Hey Sweet-Tea: The Way To A Man’s Heart Page 2

  “Open the door!” I shout to Major, reaching for the chicken in the fryer, and setting it on a plate to cool. I grab the biscuits from the oven, exhaling with relief as I find them still golden brown. “I thought I ruined supper.”

  “Well, hell, sweetheart, I thought we were in real trouble,” Major chuckles.

  I widen my eyes. “And you thinking burning biscuits isn’t real trouble?” I shake my head. “Major, you’ve got a few things to learn about me. One of them being I take my cooking seriously.”

  “I see that,” he says with a smile. He fans the back door, letting the smoke out, and I laugh despite myself. Dizzy with desire.

  “Hand me the milk, mister,” I say with a little sass in my voice. A lightheartedness I haven’t felt in so long is filling me to the brim.

  Major does as asked, and I begin making the cheese sauce for the macaroni. “Make yourself useful and grab the sweet tea from fridge and pour us some.”

  He nods, does as asked again, and I admit to liking the sight of this big, strong man pouring me a glass of sweet tea.

  “And add a wedge of lemon,” I instruct. Smiling, he does that too.

  “So why exactly did you move to a random town, Myra?” he asks, handing me a glass.

  I sigh, knowing this was coming. I take a sip of my favorite beverage and then set it on the counter, focused on finishing the cheese sauce. It’s easier to tell it straight without looking into his eyes. “The last guy I was with… he hurt me. Real bad, Major.”

  “Who is he?” Major asks, venom on his tongue.

  “It doesn’t matter, Major,” I say. “He’s history. Back in Georgia.”

  “That’s why you left?”

  She nods, then lowers her chin, lifting her eyes. “I came here for a fresh start.”

  “I’m sorry you went through hell,” he says, sidling up beside me at the stove, watching me work. “A sweet Southern girl like you doesn’t deserve so much heartache. Truth is, no woman does. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through.”

  Hating the attention, I take a chance and find his eyes. “And what about you — why did you move back here? Grady says you’ve only been here a few months.”

  “You asked Grady about me?”

  I laugh softly. “Maybe.”

  He runs a hand over his jaw, eyebrows furrowed.

  “It’s okay, sorry to pry. Why don’t we sit down with the food first?”

  I dish us up plates of fried chicken and macaroni, biscuits and green beans, and then we carry our plates and glasses of sweet tea to the back patio, where I have a table and chairs.

  “It’s nice back here,” Major says as we sit down.

  “I got lucky with this rental. It has this cute patio. It’s month-to-month. And I can walk to Grady’s shop.” I smile, knowing it doesn’t take much to make me content. “Where do you live?”

  “I’ve been living with my grandma. Trying to find a house I like. Thinking of getting one built.”

  “Oh wow, that would amazing,” I say.

  “Yeah? What kind of house would you build if you could build anything?”

  “Sky’s the limit?” He nods. “I’d want a big front porch, white rocking chairs. A back yard with a big oak tree and a swing hanging from it. Big windows facing the water.”

  “Waterfront?” Major smiles.

  I laugh. “In a dream world, yeah. A lake, maybe? With a dock.”

  “Sounds pretty damn perfect.” Major takes a big bite of my chicken. “But damn, girl, so is this meal. You really know how to cook.”

  “Well, thank you,” I say, savoring his compliment and knowing from the way he’s eating that he means it. “You know, speaking of dream worlds, I always dreamed of opening a restaurant.”

  “Serving comfort food?”

  I nod. “With all my Grandma Maylene’s recipes.” We eat in silence for a few minutes, lost in thought. “And what about you, Major? What would you do for a living in a dream world?”

  The question was meant to be lighthearted, but I see a dark cloud cover his eyes as he considers it. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to stir up anything,” I say, reaching across the table for his hand.

  He runs his thumb over mine, shaking his head. “No, it’s okay. You told me what brought you here, it’s only fair I do the same.”

  My chest tightens, fearing the worst. Is this perfect man about to drop a bomb on me?

  Chapter Four

  Major

  “The thing is,” I say, trying to choose my words carefully.

  I’m afraid I might get emotional sitting here with Myra. I’ve been strong and silent with most people about my crushed dreams — but she’s different. It’s like I can let down my guard with her, not fearing she’ll trample over my heart.

  I clear my throat, trying again. “The thing is, I was in the NFL. I played for the Lions until recently. I loved it. Every damn minute, every damn day. Felt like the luckiest man alive to be living my goddamn dream. Then my knee gave out, busted on the field, and just like that, it was over. My career was over.”

  “Oh my God, Major,” she says, not letting go of my hand. “I had no idea.”

  I shrug, trying to keep it light. I break a biscuit in two and take a bite. “Yeah, well…” I take another bite, then another. “Damn, sweetie, this is one good biscuit.”

  Myra smiles. “It’s all about the butter. It’s what makes it so flaky.”

  “Oh yeah?” I take a swig of her tea. “You make this too?”

  “I always say, when life gives you lemons, make sweet tea.”

  I smile. Lifting my eyes, shaking my head. This girl is doing one hell of a number on me.

  “So… it seems your heart got crushed the same as mine,” she says softly. “Only difference is I let a dirtbag do the deed and you got heart broken by your one true love.”

  I run a hand over my jaw. She lifts her eyes, they meet mine, and goddammit, I fall. For her. In that minute, I know. It’s all over. It’s done. She is mine.

  I stand from my seat, and pull her to me. Wrap my arms around this sweetie and cup her cheek in the way I’ve only ever seen in movies. But this right here is real life. My life. And I won’t let this good thing pass me by.

  “Maybe not my one true love, Myra.”

  “No?” she asks softly, her voice cracking.

  “No. Football is something I love, but it’s not my one true anything.”

  “What is, Major?”

  “You.”

  I kiss her then, softer than before. So soft I feel tears sting my eyes. And I may be a burly ass athlete, but right now I feel as soft as a cloud. With her in my arms, the rough edges smooth over and my fears fade away. With her lips on mine, I feel the sun shine down on us, the storm clouds far, far away. With her body against my body, it’s like a blue dawn wrapping around us. Like that fresh start we’re both after has finally been found.

  Myra

  He carries me into the house and I point to my bedroom. He grins down at me as he sets me on the floor next to my bed.

  “I’ve never been with a woman,” he tells me, resting his hands on my hips. “God, I can’t believe I’m even telling you this. But I’ve saved myself for my one and only.”

  “Oh,” I say, lowering my gaze. “I see… I wish..” I shake my head. “I wish I…”

  “Don’t. Your story brought you here. To me,” Major says. “And damn, I’m sorry for the shit you’ve been though. I wish I could take it all back, but today, now, you are here. And you are mine.”

  Tears fill my eyes. “You’re a virgin and after all this time, you are going to sleep with me the day we meet? What if… You might…”

  Major shakes his head. “Listen to me — I want you. Now and forever. I was a professional athlete long enough to have plenty of options. I didn’t want them. I just want you.”

  My heart fills to the brim with hope and longing and love for this man I’ve only just begun to know. This man who sees the cracks in my heart and wants to mend them, not b
reak me. This man who sees me, heart and soul. And he isn’t running — instead, he asks for more. He asks for me.

  “I want to make you happy, Major. I want to give you what you need.”

  He cups my face with both his hands and I close my eyes, breathing him in, breathing this moment in, memorizing it. “You’re the only sweet-tea I need.”

  I smile, a tear sliding down my cheek. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

  “I suppose I do, Myra. Because I believe in us.”

  I lick my lips, stepping back, and I untie my apron, tossing it to the floor. I unbutton my jeans, shimmy out of them. Suddenly I’m filled with longing to satisfy every single inch of this man who has my heart. I want to make him moan with desire. I want him to come with my name on his lips. I want him to fill me up and I want to please him in a way he has always dreamed about.

  I hate Troy — the things he did to me — but he taught me something. He taught me what a real man isn’t. And Major Owens is showing me what a real man is.

  And this real man before me — he is mine.

  “Come on, mister, off with your clothes. Don’t want to make me wait, do you?”

  He chuckles, shaking his head and pulling off his clothes, standing before me ripped and ready, his cock at attention and so big it makes me drip with want. God, he is nothing short of perfection and his cock is huge.

  “I don’t get nervous easy, but you make me blush, sweet-tea,” Major says.

  “Yeah? Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” I strip off my top, unhook my bra and step from my panties. And just like that, I’m naked before him, offering him all of me because I know with all that I am that he will take very, very good care of me.

  “Fuck, Myra. You’re… you’re perfection.” He runs his hands over my shoulders, down my waist, over the curve of my hip and pulls me close.

  I feel his hard shaft against my belly and I moan in want. He catches my mouth with his lips and kisses me hard, drawing me to the bed, to him, and I sink against his body. He is on his back and I climb on top of him, reaching for his big, thick cock and licking my lips. “I want to suck you, to taste you,” I tell him, stroking him nice and slow. He groans with want and I turn, offering him my ass as I dip my mouth to his thick cock.

  I open my mouth up for him, sucking him slowly, twirling my tongue over his tip, loving every inch of him.

  “God, Myra, that feels so fucking good.”

  “Come in my mouth,” I tell him. “I know you want to.”

  He grunts. “Fuck, you know I do, sweetie.”

  “Come on, Major, show me how you feel. Let me swallow your seed. Please.”

  “God,” he groans as I pump him nice and good. I have never been so direct, so demanding, but there is something about having Major’s big shaft in my hand that has me giddy with want. I need to taste him in a way I’ve never needed anything before.

  I suck him harder, the thick ridges of his cock against the back of my throat. I take as much of him as I can, loving the way his big palms squeeze my ass cheeks, the way his fingers run between my thighs, stroking my wet pussy. It makes me more eager than ever to get him off. To make him know just how I feel.

  I know how close he is and I fondle his balls, making him hotter than ever. I close my eyes as he comes in my mouth. Hot ribbons of his cream shoot into my mouth, sliding down my throat and filling my belly the way I’ve always craved. Major is a real man and his cock is so nice and thick, I know he can really love me. Hard, deep, forever.

  “Myra,” he groans, as I run my tongue over every inch of his rod, my pussy dripping with need. “Come here.”

  I turn, and he wraps his big solid arms around me, holding me tight.

  “Thank you,” he whispers, his hot breath on my ear. “That felt…”

  I blink back the emotion swelling inside of me. Major holds me, caresses me, whispers my name, and I fall in a way I never knew was possible. The way I’d only read about — never felt.

  Utterly and completely.

  “Make love to me, Major Owens,” I say breathlessly. “Make me yours.”

  “Oh, sweetie, you already are.”

  Chapter Five

  Major

  Lying side by side, I feel my heart expand in a way I never imagined and I run my hand over her soft curves, grateful I waited my whole life for this moment, for her — the woman of my goddamn dreams.

  “What?” she whispers, gently stroking me.

  “I’m just so damn happy.”

  “Same,” she says. “And I don’t think it’s just because of the comfort food.”

  I laugh. “You are my comfort food now.” I roll on top of her, my cock greedy and her sweet cunt so damn warm. I run my fingers over her, needing to fill her up and make her mine.

  She needs it too. She wraps her legs around me and I lean down, sucking her big, full tits, her nipples hard and sensitive. I suck them the way she craves, the way my cock desires, and fuck, her tits get me nice and ready. I can see it now — a lifetime with her, titty fucking our days away. I can see it now – a lifetime with her, titty fucking our days away, my come all over her chest, her lips parted, begging for more.

  I’m rock hard and she is all I want. She can see it in my eyes. “Come inside me,” she begs and I do as my love wants.

  I ease myself inside her tight pussy, and my cock groans as her sweetness wraps around me the way I’ve always dreamt.

  “Fuck, you feel good.” I groan, my lips pressed to hers, kissing her deeply, my heart pounding as the future becomes crystal clear. Her. Me. Together. Always. Us.

  “Major,” she moans, panting as I take her, moving deep inside her, my body hers for the taking, my cock pumping into her, knowing that when I spill my seed, it’s going straight to her womb. Because I want to mark her for now and forever.

  “I love you,” I promise, her pussy filled with my cock and my heart filled with truth. She is mine and I am hers and no one will come between us. Ever.

  “I love you too,” she whimpers, her eyes locked on mine. “This is crazy.”

  “It sure as fuck is,” I say, a grin on my face as we reach the edge of oblivion, as we dive headfirst into a future as sweet as her tea, as unknown as the ocean, and as bright as the goddamn sun.

  Myra

  When I wake, the smile on my face is so big it hurts. And when I roll over, Major’s chest is the first thing I see.

  “Mhhhmmm,” he says sleepily, his arms wrapping around me. “Someone woke up happy.”

  I feel his thickness pressing against me. Licking my lips, I ask who he’s referring to.

  “You, my naugh-tea girl.” He laughs, pulling me on top of him. “Come here, sweetie, let me see those lemons.”

  I giggle — this is all so romantically absurd — and he begins to massage my breasts tenderly, drawing my nipples to his mouth. He twirls his tongue over them, and I take hold of his shaft, my body so ready to be filled by his steel rod. It’s velvety smooth, yet so rigid, and I lift my ass so I can take him. As I sink down, I moan, his name on my lips and my hands on his solid chest.

  “God, you’re so tight,” he grunts as I move my hips in a circle, both of us panting with pleasure. My clit is on fire and my toes curl. We come quickly, our bodies slick with sweat as we rock against one another, harder, harder, until we’re gasping as we come undone.

  This is what it means to make love.

  Love.

  Did we really say those words last night?

  “What is it?” he asks, scooping me up in his arms.

  “I was just thinking,” I sigh, collecting my breath and my thoughts. “About the things we said last night…”

  “You mean that I love you? And you love me?”

  I nod. Could falling head over heels be this easy? The way Major looks at me makes me think that maybe it could. Maybe it is.

  “Let me make you breakfast. You like grits?”

  Major twists his lips. “To be honest, I’ve never had them.”

 
I drop my jaw. “Well, bless your heart, Major Owens. It’s time that changes.” I reach for my bathrobe as his phone buzzes. “You get that, I’ll start on the food.”

  “Okay cute-tea, I’ll be there in a minute. Probably my grandma wondering where the hell I’ve been.”

  In the kitchen, I rinse off our dishes from last night and start the dishwasher. It only takes a few minutes and soon enough, I have the ingredients for Grandma Maylene’s grits. It’s simple — cornmeal, milk, a little sugar. I brew a pot of coffee and begin boiling the cornmeal when Major walks out of my bedroom with a look I don’t recognize on his face.

  “What is it?” I ask, pouring him a mug of coffee. “Cream? Sugar?”

  “Both,” he says, moving toward me. “But, uh, Myra, can we talk?”

  I swallow, stirring the grits on the stovetop. “Of course, what is?”

  “That was my agent.”

  I turn to him, suddenly feeling way out of my league. “Right. You have an agent. Because you are a football star.”

  “Was,” he is quick to clarify.

  “Okay,” I say slowly. “And what did your agent want?”

  Major shakes his head, then takes a drink of coffee — clearly choosing his words with care. He runs a hand over the back of his neck and I realize the look he had when he walked in here was suppressed joy. He smiles. “He has some sponsorship work lined up for me. Which is crazy. Didn’t expect it. And it’s amazing because it would mean a chance to be back with some of my old teammates.”

  “Oh.” The happiness I felt as I cleaned up the kitchen fades. Fast. “And where is this work taking place?”

  “L.A.,” he says. “But it would only be for a few months.”

  “Right. A few months. That’s great.” I try not to show my emotions. It’s selfish of me to expect him to consider me when making this decision. We just met. And everything that happened last night was probably… Well, to me, it meant everything… but to Major? A football star? It probably meant little. But maybe that is just my insecurity from my last relationship haunting me.