Forever - Christian Yelich

Lead The Way.

Brooklyn ~ 

I kept thinking about what Christian said to me before the game. But how am I supposed to make you proud from the dugout? This boy is making me feel things, good things of course. I walked back to my office and got my bag ready to go and wait for Christian to come back. Those words kept replaying in my head as I walked around putting things away and setting up for tomorrow. 

"Hey, you ready?" I hear Christian say. I turn around in my chair and find Christian leaning on the door frame with a smirk on his face. "Yeah, I am." I grab my bag and head out the door with Christian. 

We get to his car and I throw my bag in the back seat and hop in the passenger side. "I hope you brought a swimsuit as I told you to. We are going swimming when we get back." I look at him in disbelief and am shocked at how forward he is being. "You're lucky I remembered to bring one."

He looks over at me as he merges onto I-94 as we start to head to his house. He holds his right hand over the center console and looks toward me and then his hand. I oblige and put my hand in his and try to hide my smile. What are we? Neither of us has put a label on it but now we're holding hands. Isn't that something only couples do?

We arrive at his place and walk in and I am in complete awe. I figured he would have a nice place, but wow. "There's a bathroom over there that you can change in. I'll be down in a minute so we can head into the pool," I nod and head over to the bathroom. Jeez, even the bathroom's nice.

I put on my white bikini top that ties in the back and red swim bottoms that tie on each side of my hips. Hopefully, this isn't too much, even though there is already enough sexual tension between the two of us. I walk out of the bathroom and see Christian standing next to the island in his kitchen looking down at his phone. Wow, he looks good. I walk toward him and he looks up from his phone and his eyes got big and a smile turns on his face. 

"Wow, you look good," he says as I stand on the same side of the island as him. "Let's head out there."

"Lead the way," I say as he smirks and grabs my hand making me follow him closely. "This is insane." He walks into the pool and I follow behind him. I put my hair up and start to swim towards him. Christian puts music on and we started to just be in the moment with each other. Christian snakes his arms around my waist and I put mine around his shoulders. "How's your back feeling?" I ask hoping he will tell me the truth. 

"Not as bad as it was before the game. But not 100%," I nod and move my body behind his and start to rub his back and help try to relieve some pain. "Brooklyn, you don't have to do this." 

I laugh as he turns to face me, "I think I do. I mean I am the athletic trainer. I am supposed to help you guys if you're injured or in pain." 

He smirks and puts his hands on my waist brings me toward him. His hands go over my butt and push on my upper thigh to lift them up. I wrap my legs around his torso and he leans in to kiss me. Our bodies move with each other as we continue to make out. I think he can tell I want this as bad as he does, maybe even more. "Let's move this inside," he says he breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes. I nod and follow him to get a towel and head inside. The cool air nips at my skin and I wrap myself more into the towel. Christian comes back into sight and gets my attention by kissing my forehead. 

I smile and turn my body toward him and stand on my toes to reach his soft lips. He picks me up once again and makes his way toward what I believe is his room. "Is this okay?" He asks as he sets me down on the bed. 

"Yeah, it's more than okay," I smile and he leans in once again. His hands learn my body, every curve, and ridge. His hands sit on the base of my neck as mine comb through his dark brown hair. 

He reaches behind me and unties my top before it slides between us and I take it off. "I swear it surprises me how hot you are." I chuckle and pull him toward me. He puts his hands at my hips and unties both sides of my bottoms. They fall down and I step out of them and move into his lap. He rolls us over and hovers above me as his lips work magic trailing from my neck all the way down to the place I crave him the most. "Fuck Christian," I say as he puts two fingers deep in me. 

He leans over me and reaches into the side table and grabs a condom. He quickly rips down his shorts and slides it on. He quickly positions himself over me and thrusts into me. I gasp as I take all of him. One of his hands finds my boobs and he brings his mouth to them. 

How the hell did I end up here? Holy shit. If you would've told me six months ago this is where I would be, I would've thought you were lying. I can't ever let this boy go. I just can't. I don't think I've ever been this attached to anyone before.

Christian turns us over once again and I straddle him. I lean down, leaving little marks on his skin, hoping they won't be too visible to anyone. His hands help me move up and down on him. "Fuck Brooklyn, you feel so good," he says as I can tell he's getting close since his movements are slower and sloppy. I feel him release inside of me and he taps my butt signaling he's tired. I hop off of him and fall next to him on the bed. 

He wraps his arms around me as we get under the covers. He starts to rub my back and I quickly fall asleep in his arms. 

I wake up and see Christian is still sleeping. I draw circles on his chest thinking it might wake him up. Luckily, it wasn't long before his eyes started to flutter open, "Morning, what should we do for breakfast?"

"Mmmmm, we should just lay here all day," I say resting my hand on his chest. He laughs, "Well, we're going to have to get up at some point. We do have another game today." I groan in response to him. 

He gets up and heads to his closet. My eyes follow him, he disappears but quickly reappears with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He launches the clothes at me and I giggle and put them on. I quickly notice that I'm a little sore from the events last night. I brush it off and head towards him as he stands near the door waiting for me. 

I follow him downstairs and take a seat at one of the seats at the island and I watch him as he takes out some bacon and eggs. I get up and go help him make breakfast. He starts mixing up the eggs as I watch the bacon that sits cooking on the stovetop. He wraps his arms around me as I flip some pieces of bacon. 

We plate the food and sit down at his island and start to dig in. He can even cook. What can't he do? I start to zone out and poke at my food. 

"Hey, you okay?" he asks as he puts his hand on my knee. 

"Hm, oh yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking," I look up at him and smile. "Thinking about what?" 

"Us. I don't know, I just don't want us to not ever be friends." He has a concerned look on his face that I can't put together. "What do you mean?" He asks. 

"Well, um, I don't want to make this weird, but, I guess, what are we? Or what are-" He cuts me off by kissing me. "Brooklyn, whatever happened in your last relationship, it won't happen in this one. I can promise you that." I smile and nod and continue to kiss him again. He brings me in for a tight hug. 

I can't help resist a few tears falling because of how safe I feel and relieved he feels the same way. He pulls away and looks deep into my eyes and wipes my tears off of my face. "Let's go get ready, you have a game to win," I say hoping down from the barstool and heading back to the stairwell. 

He grabs my waist and pulls me back toward him, "Correction, we have a game to win," I laugh and shake my head as he passes by me up the stairs.