Page 39 of Beach B!tch
Holy crap. That was the best orgasm I'd ever had. Of course, all my other ones had been from my vibrator, so having a real, live, gorgeous lifeguard between my legs was sure to provide unparalleled pleasure.
But now I'd come down from that unexpected high, I didn't know what to say. Like usual.
What do girls say after a man's been buried face down in their laps? Thanks for the tongue? Eat here often? Please come again?
I ended up choosing complete silence, because when all else fails, going silent is always the best course of action, right? Kind of like playing dead. Thankfully, Dean offered me an out by getting the shower started for me and leaving me alone, in peace, to recover.
As I rinsed off, I tried to stifle my laughter. Only a few short weeks ago, I'd gotten off in this very shower dreaming of Dean. Now I was rinsing away traces of him from between my legs. I sobered up quickly when the thought occurred to me that maybe I should have offered to return the favor. I wouldn't have had any idea how to do that, but I could have tried. Or asked him for directions or something.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Before I could embarrass myself further by offering a blow job ten minutes after the fact, or tell a dick joke to break the awkwardness (or would that make it even weirder?), Dean hollered through the bathroom door.
"Hey, Brin, my brother just called. He invited us to a tournament today. You available?"
"Um, yeah, I don't have anything except my therapy exercises to do this morning. What time is the tournament?" The thought of spending time with Stefan sounded appealing. Having another person with us would also make conversation easier too.
"It starts at noon, so why don't we go through your exercises, stop by my place so I can change, and then we'll head over to watch him?" Dean was still yelling through the door, so I opened it and shut off the fan so we could talk at a normal decimal.
"Sounds good," I said.
Dean's eyes ran up and down the length of my body, taking in my wet skin and towel, hiding the good parts. He reached out and traced a water droplet from my collarbone down to my towel with the tip of his rough finger. Then he whipped his hand back like the towel burned him. He clenched his jaw, stepped back and said, "I'll go call him back and let him know we'll be there. He'll be stoked you're coming."
"I like coming." I gave him my version of a saucy smile, loving the shocked expression on his face the split second before I spun around and sauntered down the hall to my bedroom to get dressed. I was quite pleased with myself and my new flirting skills.
"Jesus..." I heard Dean mutter from behind me.
After my exercises and stopping at Dean's place, we got back in his truck and headed out to the gymnasium where Stefan was playing. This was the annual paraplegic tournament for basketball, with athletes from all over the U.S., which was a big deal. I was excited to see Stefan play and felt honored he'd invited me along.
Dean had his big hand on my thigh the entire drive, heating me up in more ways than one, then helped me out of the truck with his signature move. I enjoyed another slide down the front of his hard body. He grabbed my hand as we walked into the gym like he couldn't stand not touching me. He certainly was touchy feely, but I realized I loved it. His touch was both soft and demanding at times. I knew I could trust him...he'd always make sure his touch was good for me, so I could go along with it and just enjoy it, the way it was meant to be.
I didn't know why I hadn't put it together earlier, but as we walked into the gym, I spotted Dean's mom in the stands. Of course she would be here to watch Stefan play. She jumped up as she caught sight of us and waved her arms in the air to get our attention. My heart thudded heavily in my chest as I realized I'd have to carry on conversation with her. Dean squeezed my hand, like he knew I was gearing up, and led us over to her.
Beth gave me a big hug before turning to Dean to chastise him for being late.
"You already missed the warm-ups! They should start the game any second." She pushed Dean further down the bench, putting me next to her and Dean on the other side of me.
"Have you ever been to a paraplegic sporting event, Brinley?" Beth was pivoted on the bench, facing me, her back to the teams on the sidelines getting ready to take the court.
"Uh, no, I haven't. I love watching athletes in action though, so I'm excited to be here," I answered her truthfully.
"Oh, you'll love it then. These boys can get rough and there's always an injury or two, considering all the wheelchairs out there. But Stefan's tough, you'll see." Beth patted my hand and changed directions before I could blink. "You have a nice glow to you today. Did my oldest boy put that there?"
My face heated at her implication. Could she tell?
"Um...thank you?" What the hell could I say to that? I figured being as vague as possible with her was the best course of action. If I opened that can of worms and inferred that yes, her son put that glow on my face, I had a feeling I'd never hear the end of the sex questions. I was all for 'girl talk' but not about sex with my boyfriend's mom. No, thank you.
I was saved by the whistle blowing, indicating the ball toss, which started the game. All eyes focused in on the court and I studiously ignored Beth. I saw Stefan out there and was reminded of how much he looked like Dean. Then the wheelchairs all started to move and whiz by, hands and wheels a blur as they sailed up and down the court. I didn't know what I expected from a paraplegic basketball game, but I was ashamed to say I didn't expect this level of skill or athleticism. The men out there on that court were athletes first; they just happened to be in wheelchairs.
Dean, Beth, and I screamed our voices raw cheering for Stefan and his team. He kept flashing us big grins up in the stands and even had a few winks directed at me. Dean didn't like that so much, based on the muscle clenching in his jaw.
I spent the whole game just soaking in the love Stefan's family had for him. Growing up, I never had my dad cheering for me in the stands at my volleyball games. It was extremely isolating to be the only kid on the team who didn't have a family cheering section. My heart ached for the young, vulnerable girl I used to be, but I was also happy for Stefan, that he'd grown up with love and support despite his challenges.
Stefan's team ended up winning, though you couldn't tell by the cheers from the other team's fans. Everyone was so encouraging here, it was refreshing to see. No one booed the other team and the only trash-talking between players was good-natured teasing that no one took seriously.
We rushed onto the court to hug Stefan after the game. He tugged my arm away from Dean and spun me onto his lap. Dean scowled and Stefan just laughed.
"Eww...you're all sweaty!" I squealed in mock protest. I was used to sweaty athletes, being one myself.
"Don't you want to congratulate me properly?" Stefan said with a smile and an eyebrow waggle.
