Eternal Blossom

Following Matt to one of the practice areas, she was glad he had grabbed both of their gold bags, as the bag was heavy, and the sight of his impressive muscles put to work was something she was definitely enjoying. Aiyana licked her bottom lip as she gazed at his large biceps flexing as he put the bags down finally.
“Alright, so for a long drive, you’;; need to..” Matt began before Aiyana cut him off, “Woah there, cowboy. How about first, you just teach me how to hit the stupid thing instead of tearing up the lawn?” Matt chuckled and ran a hand over the back of his neck, “Sorry, guess I just get a little excited.” Aiyana laughed loudly and shook her head in a dismissive manner. “You’re good, Matt. I just don’t think I’m going to be testing wind if the ball won’t even move.” Rayne patted Matt on the back comfortingly, “Look, big guy, she needs all the help she can get. She’s hopeless. How about you show her the stance and how to swing the putter first?”
His sheepish grin turned into a big smile at that point. As he got into position with his club, he spoke through how each joint should be held of relaxed. Aiyana saw Rayne standing at the next putting placement attempting to mimic Matt’s posture, and she just grinned. She was trying to listen, but he was she attractive, and his voice such a nice deep baritone that she caught herself checking him out and subconsciously biting her lips. He sure had a nice ass, and that hair! Did Aiyana mention she had a thing for long hair on guys? She wanted to knock that cap off so she could run her hands through his lightly wavy brown locks. Wondering just how soft the apex of his neck and shoulder would be against her full lips, she saw he was looking at her expectantly, one dimple showing as if he had asked her something. His eyebrow arched, and she realized she was busted.
Laughing, Aiyana decided to go ahead and own up to it, so she shrugged as she replied, “Sorry, I got distracted. You’ve got some sinfully beautiful hair. I couldn’t help it.” A faint blush dusted Matt’s cheeks, and instantly upon realizing the faint warm rush to his face, his brows pulled together. Wait. A blush? Matt Sanders did NOT blush, he scolded himself. So she was an attractive woman. So what? He’d been hit on plenty of times. He knew he was so called ‘handsome’ according to many women screaming his name and asking him to father their children. Why did she manage to get a rise out of him, or any reaction for that matter?
Suddenly feeling himself wrapped in a hug and a pair of breathtakingly full tits pressed into his arm, he looked down, shocked as he realized Aiyana was hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she murmured, not raising her eyes to meet his. He shook his head at himself and moved the arm trapped between them to lay it over her shoulder, pulling her into his side to return the hug. “You didn’t embarrass me. You just.. I don’t know. I’m comfortable around you and I don’t even know you. It surprised me.” Aiyana nodded and pulled back from the hug. “I know what you mean. I don’t just share my Jack with anyone.” She winked and took his club from him. “Come on, show me how to nail this bastard.”
Chuckling at her choice of words, he placed his hands on her shoulders after setting up a ball so he could position her. “Relax.” He spoke softly as he shook her shoulders back and forth slightly to get her to stop standing so rigid. When his hands brushed the tan skin of her shoulders, he marveled at how smooth it was. Nodding, Aiyana attempted to relax her shoulders, and took a deep breath. That same breath caught in her throat as Matt placed his hands on her hips, pulling them back slightly, his index fingers brushing lightly over the skin of her waist that showed between her pants and tank. His action caused shivers to run down her spine, and she wasn’t certain why she hadn’t decked him yet.
“Alright, line it up and swing, just like I showed you,” Matt told her after demonstrating a swing.
Taking another breath, Aiyana pulled her arm back and swung. She actually connected with the ball, and it flew a few yards. It didn’t fly straight, but the motherfucker flew! Raising her arms in triumph, she heard Matt say, “Duff.” Raising her eyebrow at him, she started to open her mouth when he continued, catching her body language as her hand moved to her hip. “Woah there, killer. A duff is when the ball doesn’t go far, and it’s a bad shot. However, you hit it!” Aiyana laughed, and dropped her hand from her hip.
Rayne took a swing then, and the ball sailed off to bounce out with the other great shots. “Hey, Matt, you even helped my game! Thanks!” Rayne looked at her watch and paled, “Shit, Aiya, we gotta go. You gotta be at the shop in about 45 minutes.” Aiyana looked down at the ground and groaned. “I don’t want to go tattoo him, Ray! He smells like he fell off the back of a fertilizer truck!”
Matt grinned at Rayne, nodding in congratulations, and started putting his clubs up before his head whipped around. Had he just heard right and Rayne was a tattoo artist? “You sling ink,” he asked her.
“Yeah, I might dabble a bit. I do a lot of things.” Winking at him, Aiyana put her club away and lugged the bag onto her shoulder, before giving him a hug, knowing that they had to get going. “Thanks for making my Scottish ancestors proud, guy.”He laughed as he hugged her back. Quickly, he took the bag from her shoulder and nodded to the parking lot. “Come on, I’ll walk you guys to your car. This shit’s heavy.”
Aiyana smiled, and pretended to hold up her dress as she curtsied, “Why thank you, kind sir. I don’t know how I would have ever managed.” Rayne laughed, and drug her bag behind her. She’d been smart when she bought her bag, and it had wheels on the bottom. Noting that Rayne wouldn’t need his help, he followed Aiyana to the car, wondering how he could ask for her number without coming off like a creep.
Once to the car, Rayne opened the hatch back and started putting their things in. Aiyana walked over to him and stood up on her tip toes. “So,” she said, rocking back on her heels, “what cha doin’ tonight?” Matt looked down at her and smirked. God, those blue eyes peered right into his soul, and her pert little nose made him want to kiss the tip of it. “I don’t know. Probably grabbing some dinner and playing a little Call of Duty.”
“Oh fuck, now you’ve done it.” Rayne grumbled from the back as she closed the hatch. Instead of saying anything else when Matt looked over at her in querry, she held her hands up as if to say, ‘none of my business’ and got into the passenger seat of the car.
“Well, if you happen to be picking up dinner around Black Dragon Tattoo, and have your console in your car, stop in. I’ll kick your ass for a few rounds.” Aiyana winked, leaned up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek, and then turned to get into the car. Matt looked at her back in shock for a moment. He was used to girls being forward to the point of crudeness, but not passive interested like she was. Grinning to himself, he nodded. “Alright. I might show up so I can teach you more than just how to swing a club.”
“Oh honey, that’s not the only thing I can swing,” Aiyana said over her shoulder as she swung her hips a little wider before striking a dramatic pose as she opened the car door. Matt laughed loudly, and then wolf whistled at her. “See you later, Aiyana.”

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