Player Chapter 13

The time spent at the VA with Saylor had been enlightening for all of us. We saw not only the care rendered there but also the needs of the people using the facilities and how they would benefit from more. The government tried its best, but there were too many veterans. Once you left the military, your illnesses, diseases, and disabilities didn't tend to go away or get better. They worsened and more developed. If they were found to be service-related in some way, then the VA covered your care for those. This included actual medical care, medications, counseling, medical devices, adaptive aids, and the list went on and on. The number of veterans across all age groups in the US was in the tens of millions.

Bull and the others came away excited and worried at the same time. They were more than determined to talk to the rest of the club and our friends about coming together to help raise awareness, funds, and more for them. Sitting in on her sessions with the veterans who came to hear her speak and to share, in some cases, their challenges were eye-opening. Some remained silent. We worked hard at the beginning to introduce ourselves and put them at ease. The others explained they were veterans as well. It made me sorry I hadn't served.

Overall, the whole day was worthwhile and great. The only downside was the douche, Noah. On the way home, I asked Saylor to tell me about him. I wanted to do more than grab him lightly by the neck. A fist to the face would've been better. I waited for the security staff to come to pay us a visit after I let him go, but he must've wised up and knew that was the wrong fucking move for him to make.

"He's just an annoying ass, Brooks. He's been there about a year. He's supposed to be a resource contact for vets, but his attitude, which he gives them as well, puts most of them off. They avoid going to him. I've reported him a few times, but they haven't gotten rid of him for some reason."

"What's his problem with you? The way he came in that room, running his mouth to you, babe, I don't like it. I don't want you putting up with him."

"Honestly, I have no clue what his issue is with me. He's been that way, to various degrees, almost from the beginning. Well, I should say after the first month or so, he has been. At first, he was nice and cordial to me, but since then, he has found any reason he can to tell me I'm doing things wrong. I'm not giving the veterans what they need from me. He doesn't know why they continue to have me do sessions."

"His shot about you not being able to see people's faces was goddamn uncalled for. You want my opinion?" I asked. I'd been thinking about it since he left the room.

"I would. I've tried everything I knew how in the beginning to get him to have a better opinion of me. Now, I don't care. I want him gone and for them to find someone who can be a real resource for the vets."

"He's attracted to you, and you didn't respond to his flirting or whatever he did, and it angered him. He turned to criticizing and being a dick as payback. He probably hoped if he complained enough, they'd fire you, but it didn't work. I want you to promise me. If he keeps it up, you tell me. You have no reason to put up with his nonsense."

She was skeptical of him being attracted to her. After a couple of minutes of telling her she was wrong, I let her slide on it. After that, she tried to tell me she had it under control, but I didn't let up until she agreed. I didn't tell her I planned to have Outlaw find out what he could about him so we'd be able to encourage him on his way. I wouldn't do it until we had this whole Bosch thing resolved, but after it was, Noah was going on the list.

However, all of that was a vague memory because I had much more important things to think about. I wanted to get back to the things she and I had been doing in that locked office. This past week had made me burn for her even more, and I didn't believe it was possible. Going to my room every night was killing me. It took restraint that I hadn't known I had not to sneak into her bed at night and beg her to let me make love to her. I wanted to do more than kiss and fondle her tits over top of her clothing.

I needed to see her stripped down to nothing. I wanted to explore every inch of her body. I wanted to touch and taste everywhere. I would work to become more familiar with her body than mine. I ached to discover what made her moan, then beg, and finally scream in absolute ecstasy. I needed her to crave me as much as I craved her.

When she said we'd continue our brief exploration in that room tonight, I wanted to shout for more, but I was afraid to push her too far, too fast. As much as I desired her, I didn't want to ask for anything she wasn't truly ready to give me. This was too damn important. I was wooing her for the rest of my life.

Dinner was over, and she was taking her evening bath in her bathroom. I'd taken my shower and sat in the living room, trying to watch television. Freya was in the bathroom with her. My mind couldn't concentrate on the show, no matter how hard I tried. I was too wound up. In the shower, I'd rubbed out one, but it made no dent in how horny I was. I was half-hard, and she wasn't even in the room. I knew I'd be full mast as soon as I saw her. I was lecturing myself on not jumping her as soon as she joined me.

"Brooks, will you come help me, please?" Her voice floated from upstairs. I got up and hurried into the hallway and then to the stairs. Freya passed me on my way up them. She gave me what I swore was a disapproving look as she did. What the hell? I took the steps two at a time. When I reached her slightly cracked open bedroom door, I paused and knocked.

"Babe, are you alright?" I hadn't heard her fall, and Freya didn't appear alarmed when I saw her. She was only grumpy.

"I'm fine. I just need your help. Come in," she called out.

Opening the door the rest of the way, I walked inside. The bedroom was empty. A light was on by the bed. She was still in the bathroom.

"What do you need me to do?"

"I'll be out in a second," she responded.

Not knowing what else to do, I went to the window to stare outside into the darkness. There was faint light coming from the clubhouse in the distance. A faint click of the door opening had me turning to face her to see what she needed. When she came out, I forgot to breathe.

Her usual evening pajamas were a pair of comfy sleep pants and a shirt. Sometimes it was long-sleeved, and other times short-sleeved. She claimed it depended on how cold she was feeling. That wasn't what she was wearing tonight. On her body was a short royal blue nightie. It had spaghetti straps and dipped low in the front with lace at the top and along the slits on the sides. It hit her mid-thigh, but the slits revealed a couple of inches more of her thighs. Her skin was pale and glowed next to the blue satin fabric.

My dry mouth wasn't able to do more than croak out, "Saylor, what's this?"

"I thought you wanted to continue to let me see you. If that's the case, it's only fair if I allow you to see more of me." was her husky reply.

My cock had swollen instantly into a raging hard-on. My hands itched to touch her, and my mouth wanted to taste her while my cock wanted to be inside of her. Christ, how the hell did she expect me to remain in control with her dressed like this? As much as it pained me, I had to say it.

"Baby, please, you've got to take pity on me. There's no way I can stay in control if you're dressed like that. It kills me to say it, but you're gonna have to change into something that covers you up a whole lot more." I groaned.

She took a few more steps toward me. I clenched my fists and put my hands behind my back. "What if I don't want to change, and I like the idea of making you lose control?"

"Fuck, be sure, Saylor, be absolutely sure. If I start tonight, I don't think I can stop. You said you wanted us to take time and to get to know each other better."

"I did, and we have been, but I don't think I can wait, Brooks. You have no idea how badly I want to touch all of you. To have you not only touching me, but I want to taste you. To feel your cock in my hand, in my mouth, and then in my pussy. God, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need a hard pounding. Will you give it to me?" She cupped her tits and squeezed them.

My head exploded, and all my sane thoughts disappeared. Letting out a snarl, I rushed her. She gasped as I picked her up by grabbing her ass cheeks and hoisting her up. As I did, and she rubbed along my engorged cock, we both moaned. Her legs and arms wrapped around me, even though I would never drop her. She was too precious for me to let that happen. I carried her to the bed and then sat her on the edge of it. Once she was settled, I dropped to my knees between her legs.

With her legs spread, I saw underneath her tiny nightie and saw she wore a pair of minuscule panties that matched the nightie. I had to fight myself not to reach up and tear it away so I could see the treasure it hid. I kept lecturing myself. Slow down. Don't rush this. Don't scare her. You want to make this the best ever for her. That was what my brain was telling me. My cock was yelling, take her now. Let me make her scream. He was a randy bastard. I knew some people would think referring to your cock in the third person, like it was a separate being, was weird. I hated to tell them. I think most men did. The damn thing did have a mind of its own at times.

My hands shook as I started at her ankles and slowly ran them up her legs, enjoying the feel of her skin, becoming familiar with the feel of her. I noted the strength in the muscles that lay beneath her skin. She stayed fit but without getting rid of her softness. She shivered as I worked my way up to her knees. I paused there.

"Last chance to say no, Juno," I told her.

Her answer was to reach down, grasp my hands, and slide them up to her thighs. I had my answer. I ran my hands to the back of them and rubbed circles on her flesh. A small moan slipped out of her. Working my hands up further, I bypassed her core despite how much I wanted to touch and explore there. First, I wanted to get this nightie off. As sexy as it was, her body would be sexier. I'd been trying to picture what she looked like naked for weeks.

Gripping the edge of it, I pushed it upward. She put her hands down by her hips and raised her bottom enough for it to slip free, then she lifted them in the air and bent toward me. I continued to edge it up. When I got to her tits, I couldn't go slow any longer. I quickly pulled it free and dropped it to the floor.

She lowered her arms and sat there saying nothing, but I saw the anxiety on her face. No way was I allowing her to stress that she didn't stun me. Her beautiful tits were full and hung there, tempting me to touch and taste them. I cupped them first. She jumped as I gently kneaded them.

"You are beyond anything I imagined, Saylor. I've tried to picture what you'd look like bare for me. This is so much better. God, your tits are so beautiful. All this lovely skin of yours. Shit, I don't know where to start."

"My skin isn't perfect. I have scars," she said, pointing to her face, then her arm, hip, and thigh. I saw the knife wounds as well as the bullet ones.

"Baby, those don't detract from how gorgeous you are or how soft and lovely your skin is. I have scars, too. These don't bother me at all. However, if they bother you, you can always have them covered with tats. Payne will gladly do them and come up with something amazing, but only if you want. I'm happy the way you are."

"You're so sweet, Brooks. I will be honest. They bother me. I guess I'm vain. Most women are, I think. To have scars is seen as ugly, especially visible ones like this one," she touched her temple again. The lines there were thin and silvery. You barely noticed them, and if she wore makeup, even less.

"Have you had anyone tell you they find that scar ugly?" I didn't want to ruin the mood, but it mattered and did impact our intimate relationship. If someone had, not only would I track them down and kick their ass, but I'd double my efforts to show her she was gorgeous.

"People on the street in passing have muttered it, and Jonas did when he saw it for the first time. He asked if I was having plastic surgery to cover it."

Anger hit me. What a prick. His wife was in her hospital bed, surviving being shot and blown up, and that's what he had to say. God, what wouldn't I do to meet him just once? I lifted my hand from her tit and caressed the scar.

"My beautiful Juno, there's nothing that can make you ugly. That scar and these others show me how strong and brave you are. They mean I have a warrior woman, perfect for an Archangel's Warrior. You were heaven-sent for me."

A single tear slid down her cheek, and then the next thing I knew, she was gripping my jaw with her hands and drawing me up so she could kiss me. As usual, at the first touch of our mouths, I got lost in tasting her. Our tongues dueled and twined together in between our lips pressing together and our teeth nipping and nibbling. I went back to kneading and mapping her tits with my hands. They more than filled them. Her nipples were hard beads. I enjoyed tugging and then twisting on them, drawing moans out of her. She liked it if the way she was pressing them harder into my hands was any indication.

I was falling further under her spell, and all we were doing was kissing, and I was touching her tits. Christ, what would she do to me when I finally tasted her pussy and then buried my cock in her tight snatch? Probably kill me, but I'd die happy. Her tearing her mouth away from mine caught me off guard.

"A-are you alright?" I panted out.

"I, mmm, I need more. I'm burning up, Brooks," she said, ending with a moan.

Just what a man wanted to hear his woman say. To tell you she wanted more, and she was on fire. My cock shouldn't have been able to get bigger, but I swear it swelled more. I wanted to take my time and kiss, lick, and nibble all over her body, but it would have to wait. We were both too inflamed to do that, although I refused to just slam my cock inside her and be done with it.

I came to my feet. I knew with her that since she couldn't see me, I'd have to be more vocal about what I was doing. "Your wish is my command. I wanted to take time and explore all of you, but you've got me so hungry for you. I'm gonna scoot you up on the bed more, then get these tiny panties off."

"Okay," she said. As I gripped her hips, she pressed with her heels and hands to help move herself. I didn't want her to do anything.

"Let me. All I want tonight is for you to relax and revel in what I make you feel. If you don't like something, tell me. If you love something, I want to know. Or if I'm not doing something you want, I need to know that as well."

"But I want to be an active partner in this, honey. I may be blind, but I'm not helpless." I heard the annoyance in her tone.

"This has nothing to do with you being blind. I want to worship you, baby. Believe me, you'll get to be an active partner. Hell, if you want me at your mercy, I'll do it. And you should know that's something I've never done. However, with you, I'm willing to do it all."

The tension in her body melted away. She relaxed back on the pillows that were under her head. Her arms came up over her head. She felt around until she was able to wrap them around the spindles on the headboard. Instantly, flashes of her being tied to it were in my head.

"Then I guess I should let you get to work, shouldn't I?" she said in a sultry voice with a smirk.

A growl slipped from my lips. Scooting around so I could get a hold of her panties on either side of her hips. I tugged them down and off. The animalistic side wanted to tear them off, but she might get upset. It was part of a set. Pushing her knees wide apart, I laid my eyes on her naked pussy for the first time. A groan slipped out.

Her delicate pink flesh was protected by tiny curls as if they were guarding her treasure. I didn't care if a woman had hair below as long as she kept it short and neat. Saylor's was, and I saw glistening drops clinging to those curls. Running a finger over them, I felt how soft they were. Unable to wait a moment longer, I got on my stomach and faced her pussy. She had to know what I planned, but I told her anyway.

"Baby, I've gotta taste this pretty little pussy before I die. You've got to come for me at least once. I want you to give me a good taste of your dew."

"Hurry," she cried.

Spreading her lips, I saw her hard clit, and the wetness made her slick. Leaning in, I inhaled her scent, so I would never forget it, then I licked from her hole to her clit. She moaned. Her flavor burst on my tongue. It was a combination of salty and ever so slightest sweetness. Her scent was a floral musk. God, she was beyond tempting.

Next, I latched onto her clit and sucked on it. She quivered. Continuing to alternate between sucking and teasing it with the tip of my tongue, I used my fingers to explore her folds and tease her.

"God, Brooks, don't stop. You don't know how good that feels. It's been too long. I'm not gonna last. Christ! Your mouth should be illegal," she shouted.

This made me laugh, which vibrated along her clit. She moaned louder and pressed her snatch harder against my mouth. When I ate pussy, I liked to see how fast I could make my partner come. With her, it wasn't a race. I was still giving it my all, but I wanted it to be the best she'd ever had. I knew without doing more, she would end up the best I ever had.

Lapping up and down her folds again, this time, I slowly inserted a finger inside her. I knew it had been a long time for her. I had no idea she'd be that tight, though. I groaned. Jesus, she'd strangle my cock when it got inside her. The thought made me wilder. I let loose more and went a bit wild, eating and finger fucking her. She moaned and pleaded for only about a minute before she came screaming my name. As she did, she filled my mouth with her dew. I eagerly licked it up and kept going. I needed her to come again before I took her.

"Brooks, oh God, baby, that was wonderful," she whimpered.

I kissed her clit in response. I was too busy to answer.

Her hand came down and gripped the top of my hair. "I can't wait to taste your cock and feel it. I want it in my mouth and pussy so badly." She paused to pant and then blew my mind when she continued. "Or my ass, if you like that sort of thing."

That did it. Finding out she was willing to do anal as well slayed me. Growling, I sucked her clit harder and thrust three fingers in and out of her pussy. She came moments later, it seemed. I didn't let up until I felt her go limp. When she did, I wiped my face on her thighs and rose to my knees. She was lying there flushed rosy pink and looking sated.

I fisted my dripping cock and pumped it a couple of times, smearing the precum down my length. She was wet, but it still might burn. I'd been told I was more than decent-sized in length and thickness. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

I'd never burned to take a woman like I was with her. The other thing that was new was the desire to have nothing between us. I wanted to take her bare, no condom. Christie's pregnancy was despite using a condom. The thought Saylor might not be on anything to prevent her from getting pregnant didn't deter or scare me. I wanted it. Her, a house, a ring, and a baby in whatever order was fine with me. But I knew it wouldn't be fair to take the choice away from her.

"Baby, I've gotta ask one thing before we do this."

"What?" she wailed. Her fists were clenched in the sheet.

"Do you want children?"

Her head raised up, and her sightless eyes zeroed in on me. An astonished expression stared back at me. "What? Why are you asking me… yes, I want children even though I know it'll be a challenge."

"Not when your man helps, and you have a whole family to help too. When?"

"Brooks, why are you asking me this now!?"

"Because I want to fuck you bare. I don't want to use a damn condom, and I don't know if you're on anything or not. And I don't care if you are. I'll take a baby with you anytime," I explained gruffly.

Shock was the only way to describe her look, and then she relaxed. "Brooks, I'm not on anything. I haven't been since I lost my sight. There was no reason to until now."

I didn't wait for her to continue. "I get it. Hold on and let me get a condom out of my wallet," I told her before shifting to move off the bed. Her legs came up and trapped me.

"Did I say to get one? No, I didn't. I'm out of my ever-loving mind for even considering for a second having unprotected sex with you. Your history should make me say no, but I want to feel you, too."

"Juno, my tests are all negative. I would never risk myself, and especially you like that. I got my all-clear a few weeks ago. Does that mean you're willing? Even if you end up pregnant?" I was trying not to hold my breath.

Her legs eased up their hold as she smiled at me. "I must be crazy, but yes, I want you to go without one, and whatever happens, happens. Even if you leave me, I'll at least have a baby. I gave up hope that I'd be a mom one day."

I growled. "There will be no leaving you ever," I told her, then I slid my hands under her hips and lifted her up so her bottom was resting on my knees. Taking one hand, I gripped the base of my cock and touched the head to her wet hole, then pressed inward.

The first to hit me was the heat and wetness. Those were quickly replaced by how tight she was squeezing the head of my cock. It felt like I was locked in a vise. The sensation of all three together made me moan. She whimpered. I knew I should warn her what was to come. Honestly, I'd been so wrapped up in thoughts of her I forgot. I froze.

"What's wrong?" she asked hoarsely.

"I forgot to tell you. I have some hardware."

"Hardware?"

"Yeah, my cock is pierced. I have a Jacob's Ladder. Do you know what that is?"

Her mouth rounded in astonishment, but if I wasn't mistaken, her eyes heated, too. "I do, as a matter of fact. I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone pierced. Why don't you show me?" she asked huskily.

"Happily," I said before pushing deeper. Her back arched, and her moan was long and deep. Her pussy gripped so tightly it was hard to move, but Christ, the feel of her surrounding me was out of this world. I swear my eyes crossed. She jerked. I stopped again.

"No, no, don't stop! I want all of you. Do it. God, those piercings feel so good, baby. I want all of you!" she cried.

As she said it, her heels landed on my ass cheeks, and she pulled hard. I slid the rest of the way inside. Her breathy scream told me I was hitting all the right spots. As for me, I was in heaven and hell. I wanted to go slow, but my body demanded I go fast, hard, and deep. I was on the edge.

"Shit, babe, I want to make this last for both of us, but I can't. Not this time. I'm sorry," I gritted out between my teeth.

"Brooks, I need it hard and deep. Please, baby, please make me come. Fuck me," she pleaded. Her tone and the look on her face broke that last tenacious thread. I jerked my hips back until only the head of my cock was still inside, then I snapped my hips hard, driving myself into her until I was fully enclosed in her smoldering heat and wetness, being gripped in a fist.

Getting my hands on her hips, I used them to help slide her up and down my length while my hips powered back and forth. She was the snuggest, wettest pussy I'd ever felt. I could feel my balls swelling. The tingling was starting, signaling my orgasm was coming. Needing her to come either before or with me, I leaned so her clit slid over my pubic area every time I thrust. I pounded her pussy hard.

Sweat was on my brow as I worked my cock in and out of her like a demon. Her moans were now whimpers. She kept pushing back to meet my thrusts. I was so close. Slipping my thumb over, I rubbed a circle on her clit. She clamped down on me, screamed, then began to come. She squirted, literally, as she came. The excitement of making her do that, along with how fucking incredible she felt, was too much. I slammed my cock into the hilt, froze, then let go. As my cum filled her and I grunted with each squirt, I briefly had a flash of this first time making a baby. What a way to celebrate our first time together. I emptied myself while she kept milking me, jerking, and whimpering.

I fell to lie over her when I was done. She was twitching. Our sweaty bodies melted into each other. I gently kissed her and said, "That was beyond incredible, Saylor. You are a miracle, baby. I know this is too soon for you, but I've gotta say it. I love you," I whispered.

Her hands came up to rub my back. She smiled up at me. "It was incredible for me, too. I'm happy you love me. I hope it's not just post-coitus euphoria you're feeling because I've got to confess. I love you, too. I've known it for a bit."

Joy filled me. I sat up. "It's not because of the unbelievable sex. I knew I was falling for you the night of your attack. You're mine. Forever," I told her before kissing her again.