Chapter 14
I secretly loved the way Jaxxon handled my body, but I would never admit it to him.
Instead, I played up the idea that I was pissed at him for leaving me all wet, hot, and bothered.
I knew he was upset with me, but damn. I didn’t expect him to deny me, especially when I whimpered and cried.
But he did. And since I wasn’t one who needed a lot of redirection or correction to change an undesired behavior, I promised myself that I would think long and hard before I tried to keep something important from him again.
It was the first game of the regular season.
Our families—his parents, his siblings, my mother and my siblings—were all coming to the game.
Jaxxon rented a party bus to transport us, and even Kelcie came over and rode to the game with us.
He would’ve happily rented us a suite, but his family liked the atmosphere of being in the stands.
My family didn’t have a preference; they were just happy to be there.
Once we got the family settled in their seats, Kelcie and I went closer to the field to get some pictures.
She’d decided the season before that she would be the official Coyote wives’ photographer.
Taking pictures of the wives’ game-day fashion and posting it on social media.
And I had to admit that the Coyotes had some of the most fashionable wives in the league.
“I’m starting with you,” Kelcie told me. “The others will either drift over here, or we’ll head up to the suites to get some shots. You look too cute.”
I had spent a lot of time putting together the perfect outfit for the season opener.
I wanted to be cute, but I also wanted the outfit to be functional.
If Jaxxon had a good game, I wanted to be able to act a fool without showing too much or being restricted by fabrics.
I felt like my denim pleated mini skort and custom bedazzled navy blue and dusty orange cropped T-shirt were perfect.
My pointy-toe boots were made of a denim material and had a three-inch heel.
I fingered the diamond encrusted chain that bore Jaxxon’s number, seventeen.
Then, out of habit, I touched the diamond studs in my ears. I was ready.
“Thanks, chica.” I gave her a smile. “Let’s do it.”
The game started off close. During the first and second quarters, defense ruled, keeping the score low with the Richmond Royalty up by a field goal.
I didn’t know what the coach said to the Coyotes during half-time, but whatever it was, it worked.
The team came back out on the field and went bananas.
Somebody took the cuffs off Travis, because he was letting the ball soar.
And it seemed like every time he released it, Jaxxon was right there, completing the pass and running for the first down.
Kelcie and I were up and down, out of our seats and hugging each other after every play. My throat was sore from screaming.
I wasn’t the girl who dated the football player in high school or college.
Yes, Jaxxon had been my best friend forever, but I wasn’t at every one of his games.
Sometimes, Jaxxon had really jealous girlfriends who didn’t appreciate our relationship and tried to ice me out.
I never let any of those broads push me out of the picture, but I would fall back out of respect for their situationship.
Whatever.
It was different cheering your husband on.
It was different watching him do something that he enjoyed so much and have success at it.
Jaxxon was a beast on the field. He played every down like it was the most important down in the game.
He gave every single play 100 percent, and it showed.
It made me proud. It made me proud to know him.
It made me proud to belong to him. It made me proud to love him.
At the final whistle, the home team crowd erupted in celebration of the victory. I hugged almost everybody in our section, accepting their congratulations and their praise on how well Jaxxon played. I fingered the diamond encrusted number seventeen that sat at my throat.
Kelcie grabbed my bicep, pulling my attention to her. “Look.” She pointed toward the field. “He’s calling for you.”
Jaxxon was waving me down from the stands. I made my way down, being careful, because the last thing I needed was to tumble from the stands and end up viral on everybody’s socials.
When I made it to him, I jumped in his arms and noisily kissed his cheek.
“Great game, baby! I’m so proud of you! You and Travis did y’all’s things.”
He pulled me close, and even though he was wet with sweat, I let him. Before we could talk more, a reporter and her cameraman appeared in front of us.
“Jaxxon McKissick, today’s season opener was your first game with the Coyotes, and what a game it was. You caught nine passes from QB Travis Woodson and ran for a total of one hundred and eighty-eight yards. What do you think contributed to such an impressive debut?”
Jaxxon draped his arm around my shoulder before answering. “I think a couple of things contributed to my success on the field today. The first one being the coaching staff of the Coyotes. When you have good leadership, great things can happen.
“The second would be my relationship with Travis. Most people know this, but he was my roommate back in college. We set the record that still stands at Tubman A. we were next-door neighbors.
” He winked. “But not in the Love & Basketball way. She’s been in my corner since we were young, and her support means everything.
Just having her backing me up and standing beside me, . . . that means everything.”
Later that night, after the dishes from the meal our moms had cooked had been cleaned and put away, and the family members had gone—after the sun had set and Jaxxon had taken a shower—I sat naked in position in the middle of our bedroom.
I could hear the surprise in his voice when he said, “Baby.”
I didn’t respond.
“Get up, sweetheart, and come sit on my face,” he told me.
It didn’t take much for me to make his wish my command. I climbed in the bed and positioned myself so that my pelvis hovered over his face.
He inhaled me deeply. “My favorite girl. I missed her.” He spoke directly into my center, the vibration of his breath causing a little tremor from me. One of his hands encircled each of my thighs and lowered me onto his mouth.
“Oh my.” I moaned, my eyes instantaneously rolling to the back of my head and my toes curling to the point where I felt they might stay that way for the rest of my life. “Oh my.” My hands were gripping the top of the headboard, my arms shaking violently.
I wasn’t sure whether Jaxxon was aware of the fact that he was about to send me into cardiac arrest or not, because he was putting in work.
His tongue made love to my folds as he hummed out his enjoyment.
When he attached himself to my clit and sucked hungrily, my body surrendered, and I poured what I knew had to be buckets of cream into his waiting mouth.
My legs trembled, explosions took place behind my eyes, and feelings of pure bliss coursed through my body causing contractions in my vagina and in my stomach.
I moaned out my praise of his skills in combination with his name until I was finally able to regain control of my body’s functions.
“That was not fair,” I panted out, once I was able to roll off of him. “You know I need my legs to walk, right?”
“You’re funny.” He chuckled before instructing me. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I barely had a chance to get myself situated before he slid into me.
“Shit. This is my favorite place on earth.” His words sounded like a hiss.
My vagina clenched around him, holding him prisoner in a pool of warm wetness.
My head dropped down onto the mattress, and I tooted my ass up in the process.
“Arch your back, Baby.”
I arched my back, and he attacked the coochie like he was holding a grudge against it.
“Yes.” He felt so good that I couldn’t help but to moan out, which seemed to encourage him to go deeper but slower. He was giving me the death strokes that he knew drove me crazy. “Yes, boo. Oh my God, yes.”
He held my hips, pulling me against the dick—each powerful thrust autographing his name on my inner walls, like Jaxxon was here .
“Rub your clit, Baby. Take yourself to the next level,” he coached before leaning over and biting down on my right shoulder, causing me to tremble.
I picked up the speed I was throwing the ass back at him. I was fucking him at a pace that I set until he caught up with me and repositioned my hips in his hands.
“It’s so good, Baby,” he told me. “Your pussy’s like paradise. I could stay here forever. I love you.”
My face was buried in the pillow, so I was sure he could only make out my whimpers and not my words. He plowed into me, clearly chasing his orgasm. I was chasing mine, too.
In and out.
In and out.
I found my relief before he found his, whining and pressing my ass aggressively back on his pelvis.
The eruption shot into me without warning, coating my insides and filling me up.
“Shit,” he muttered. His dick continued to pump loads into me.
I collapsed onto the bed.
When his balls were finally empty, he fell onto the bed beside me. “I love you, Skyy. I promise on everything that I’m yours.”
“I’m yours, too.” I rolled over and snuggled into his chest. “I’m yours forever.”