“Oh, baby. You drive me crazy, my queen. Everything is perfect when I’m in you. I need you to love me.”
I hold him tight and rest my head on his chest. “Always, my Rick. I’ll always love you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Saturday morning I’m woken up by the smell of coffee brewing and find cake on the floor in the bedroom with a can of whipped cream sitting next to it. I don’t feel Rick anywhere and I don’t like it. “Rick?” I call out hoping he got up to use the facilities. He walks into the bedroom doorway, looking tired. “What’s wrong? You didn’t sleep?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“What time do you need to be at the stadium today?”
“Cross is coming to get me to go work out.”
“I think you should get some sleep. Come here.” Rick walks over to the bed and crawls in next to me. I pull the blankets up and wrap my arms around him, snuggling into him. “Try to relax, my king. Whatever it is that’s bugging you, it’ll be fine. The season is almost over and then it’ll be you and me, nobody else. We can stay home, hide out, and order food delivery for weeks and never go outside if you want. I’m not going anywhere. I’m happy as long as I have you.”
“Really? I’m enough to make you happy? Enough to keep you happy?”
Now we’re getting somewhere. “You’re more than I ever wished for. More than I thought was even possible. You make me happy everyday. I only want you.” I get a smile. “I’ll do anything to make you happy and keep you that way. I can’t wait to nap on the beach with you and share a lounge chair every afternoon in the sun while we’re in Hawaii. I want to show you my favorite places. I want to share everything with you. Nothing means as much if you’re not part of it.” I mean every word I say and have been driven to tears by my own words. I’m such a fuckin’ girl! I can’t maintain myself even when I need to, but then I see Rick’s face and realize what my tears mean to him. They prove how much he means to me, that all of my words are real and not empty, meaningless words to console him. “Hold me, my king, so I can start the day with you happy.” Rick holds me tightly until the alarm goes off and we agree to snooze a couple of times.
Eighteen minutes later, “I want to stay in bed with you and hold you.”
“I don’t know how you do this every year. The season is so long for you, yet too short for the fans. It’s almost over. I can’t wait to have you all to myself.” I say softly and gaze into his eyes. He squeezes me and doesn’t let go until the alarm goes off again. “Do you want coffee?”
“All I want is you.” He presses his lips to mine and slides his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. His large hands glide down my body, stopping at my hips and I rock against him pulling a low groan from his lips. Rick sits up against the wall and pulls me with him, leaving me straddling him. He squeezes my hips while he leans in to kiss me passionately. I feel his need for me and see how desperate he is. I reach for his cock to find him huge and solid. I rise up on my knees and work myself down onto him until he fills me completely. I see the pleasure on his face as he holds me, breasts pressed to his bare chest while I rock my hips. His chest is wide and muscular, but not hard. Rick wraps his arms around my shoulders tightly, “I want to keep you right here, like this. I love you, Sherry.” He gazes at me and I see things in his eyes I’ve never seen before, or maybe I’ve never looked. It’s not only my reflection. It’s our reflection together. The story of our life together and ready to unfold. I can see us together years from now. I can see our family. Our happiness. How much I mean to him and how my love for him effects him. His head has insecurities and is uncertain, but not his heart. He’s afraid I’ll leave with someone else, like I’m worried he’ll realize I’m old and difficult, and go with a younger girl that does what he wants. We’re both crazy, worried about the same thing. I want to comfort him and take away his fear. What if I’m wrong? What if I’m seeing what I want and not how Rick feels at all? I’d rather be wrong than have him torturing himself with worry.
“Do you know in your heart that I only want to be with you? Do you believe I love you?” I search his eyes.
“I know you love me. I can feel it every moment that I’m with you.”
