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Pouring a glass of sparkling cider for her and one for myself, I raise my glass. “To us. To new beginnings and to finding happiness in unexpected places.”
She clinks her glass against mine. “Amen. To us.”
“Should we watch the Seahawks game?” I say through a bite of turkey.
Shay’s face brightens. “Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve cheered for the home team.”
The game hasn’t started so we concentrate on eating. The food is absolutely delicious, which distracts us—it isn’t until the players take the field that I realize I’ve inadvertently set a potential landmine into our day. The Raiders make their entrance through the tunnel and the camera zooms in on their star quarterback, Devon, as they take the field.
My stomach roils when I see his face. The idea that this guy had his hands on Shay kinda kills me. He lived with her. Spent nearly a decade with her…
Shay is quiet, her attention on the screen and not on my reaction. “I didn’t know they were in town.”
“Yeah,” I try to sound casual. “Me neither.”
The tension in the air between us is palpable. Her ex is in the same city as we are. Rather than rehash the conversation we’ve already had, I decide to try to distract myself by focusing on the food. I get up for another helping of stuffing and gravy and sit back down.
The rest of the game is intense. Scores trading back and forth with both teams showing incredible prowess. Every time Devon appears on the screen, I can’t help but glance at Shay, wondering if she’s reminiscing about their time together. The fact that the woman I’m in love with could’ve easily been this guy’s wife gnaws at me.
And then, to my dismay, the Raiders pull off a victory.
Post-game, the commentator approaches Devon, microphone in hand. “A stunning victory tonight. How do you feel about playing and winning against Seattle?”
Devon’s eyes bore into the camera. “The Seahawks are formidable—it just went our way today. There’s a bigger reason Seattle will always be special to me. Not because of football, but because the woman I love is from here. Shay, if you’re watching, I want you to know that I made a mistake and want you back.”
Shay’s fork clatters onto her plate, her face is pale.
I clear my throat. “Shay…you don’t have to say anything.”
Her eyes glisten with tears. “Austin, I’m not taking him back. I haven’t spoken to him since the day I moved out of our place. I changed my phone and blocked him on social media.”
Her phone, which is on the dining table next to her, begins to buzz uncontrollably.
“He’s clearly not over you,” I mutter, feeling sick with jealousy and fear. “You should see who’s trying to get ahold of you.”
Shay grabs her phone and throws it across the room. “I don’t give a shit about whoever is trying to reach me. What he said is most likely all over the media, goddammit.” She pounds her fist into her palm. “I’m so fucking over him. I told you that last night. What you and I have is unique. Special. You’ve shown me what real love feels like.“ She gets up and moves around the table to sit in my lap. “Please don’t be the kind of guy who reads into something I have no control over and makes it my fault.”
Am I doing that? I lean against her chest and look up at her. Search for reassurance in her eyes. “Sometimes it feels surreal that you and I are in this place after so many years. Knowing you were with someone like him—it’s hard not to feel like I’m in his shadow.”
“Austin, I know you possibly still have some residual worries about me because of what happened in high school.” Shay combs her fingers through the long part of my hair. “You said you wanted to leave it behind. What matters is us, here and now. You’re my present and future. Not Devon.”
We sit in silence for a few moments. I know I’ve got to take her at her word. Unfortunately, there’s the part of my brain that excelled in programming that knows something is off. Or, I’m missing a piece of information. At the same time, I have a choice. Get fucked up in my head by petty shit or enjoy my gorgeous, sweet girlfriend who’s sitting in my lap.
It’s undoubtedly an easy decision.
“I have a few ideas on how to leave all of it behind.” I grab the bottom of her sweatshirt and pull it up and over her head, tossing it on the floor next to me. Then, I reach behind her and sweep my dinner plate, silverware, and glassware to the side.
Shay smiles when I lick across her cleavage, which is level with my mouth. “Oh. Yes.”
Back and forth I suck and lave her nipples until they are puckered into stiff points. She shifts so she’s straddling my lap and arches against me, grinding against my cock. I rip my own shirt off in a flash and she leverages her thrusts by gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in until it stings. I love it and hope she leaves marks. It’s cool to see evidence of our passion on my skin.
I grip her waist and push her back against the table and kiss down her ribs. “I don’t want to wait, I want to be inside you.”
“That’s terrific news, because I want you in me.” She slides her hands up my sides and scores her nails over my ribs, sending shivers all over my body. “Now.”
I reach down and see a dark, wet spot on her panties causing my cock to lurch. I move the slip of fabric to the side to reveal her pink pussy lips, glistening with arousal. I slide my thumb through her folds, fascinated by her beautiful little cunt. Swirling my fingers into her moisture I swipe up to her clit, which is engorged and pokes out of its hood. I lightly rub it and watch her contract around me. Her stomach muscles ripple.
Shay’s arms are over her head, draped along the table. “God, how you touch me,” she cries.
