Chapter 6 

 

Eric Cross ended the phone call and sat staring at the framed photo of his wife on the wall unit. He wished she were home from the supermarket because he could not wait to tell her the new piece of gossip he had just heard. He was not a gossipmonger but this information, particularly after what Katie had told Michelle the day before, was simply too good to be true. Actually, Eric did not believe it was true but certainly there was one part of it that he really wished was true.

 

A builder by trade, Eric had taken two weeks vacation from work. He had decided to take his vacation just before spring and get the gardens ready before the really hot weather kicked in. Like everyone, he had been surprised by the unusual clear and warm weather they had been experiencing through winter and so he thought he should get an early start on some of the chores that required extra time.

 

For the most part he had been staying at home with Michelle and working around the yard and on the gardens. He had also caught up with some minor maintenance on the house. There was not much that needed to be done, considering the pride he had in the home he had built for them, however, he was a hard and diligent worker and so he had everything up to scratch within the first couple of days.

 

Since then, as a consequence of the unusual though exceptional weather, Eric had spent most of the mornings sitting on his back deck, adding to his builder’s tan. He was a man who took great pride in everything that concerned his life. Whether it was his wife, his home, his job or his friends, all that he viewed as part of his life was given the utmost consideration. This facet of Eric’s personality extended to his body and so he also took great pride in his appearance.

 

Eric sat on his recliner in the living room, wearing nothing but form fitting, designer underwear. He had once again been sitting on the back deck in the sun, deepening his rich, chocolate tan, before the phone had rang. There was really something very sexy about Eric and like an aura, it seemed to gild his large and muscular body. He was twenty-six and simply huge but without an ounce of body fat. He was definitely big and beefy but it was all muscle and strength, which defined his six foot two frame. His hair was uncombed by choice, preferring as he did, a naturally flowing style. It was shoulder length and very dark brown with a texture that was soft and silky. His eyes were light brown, a beautiful caramel and always looked like they were filled with brimming emotion.

 

The front door opened. “Hey sexy man,” Michelle said as her eyes fell on him immediately. She was a little unsettled after struggling to bring every shopping bag from the car with her in one attempt.

 

Standing there in the doorway, despite the circumstances and her somewhat flustered appearance, Michelle was still one hell of a hot and sexy woman. She was twenty-six as well and everything about her simply exuded sex and she had a body capable of bringing a construction site to its knees. She had full and flowing, long black hair and a set of green eyes that could melt a man’s soul. She also knew how to use her capabilities. They really were a very hot couple.

 

“Hell, woman, you know this sort of thing is the reason why you got yourself a big and strong, football playing builder. All you had to do was let me know you were home and I would have carried them in for you,” he said and then he ran to the door and took the bags from her hands.

 

Michelle looked at her husband, warmed by his ever-constant concern for her. She loved him like nothing and no one else and she knew that he felt exactly the same way toward her. They had been married for nearly three years and they were still like young lovers, filled with passion for each other. They had such an extraordinary relationship, trusted each other implicitly and they fitted each other like two exacting pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. She grinned at his remark and his need to come to her aid like a fairytale prince.

 

“Well my darling, it’s one of the reasons I married you but not the most important,” she said with a broad smirk.

 

“Let me guess,” Eric said as he raised his eyes to look into hers, knowing she was toying playfully with him; “was it because I could afford to buy you whatever you wanted?”

 

“No. That wasn’t it,” she said, pleased he was playing along.

 

“Must be because I was going to build you this beautiful, big house?”

 

“No. That wasn’t it either,” she answered.

 

“Well it couldn’t have been an excessively high IQ so it must have been my charming personality?”

 

“Well that was a part of it,” she agreed.

 

“I give up? Enlighten this mere mortal you selflessly bestowed your divinity upon?”

 

“Well Eric my love, it’s because I’m just a superficial woman that’s all about the physical side of life. You see it was your face and body that drew me in but it was your big cock that clinched the deal,” Michelle replied with a wicked smile.

 

Eric allowed his mouth to drop open in mock shock but his eyes instantly looked at Michelle adoringly and with a glint of ardor before saying, “You’re such a dirty girl but it’s one of the reasons I love you so much and would never let you go.”

 

Michelle leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before she said, “Not to mention the fact that I allow you to fulfill those other requirements for a certain appendage we both have a taste for.”

 

“Baby, we both know that cuts both ways and that if we weren’t so alike in our penchants and bisexuality, we probably wouldn’t even be together,” Eric specified, clarifying their rather unorthodox flexibilities and tastes. “However, speaking of which…” Eric continued but Michelle instantly cut him off.

 

“All right lord of my realm, the hunter and gatherer has returned with supplies, now move that sexy ass of yours and deposit them in the kitchen. We can discuss your desire for cock later,” Michelle said and chuckled.

 

“Woman, ah hell, I so want to fuck you right now.”

 

“Well now, so I can see from that rising emotion down there. Actually I was thinking of eating lunch but I suppose, to paraphrase the words of the great Madonna and of course I’m speaking of the material girl, there’s nothing quite like eating out. If that’s what you had in mind to eat, I could probably let you twist my arm,” Michelle said and followed with an enticing gaze.

 

“Damn girl, you know the way to a man’s heart,” Eric remarked.

 

“I know more than that my love,” Michelle countered.

 

Eric rolled his eyes and laughed loudly and then said as he began to walk toward the kitchen, “Seriously though, Chelle, I wasn’t talking about having sex with a guy. You know how yesterday Katie rang you and told you that Jack had dumped her because she wouldn’t suck his cock?”

 

“Yes, how could I forget? What a foolish woman but then again, considering she was involved with the guy who has himself airbrushed in real life, I suppose I can’t really blame her. Now that I think of it, I also can’t blame her considering that Katie said Jack had a tiny dick. If only she was accustomed to my luck of the draw, her mouth would be permanently O shaped,” Michelle said, completely serious.

 

Eric’s eyes glistened but he also laughed with great amusement, before trying to once again get Michelle’s attention, saying, “Chelle, you have to hear this.”

 

Michelle turned to face Eric and said, “Sorry, yes I remember. What about it?”

 

“Well I just got off the phone from Jack, right before you walked in,” Eric said.

 

“Poor baby, let me comfort you,” Michelle quipped.

 

Eric snorted and said, “Stop making me laugh and let me tell you. He told me that not long after Katie left, whom by the way he was referring to as the bitch from hell, anyway apparently he was taking a shower and Dozer showed up at his home unannounced and uninvited. He said that Dozer walked in without knocking and when Jack came out of the shower naked and went into his bedroom, Dozer surprised him, pushed him down onto his bed, dived between his legs and started sucking his cock.”

 

Michelle said astonished, her voice heightened in disbelief, “What?”

 

“I know, I know but Chelle, it’s what Jack just told me,” Eric confirmed.

 

“What a load of horseshit. Nick is too nice a guy. I mean I only met him once but despite the fact he’s a man mountain, the guy is as soft and genuine as anyone I’ve met and I don’t believe a word of it. Actually, if I was to be honest, I did wonder at the time if Nick might be gay but irrespective, I still think, ‘Mr look at me I’m perfect’ is full of shit and I still don’t believe it,” Michelle said with certainty.

 

“Neither do I. Except for maybe one thing,” Eric said with a large and hopeful smirk.

 

“Well that’s just wishful thinking on your part, although, I don’t half blame you, especially if he’s as well hung as you say he is. Honestly, after you told me he was bigger than you, I imagined hiding out in your locker so I could get a look at Nick’s endowment,” Michelle joked.

 

Thinking of what he was about to say, Eric cackled from both the thought of how Nick would probably react, as well as the surprised expression that would soon be on Michelle’s face and then he said, “You want me to ask him for a photo?”

 

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Michelle shot back unexpectedly, “I’ll have it blown up and mounted on our bedroom wall, as a constant reminder of what you need to aspire to become.”

 

“Ouch,” Eric said and then he laughed and shook his head before his thoughts returned to what he had been saying. “So anyway, Jack said that he pushed Dozer off him, stood up and king-hit him and split his left brow open. He also said he would have left a few other marks as proof. Anyway, the point is that Jack is ringing everyone on the team and he wants to get Dozer thrown off.”

 

Michelle asked curiously, “Did Jack actually say split open his left brow?”

 

“Yeah, they were his exact words,” Eric said, wondering what the point of the question was before he asked, “Why?”

 

Michelle queried, “I’m just wondering why he felt it was necessary to specify which eyebrow he split open. Wouldn’t a guy just say I punched him in the eye?

 

“Well I suppose most would. Personally I don’t think guys are too interested in the finer details, particularly under those circumstances. However, now that I think about it, as he told me the story, he was very detailed in every aspect but then maybe that’s just Jack,” Eric said.

 

“Perhaps or maybe it was shading to make the picture all the more impressive. Did Nick get hit in the face at the game on Saturday? I didn’t see it happen if it did,” she said.

 

“No. I saw Dozer up close in the locker room and he looked as hot as ever,” Eric replied.

 

“Interesting,” Michelle said with studious eyes, as she thought briefly and then said, “Did Jack also say he left other marks as proof?”

 

Eric replied, “Yeah, those were his words. Why?”

 

Looking at Eric as if she had some secret answer, Michelle said, “I’m wondering why he feels he needs proof?”

 

“I don’t know,” he said thoughtfully, “Maybe it’s something to do with Dozer and what happened between them?”

 

“I wish you wouldn’t call him that. I told you that when I met him, he whispered to me to please call him Nick. He doesn’t mind Dozer or Bully on the field but away from the game, he wants people to call him Nick,” Michelle reminded.

 

“Yeah, you’re right, I know,” Eric replied.

 

“Returning to the point however, it just sounds like more horseshit to me. Apart from anything, Nick would knock Jack from here to kingdom come with one hit. Irrespective, I would suggest you get on the phone, no wait, go and see Nick face-to-face, talk to him and tell him what’s going on. At least in that way you can get the full story and make an informed decision from there. If it’s bullshit, which I have no doubt that it is, you can then call everyone else and get the truth out there. There’s no reason for Nick to be kicked off the team if it’s not true,” Michelle suggested.

 

“My wise old woman. I am so going to take you to heaven tonight,” Eric said and then he pulled Michelle into his arms and kissed her passionately.

 

“Sweet cheeks,” Michelle said after the kiss, as she stood pressed to him, her arms around him with her hands inside his briefs, squeezing his very tight butt muscles; “don’t take this the wrong way because I liked the idea of a special lunch right now but I suspect that prick, Jack Dawson, who thinks he’s god’s gift to women, is up to something or hiding something or who knows what,” she said and glanced at the floor thoughtfully for a moment.

 

Continuing, Michelle added, “Look, I know most of the guys think there is something weird about Nick because he doesn’t join in and he never shows at the celebrations but the thing is, he may well have a very good reason for why he does the things he does. Of course he could be hiding something but who gives a shit and why is it anybody’s business anyway? So I want you to give him a call right now and then go and see him. Will you do that for me?”

 

Eric asked, “Why is this so important to you?”

 

“Because I really liked Nick when I met him and I don’t like that pathetic, misogynistic and homophobic asshole,” Michelle replied forcefully.

 

“Woman, I love your mind and I love how considerate you are and the way you give people the benefit of the doubt. I would do anything for you but tonight, I’m going to turn lunch into dinner,” Eric replied with a heated smile.

 

Michelle was touched by the sincerity in her husband’s tone. Eric may have been a sex maniac whose mind was more often than not in the gutter but behind the masculinity, the talk and bluster and the ever-present dirty mind; a sweet, caring man, who adored the ground she walked on, was the fundamental portrait she always saw. She looked at him with a soft smile and knowing the lengthy duration of intense attraction Eric carried for Nick, she instantly knew what she was going to say.

 

“If your hopes are not wishful thinking, Eric, then if the opportunity arises with Nick, you have my blessing,” she said.

 

“Damn, if I was anyone else and I didn’t know you the way I do, I may well be racked with guilt at the thought but you’ve just given me a hard-on,” Eric said.

 

“Well, having seen and met Nick, if I had a cock, I might have a hard-on too,” Michelle replied.

 

Eric shook his head and laughed and then he gave Michelle another kiss, before heading into his study to find Nick’s phone number and make the call.

 

To be continued...