“If either of us had bailed on that trip, we wouldn’t be here right now.”
We finished up our salads in a comfortable silence. The chef returned with our dinner. “I have for you,” he said, “sun-dried tomato and goat-cheese-stuffed chicken breast over a bed of lemon and herb quinoa. On the side, we have roasted sweet potatoes and steamed broccolini. Enjoy.”
Once the chef was out of earshot, Spencer looked across the table at me. “While I was in South Carolina, with some distance between us, . . . I had time to really consider how fast we came together.”
“Same—I mean, while I was here at home.”
“Things happened fast. The connection happened fast, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. How do you feel?”
“I mean, after sitting with it, . . . thinking about how much I missed our . . . connection while you were in South Carolina and I was here,”—I blew out a deep breath,—“I think everything with us happened in the time it was supposed to happen in. Honestly, at first, I did wonder if it was proximity. We were under each other a lot at the resort. We didn’t really spend time with anybody but each other. Still, I think this is real, Spence.”
“My feelings for you are definitely real, Sunshine. Even Harmony was fucking with me about you. She accused me of cheesing at your text messages.”
I laughed aloud.
“She said any woman that had me smiling like that has to be something special.” He shook his head. “I can’t lie, though. The way you had me—the way we were together in Iredia—is atypical. That’s not my average, everyday life. You gotvacationSpence. Real-life Spence’s life is way different. I’m at Hickory Hall, the Coyotes’ headquarters. I’m at the gym. I’m at meetings. I’m at practice. I’m at games. I’m on the run. When I have a little downtime, I’m tryna be in South Carolina with my baby girl.”
“Are you tryin’ to warn me that there’s really no time for me?”
“What?” His eyes bugged. “Hell nah. There’s always time for what’s important. I’m just trying to give you an understanding. We’ve gotten to spend a lot of time together, chilling. That’s a season. That’s summer. Football season is a different beast. Life with me can be feast or famine. My woman has to understand the need to be flexible and have the ability to pivot. I don’t want you to get caught up in this . . . false narrative. I don’t want shit to be sweet in early July, then you start to resent me in November when I’m in the thick of the season, and my job is . . . jobbing.”
I chortled. “Just so you know, you’ve been spending time with vacation Soleil. Back-to-school season is a nightmare at my job. Every school in the greater Chicagoland area wants to kick off the school year with some type of “Healthy Habits” program. It’s still warm enough for the kids to get outside, so they request players to come out and get the kids motivated. Then there’s the holiday season.” I smirked at him. “I don’t think I’ll be too bored when you’re busy. And when you leave Hickory Hall at night, all tired and stressed, I can come over and provide a different kind of workout.”
He licked his full lips. “Get fucked in front of the chef if you want to.”
We both laughed. “Nah,” I said. “I appreciate the heads up, but if you wanna try this, . . . I wanna try this.”
“I definitely wanna try this, Sun. I went three weeks without my Sun, and I didn’t like that shit.”
“Same.”
EPILOGUE
Spencer
One Year Later
Slowly, her tongue moved over my rigidness. Her breath was warm when she popped me out of her mouth and blew softly on the opening. Pre-cum oozed out, and she swiped it up with her tongue, opening her mouth wide to show it to me before humming softly. Next, I went into her throat, feeling her tonsils while she gagged, but didn’t stop for a long moment.
“Yum. You always taste so good, Spence.” She finally released me, but not for long. Soon enough, the head of my dick disappeared again. I fought with myself to keep from grabbing her hair.
“Oh, yeah?” I questioned through gritted teeth. “What it taste like, baby?”
“Heaven. Something I want in my mouth all the time.” She licked my shaft from the tip to the base. “And you smell so damn good.” She nuzzled her face in my balls. An entire year of having sex with my woman, and the shit she did still blew my mind.
“Shit!” slipped from my mouth before I could catch it. She was making me lose control.
Her small hands were on my shaft, working it. She gave all of her attention to the head, occasionally swallowing me whole. Soleil never rushed during oral sex. She didn’t treat the act like something she couldn’t wait to get through. She was thorough. She licked and sucked like she had all the time in the world. And she hummed on my dick like it was literally the best tasting thing she’d ever had in her mouth.
However much I loved her before she kneeled in front of me, that shit had just multiplied by a thousand. This was my baby. My home. My paradise girl. She was the girl I had come upon by accident, and she was giving me head like I was the king of her world.
“The way I love you, Sun, . . . I’m not sure if you’ll ever even understand,” I told her.
Her watery eyes met mine. Even as the messy bun on top of her head unraveled, saliva trickling down her chin and the girth of my dick stretching her swollen lips to their limits, she was beautiful. My normally put-together Sunshine looked so disheveled and so fucking radiant. My hands went into her hair. I pumped into her mouth while she hollowed out her cheeks. Moments later, my release shot into her mouth, and she swallowed hungrily.
“Sunshine.” I lifted her to her feet and kissed her lips. “Baby, I love the shit outta you.”
“Same,” she whispered.
