Hart of the Matter (A Love of the Game Novella) (10 page)

His eyes widened as he looked at it closely.  It was a heart charm with the jersey number he’d worn in high school engraved in the center. 

Settling his shoulders between her legs, he didn’t break eye contact.  “You did a much better job of loving me than I did of loving you, Bailey.  I’m going to make sure you know how much I appreciate it.”

Hart ate her pussy for more than an hour, licking and sucking her folds lazily until every inch of her was shaking.  Two fingers fucked into her body gently and he lapped away her essence as he made her come for his mouth again and again.

“I love the taste of you.  I’m going to enjoy learning what makes you crazy, Bailey.”

Breathlessly, she replied, “You make me crazy, Hart.”

“I’m going to fuck you in front of a mirror so I can see what we look like, so I can watch my cock thrust into the most delicious pussy on the planet.  So I can see what your clit and pussy lips look like while I take you from behind.”  He sucked her clit between his lips and licked it with his tongue.  “I’ll watch you play with yourself.  I’ll come so hard I’ll probably pass the fuck out.”

Her hands drifted up to play with her breasts.  “Come here, Hart.  My nipples ache for you to suck them.  I need your cock deep inside me.”

Instantly, he crawled up her body and sighed in relief as he buried his length in wet heat.  As requested, he attended to her nipples for a long time.  He didn’t thrust.  Instead, he enjoyed the muscle tension inside her flexing around him as he sucked the dark pink tips.

Wrapping her hard in his arms, he kissed her, letting her taste her flavor on his lips.  When he broke it, he stared down into her face. 

“Marry me, Bailey.”

“Shut the fuck up, Hart.”

He grinned.  “Marry me.  Have my babies, live in my house, push me around, and piss me off…but always love me and let me love you.” 

He’d never seen her eyes so big.  “I’ve known you my entire life and I love you because you’re the person I was meant to love.  I’ve wasted so much time.  I don’t want to waste anymore.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind, Hart?”

“I’ll hold you when you want to run and kiss you when you want to yell at me.  You can push me around mentally and sometimes I’ll argue just to make you convince me.”

“Hart…”

“I’m a slob, I like to sleep late, and I work out all the time because I have to.  I watch too much television and I’m a remote hog.  Marry me, Bailey.”

She looked terrified and it only made him smile more.

“You’re marrying me.  You can argue as long as you want but you’re
mine
, Bailey.  You know it.  I know it.  This pretty pussy knows it.  My cock knows it.  The world needs to know it.” 

“I don’t think you know what you’re saying, Hart.”

“I do and you know I do.  Look in my eyes, Bailey.  You were always able to read me better than my friends, my family, or any person I dated.  Tell me what you see.”

Bailey’s brown eyes stared into his for more than a minute and Hart held her, waiting. 

“You’re…serious.”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything before.  I’ve known you your
entire
life.  I know who you are and what you stand for.  I know – finally – who you are to me and it wasn’t as another little sister.  You’re the other half of my heart and we both know that isn’t going to change.  Let’s get married, Bailey.”

A slow smile broke over her face.  “Fine…I’ll marry you.  We’ll negotiate the details after you fuck me stupid again.”

Hart laughed and held her hard as he began shuttling in and out of her body.  At her ear, he whispered, “For the first time, I don’t feel like a fucking fool, Bailey.”

* * *

Understanding that feeling well, she held him hard and took what she’d wanted for so long.  Hart Jamison’s body and, more importantly, his love. 

He’d given her half of his heart and Bailey played for keeps…he was
never
getting that shit back.

Epilogue

Three years later…

“Harley, you get your
easy delivery
ass out of my
face
.  I’m so fucking mad at you right now.”  Bailey knew she wasn’t being one of those nice women in labor they showed on reality shows and couldn’t give less of a shit. 

She was ready to take somebody out with her bare hands. 

The doctor wouldn’t give her drugs because she wasn’t dilating.  Despite the fact that she’d been having hard as fuck contractions for more than twelve hours. 

Everyone who knew her knew she didn’t handle pain.  At all. 

To the nice older nurse that reminded her of Angela Lansbury, she hissed, “You get that fucking quack in here and tell him he better figure some shit out right now.  I’m losing my temper.”

“Mrs. Jamison, we can’t give you drugs yet…it will slow down your labor even more.  I know you’re uncomfortable but the baby is doing just fine.”

“I am not uncomfortable!  I’m in pain and this is bullshit!”  Glaring at her best friend and Regina beside the bed, she added, “You laugh babies into the world so fast they barely have time to grab the little fuckers and this is what I get?  Total bullshit, Harley.”

“I know, I’m sorry.  Here’s Hart.”  The expression of relief on her face to see her brother return from the bathroom only pissed Bailey off more. 

“You fucking
did this
and you don’t have to worry about any of the pain or the complete disgusting grossness of it.  I’m not fucking anymore!”

“Here, baby.  Squeeze my hand and pretend it’s my neck.”  The more violent she became, the happier her husband seemed. 

“What is
wrong
with you, Hart?”

“You’re having our baby.  I finally talked you into getting pregnant and even if you refuse to ever have another one, you’re giving me a child of my own and I love you so much, Bailey.”

Carefully
shushing
the part of her brain that wanted to punch him in the face, and probably fracture her wrist again, she stared at her husband closely. 

His love for her practically glowed from his latte skin.  Hart didn’t care what she said, how she behaved, or how much she resented this part of the pregnancy experience. 

He loved her and he’d forgive her because he understood more about her than anyone else.  Even Harley didn’t know the darkest secrets of her heart the way he did.  She’d shared things with Hart that made her cry, that made her scream, and he loved her through it.

In all her life, she’d never shown another person every part of her.  With him, she knew she could.

All because once he accepted his love for her, he accepted
all
of her unconditionally.

Another contraction hit and she held his huge hand in both of hers. 

“You’re so brave, Bailey.  So beautiful even in that awful hospital gown I know you can’t wait to get rid of.  You can do this because you’re one tough as nails bitch, am I right?”

She nodded, gritted her teeth, and kept her eyes on him.  Tears tracked down her cheeks as she rode the spasms that prepared her body to push the child she’d made with him into the world.

“That’s it, baby.  You’ve fucking got this.  No one is as strong as you are, Bailey.  I’m right here and I’m sorry I can’t take the pain for you.  I’ll make it up to you for as long as you need me to.”

“I love you, Hart.”

“I love you, pretty girl.  You’re doing great.”

For the next hour, Hart didn’t move from her side.  He soothed her with his words and his presence.  He didn’t look away from her face no matter who came in the room. 

His other palm settled over her distended belly and he rubbed her gently.  “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful pregnant.  I know how scared you’ve been but you’ve been amazing, sweetheart.  You’re going to be an incredible mom.  I hope I can make you proud as a dad.”

“You’re a natural…
Hart!
”  There was so much pressure suddenly that she screamed his name.  “Help me, something’s wrong.”

A nurse came in and still he watched her, held her hand, and murmured softly. 

“Mrs. Jamison, the baby is coming.”  The nurse called the doctor and things started to move quickly. 

“Hart, I need to sit up.”  He moved immediately, scooping her into a sitting position as they removed the end of the bed and settled her feet in stirrups.  “Don’t let me go.  Please don’t let me go.”

“Never, Bailey.  You’re the other half of my heart.  It’s going to be okay.  I’m here.  I love you.”

Then she
had
to push and it hurt so fucking bad but she did it anyway because her body didn’t understand
stop
or
reverse
.  Later, Hart would tell her that she prayed in Spanish but he didn’t understand the words.  She would always pretend not to remember.

Please God, help me make it through this and give Hart this gift in return for his love. 

When their child came into the world after fifteen minutes of pushing, she sobbed in relief and took the comfort and safety he offered. 

The instant release of tension whooshed through her body and she passed out in his arms.

* * *

Hart held his wife and smoothed her hair from her damp face.  He lowered her carefully to the bed and simply stared at her as tears slipped from beneath his lids. 

The nurse approached but at first, he didn’t notice.  Glancing up, he saw she held a small bundled wrapped in pale blue.  “Your son, Mr. Jamison.  He’s quite lovely.”

With shaking hands, he accepted the baby and knew every second of every day had prepared him for this moment. 

Harley and Regina peered around his arms but refused to hold the baby before the new mother.  Leaning over Bailey, Hart nuzzled her cheek with his.  “My beautiful girl, open your eyes.  There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Long lashes fluttered and lifted.  “Hart?”

“Hi there.  Princess, I’d like you to meet our son.”  Supporting the baby’s weight, knowing how exhausted his wife was, he held her arms around the tiny little boy.

“Hart…he’s
perfect
.  Absolutely perfect and so worth every second.  Hello, Jordan Harley Jamison. Hello, baby.”

Harley clapped her hand over her mouth and burst into loud tears.  Regina hugged her tight and told them, “We’re going to go tell everyone…give your new little family some time together.”  With a soft smile, she added, “I’m so proud of you, Bailey.”

“Thanks, Mom.”  The word never ceased to make her heart thump happily.  “We’ll see you upstairs?”  Nodding, Hart’s mother guided an emotional Harley from the room. 

Her best friend blew her kisses as she cried.

Hart sat in the chair by the bed so he could be closer.  “You’re so fucking beautiful it makes my heart hurt, Bailey.”

“I need my makeup bag and a change of clothes.”  With a wink, she whispered, “I was totally kidding about not fucking anymore, baby.”

His bright white smile lit up his face.  “I was really hoping you’d say that.” 

“Six weeks…”

He groaned.  Then, with a wicked smile, he leaned close and said at her ear, “No actual
intercourse
for six weeks.  I’m happy to touch you, watch you touch yourself, and stroke off for you, Bailey.”

When he leaned back, her expression was calculating.  “Done.  Leave it to us to find a loophole.”  Looking down at the baby, she laughed.  “Now, let’s see about getting us in a regular room because I’m not popping a boob out in here to feed.”

Bailey Verreos-Jamison had been a fool for a man for years before he saw her and opened his heart to the love she was desperate to give him.

It was a day that had changed both of their lives and she was glad she’d never
truly
been able to let him go.  Stubbornness wasn’t always a bad thing.

Neither was hygiene…Bailey was ready to get the fuck on with it.

Love of the Game – The Complete Collection

If you enjoyed “Hart of the Matter” – you’ll love the rest of the stories in the series!
 
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Ready to Rumble
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Breaking the Ice
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Time to Make the Doughnuts
–
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Win, Lose, or Raine
– Raine and Jake (baseball).

The Three Pointer
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About Shayne McClendon

Shayne McClendon is an indie author who has received rave reviews for her premiere novel “
The Barter System
.” Other releases include “
Yes to Everything
,” “
Completely Wrecked
,” “
Love of the Game
,” “
The Hermit
,” and “
Hudson
” – the second book in “The Barter System” world.

Writer, mom, and hermit...Shayne listens to the voices in her head because their ideas are awesome. Those around her have learned not to question the crazy. Coffee consumption is too high, amount of sleep is too low, but the words always feel just right. 

She lives in Oklahoma wrangling teenagers, opening doors for her pets, and running her content writing company. She dreams of peace, quiet, travel, and always having a viable internet connection.