can’t, even though I know I should. “What happened to us…to you, is the biggest regret of my life. I’d do anything to go back in time and fix it, but I can’t. All I can do is apologize now and tell you that I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you—to be there for you from now on. All I need is another chance.”

  His eyes are sincere. His scent envelopes me. This is unbearable.

  “Will you give me one, Red?” he asks. “Get together with Blue and make some purple?”

  His stupid joke makes me laugh. I fall forward and press my face into his chest, wetting his shirt with my tears. I don’t know if I’m making the right decision, but I’m making the only one I can make at this point.

  “Okay…” I whisper softly.

  Blue sighs a huge sigh of relief, and I feel the taut muscles of his chest go hard against my face. He reaches a hand up my neck and runs his fingers through my hair. We stand there for what seems like forever; he just waits for me to get my shit together, and then I look up at him, not knowing how we’re ever going to recover from this—but wanting to.

  “Okay, Blue,” I tell him. “Let’s make some purple.”

  His smile melts me as he wipes a tear from my cheek. “There’s just one thing I have to ask you,” he tells me.

  “What’s that?”

  “What’s your real name?”

  I laugh. That wasn’t what I was expecting.

  “Sherry,” I tell him. “Sherry Smith.”

  “Sherry Smith,” he smiles. “I like Red better. Is it okay if I call you that?”

  “So do I,” I laugh. “And yes, would you please?”

  He replies with a kiss that runs through me like a calming wave. I want to collapse into his arms, and I will, but first, there’s something I have to tell him.

  “Blue?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I have something I have to ask you too,” I say slowly. I bite my lip as he eagerly nods at me.

  “Anything.”

  “Are you ready to be a father?”

  Epilogue

  Three years later…

  “You can’t keep doing that, Blue! I’m gonna—you’re gonna make me scream.”

  “So scream,” my husband growls in my ear as he pumps me hard with his enormous cock. He has me bent over the bed doggy style, having caught me just as I came out of my evening shower, and is basically fucking my brains out.

  Today was the first game of the playoffs, and they won. Blue threw 225 yards, which is a lot. I thought he’d be spent after the game, but obviously he still has some energy to spend on me.

  “So scream,” he growls, gripping my hips tighter.

  “We’ll wake up Violet!”

  “Here,” he says, sliding a pillow against my face. “Scream into that, because I’m not stopping, baby.”

  Violet, our two-year-old daughter, is sleeping in the next room and the last thing I want to do is wake her up to the sounds of her mommy and daddy getting it on. When we found out we were having a girl, we both instantly came up with the name. We said we were going to get together and make some purple, didn’t we?

  “Fuck!” I moan into the pillow as Blue’s cock stretches me. With each thrust, his balls slap against my clit, edging me closer and closer towards orgasm. I reach back and grab them, causing him to groan with pleasure.

  “Come on!” he grunts. “Do it for me. Do it for me! You know what I want.”

  His words inflame me. His dirty talk is next level. He buries his cock inside me, tapping my cervix with his swollen head, causing me to cry out into the pillow. A few drips of his sweat land on my back and I go over the edge.

  “That’s it,” he purrs as I come. “Come on my cock, baby. I love it.”

  My body shakes as my climax rocks me. Blue pins me to the bed and holds his dick inside me as far as it will go and leaves it there until I’m finally coming down. He starts to move inside me again, but I twitch and leap off of him.

  “Whoa there, big boy,” I whisper as I curl up into a fetal position on the bed, one hand on my poor little pussy. “So sensitive. You want to kill me?”

  “Wouldn’t be a bad way to go,” he chuckles as he slides down beside me and wraps a strong arm around me. “But then I’d go broke having to hire a babysitter.”

  “Jerk.” I smile with my eyes shut.

  It’s been a rocky ride to get us here, but somehow we made it. Yes, my parents eventually did find out about my “sex tape.” Mom accepted my explanation first; it took Dad a couple of weeks to come to terms with it, but he did. Thankfully the talk around campus died down after about a month. I still get the occasional joke but I’ve gotten used to it by now. To be honest, I think it made me a stronger person.

  The NFL was pissed off at Blue, but the Patriots ended up drafting him anyway. They did put a good behavior clause in his contract so that if anything like this happens again, he’s off the team.

  I’m still in school, finishing up my last year. Co-parenting Violet with my husband playing sports and me going to school has been more than a challenge, but Blue bought us a gorgeous house with his first paycheck and converted the garage to a private art studio for me. Thankfully, my teachers let me work from home and I only have to go in to campus a few times a week.

  Violet is a blessing. I love being a mom, and once I graduate, we’re going to have another. Blue, like any dad who plays sports, wants a boy to throw the ball around with. He told me (jokingly of course) that I better give him one, and I reminded him that it’s his swimmers that determine that.

  Who would have thought that such a rocky start to a relationship would have resulted in something so perfect?

  “Ready for some more?” Blue asks as he nibbles at my earlobe. I turn and open my eyes to his. They still get me—every single time.

  I nod innocently while biting my lip, and Blue quickly spins me around and spreads my legs open. We both gasp as he enters me. I grab his neck and pull him down to me. We kiss, husband and wife, lovers, and I can’t help but think that we were meant to be. Maybe his little joke about the universe wanting us to be together was true, and we just had to fight to make it happen. Maybe that’s what true love is—fighting for what you know to be true.

  “God I love you,” I tell him as he makes love to me.

  “Yeah, you’re pretty great too.” He smirks. I give him a playful slap on the cheek.

  “Say it!”

  “Say what?” he teases, driving his dick into me so hard it takes my breath away. I grab his perfect chin and squeeze his lips as I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze, keeping him from moving.

  “Say it or you don’t get any more tonight,” I tell him.

  “Like you’d be able to resist,” he replies, licking my lower lip. My eyes, hooded with lust, gaze up at him with the same fire I looked at him with three years ago. His hand slides across my cheek with a gentle caress.

  “I love you, Sherry.”

  My heart blooms and I kiss him. “I love you too, baby. But please, call me Red.”

  The End

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