Chapter 1 #2
The slight frown she’d been wearing morphed into a sly smile.
She rested her palms on my arms before stepping back and interlocking our fingers together.
I said a silent thank -you that a potential argument had been averted, as I let her walk ahead of me a little so I could get a view of how her ass jiggled ever so slightly with each step.
It was her ass that had caught my attention the first time I saw her dance, and three years in, I remained mesmerized watching the way it moved.
When we got to the car, I tossed my bag on the back seat of her F-Pace before sliding onto the plush caramel-tone leather
passenger seat. Once we got on the road, I laid my hand on her thigh, rested my head back, and replayed the game over in my
head, going through what we did well, and mistakes made.
“You over there nitpickin’.”
“What?”
She cut her eyes at me then returned them to the road. “You. I know you’re over there thinking about what plays you may have
messed up on. Stop, and just enjoy the win.” She covered my hand and gave it a squeeze.
Chuckling softly, I lifted her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. “You’re right, I’ll worry about that tomorrow. Tonight
is about us.” I winked and she giggled in response.
Under the sporadic passing streetlights, I lightly trace the designs on her nails. Like with her hair, she’d had them done
in team colors, with the artwork on her left ring finger being a mini replica of my jersey, and on the right was the Cannons
logo, but underneath was a little trophy. Her nail tech had done an amazing job, and Sasha had been so excited to show them
off to me. Initially, I thought the trophy addition was bad luck, but she said she was claiming it for me and for the team.
Putting the win into the universe. I wasn’t really into all that, but I didn’t rain on her parade and I appreciated her being
in it and supportive. I kissed her palm again before linking my fingers with hers and resting our joined hands back on her
thigh. Whatever she’d put out into the universe was clearly working, and it needed to keep going for one more game.
We made it home, and Vuitton jumped at Sasha’s ankles as soon as we entered the house.
I didn’t mind the tiny dog. He mostly did what I intended him to do, which was give her company and be something to focus her energy on when I was gone, but he was an attention whore, and sometimes I hated having to compete with him.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me before she could bend to pick up the tiny, spoiled animal, which would result in her ignoring me for the next hour at least.
“What happened to us celebrating?” I spoke the words against the soft skin just below her ear.
She placed her hand over mine while pushing her plump ass into me. The high of the game had basically worn off, but some residual
energy remained, and I wanted to use it in the best possible ways.
“We are, baby, but he’s been alone for a while, and you know he ain’t used to that. Let me just give him a treat and some
cuddles, then you get my full attention.” She turned in my arms, slinking hers around my neck. Sasha smiled before giving
me a quick kiss and freed herself from my embrace.
“You know it’s a little fucked up I’m second to him, right?”
Sasha picked up the tiny Yorkie, who was decked out in clothing matching his namesake. “You only have yourself to blame.”
I shook my head and carried my bag up to our bedroom while she went about talking to him on the way to the treat drawer.
I’d gotten her the pet a year ago when she’d been again complaining about how much time she spent alone and had once again brought up the talk of children.
Vuitton had given me a temporary reprieve, at least from the latter part, but sadly that particular point had circled back around since we’d met Khadijah and her pregnant sister at the start of the season.
Trying to curb the talk was getting harder, but I looked on the bright side—until we were on the same page, at least an “oops” wasn’t a possibility. Team lesbian for the win.
Light flooded the room when I flipped the switch. I dropped my bag at the entrance of the closet before plopping down onto
our king bed. As I lay staring up at the coffered ceiling, weariness started to settle into my body. I was fucking tired.
The season had been hard, and I’d pushed myself more to make sure I was showing up and doing my part for the team. It was
starting to catch up to me. I closed my eyes and blew out a long sigh. Though I loved my job, having only a couple weeks off
before heading overseas to play added to my overall fatigue. But I had to handle business to make sure everything was taken
care of because that was the responsibility I signed up for.
But I was fucking tired . . .
My breathing started to slow as her muffled voice and his high-pitched barks seemed to get more distant.
“I know you ain’t fallin’ asleep on me.”
I popped my eyes open as Sasha crawled on top of me. “Not at all, baby.”
“Good.” She placed her hands on the bed on either side of my face and leaned in for a kiss. A real proper kiss that we’d refrained
from sharing at the arena because I did not need us ending up on sound bites—enough of our relationship had played out in
the media streets as it was.
I slid my palms up her thick thighs until I grabbed her ass, moaning against her lips as she slipped her tongue into my mouth.
Her intention was clear and determined. She’d put me off, but the way she rocked against me as our mouths worked together
let me know she was ready to give me her full attention.
I squeezed and massaged her ass, and our mouths remained connected, moving in a well-choreographed tango. She was soft, tasted sweet and smelled of jasmine, an invigorating combination that chased away the sleepiness that had tried to settle in. Sasha pulled away, smiling down as she straddled me.
She was so fucking sexy. Her normally light brown eyes were so filled with lust they damn near looked black. I couldn’t resist
running my hands up her sides until I cupped her breasts and used my thumbs to circle her hard nipples, which poked out behind
the tight fabric of her bodysuit. She arched her back, moaning at the contact.
I repeated the action, pinching slightly, which elicited a low hiss from my sexy wife. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Slowly, she leaned forward. “You,” she said softly before pressing her lips to mine. “All I ever want is you.”