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  I knew that practice and games must keep him busy.

  “Actually, I don’t,” Neil said, with a charming smile spreading across his fact. “My mom left yesterday for warmer weather. She’s not a fan of New Jersey winters. I haven’t celebrated Christmas with her since my dad died.”

  “I’m so sorry. I think I had heard that through the Caldwell grapevine. A few years ago, right?”

  “Four, actually. He got to see me turn pro, and with the Leviathans, no less. He was so proud.”

  “Listen. It’s up to you, but Mark is getting picked up at noon, if you feel like swinging by any time.”

  I heard a slight cough and turned around to see that Mark was standing in the hallway, listening.

  “Or you can come have Christmas breakfast with us, Neil,” he piped up, once he knew that I had seen him there.

  Mark sure was fond of Neil already. I had never dated after James, and Mark was still so young when James died. Of course, he was old enough to remember him, but having a man around was definitely a forgotten experience.

  “Tomorrow morning, then,” Neil agreed. “Is nine o’clock too early?”

  “Nine is perfect,” I told Neil and then he stood to leave.

  When he got to the door, he turned and bent down to kiss my forehead. Mark smiled at me, with the phone in his hand, as Neil left. Apparently, Mark had called David a few minutes before and Angela got on the phone when she heard Neil was over.

  “She told me to make sure Neil didn’t leave without making plans with you again,” Mark explained. “Mrs. Bond called me your little wingman. What’s a wingman, Mom?”

  Freakin Angela.

  Leave it to her to continue to try to orchestrate my love life from behind the scenes. Usually, I would be exasperated. But this time, things were working out so well with my undercover Santa that I started to realize I was going to have to thank Ang for butting in for once.

  Chapter 6

  Neil

  I woke early Christmas morning, as excited as probably any kid across the country, not knowing what the day may bring. I was so fucking glad that Becca was willing, even wanting, to see me again.

  I took a long, hot shower and tried not to think about her ass in those Levi’s weeks ago, or even the leggings she had on last night, which showed off her lightly muscled calves and thighs. The way she moved, with a quiet confidence, seemed to express a hidden resilience. And her breasts seemed fuller than they had when we were in high school.

  I was more attracted to her now than I ever even was back then, which is saying a lot because I was really into her then.

  But it wasn’t just my physical attraction to her that was keeping me interested.

  I wanted to know everything about her life during these last years that had made her such a strong and kind woman.

  When I would catch her watching Mark, it was like she was still amazed at this child she had the privilege of caring for, mentoring, and watching grow. A mother’s love was truly a beautiful thing to behold.

  I wanted to help her out, to be there for her. I found myself even wishing she could be the mother of my children, as cheesy as that sounded.

  I was definitely falling head over heels for her—that much was clear.

  I scrubbed my body clean but when I reached my cock, which was half-hard from my thoughts of Becca, I realized I had to release some tension before I headed over to her house. Otherwise, it would drive me crazy the whole time.

  I stroked my hardening cock with water and body wash, making it wet and slippery, which only made me want to be inside Becca so bad I thought I could scream. Her curvy body came into my mind, as I pictured her without clothes. I also pictured everything about her that I possibly could.

  The feeling of her soft skin.

  Her full breasts with large and pink nipples.

  Her thin waist, over her wide hips, leading down to her hot little pussy.

  I kept stroking myself as I imagined putting my fingers inside her and making her climax. I never wanted to please a woman more. I pictured her moaning while I felt every inch of her soft, wet folds, my fingers stretching her pussy hole open wider and wider.

  “Neil,” she would say, as she gyrated on my hand, her juices running out into my palm. “You make me feel so good. I’m cumming on your hand.”

  “I want you to cum on my dick,” I’d tell her, and once her orgasm was over, I’d give her another one by plunging my big cock into that tight pussy of hers, thrusting in and out until she was screaming out my name, begging me not to stop.

  “Oh, fuck, Neil, this is amazing!” she’d say, as I played with her nipples and she drenched me with the wetness running out of her pussy.

  I thought about cumming inside my sweet, sexy Becca, filling her up with my seed and maybe putting a baby in her, a brother or sister for Mark, but a child with both of our genes, and that was what really did it for me.

  My cock started to throb and pulse in my hand before shooting out a load of cum so thick and creamy that it was a shame I’d wasted it here, rather than putting it inside Becca’s hot cunt like I wanted to.

  The orgasm felt so good that it took me a moment to recover. But I finally finished and did one last onceover with the soap and then rinsed it off my body before I turned the water off and got out of the shower.

  I put on some black jeans, with a white shirt and a red sweater. I didn’t have time to buy anything at the store for Mark, and everything would be closed now. I had meant to get him a gift, but life got in the way.

  So, I ran out to the guest bedroom to grab the box I kept in the closet with some extra team souvenir stuff in it. I pulled out a couple of royal blue jerseys, with my number 82 on them in white. One of them was a bit big for a child, but Mark could grow into it, and he could hang it on his wall for now. The other jersey would fit Becca just fine.

  I looked forward to seeing her wearing my name. A big part of me wanted her to take it as her own, forever. But I knew I was really putting the cart before the horse, and I told myself to just see what the day had in store before jumping ahead so far into the future.

  I also had a football signed by the players after Superbowl XLVI. They won a few months before I joined the team. I had a feeling that Mark would appreciate showing the ball to his friends. I would have to remind Becca not to let him throw it around the yard, though.

  My phone buzzed to let me know that my Uber XL had arrived, so I packed up everything in a couple large shopping bags and the driver took me across the river to Becca’s. It was looking like I would arrive a few minutes early.

  Mark answered the door when I knocked, letting me in.

  “Hi, Neil!” he said excitedly.

  “Hi, buddy.” I smiled down at him, glad to see him so happy.

  He brought me over to the tree and showed me all his presents, eyeing the large shopping bag I was carrying. I took out the ball and jersey, and Mark got super excited. I showed him the extra jersey for Becca.

  “Do you think your mom will like it?”

  Mark nodded vigorously.

  “I also have the curtains I forgot to bring last night,” I said, as I pulled them out of the bag.

  The curtains were a shade of deep jade, in a thick, expensive fabric that I had had specially made. The seamstress said they were very nice yet also washable. My agent got the measurements of the front window from his real estate friend.

  I took down the old navy-blue ones, thinning and sun-faded, and replaced them with the new ones. I hadn’t thought to buy new fixtures as well, but the current ones worked.

  Even this small gesture seemed to excite Mark. I realized it wasn’t because he liked curtains, but because he knew his mom deserved something nice.

  “They’re Mom’s favorite color, too.”

  “I know. I remember.”

  Jade green, to match her eyes.

  “Hi there! I made chocolate chip pancakes for Mark, and Eggs Benedict for u
s,” Becca said, coming from the kitchen.

  I tried to look away from her deep green eyes, which seemed to have gold flecks like gemstones, before I said something stupid, like, “Merry Christmas, I love you.”

  That would not be very fucking smooth of me.

  She had put some makeup on, though, I noticed. Maybe she was feeling the same way about me.

  “Oh. I love the curtains. They’re perfect, and my favorite color.”

  Becca came up and hugged me, as Mark wandered away, seeming to know we would want our privacy.

  “I remembered from high school. You always had a lot of green. Backpack, hoodies, sweaters. I figured it was still your favorite, since you were wearing that green sweater at the community center. I always liked the color because it matched your eyes.”

  “You have a great memory,” she said.

  “Only about important things,” I told her, with a wink.

  She blushed and smiled, and it was so adorable that I wanted to kiss her. But I didn’t want to make Mark feel awkward or uncomfortable, so I figured it would have to wait until later.

  We all three sat down to breakfast, after which I went out front with Mark to throw around his new football from Becca. Mark’s grandma, Donna came early to pick him up. Apparently, she had called Becca and asked if they could get an earlier start so she could resume cooking for her family.

  Donna shook my hand, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. I imagined she saw me as the man who wanted to replace her deceased son, and I couldn’t fault her for her uneasiness. She didn’t know me, and if she read the papers and all their scandalous headlines about me… well, then, I guess I could see how she wouldn’t be a very good grandma if she didn’t have some concerns.

  I wished I could tell her I was a reformed man, and very much into Becca, but I doubt that would help my case much. So, I said nothing except to tell her goodbye on her way out. She barely nodded her recognition as she left, but Mark turned around and said, “Bye, Neil! Thanks for the gifts!”

  Becca and I sat down on the sofa after Mark left, drinking homemade eggnog with a bit of Jamaican rum added. I had never tasted anything so perfect for Christmas. It was thick and creamy, with sprinkles of nutmeg.

  Becca talked, and I listened to her tell me more about the failed relationship she had had with Mark’s father, and how she had remained alone by choice since he died two years ago, rather than risk Mark possibly getting attached to another father figure, only to lose him if the relationship didn’t work out.

  He had been old enough to see James yelling at her all the time and Becca wanted to protect him from any more heartache.

  “I kind of fell into this unexpected life,” she told me. “The gallery works around my schedule with Mark, and I’ve made some great finds for them. I’ve never been one to have a lot of friends, but I found Angela thanks to our sons being close in age. She’s been the most loyal friend I could ask for and she keeps me sane most days.”

  Her eyes lit up as she talked about Angela and I was glad she had someone in her life she could count on. I planned to be another such person, if she’d let me, but I could understand her being careful about who she introduced Mark to as a serious suitor.

  “And of course, Mark is the most amazing kid,” she continued. “Donna pitches in here and there if I need a break. She’s rather opinionated and overbearing, but otherwise, it just works. We’re comfortable, and I’m in control of my own life. It’s not always easy, but I don’t expect it to be.”

  I had been watching her lips as she spoke. They were soft and plump and I couldn’t wait to kiss them. I decided that would be the very next thing on my list to do today.

  “Motherhood definitely suits you. You’re raising a great kid.” I leaned towards Becca. “Can I kiss you?”

  Instead of answering with words, Becca came forward to kiss me. Her lips were gentle, almost like she was shy. But as my tongue went into her mouth, she got hungrier for me. I pressed her down briefly and looked at her.

  “What would you like me to do to you?”

  “Everything. Everything I’ve never had.”

  “Can I look at you? I had a dream about your body. Can I take your clothes off?”

  “Okay, I guess,” she said, rather self-consciously. “But let’s go to my room. I appreciate my new curtains and I think they do a great job of blocking out the world, but I’d still feel more comfortable in the privacy of my bedroom.”

  “Good thinking,” I told her, although I didn’t care where we were—I just wanted to see her naked body and make her feel good all over, just like in my shower fantasy.

  I let her lead me up the stairs to her bedroom, which was decorated in rich colors and seemed to have an air about it that was different from the rest of the house, all of which had been more functional than beautiful like this room was. There was the smell of incense lingering in the air, a musky sweet fragrance.

  Becca pushed me on the bed and stood in front of me as she took her top off, slowly, button by button. Her bra was a deep velvety red. She slid out of her skirt, revealing panties that matched her bra. I imagined her putting them on this morning while thinking about me seeing them, and I smiled.

  She slowly turned, showing me the thong and her perfect ass. I couldn’t take not touching her beautiful, curvy body one second longer. I stood up, grabbing her supple ass cheeks. I took her bra off, and turned her, putting her right nipple in my mouth, while stroking the left, rubbing it between my fingers.

  She looked just as I had imagined all these years. Better, even.

  “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” I told her.

  I fell to my knees and kissed her ribs, my tongue continuing down her belly, while holding her ass and pulling her closer to me. I picked her up, my hands squeezing her ass while I was still on my knees.

  I brought her to the bed while my mouth stayed on her panties. My tongue snuck through her thong and between her soft pussy lips. Becca’s sounds excited me.

  “Oh my God, Neil. Yes. Like that. Wow.”

  I pushed her further up, until I was on top of her. She was so wet, but I teased her, getting alongside her and kissing her mouth again.

  “You taste incredible, Becca. Everywhere.”

  Becca’s hand had found my cock, as I kissed her, and she made a slight gasping sound as she gently squeezed it.

  “Wow, Neil. This is… wow.”

  She held onto it tightly, as if she never wanted to let it go, which I loved. I had already been rock hard but she made me so hard I thought I would burst.

  I knew I was bigger than most men. It was running joke since high school gym. The guys on the team joked about my size and said I’d ruin sex for all the women I’d had it with, which they claimed to be half of Manhattan.

  But no experience I’d ever had come close to this one. Becca’s soft hand looked so small as it was wrapped about my huge cock. Her eyes looked so happy to see how big I was. I felt I had this dick just to please her, and I was determined to do just that.

  Undeterred, Becca slid down and took me in her mouth, looking up at me as her mouth consumed me. Unable to go much longer without being inside her, I pulled her on top of me and slowly eased into her pussy, unwilling to hurt her.

  Becca got impatient and pushed me in further.

  “Neil. I need that big cock inside me. Please. All the way in.”

  I obeyed without question, feeling snug inside her warm, wet pussy.

  “Like this?” I asked her.

  “Yes. Mmmm,” she moaned.

  “You like when my cock stuffs your little pussy full?”

  “Oh, God, yes. Oh, Neil.”

  “I can hit the very back of your pussy when you let me cram my dick all the way in it,” I told her, thrusting faster and harder now.

  The walls of her pussy were gripping my cock, milking it and making me feel so good.

  “Oh, fuck, Neil. Neil!”

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bsp; Her moans turned to almost screams. I looked up at her face, to see if there was pain, but she was smiling at me in a kind of awe. I pulled her arms down so I could feel her body and kiss her.

  Her screams went into my mouth, as each move of her hips plunged me deeper and deeper inside her. I kept my hands on her ass, but Becca did all the moving. The passion was incredible. With my every touch and her every movement, it became harder and harder to resist cumming.

  “I can feel your cock throbbing in me,” she said. “And I’m going to cum again too. Cum together with me.”

  “Okay,” I said, realizing that I wasn’t wearing a condom.

  “Cum in me,” Becca gasped, as if reading my mind.

  There was something so erotic about fucking her raw pussy, filling her up with my seed and maybe making a baby with her, that I was unable to contain myself any longer. I emptied myself into her while her wet cunt slid around on my cock and we came together, her moaning and me groaning, and both of us calling out each other’s names.

  The throbbing seemed endless as my release continued. I had never felt this excited by anyone else. Not even close.

  “Whew,” she said, as I pulled her close to me and she rested her head on my chest. “That was so hot. Don’t worry. I’m on the Pill. Due to a health condition, not because of sex. I don’t even date, usually.”

  I was glad to hear she didn’t date but was a bit disappointed to hear the part about the Pill.

  I knew that was crazy, though, so I just said, “Oh, okay, that’s good.”

  “Yeah, and I’m clean. Like I said, I haven’t even been with anyone since my husband passed away and, even though I’m not sure he was very faithful, he underwent regular testing for the military.”

  “Yeah. I have that kind of testing too.”

  I felt bad for her that she doubted her former husband’s fidelity. And I felt like a scumbag for always being sent by my coaches for a panel of STD tests because I had been such a player. I always wore a condom but still didn’t want to take any chances.

  I was done with all of that, though. My old ways were behind me and I had fallen hard for Becca. I only wanted to do this with her, and no one else, forever. I just had to figure out how to tell her that without sounding like a complete idiot. We had just re-met, so how could I be so sure she was the one for me?