Finding Home Pt. 02

Andy sat there in stunned silence. He had gone pale, and his breathing became labored. He leaned forward, and put his head in his hands. Cold sweat rolled off his body. Sara put her arm around him, and whispered to him soothingly. His body was going into shock, he thought. He was jolted out it by Alex yanking him off the couch and bear hugging him. As he slapped him on the back, he whispered to him, "You're OK, brother. Breathe. Tell Uncle Hank that would be fine. The shock will wear off. Just breathe." Alex released the hug, but kept a supportive arm around him just the same. Alex's quick thinking worked. Andy felt the breath return to his body. After a bit, he answered his great uncle.

"Wow. Um, yeah Uncle Hank. That would be great. I'm sorry -- I'm just shocked, I guess. This is all a bit much, I'm afraid."

Hank laughed on the screen, "That's great Andrew, that's just great. We'll get the wheels in motion on this end. Listen, I've got to go. Congratulations Fedorov's! And Sara, please take care of this hunk of Marine. It was great to meet you, young lady. Janie and I look forward to doing so in person. We love you all. Take care." The screen went blank.

His family surrounded Andy. Hugs were given, tears were shed, and wisely, Jess put a bourbon in his hand and told him to, "Hammer this Droobie, you need it." He did, and she asked him, "You gonna be OK, little brother?"

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks Jess. Or, should I say, matb?"

She blushed, and smiled at him. "Well, your smart ass is OK, and since that's the biggest part of your body, you're going to be fine."

Finally, Sara hugged him and said, "Baby, I'm so proud of you. Congratulations!"

After a time, Andy sat down, and the rest of the family settled down as well. The Judge spoke again, "Well, all this good news makes the family meeting a bit anti-climactic, but I think we still have an important bit of business to do. Sara, because of Hank and Jane coming here, we have to use a keypad at all entrances. Each of us has our own code -- it's a bit of a pain, but as Hank said, this is the life we live. I'm afraid the Secret Service pretty much insists that we work this way. This is what I would like to propose: as our own honor for meritorious service, Helen and I would like to give Sara and Eden their own codes. They can come and go and use the house whenever they would like. This, as I said, is a family question. Questions, comments?"

Now it was Sara's turn to go pale. "Holy shit," she thought, "they're giving me a code to Kennebunkport? What the hell kind of family is this?" She looked and Andy with shock on her face. Tears welled up in her eyes immediately.

Ellen spoke up, "So is this just while they're in college?"

This time Helen Carlson spoke up, "No. We'd like them to feel free to use the place as long as it's in the family."

"I vote yes," said Alex. "Provided they really understand this is now their home as well. Do you understand this, Sara?"

Sara could only nod her head yes. Finally, she spoke, "I can't speak for Eden, but she's more used to this kind of thing than I am, so I'm sure she'll get it."

"What kind of thing do you mean, dear?" asked Helen kindly.

Sara could only look at Andy. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. Andy nodded to her, and began, "Sara was raised by a single parent. Her dad has never been in the picture, and though he's shown up at a couple of events, he's never actually spoken to Sara. It's only ever been Sara and her mom, so having a larger family around her is a new thing. Eden is used to this type of love and kindness, but it's kind of overwhelming for Sara. It's not bad, it's just new and unknown." He smiled at her. "Does that about cover it?"

She replied by kissing him. As she thought about it afterward, she had no idea what possessed her to do so, but here was this man - her man - saying what she could not say. He was protecting her, not condescendingly, but graciously and lovingly. No one had ever done that for her. She began to cry.

"I think she understands," said Jessica smiling. "Droobie, please take Sara upstairs, we've been too much, I'm afraid. I'll vote for you, little brother. I think I know how you'll vote."

"Yes, Andrew," said his grandmother. "Please take Sara up to your room. We'll see the two of you in the morning."

As they walked up the stairs, Sara had to stop and sit down. This night had rocked her world. Sara Jones-Easley was now an honorary member of a family that included the Vice President of the United States. Now Andy's words to her about meeting people at the cabin made sense. He had opened a whole new world to her, and she realized it was the most Andy thing he could ever do. That, and she loved him. More than she thought possible. She loved him and the family he was a part of. She loved him so much she was ready to ditch her beloved Rangers for the Capitals just because a member of her new family played for them.

Andy sat next to her and rubbed her back. He said nothing, simply leaving her to her thoughts. His phone buzzed, and a text from Ellen informed him she would bring a bottle of sparkling water and a bottle of white wine up to the room and leave it outside the door. Andy smiled, stood up, scooped Sara up, and carried her up to their room.

Andy stood on the balcony of his room enjoying an Alec Bradley Filthy Hooligan cigar. His sister had indeed brought wine and sparkling water, but she and Jess had also brought a bottle of Colonel Taylor bourbon and a bucket of ice. Jess had told him to get his ass out on the balcony while they had some girl time. His first cigar was done, and the talk was still going full bore. He knocked on the door, and Ellen met him with another stick. "It's all good, Droobie. I promise. She's fantastic, by the way." He went back outside, punched and lit this cigar. The smooth cigar and the smooth bourbon went a long way in calming his demeanor.

Andy thought of both his good fortune, and how utterly confused he was. Just hours ago, he had envisioned a life with Eden Adams as his wife. Now, however, Sara Jones-Easley dominated his thoughts. He simply could not get her out of his mind. What this meant for his relationship with Eden, he had no idea. Where in the hell this came from, he had no idea. All he knew was this: Sara was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He felt a sense of peace come over him. That was shocking, but quite welcome.

After a half of this cigar, Jess came outside to talk with him. "She's getting in the shower, Andrew. She's really good, we just threw a lot at her. Being given the keys here is kind of a big deal. I think with all the news tonight, it overwhelmed her. She loves you, by the way."

"She told you that?"

"She didn't need to. Look Drew, I know she told Ellen and Eden she'd back off, but I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm not advocating for a winner-take-all battle here, but she is an amazing woman. Remember, both these young women are only 20. They've got their shit together in a lot of amazing ways, but they're swooning a bit because you're not a total loser."

He laughed at her.

"I mean it. You've got tons going for you, Drew. You know that. They are not used to that -- at all. You are overwhelming them with kindness, and shit together-ness. It's only been 48 hours, and you have 2 more years with them. You may want to tap the brakes. I don't blame any one of you. She's really, really pretty, and oozes hotness. I get it. You're a good-looking dude who hasn't gotten any since your best friend's wedding night over a year and a half ago. They wanted something, you provided it. But I don't think any of you realized how much you may actually really need the others in the equation. She does need you, Drew. And you need her, and Eden, I guess." She paused, "Alex says there's a difference between those who are moving out of something, and those who want to move higher. Though in Russian it sounds much prettier," she smiled.

"OK, but how does that relate to this?" he asked her confusedly.

"Eden's family is really accomplished. If the two of you get married, there would be all the expectations of a power couple. You'd probably have to go into politics, or something equally Alpha. You couldn't just be Andrew and have a smoking hot wife and raise your kids -- which, by the way, is really all Alex wants to do. Play hockey, retire, and then raise and coach our kids. Sara, on the other hand, would be happy to be a damn good attorney, probably a public defender if I read her temperament right, and have your children. The two of you would be really happy, Drew. Your kids would be smart, cute as hell, and be the best athletes on any team they're on. You could teach classics, or go back to Groton and teach and coach if you wanted to. Grandma is just dying for one of us to move back into the house so that four generations of the family can say they were raised there. It's her dream, Drew."

"So, you think Eden wants to move up, and Sara wants to move out?"

"Bingo," she smiled. "For a guy that got himself blown up, you do catch on quickly."

"I don't know, 'Sica," he jibed. "Eden doesn't strike me as a social climber."

"She may not be, but trust me when I tell you: Sara would be overjoyed with you and our family. I know that baffles the mind, but it's true. Look, Droobie, the one man who was supposed to tell her that he loved her won't even speak to her. That's some really damaging shit. Her mom must be an amazing woman, because Sara is strong as hell. You come along and treat her the way she should be treated, but never has been. Here's how I know she loves you and Eden: she's willing to turn her back on the one thing she needs so that you and her best friend can have a life together. That's way heavier than what you did for Mikey and Priya."

Andy drew on his cigar and thought over what his sister had just unleashed on him. "So, what do I do now?"

"Well, take a shower and brush your teeth. I never understood the cigar thing. Then, don't wear her out too much tonight, we're taking her to breakfast tomorrow morning with Grandma, and then we're going shopping in Freeport. You and Alex will skate in the morning, and then sail with Grandpa in the afternoon. We'll meet you for dinner somewhere, I think."

Andy hugged his sister. "Thanks, Jess. I owe you one."

"I know you do. It's what big sisters do, little brother. I love you, Droobie. I'm glad you found this girl." She kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight."

Andy let himself into the bathroom and quickly, but thoroughly, brushed his teeth. He did not want to find out the hard way that Sara did not appreciate cigar breath. He gargled some mouthwash, and then stepped into the shower.

"It took you long enough. Don't you know a damn fine woman who is in love with you is waiting for you in your shower, Droobie?" she asked mockingly. Her back was turned to him. Andy could hear the smile in her voice. She was taunting him. Her hands were on the shower walls, and she had spread her legs apart. She pushed her ass back at him, and he could see the mouthwatering sides of her breasts as they hung past the sides of her body.

Andy stepped in, and slapped her playfully on her glorious backside. "Oh, I knew it. I was just waiting for all the hens to stop clucking so the rooster could crow."

"So, that's what I am? Just a hen for your cock to play with?"

The vision of Sara was so glorious, and the mellowing effect of the cigar and bourbon were such that he was hard as a rock upon entering the shower. In one swift motion, he entered her from behind.

Sara yelped, and drew a long breath in.

Andy stopped. "Sara, I'm sorry did I hurt you?" He began to withdraw from her velvet warmth. She reached behind her and grabbed him, stopping his motion.

"No, you just feel so damn good, Andy. This whole thing is confusing as hell, but three things I know: I love you and Eden; your family is awesome; and your dick will ruin me. I asked for that, and goodness knows I want it. I guess four surprises in one night is my limit, though."

They both laughed. Andy slowly began to pump in and out of Sara's luscious body.

"I'm glad we have some time just you and I," said Andy huskily.

"Me too. I just wish we could spend all of it doing this. I mean, I really like your sisters and your grandmother, but I love that dick. I love the way you give it to me baby," she purred.

She turned her face to him, and the two kissed passionately. Andy moved his hands from her hips and began to fondle her enormous tits. "Mmm," she moaned. "I love it when you play with my breasts."

"That's good," he chuckled, "because I like playing with them."

He gave two hard thrusts, and then abruptly pulled out of her.

"Don't tease a girl. Once you start giving it to me, you gotta finish me off," she pouted.

"Oh, I will. But I made a promise to Eden. She wanted us to actually make love. Since this was the room you requested, I don't want to finish here. I want your lovely self in the bed."

"Since when did you only have one go in you?"

"True. But it's been a long day and I'm so much older than you," he quipped. "I don't want to start something and not be able to finish it."

"I turn 21 in two weeks, so you're not that much older than me. Besides, I really want that cock of yours between my breasts. I'm gonna sit down on this bench and you're gonna tit fuck me until you cum. I promise, I'll get you up for round two," she whispered to him. "Round two is when you claim this pussy for your own. It wants you, Andy. I want you. We both want to be yours, to belong to you. Take what's yours."

"On one condition." His words brought her up short. She had grabbed his manhood, and gathered one of her breasts in her other hand. She stopped and looked up at him.

"Seriously? I'm about to give you the tit fucking of your life, and you have a condition?"

He grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. Grabbing her chin, he kissed her deeply.

"Yes. Here it is. I want you to be mine. But I need you to want that too. So, please engage in this thought exercise. I want you to spend the rest of this weekend picturing yourself as my girlfriend. Not one of my girlfriends, as a time-share with Eden. Picture this place as yours, and that you and I have a life together. I really want you to picture yourself as Mrs. DeGroat, but I don't want to freak you out. I love you, Sara. I want you to be the most kick-ass version of you that you can be. I'd also like to think that includes you being Mrs. Sara DeGroat, but I might be wrong there. You are amazing, and the thought of spending my life with you fills me with -- not just joy, but a weird sense of peace. It took me just about two cigars to figure that out. You both excite me and make me feel at ease. I've never had that before. I'll be damned if I let you bow out because you want to be a good friend to Eden."

Sara looked at him with her mouth agape. Finally, she spoke.

"What about Eden?"

"Eden is amazing. But I mean it, Sara. Eden is exciting, but I don't feel the kind of ease around her that I do with you. I spent 5 years killing people -- literally. There's not a lot of peace that comes with that. You bring me that. My grandfather told me he worked through Vietnam by pursuing truth, love, and beauty. I feel like I need to add peace to that. Selfishly, you bring that, so damn right I want you."

Sara began to cry, and she clung to Andy, burying her head in his chest. After a bit, she was able to speak.

"Andy, no one has ever said the things to me that you do. I know my mom loves me, and she's told me that. She shows me that. But I think sometimes my mom is skeptical of me. I get it. She didn't really know my dad aside from screwing him one night, so there's half of the Sara cocktail she's in the dark on. You've never doubted me." She began to cry again.

"Shh," Andy said. "Sara, let's dry off and go to the balcony and talk." Sara didn't speak, she only nodded her head.

Andy turned the water off, stepped out and grabbed a towel for Sara. As they both dried off, he grabbed a robe off the back of the door, and turned to hand her one.

"Give me a second, OK? I'll be out in just a minute, I promise. I brought my lingerie for you, and I really want to wear it. I love you, Andy."

He kissed her softly, and went out to the balcony.

True to her word, Sara came out to the balcony. It was late, so the air on the ocean front was cool. He pulled her to him, and they sat down on the padded chaise lounge. She sat between his legs, with her back to him.

"Baby, here's what scares me," she began. "In the two days I've known you, my whole world has been turned upside down. I feel like I'm going to walk into practice on Monday and none of my teammates will know me. You give me a sense of peace too, baby. I've been Sara the bad ass chick from Brooklyn -- so don't mess with me, or my girl Eden. It's worked, but you've shown me something entirely different. I'm Sara -- a woman in love with a wonderful man. A man who loves and respects me. A man who protects me -- not because I asked him to, but because he wants to."

"You don't really need protecting," added Andy.

"Baby, that's where you're wrong. I do -- and so do you. That's what's so great about us. We protect one another. We do it not out of a sense of possession, but out of love. When you made love to me in the bathroom, it was like my whole life was leading up to that one moment. You weren't just my first, and a great screw -- you -- I know this sounds cheesy, but you really do complete me. I couldn't let myself really dwell on that, because I figured the prep school stud from Beacon Hill would end up with the Amazon ballerina from an equally Alpha prep family. Your worlds are more alike. But that's what I didn't understand. Really, our worlds are more alike. Then, to top it all off, I met your family. Andy, they're amazing! I've never had anything like that, but now I know what I want. I want you. I want a life with you. I love Eden, and would never want to hurt her, but this is my life."

She kissed him.

"So, how do we proceed?"

"Well, I'll call Eden in the morning and tell her," said Sara.

"Are you sure? I can do that."

"No baby. This needs to come from me. You'll need to talk to her as well, but I need to tell her first."

"Then what?"

"Baby, take me inside and make love to me, please?"

"Absolutely -- but can we talk about that for just a second?"

"Damn boy! I offer you a tit fuck and you stop me. Now, I want you to take me to bed and you want to talk some more? You're going to give a girl a complex," she joked, but only sort of.

"Let me try to explain something to you first. You are the hottest thing I have ever seen, Sara. I mean you just ooze sexiness. Eden herself said that she had not a clue about kissing you, but watching us -- "

"Watching you pound the shit out of me?" she added. Sara was feeling quite horny for her man, and she wanted to get to bed ASAP.

"Right. Well, that was just the hottest thing she had ever seen, so the desire to kiss you and suck on your breast just overcame her. You are amazingly hot, lady."

"If I'm so damn hot, why are we still outside talking?" she joked again.

"I want to make love to you; to go slow and make sure you know how much I love you."

"Mmm. OK, keep talking."

"That's just it. I'm a big guy -- both generally, and well, you know. When I was with Praja or Eden, I was always worried about being too rough. Like, I might hurt them somehow. I could never really cut loose and just give it to them. But not with you, Sara. I could try to pound you into submission, but it would never work. I can cut loose with you, and goodness knows you're so damn sexy I find myself getting overwhelmed by that urge."

"Baby, I love it when you pound me. I love my man, and I love it when he gives it to me," she said huskily.