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BODHI

I’ve never been so desperate to have a woman’s body on mine.

Tonight, I plan on making good use of my well-trained hands. Let my calloused palms invigorate Navy’s senses and heighten her need for me.

As soon as the Uber driver pulls up to the house, I toss a wad of cash in his hand and round the passenger side like a man on a motherfucking mission.

I’ve anxiously anticipated the day I get to have my way with Navy Willow Hayes, and I’m tired of waiting. She’s given me all the signs she’s on the same page, and nothing can stop me.

Opening Navy’s door, her giggle invites me again as I lunge at her. “Don’t fight me,” I tell her.

“What?” She laughs.

I don’t give her time to react before scooping her into my arms and throwing her over my shoulder, ass up. I slam the car door shut and run to the front door, slapping her plump cheeks along the way.

“Ahh. Bodhi.” She can’t stop giggling. “You are insane.”

“Madly,” I grunt. “Grab my keys, baby,” I direct her, standing before the door.

Navy’s hand creeps into my front pocket more gently than I expected, and I feel her hand latch onto my keys, intentionally caressing the hard bulge straining against the fabric of my dress pants.

“Fuck,” I groan, and the little minx laughs harder.

My cock twitches as I do my best to get this fucking door open so I can bury myself in her.

“Is my hard cock amusing to you, baby?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “Nope. No. Not at all. Nothing is amusing about your monster cock.”

I shake my head and chuckle as the key finally opens the door before us. “I guess you’ll have to let me know how amusing it is after you’ve been well acquainted with it tonight.”

“It’s about damn time,” Navy pants.

Entering the house, I slide Navy off my shoulder and set her on the ground. She stands before me, patiently awaiting what’s next.

Oh, I have plans. But first, I need to get this shit off my face and body.

My hand reaches out to her. “I need you to listen to me carefully,” I tell her calmly.

My needy girl sucks in a deep breath, panting with anticipation.

She’s beautiful.

For a woman as independent as Navy, she’s very submissive.

“I need to clean myself up, so here’s what you’re gonna do in the meantime, okay?” I look to her for agreement and she nods.

“I want you to go upstairs to my bedroom and undress. I don’t want one piece of fabric on your body covering yourself from me, understood?”

Navy nods again.

“You’re going to open the drawer to my nightstand and pull out the silk blindfold. It’s green, you can’t miss it. Tie it around your eyes and spread yourself on the bed for me.”

Navy swallows, and my eyes follow the motion of her thighs clenching to relieve the pretty pussy I know is throbbing underneath her dress.

“Navy, tell me you want this,” I plead for her confirmation.

“I want this,” she tells me as she retreats backward, heading toward the stairs.

My eyes are drawn to her every move. I watch as she takes her first step, tugging her red curls out of her messy bun.

Fuck, she’s stripping.

Navy glances over her shoulder in my direction. “Everyone gone for the night?” she asks, her tone dark and seductive.

“Gus texted and said they’re all crashing at Jethro’s. House is ours.”

“Perfect.” She begins slowly pulling her purple sweatshirt off, leaving her in a black lacy bra as she makes her ascent. “See you soon, catcher. Don’t leave me waiting,” she tells me before rounding the upstairs corner and tossing the sweatshirt at the top of the staircase.

Wait, don’t go. I want to see her ass in those black lacy panties I can guarantee match her bra.

Jesus fucking Christ. I’ve been waiting for this moment longer than I can remember, and it’s finally right in front of me.

I just hope I don’t fuck it up.

* * *

The sight before me will forever be burned into my memory.

I went to King’s room, took the quickest shower of my life, secured a towel around my waist, and came straight to my room.

Straight to the goddess of a woman spread naked and waiting for me on my bed.

The tightness in my chest is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Navy is the love of my whole damn life. I know it to be true.

Although I haven’t told her yet, I plan to show her tonight.

I know we need to talk, and there are many things I still need to share with her to ensure she trusts me and understands why I reacted the way I did in Fiji.

I’m ready to explain myself.

Right now, however, I’m ready to devour her.

Navy’s long and toned body is completely exposed. Her tits, which I know will be the perfect handful, rise and fall with her heavy breathing, waiting for my hands to give them the touch I know they’re searching for.

Her pink nipples stand at attention, and I draw my bottom lip into my mouth to hold off a groan.

I’m not ready for her to know I’m here yet.

Although, I suspect she feels me.

My hazed eyes scan the length of her, leading to her pale and toned stomach that dips in the most delectable places.

She takes care of herself, and it’s sexy as hell.

The part of her that has me by a chokehold, though, is the swollen pussy on display with her legs spread wide. I didn’t need to tell her to spread wide for me, she knew what I would want. She’s wet, and I can see her clit throbbing as I stand at the end of the king-sized bed, holding myself back from diving in.

Fucking hell. I can smell her need for me from here.

Navy’s silk blindfold is secured, but I know she’s fighting the urge to free her restraint and search for me.

It’s time to let her know I’m here.

I’m ready to revel in her.

I walk to the dresser behind me and grab a lighter. The sound causes her body to jolt slightly, squirming in place.

“My needy fucking girl,” I tell her, my voice low.

Navy moans as she searches for my touch.

She’s deprived of me, and it’s just how I want her.

I flip the light switch off and light two candles around my room to give us a sensual and moody feel. I want to see her, but I also don’t want distractions. After all, Navy has never been in my room before.

I need her full attention tonight.

“Stay where you are, baby,” I tell her. “Let my voice guide you.”

I open the velvet box next to my bed and reach for the feather I know will tease her until she’s begging, pleading even—exactly the way I want her.

With one knee on the bed and the other leg standing, I hover across her enough for her to feel my warm breath against her skin and the closeness of my body. I steady the feather to touch against the side of her face and she shivers beneath me. “Mhm, Bodhi. Where are you?”

“I’m right here, baby. I’m right here.”

I ghost the feather down the column of her sculpted neck and reach her bare breasts. Her body vividly reacts as the feather skims her nipple. “So responsive,” I whisper.

“Bodhi,” Navy moans.

“Navy, your impatience is showing,” I lean to whisper in her ear in a tease.

My hands ache to grab her and feel the silkiness of her body against mine. She’s slick with sweat and sweet arousal. It’s a euphoric combination for a man who has longed for one woman for an eternity.

That’s why I’m determined to enjoy her.

I move the feather to run the length of her side, just enough to feel like the lightest of touches, and send her body into heightened pleasure. I take the moment to bring my hungry lips to her breasts, and without warning, draw her left nipple into my mouth.

I groan. Fuck. I’ve craved Navy for so long that I never thought this moment would come, and come hell or high water, I’m taking it slow.

Navy’s body bucks forward as my tongue swirls at the tip of her nipple before pulling it between my teeth.

“Enough of the teasing, B. Let’s get to the good stuff,” she pants, getting more sexually frustrated by the second.

“We’ve got nothing but time. Let me taste you for however long I need.”

“Arrogant bastard,” I hear her mumble under her breath.

She stops arguing as my lips descend to where I know she’s pulsing. Tossing the feather to the floor, I want to admire her momentarily.

I slide down to the bottom of the bed, positioning myself directly in line with her core.

Navy practically whimpers at the loss of me and searches for me with her hands, her body remaining still.

“Bodhi, you’re such a fucking tease. Take this blindfold off?—”

Her words are cut short at the feel of my tongue plunging through her tight hole.

Goddamn it. She’s so fucking tight and tastes like heaven.

I’d be a happy man with this, right here, as my final memory in this life—my tongue stuffed in her swollen pussy.

“Fuck you, Bodhi. That feels so good,” she moans in frustration, making me chuckle and continue feasting.

“I love it when you get angry, baby,” I tell her honestly.

My tongue spears through her opening again, lapping up her wetness before rhythmically thrusting in and out. I lick her from bottom to top and draw her swollen clit into my mouth, causing a stream of curses to echo through the room.

“Holy mother fucking shit,” she pants. “Do that again.”

She doesn’t even have to ask. I won’t stop until Navy comes on my tongue and her body is fully spent.

My hands grip her thighs, spreading her even wider as I pull back and pepper kisses on the inside, showing attention where I know she’s most sensitive. “Your skin is like silk.”

“I moisturize every night,” she moans.

I chuckle. It’s refreshing that I can be devouring Navy’s pussy, and she still manages to make me laugh.

My terremoto.

This is what it feels like to genuinely know the woman you’re sleeping with, or in my case, hooking up with.

But Navy has never been simply a hookup .

She’s the whole damn package. The one my heart could never let me forget.

I reach my hand to the bottom of her foot and slowly ghost my fingertips across her skin, making my way up the length of her body. My tongue is relentless, and I feel the moment she gets close.

The pulsing of her pussy throbs against my mouth as my lips claim every inch of her, increasing in speed, then retreating to keep her on edge and nibble on her clit.

“I’m so close, B,” she pants, her body squirming and chasing its release.

“Not yet, baby. You’re not full enough,” I say before shoving two fingers inside of her and biting down on her clit.

Navy cries out, “Ahhh, Bodhi…I…yes.”

My cock is hard as stone beneath my towel, and I have to fight myself not to rub it against the mattress in front of me to relieve the ache.

I won’t, though.

I want Navy to be the one that makes me lose control with either my cock buried to the hilt in her tight little cunt or taking me into the back of her throat.

Any of those options sounds like fucking heaven.

A long moan leaves Navy’s mouth as I pick up my pace. “B, do you hear that?” She pants, her voice coming out in a whisper.

“It’s probably the fan kicking on. Be here with me,” I tell her, reaching my free hand to grab her left breast.

“It sounds like knocking…” she whimpers through moans.

Tap. Tap. I think she’s right. But who would be at my house this late?

“Shit. You’re right. I don’t want to stop this,” I tell her, settling back a little so she can hear me clearly, contemplating if I’m strong enough to leave my spot.

Navy exhales loudly. “It’s okay. Go see who it is. Like you said, we’ve got time.”

I nod, trying to convince myself she will still be here when I return.

I walk to the side of the bed and sit beside her, carefully removing the silk blindfold from her eyes and bringing my hand to the side of her face. “This moment…here with you…means everything to me. You mean everything to me.”

Navy nods as our gazes collide and we share an intimate moment of clarity. Whether or not we’re prepared for the outcome, we both want this, and it’s happening.

I place a soft kiss on her lips and tell her I’ll be right back.

I put on basketball shorts and grab a T-shirt to wear as I descend the stairs.

“Just a second,” I call out.

I’m not sure why someone would knock on my door at ten o’clock at night—especially when the rest of the guys are at Jethro’s. What I didn’t expect, however, was the face of the woman I’ve seen in my nightmares more times than I can count, but also the woman at the front of some of my happiest memories.

And she looks like she’s here to see me.

Fuck, it’s been too long.

We’ve already talked on the phone…so what now? I guess it’s time to find out.

“Gwendolyn.”

* * *

“Oh, god. Were you sleeping? I’m so sorry if I woke you. I can leave and come back in the morning. Shit, what was I thinking?”

I’m shocked she’s here. At my house. Unannounced. It’s unexpected.

“Gwendolyn, it’s okay. Are you okay?”

She nods. “I’m okay.”

“Come hug me. It’s been a long time.” I reach for her, pulling her into a hug. Hopefully, she doesn’t smell Navy on me. I’m betting I reek of sex and good decisions, but I can’t not hug her after everything that’s happened between us.

My thoughts quickly drift to Navy upstairs, hoping she’s okay. I’m not sure why Gwendolyn is here, and I don’t know how long this visit will take. I make a mental note to check on her if Gwendolyn is still here after ten minutes.

“It has,” she exhales in a laugh, wrapping her arms around me.

I pull her back, my arms caging her to get a good look at her. “Well, you look unharmed and in perfect working condition. That’s a relief,” I joke.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me fully until you saw for yourself. You’ve always been stubborn like that,” she tells me.

“Yeah, I guess I have.”

“I won’t take up any more of your time. I just wanted to bring you this. Penelope gave me your address, just so you don’t think I’m some creepy stalker,” she giggles.

I couldn’t care less. I’m just glad she’s here and healthy. But I am slightly curious about what she has for me.

“What’s that?” I nod at the silver tin box in her hands.

Gwendolyn looks down for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Then her eyes meet mine, filled with unshed tears. “They’re your letters,” she says.

My stomach drops. She got them.

“You got them?” I ask her in shock.

I never knew if she received them. When I was in prison, I wrote her a letter a day, hoping she would write back at least once. I kept everything superficial, likely because I was ashamed, but it was my way of telling her how I felt and making some effort.

Those letters gave me closure and helped the long fucking days staring at a cell block bearable.

“I did.” Gwendolyn nods. “I couldn’t bring myself to read them.”

I understand that. “I get it. The whole situation was shitty. I’m sure with your recovery and all, the last thing you needed was to hear from your convicted friend in prison.”

She shakes her head. “No, Bodhi. That wasn’t it.”

“Then what was it?” I ask her curiously.

“I was afraid. You were my best friend, and knowing you were in such a cruel place, serving time for something that was just as much my fault as yours, made me sick. I couldn’t handle even thinking about what you went through. You’re so much stronger than me. You always have been.”

“Gwendolyn, I never blamed anything on you. Never once. Shit, I was just thankful to know you were alive. Writing those letters kept me alive. They kept me fighting. It’s a war zone behind bars, and I’d be lying if I told you there weren’t days I wondered if it was worth it. Worth it to stay hopeful and imagine a life outside of confinement. It’s hard to picture when you’ve been stripped of your freedom.”

She sobs heavily. “Bodhi…I…I’m so terribly sorry. I should have seen you sooner. I should have been there the day you were released. I guess I thought you may want these.” She hands me the tin. “I don’t need to read them. What matters to me is seeing how great you’re doing and how happy you are now. That’s the only closure I need,” she tells me.

My arms pull her in close. “Shh, don’t cry. It’s okay. We’re good. We both are. That’s the important thing.” She pulls back and I hold the tin closely. “Thank you for this.”

I don’t typically believe in symbolism, but this is different. To me, these letters represent the shitty past I’ve overcome and the stepping stones that led me to the path I’m on now.

A path I’m relieved to be on.

However, I know I don’t need to read them. I’ve used up that time now.

“Of course,” Gwendolyn breathes out, wiping at the tears running down her cheeks.

“B, is everything okay?” Navy.

I turn to find Navy wrapped in a plush pink robe, without an ounce of accusation on her face but clearly thrown off by our visitor.

“Navy, hey. Come here for a sec,” I say, ushering her over to where Gwendolyn and I stand by the front door.

“Bodhi, I’m so sorry. I had no idea you had company,” Gwendolyn panics, apologizing profusely.

Not letting my eyes leave Navy, I reach for her and gently pull her into my side, nuzzling my head into her. “Navy, this is Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn was my best friend years ago. She was dropping off an old memory.”

Navy smiles brightly. “Hi, Gwendolyn. It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard little bits and pieces about you.” Navy’s hair is in a big messy bun with smeared makeup from tonight across her face, looking wild and untamed.

Yet, her confidence is radiant. She’s striking.

Gwendolyn rolls her eyes. “Hopefully, all good things.”

Navy turns to meet my stare and smiles. “All good things. You mean very much to the man that means a lot to me.”

Fuck. I love her. Here we are, in a situation that could be uncomfortable for anyone else, but Navy takes it in stride and shows how incredible she is.

“She’s great, Bodhi.” Gwendolyn turns toward me, not caring that Navy heard her compliment.

“The greatest,” I say, holding Navy tight.

I love that other people can see it too.

Navy turns toward Gwendolyn as a thought comes to her mind. “Hey! You should come hang out next weekend. We’re doing a little pool party on Saturday, and we’d love to have you,” she tells her.

Gwendolyn looks at me in question and I send her an innocent smile.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’d never want to intrude,” she tells Navy.

“Oh, please. Never. Besides, it’ll give you two a chance to catch up. Most of Bodhi’s teammates will be there and their partners or friends. Just say yes. I can be very convincing,” Navy pressures Gwendolyn with her beauty and wit.

“She can be,” I agree. “Now you have to come,” I send her an innocent smirk.

Gwendolyn smiles. “Okay, I’ll come.”

“Yay!” Navy shouts, rushing forward to pull Gwendolyn into a tight squeeze. “Bodhi, you can no longer hide her.”

Navy doesn’t know the details. She doesn’t know how poorly I treated Gwendolyn after the accident, and how I intentionally failed to check on her these last four years.

I have to tell her. I just hope she doesn’t see me differently after.

But for now, I’ll enjoy the happiness this reunion brings me.