Chapter 30
R ival
It was too damn early to be up and I was quickly regretting my decision to hit the gym with Jairo. But if I bailed on him again, I would never hear the end of that shit. Between Sail and the number of jobs I had lately, I hadn’t kicked it with my boy in weeks. So I dragged my ass out of bed and got dressed when I really wanted to sleep for a few more hours.
When I entered the kitchen, I found Sailor sitting on the counter with a mug of coffee in hand that I was seriously considering confiscating, but I just couldn’t fuck with it. Coffee wasn’t my thing. Her hair was all over her head and she had on one of my old T-shirts that hung loosely on her body but still had my dick rising. The sight of her chilling like this still hit differently.
My beautiful ass wife…
"Morning.” I dropped my gym bag on the floor and she tracked my movements over the rim of her mug, smiling big as hell because she knew I was not thrilled about being out of bed and functional.
“Up this early on a Saturday?”
"Basketball with Jairo," I reminded her and pushed between her legs. "We have court time at eight."
"That’s right. Boys' day.” She set her mug on the counter and draped her arms around my neck. "How long will you be gone?"
I dropped my hands to her waist and yanked her forward. "Few hours. Why, you gonna miss me?"
"Nope. I'm looking forward to the peace and quiet. Maybe I'll actually get some work done."
I leaned in closer and kissed her. “You’re about to binge watch SVU."
She grinned and shrugged. “They keep me informed on legal tactics and courtroom politics.”
I chuckled and began kissing her neck. “Which means you’re going to miss me because that shit is a joke compared to you.”
"I might miss you a little."
"A little?" I moved my hands up her thighs, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin.
"A very small, tiny bit."
Which was a damn lie based on the way she pushed forward and ground on my dick.
I kissed her again and pushed my tongue in her mouth. She moaned against my tongue before she sucked it and wrapped her legs around my waist.
"I'm going to be late," I muttered against her lips but made no effort to pull away.
"Then be late.”
The rational part of my brain reminded me that Jairo was waiting but with Sailor pressed against me rationality didn’t stand a damn chance.
"You're trouble." I moved my hands beneath her shirt.
"I’m your trouble and you love it.”
“I love you so I fuck with it.”
My fingers brushed over her nipples then tightened around them a few times before they moved down her sides and traced the waistband of her shorts. When she lifted her hips, I tugged them and her panties down and tossed both on the floor.
"I thought you were going to be late."
“I thought you didn’t care…" I spread her thighs wider and brushed my finger over her pussy before I let two fingers sink in.
"I don’t," she breathed then moaned when I pulled them back slowly and pushed in deeper.
"I could stop.”
Her eyes narrowed quick as hell. "And I could kill you, defend myself, and never spend one night in jail."
I chuckled and circled my fingers, slowly gliding them in and out of her while I pushed my hand into my joggers and freed my dick. The counter was the perfect height for a quick fuck that would work in both of our favors. I guided my dick straight into her and groaned when that pussy welcomed me home.
“Fuck, Sail… this is gonna have to be quick but I’ll make up for it later.”
“Make it rough then.”
Gotdamn…
I pulled back and thrust into her hard with one long stroke that had both of us groaning in satisfaction. I gripped her hips tight as fuck and started moving, fast and deep, slamming into her.
Her back arched and her arms tightened around my neck at the same time her head dropped back.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” I grunted, dragging almost all the way out, then slamming back in.
She moaned something incoherent and I pushed her legs wider and sank deeper. Her whole body went tight and she rocked her hips against me, meeting my thrusts.
“Oh fuck, yes…”
My baby was about to let that shit go and lucky for her I was about two strokes from shooting up the spot because thinking I could fuck my wife and be okay with making it quick was a bad idea. I could feel her tightening around me with her body trembling.
"Let that shit go, Sail. I've got you."
She came with a cry muffled against my shoulder as her body arched into mine. The visual, combined with the way her pussy pulsed around me, was enough to trigger my own release. I followed right behind her with a throaty groan, burying myself so fucking deep I felt her tense from how hard I landed. My dick throbbed appreciatively inside her.
When the moment passed, I trailed kisses up her neck, over the curve of her jaw, then pushed my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back and circled her hips, making me smile when I pulled away.
“I’m already late, Sail.”
She smiled and tightened her arms around my neck. “I know.”
“I gotta go.”
“You do.”
We remained locked together, catching our breaths. Neither of us moved and I felt my dick getting hard again. I groaned, easing out of her or we were gonna be here all damn day and Jairo was going to fucking disown me as a friend.
“I got you later.”
I leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, then stepped back, tucking my dick back into my joggers.
After a few more lingering kisses, I reluctantly pulled away.
"Jairo's probably already there wondering where the hell I am."
She hopped down from the counter and flinched, making me smirk.
"I know but you’re going to have to carry me upstairs."
I nodded and lifted her around my waist, carrying her into the bathroom in our room. She started the shower and I cleaned my dick in the sink then changed my clothes so I could head out.
When I was done, I stuck my head in the bathroom to let her know I was leaving. "I'll be back in a few hours."
"I'll be here.”
That shit was simple as hell but so incredibly deep. She was mine. She would be here and I didn’t take that for granted.
B y the time I made it to the gym, Jairo was already on the court, warming up. He grinned and shook his head when I tossed my bag on the bleachers and headed his way.
“You’re late.” He sent a chest pass in my direction.
I caught the ball, shaking my head at his smirk.
"Traffic.”
“Bruh, you were fucking your wife, which is cool and all, but you better not let it slow you down out here.”
"I’m good. We playing or what?"
"We've been waiting on you, muthafucker." He nodded toward the other end of the court where two guys were shooting around.
“Aight bet.”
We hit the court and moved through the first two games easy as hell. By the third I was tired as hell and feeling all fucking thirty-eight years of my life. The two guys we were up against kept bitching and crying about every damn call so I knew I was sitting my ass down after this one.
“Check.” Jairo called and as soon as he had the ball, he moved straight down the middle and pushed past one of them but sent the ball out wide to me which I sent up for a three.
“That’s a travel,” the shorter one barked, wiping his face with his jersey.
“How the fuck I travel and didn’t move? That’s called a three-point shot. Learn the fucking difference.”
The taller one checked the ball in hard. Jairo caught it and smirked.
“Damn bruh, you mad?”
“Run the fucking play,” the guy snapped and got in his face.
Jairo tossed his chin, dribbled low a few times, then passed it to me. I faked left, spun right, caught the edge of his outstretched arm and was off the ground.
Step-back jumper. All net.
“Count ’em,” Jairo yelled, then looked right at ol’ boy.
We were up ten to two, playing to twelve, so the next play was going to be game point. It was time to end this shit.
“I thought y’all said y’all could ball.” I shook my head, amused by how pissed they were. The shorter one pushed past me, making me laugh.
“Fuck you.”
“Nah I got a wife for that, bruh.”
The next play they blocked my shot and finally were able to make a run but my D was on point. So when I tipped the ball, Jairo stole it and darted up the court. He sent a behind the back pass my way and I sent it right back to him with a no-look that was smooth as hell. He caught it mid-stride and slammed with one hand.
The rim rattled. The gym went quiet for a second then they started going in.
“Damnnnnnn, nuts all in yo face, my G!” someone on the sideline yelled. A group of guys near the bench who had been watching started laughing and talking shit.
Jairo jogged up, palming the ball. “Game, muthafuckers!”
“This ain’t the damn NBA. Y’all are doing too much.” The taller one wiped his face again and glared at Jairo who grinned. “You ain’t even that nice with it.”
“We just embarrassed you. Be fucking for real.”
“With that weak ass shit, nah.” He got in Jairo’s face but I stepped between them and shoved ol’ boy back.
“This ain’t that, fam.”
His boy put a hand on his chest fast and tried to defuse the situation. At least he had some damn sense. “Let it go, Dre. Ain’t worth it.”
They both walked off and Jairo laughed. “Pussies.”
I watched them leave the court, snatch up their bags, and push through the exit doors. We grabbed our things and moved to the bleachers on the side of the court. I unzipped my bag and removed two waters, handing him one. After drinking half of mine I wiped sweat from my face with the hem of my shirt.
We sat recovering for a few minutes, watching as another group took the court. It was just after lunch so the gym was filling up, which meant it was about time for us to head out. Too many bodies and too many egos.
"I’m tired as fuck," Jairo said, leaning back on his elbows.
“Shit me too. I barely made it through that last one.”
Our conversation was interrupted by two women who stopped in front of us, both of them smiling too damn big. I already knew where this was going and I wasn’t interested.
"You looked good out there.”
I tossed my chin and focused on the current game but of course Jairo was all in.
“Me or him?”
I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Y’all both did your thing.”
“That’s what’s up.” He nodded.
"You two play here often?"
"When we can.” He stood and walked up on both of them. When one of them dropped her eyes to me, he shook his head. “Don’t waste your time. My boy is very married and very faithful. He’s not interested but I am.”
“His loss.” They focused on him and the conversation continued for a few minutes, ending with Jairo somehow getting both of their phone numbers, promising to let them know when he would be on the court again.
As they walked away, Jairo shook his head, glancing at me with an amused grin on his face. "Your ass is really fucking married. She would have sat on your dick right here in this gym if you asked her to.”
“Probably but that’s not my vibe anymore.”
"Yeah I know and that shit is wild to me but I fuck with it. More for me," he said, leaning back against the bleachers again.
"I don't know if I could do it," he admitted. "One woman, for the rest of my life? That's a long-ass time."
"It's different when it's the right one. Doesn't feel like a sacrifice."
Jairo nodded. "Well, lucky for me I ain’t nowhere near that type of life. Too many options."
I laughed, standing as we were called back to the court for our next game. "Come on, pretty boy. One more game then we’re out.”
"Aight bet. Looks like I got plans later anyway." He sent a text and locked his phone, dropping it back in his bag. I couldn’t do anything but laugh.
Both women were pretty as hell and would have likely been game for whatever I wanted and I wasn’t moved in the least. That further confirmed I was perfectly content with the space I was in.
I also wasn’t going to be that person who pushed all my friends toward marriage just because that was my life. Jairo’s hoe ass damn sure wasn’t ready for that type of commitment and I didn’t want that shit on my conscience. Right now I was about to run through this last game then go home and see how many times I could make my wife cum since I bailed on her this morning.