“I don’t understand,” I mutter, because we’ve always worked together on decisions that would affect our son. Bryant quitting his job would definitely do that.
“He accepted a head trainer position in Washington, Mags,” Green says, his voice going softer.
“Washington? Like the state?” I ask, completely stunned.
“Yeah, he told me that he’s leaving in two weeks. The team already found him a house.”
“How could he make this kind of decision without talking to me? Terry will be devastated,” I whisper, my throat feeling as if it is swollen, irritated and scratchy.
“How are you feeling about it?” Green asks, and I look up at him. I want to tell him I’ll be fine, but he already knows the truth. I see it on his face. I give him a semi-smile, all but plastering it on my face.
“I’m peachy,” I tell him, and suddenly, that doughnut that I wanted so much has soured in my stomach.
“Why don’t I believe you?” Green asks.
“No idea,” I lie. “I better get going. I want to go by the school and check my messages. Then, I wanted to go by the store and get a few things for the house,” I add—totally lying. I keep talking, but the entire time I’m walking to the sink to put my glass in, I refuse to look at my brother. I’m actually annoyed at the fact my brother is here. I feel like my whole world has been rocked on its axis, and I need to be alone.
“Mags—”
“Gotta go, Green. I’ll see you later.” I still don’t look at him as I grab my keys and go to the door.
“Mags—”
“Later,” I call, already going out the door. I don’t want to have a heart to heart. I’m not even sure how I feel right now.
I just need to be alone.
7
Bryant
My head goes back against the tile as I wrap my hand around my cock. My eyes close. I should hate that the first thing I see is Maggie in my mind, naked on her knees in front of me in the shower, opening her mouth to take me to heaven.
But I don’t. It’s her. It’s always her.
Christ, that woman has a hold on me. Some evil voodoo that I’ll never be free from. I could lie to myself and say that she only springs to mind because I know I will have to talk to her later. I got Ida Sue to hold back until we see how Maggie reacts to my threat of leaving. I hope I’m right and Maggie refuses to let me leave. Ida Sue says to get my handcuffs ready. I push away what’s to come and what I’m going to do if Maggie doesn’t admit to what’s between us.
The truth is, I’m never going to be able to leave Maggie, period. I’ve needed her since I was too young to know exactly what need was. Now, she’s somehow part of my DNA—always there, haunting me every damn minute of every damn hour.
I stroke my cock to the vision of Maggie in my mind. Her mouth opens, her sweet little tongue coming out to lick the cum gathering on the tip. In the distance, I can hear my doorbell, but I ignore it. I need this. Jesus, my balls are sore because I need it so bad. If I don’t do this now, I’m liable to explode just eating dinner with Maggie. Since my son will be there, that wouldn’t be good.
My hand slides along my cock, the heated water from the shower combined with the soapy lather, allowing my hand to move easily. Pleasure builds as the fantasy of Maggie on her knees begins to expand to me grabbing her hair, holding her in place while I fuck her sweet mouth…
The bell rings again. If I’m honest, I’m pretty sure it has rung constantly, and I’ve tuned it out. But this time along with the bell, there’s the sound of someone slapping against the glass on my storm door so hard that it would amaze me if it doesn’t shatter. Whoever is out there is not going to stop.
“Fuck. Hold your horses!” I growl, my cock hurting, my balls tight, as I shut off the water. I grab a towel and wrap it around me, securing it at the hip. I don’t give a fuck that the thing is tented. Whoever is at the door can get a show before they pay for my damn door.
The beating on the glass intensifies as well as the annoying buzz of the doorbell. I march to the door, jerking it open only to find Maggie standing there, definitely pissed off.
“It’s about time,” she huffs.
“Maggie?” I ask, my brain short circuiting. In my defense, when the object of your fantasy shows up before it’s time for the money shot, it is bound to cause issues.
I bring my hand up to the backside of my head, ruffling the wet hair that’s there, trying to let my hormones catch up to my brain. I’d be happy to see her, thinking she just wanted to get an early start on our night—which I’d be all too happy about. However, Maggie looks mad as hell and I got a bad feeling that’s not why she’s here.
“Don’t you Maggie me, Bryant Matthews. Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Good to see you too, Maggie May,” I mumble, leaning against the door frame.
Fuck, she looks good today. Her hair is mussed up and piled on top of her head. Her face is flushed—clearly in anger—but it reminds me of the way she looks when we have sex. She’s got on a cut off white cotton shirt and gray sweats. Those two things shouldn’t be sexy, but when you put them on Maggie’s body, they’re hot as hell.
Maggie’s never been terribly skinny. She’s got curves and she works them so fucking good it hurts. She’s always been self-conscious about her body, especially after getting pregnant. I tried to make her see that I thought she was even sexier pregnant, but I don’t think she ever believed me. Not with the child we lost when we were barely more than kids and definitely not with Terry. Fuck… I don’t know how we got so messed up. I don’t know what went wrong between us, but I’m desperate to fix it.
“I’ve told you I hate that nickname,” she huffs.
“You were about to push Terry out into the world and screaming in pain. I didn’t think you were serious,” I reply with a grin.
“You were wrong,” she snaps with narrowed eyes.
“I’ll make note,” I lie. We both know I call her that often—usually when I’m fucking her. “You coming in or are you going to stand out there and harp at me, Maggie?” I open the storm door and move just enough to give her room to enter.
“Why are you in a towel?”
“Because I was in the shower when I heard someone trying to break my door down,” I tell her, watching as her eyes drop down and look my body over. I let her look, knowing what she’ll see and just wait. Maggie doesn’t hide her reactions—she never has—and it’s one thing I’ve always loved about her.
“Fine, I’ll come in, but I’m not staying.”
“You never do, but you always know I’d love it if you did.”
“That’s rich coming from you right now.” She gives me a disgusted look as she slides past me. Her hip catches my cock which is extended out, still tenting my towel, and even harder now that Maggie is here in person. “Oh my God, put that thing away,” she orders, her cheeks blushing deeper in color.
“Only one way to do that, Maggie. Which I was trying to take care of in the shower when you interrupted me. Now if you’re volunteering your services….” I shrug, not finishing the sentence.