Dart and Dash - Mary Smith Page 0,57

though I might have asked. However, they did skim over some of the reading, and that helped me out.

“I need a break.” I threw the pen down and finished off my pop.

“I’m going to run over to my house and finish my work up. If you need any more help, just text me.” Daisy said, got up from the table, and left.

I went into the living room and lay down on the couch. This was going to be a long week, and I had to do it. Not only for me, but for my brother too. We had always known that Dart wasn’t going into the NFL, but he’d always known that I wanted to.

I put my arm over my eyes, thinking about Dart and me as kids. We were twelve, and lying in Dart’s bed, like we always did. My head was at the footboard and his at the headboard. We had an assignment in school that week about where we wanted to be when we were forty. At that time, forty was old, but I knew one thing, I was going to be in the NFL. I was going to have six motorcycles, and a Lamborghini to drive to the games. I even wrote about my mansion on the hill. In my paper, it was all about possessions and my future career.

Dart was different. His was about having a family, taking his future children to watch my NFL games, and being married to his soul mate. He was strange to think of a crazy thing at that age.

I had laughed at him when he told me his, but when I told him mine, he nodded. He told me he knew that I’d make it. That was my twin brother, always my number one fan. Right by my side, no matter what I did, or how fucked up I was.

“Dash,” Garnet softly touched my chest. “You okay?”

I removed my arm from my face. “Yep,” I choked out.

Her tiny hands wiped the tears from my eyes. I didn’t even realize that I’d been crying.

“Lay with me.” It wasn’t a question; it was more like a request.

Garnet’s plump lips gave me a small smile, and she curled into my side. The smell of cherries and honey calmed my rattled nerves.

“I can do this, right?” Even though I’d had confidence before, I heard all of my fears in my voice now.

Garnet rose up onto her elbow. “The Dash Terrance I know doesn’t doubt himself. You’re going to grab this football by the laces and run it in for a touchdown.”

“Well,” I chuckled. “I don’t quite catch it by the laces, but thank you for the vote of assurance.” I kissed her for head.

“Dash, stop worrying. It’s going to be fine. You can do it. I know that you can.” She gave me a soft kiss on my lips. I felt a small stir in my pants.

Garnet started to pull away, but I held her close. I pressed my lips harder against hers. She moaned when I drove my tongue inside of her mouth. I gripped her leg, pulling it over my hip.

Garnet was in a long black cotton skirt. I tugged it all the way up to her hips, and pushed her down on me, letting her feel how hard I was for her.

“Dash,” she panted, rocking her hips. “We need a condom.” She started to move, but I stopped her.

“I have one.” I rose up, reached for my back pocket, pulling out my wallet, and found a condom that I kept in there.

After I rolled it on, I moved Garnet’s thong out of the way, and she sank down on me. She rocked harder against me, and her tightness held me in place inside of her. The music in the living room was our grunting, panting, and the squeaky springs of the couch.

“Dash,” she said my name over and over.

“Fuck,” was the only word I said, as I pumped hard into her. I knew that we both were getting close.

The tension in my body was building. The hurt, the sadness, the feelings of abandonment were fading, as the love for Garnet grew. She was the wind that blew away my fog of depression. It was her love that was saving me.

“Don’t stop, Dash, please,” she begged, arching her back.

I continued to drive into her faster and felt myself explode around her. I kept going until a few seconds later, I could feel her wetness on my thighs.

“I needed that.” I said,