Chapter 7
“Spill it, sis, and I want all the details,” she said as soon as the door closed behind us.
“Are you—”
“Wait. Before I sit down, have y’all been fucking on this bench?”
She was referring to the bench in front of my bed, and we had used it numerous times for our dirty deeds by this point.
“Umm, you might want to sit on the floor.”
“Skye! Are you for real?”
The mixture of shock and disgust on her face was hilarious, as if she and Kilo didn’t christen every room and surface when they moved into their new home.
“I am. Sit on the ottoman. We haven’t christened that yet.”
She shook her head as she eased onto the ottoman. I sat on the bench she’d decided to steer clear of.
“I’m listening.”
Before I could give her those details, I had to be honest about the feelings I’d had for Knox for some time and had kept to myself for months.
“Knox has occupied real estate in my mind for months. In other words, I haven’t stopped thinking about him since our date,” I confessed, and it felt good to come clean to my best friend.
“Girl, what? If you say y’all been messing around for a year, I’m really gon’ be questioning our friendship, and not on some joke shit.”
“I told you it started a few weeks ago when he came to give me a consultation for the patio.”
She eyed me suspiciously, as if she were connecting the dots.
“That’s about when you started acting funny and avoiding me. I didn’t see you for at least four days after his first visit.”
“You want to know why?”
I grabbed my phone and went to the pictures I’d taken of my neck and chest. I gave her my phone, and her eyes widened almost immediately.
“Damn, sis. He definitely left his mark. I can’t imagine how much makeup you had to use to cover all that.”
She gave me back my phone.
“It was ridiculous, and I’ve requested he not do that again.”
“If he’s anything like his brother, good luck. Sis, I got questions. Why didn’t you tell me you liked him?”
“Umm, because I’m a thirty-seven-year-old woman. What do I look like, liking somebody?”
She frowned. “I didn’t know you had to stop liking people at a certain age, but go off.”
“You know what I mean. Saying it out loud . . .”
“Forced you to deal with your feelings?”
She hit the nail on the head.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“What made you finally decide to woman up and stop living in denial?”
“First of all, just because I didn’t tell you doesn’t mean I was in denial.”
“It does, but we got a lot to cover, so we won’t dwell on it.”
“A long and honest talk with my mom.”
“Oh, yeah. I know Mama Sadie got you all the way together and didn’t bite her tongue in the process.”
“Of course, and she gave me a lot to think about.”
“Whatever she said worked, so I don’t need the details of that conversation. Tell me this, and it will be the first and last time I ever ask something of this nature.”
“What?”
“How’s the dick?”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the thought of Knox’s dick.
“Girl! It’s the best I’ve ever had, and you know I’ve had quite a few. And guess what?”
“Just tell me.”
“I sucked his dick without a rubber covering it.”
Her eyes widened. “You did what?”
“You heard me.”
“I did, but all I want to know is if you swallowed.”
“Well . . .”
“Sis, I know you didn’t run to the bathroom and spit it out like an amateur.”
“I can’t lie, the first time, I did. It was so much, and it filled my mouth so fast. I didn’t know what to do.”
“Oh my God. I got secondhand embarrassment. Please tell me you’ve redeemed yourself by now.”
“I would like to think I have because he’s a fan, he’s a fan, he’s a fan!”
We jumped to our feet with a scream, followed by giddy laughter and high fives. It felt good to come clean to my best friend. Since Nyomi and Kilo knew, I’d officially tell my parents soon.
We eventually returned to the living room, still whispering and giggling. Not long after, Knox and I were alone again.
“Back to the game?” he asked.
I shook my head before saying, “Let’s find a movie and cuddle up on the couch.”
I was amazed by how much I enjoyed the simplicity of the evening and looked forward to spending many more days and nights wrapped in Knox’s arms, inhaling his musky scent, and allowing myself to fall in love.
Knox threw the football to me, and I watched it go up in the air, then land perfectly in my arms. I immediately ran in his direction. He was supposed to be blocking me from running into the end zone, but he looked too mesmerized to make a move.
I made it past him and into the end zone before he got snapped out of it. I threw the football to the ground, put my hands on my knees, and twerked to the imaginary beat in my head.
“That was a nice catch. If you promise to twerk every time, I’ll let you get to the end zone every time,” he told me.
“You didn’t let me have anything. You were slacking because you thought I would take it easy on you.”
“Oh, it’s like that?”
“I thought you knew. It’s your turn. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
He chuckled as he jogged a few feet down the field.
“Is this too far?” he asked sarcastically.
“No, nigga. Go farther.”
This time, he went a lot further down the field. He thought I couldn’t throw that far, but I had news for him.
“Are you ready?” I yelled.
He waved his arms and prepared to catch the ball. I slapped the football before sidestepping and throwing it in his direction. He’d moved closer, probably assuming my throw would be short, but had to quickly change directions and just barely caught the ball.
I was ready for him as he ran toward me and the end zone. When he got close to me, I charged in his direction. He tried to get fancy but didn’t realize how quick I was until I moved right along with him. He thought he’d gotten away, but I grabbed his shirt just as he almost slipped past me.
“Play over, buddy! Give it up!” I shouted.
When our running slowed, he let the football fall to the turf and grabbed my waist.
“I didn’t know you had skills-skills, baby. Who taught you to throw like that? I don’t remember you telling me you had a big brother,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“I don’t. You underestimated me, and now you’re losing. My turn.”
I spun out of his arms and ran down the field. Fifteen minutes later, I’d gotten past him into the end zone three more times, and he was only able to slip by me twice.
“I might have to talk to Kilo about getting you on staff. You ran around and through me like it was nothing.”
“I’m a natural, baby. I tried to tell you.”
I sipped from my oversized water bottle with one hand on my hip, sweat dripping from my body. I could feel Knox’s eyes on me, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“You’re fine as fuck, you know that?” he asked before taking a swig of his water, keeping his eyes on me.
I struck a pose and smiled. “You like the sweaty mess you see before you?”
He put his water bottle in his bag and swung it over his shoulder before picking up my bag and doing the same. He grabbed me by the waist again and looked into my eyes as he responded.
“I more than like it.”
This wasn’t the first time he’d indirectly told me he loved me.
“More than like it? What does more than like mean?”
“There’s only one thing after like, but you ain’t ready for that conversation. Let’s go.”
He released my waist, taking one of my hands in his as we headed to the parking lot. I knew where he was going with his statement, but I didn’t press him, because he’d say those three words whenever he was ready.
“Camp starts in a couple of weeks, right?” I asked a few minutes later as he turned onto the road.
“Yeah, and I’m ready to get started. Most of the players we lost weren’t big playmakers, and we got several JUCO transfers, so they’re coming in with more experience than the average high school senior.”
“My dad says he’s never seen more exciting football and is looking forward to the season.”
“Tell him thanks. I’ll make sure he has season tickets.”
“I’m sure he’d love that.”
“It’s the least I can do for my future father-in-law.”
I was already looking at him when he quickly glanced at me, our eyes meeting briefly before his returned to the road. We hadn’t talked about what our future held and had been going with the flow, enjoying each other’s company.
“You don’t have to get all tight-lipped on me, baby. I have no plans on forcing you to marry me,” he said when I didn’t address his comment.
“You won’t have to force me. When the time is right, I’ll marry you willingly,” I admitted, surprising myself.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“I’m sure it’s music to your ears.”
“Hell, yeah.”
We arrived at his condo in about fifteen minutes. Although we spent most nights at my house so he could work on the patio, I loved his condo. I’d always wanted to live in a high-rise apartment in Downtown Black Elm, but I didn’t think it was a good place to raise a child.
“I’ll order breakfast from the spot downstairs. You want to eat on the balcony?” he asked.
“Sounds good.”
I disappeared into his bedroom while he placed our food order. I heard him enter the steam-filled bathroom, and seconds later, the glass shower door opened. I turned my head slightly, and a smile crept onto my lips.
Before I could turn to face him, he brought my back to his chest. His lips met my shoulder, then moved up to my neck as his tongue caressed my skin.
My head fell back onto his chest as his hands worked over my breasts, traveled down to my stomach, then stopped at my pussy. I lifted one of my legs onto the bench, giving his fingers ample room to provide the pleasure I sought.
He slipped two fingers into my pussy and pressed his thumb against my clit. His erect dick was pressed between my back and his stomach, and the feeling of it rubbing against me made my pussy pulse.
“Mmm, shit,” I moaned.
“Make my fingers wet and sticky with your essence. I want it all over my hands so we can lick it off.”
My breathing picked up as my pussy throbbed around his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. I love how obedient your pussy is for me.”
“Knox, baby, I’m—”
“Give me what I want, Skye.”
I released onto his fingers, and he held me up as my legs weakened and my pussy juice covered his hand.
He removed his fingers from my haven, turned me around, and put his middle finger against my lips. I opened my mouth and eagerly sucked.
“I know you taste good, baby, but save some for me.”
With his middle finger still in my mouth, he leaned forward and licked the remnants of me from his index finger. When his fingers were licked clean, he cupped my ass and lifted me onto his dick.
“Argh, fuck!” he groaned, filling me to the brim.
“Shit, Knox. You feel so good every fucking time, baby.”
“Because this pussy was made—for—me.”
He emphasized the last three words with hard thrusts. A few minutes later, we reached our peak but couldn’t bask in the afterglow because our food was on the way.