Anthony
ANTHONY
“THROW THAT ASS back for me, AP. You know I gotta leave soon.”
My fingers gripped the small of her waist as I was getting the pressure off me before I headed to the team hotel. This had become our tradition. Before I headed off to work she helped me get my mind right.
If only people knew she was the reason I was ballin’ out.
She threw her ass back like she was determined to pull my nut out of me. When she started to wind her hips and bounce that ass back, I had to pull out. I shot my release on her ass cheeks and I grunted my way through it as I stroked out my cum on her back.
I fell on the bed next to her trying to get my breathing under control. “What you wearing today?”
She got up on wobbly legs before she went in the closet and walked out a few seconds later. “This.”
She tossed down some leather pants and a cropped Desperados hoodie that was customized with my number on it.
For her not to know anything about game day fits, Phro was killing it every time she stepped out.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of their age or the publicity they’d both garnered but people had clocked whatever outfit her and Sterling wore for the week.
There was an entire page dedicated to the Desperados WAGS and everyone from Parker’s girls to the wives of the scout team members were on it.
The media team started having them pose for pictures to ensure their outfits were captured.
Parker was floating the idea of using the women to help advertise a new line of women’s merchandise for the team.
“Fire as always. Let me get out of here before we go for another round.”
I sat up and stretched as she came and eased down on my lap. I rubbed her thighs as they sheltered mine. I couldn’t resist kissing between her breasts before nipping her nipples as her hands went to my braids.
“Beat his ass tomorrow. That wide receiver been talking shit all week. Like you ain’t a damn shutdown corner. He'd better not get over fifty yards.”
I grinned hearing her coach me up before it was time for me to get up. “I hear you and I love you. Don’t make me fuck somebody up for looking at you too hard.”
“You and your bitch ass brother think y’all something special.”
This nigga was still running his fucking mouth like I hadn’t had my foot on his neck this whole game.
He’d only gotten sixteen yards and it was already the third quarter.
He could make a big play at any time so I wasn’t going to ease up on him.
Which is why he was walking back to his side of the field running his mouth since he couldn’t run his fucking legs.
“We don’t got to think it; we know that shit, fuck outta here.” I tossed my hand toward the scoreboard so that muthafucka could catch the highlight of the bomb Grant threw to Choo for a sixty-seven yard touchdown.
“Oh, for real? When I put up three touchdowns on you, are you going to bet on that shit too?”
I was confused by his joke but I brushed it off because people just say random shit.
“You funny. I get my money on and off the field and don’t have to do illegal shit. Now you might be the muthafucka they gotta watch. How many women you got pregnant right now?”
“Fuck you, nigga. Keep on and that tennis bitch will be on my dick next.” He grabbed his shit like I gave a damn and I just laughed him off.
“That’s supposed to bother me? You bagged bitches who needed you, I bagged a baddie who wants me. Big difference, nigga. Nothing you say can shake me. Now let’s see if you get this ball.”
He went back and got in position and I dropped back to mine.
Coby called out the play and I nodded with my eyes trained on the wideout.
He motioned to the opposite side and I trailed him across the formation before the ball was hiked and he took off.
I backpedaled before shifting my hips ,eyeing where the QB was going to throw the ball.
When he got close to me, I kept up with his ass stride for stride and reached back just as he jumped up and I knocked that ball out of his hands.
We both hit the ground but momentum kept me moving and I rolled over, jumping in the air. I flexed my arms in a bodybuilder biceps flex before I turned to Miles Carter and mugged his ass.
“Say something now, bitch!”
He got up off the ground waving me off as whistles blew signaling the end of the play. “Fuck outta here!”
“Talking all that shit. Focus on your damn craft instead of trying to shake me. You can’t shake me!” I slapped my chest still talking shit because I was tired of his mouth.
“Yeah, okay watch this next play.”
“You been saying that all night and I been on your ass!”
I was laughing because just like the last play he was going to overthink that shit and make a mistake. Telling me he was gonna get the ball was just gone have me on his ass harder. If he beat me one on one I’d have to eat my words. But he had to do that shit first.
“Fuck you, bitch!” His hands went to my chest and I laughed that shit off and waved at him.
“Awww you can’t catch the ball so you’d rather throw a fit. Shit, tell your QB to put me in. I got better hands than you.”
His ass went to grab my face mask and tried to fling me to the ground and I knew shit was about to get wild.
His dumb ass was hitting me with my helmet on and I leaned back, forcing him to lose his grip and kicked him in his damn chest. I was ready to swing on his ass but I was lucky Meeks from the D-line yanked my ass up.
The last thing I wanted to do was get tossed out of the game.
“I’m good! His stupid ass gonna sprain his damn hands hitting me with my helmet on like a fool.
Maybe he’ll use that as the excuse for how he played like shit today!
” I hollered that shit over my teammates hoping Carter heard it.
The way he was flexing his hand I knew he’d hurt that shit trying to be tough.
Meeks big ass kept walking me back to the sideline by keeping his body between me and the field. The refs were convening to one side probably trying to figure out who the hell was getting flagged.
“I thought your ass was gone brawl.”
“Once I put my foot on his ass I was good. He was the fool over there hitting a damn helmet with his fist. This shit is a chess match and that muhfucka playing Tic Tac Toe.”
“Bruh, you good?” Coby hustled over to check on me and I gave him a nod.
“Ready to put it to bed.”
“Carter’s ass on the sideline in the medical tent. Stupid ass. You probably gone get fined though.” Coby acted like he didn’t understand I didn’t give a fuck.
“I’ll take that. He wasn’t gone keep talking shit. He lucky that damn donkey kick was all he got.”
When it was all over we had a penalty but they had two so it was a net positive for us.
I happily sat my ass on the bench for the next round of plays so I could refocus.
We won and I was ready to get to the tunnel to see my baby.
She had made it a habit to wait there for me and I knew she was gonna have something to say about the fight.
Sure enough, she was there waiting on me with her hands on her hips. The black leather joggers flowed well into the black stiletto boots she wore. The cropped hoodie she wore showed off the flatness of her stomach. She looked good as hell but that frown on her face had me worried.
“You good?”
I gave her a kiss as I waited on her to answer.
“There ain’t no nigga about to mess up what I got going on in life.
He can talk all that shit he wants to. Tried to speak on everything he thought I was going to react from.
I kicked his ass off me and if the league got a problem with that I’ll argue the fine. For right now I’m chillin’.”
She nodded but I knew she was still worried about me getting in trouble. “As long as you say you’re good that’s all I care about.”
“Listen, I was going to put him on his ass and then I remembered that I didn’t have to worry about that shit. It’s water off a duck's back. He can say whatever he wants, but I can back my shit up. I gotta get changed and go for press. Soon as I’m done we’ll head to Rye and Ant’s, okay?”
“Alright.”
I kissed her again before heading into the locker room and grabbing a shower.
I put my suit back on and packed my stuff up.
I knew everyone was going to ask about the situation with Carter so when I sat down behind the mic I was ready for it.
I’d had a solid game outside of that but how I played wouldn’t be the focus.
I was annoyed with myself about that but I couldn’t change it.
“Anthony, what was that with Miles Carter?”
These lights were bright as hell and I was ready to just get done with this so I could go.
As grateful as I was for being a part of the media’s interest because of how I was playing, I didn’t want to spend a bunch of time rehashing my play when I’d be doing the same thing on Monday during film with people that actually mattered.
This question was one reason I needed them to end this as quickly as possible.
I heard my brother shift but I didn’t bother to glance at him.
I already knew he had a scowl on his face because he couldn’t help but be protective of me.
This question was bullshit so I was going to take it as the joke it was.
I grinned not because the joke was laughable but because I didn’t want her to think anything serious was going on.
“What you mean?”
“There was a lot of jawing on the field and then he tried to take your helmet off.”
I hated that she was the one to ask this question because people already tried to discount women in sports as it was. This type of question was messy and had nothing to do with sports. It was some sensationalized bullshit I’m sure her people put her up to.
“Some people can’t handle the pressure of the moment.” I left it at that trying to keep from disparaging dude because if he kept on yapping after this I was gone find his ass and show him why he shouldn’t have.