Chapter 21
Dreams
Zahirah
“Done. It’s official. I’ve declared for the draft, signed with my new agent, and booked my flight for the combine,” Bentley croons in my ear as he walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
I just finished practice and came to the quad to meet him after he sent me a text that he wanted to hang out tonight. Bentley got his own place senior year to give us more privacy when we want and need it. I’m sure we’re going to take advantage of that tonight.
I turn in his embrace and wrap my arms around his neck. He pecks my nose as he gives me a huge smile. He looks so happy.
“Oh my God, congratulations. Are you excited?”
“I think I am. Maybe a little overwhelmed at the moment. I mean, this is our future.
“I don’t want to fuck this up. The wrong team, a slip in the draft, or the wrong city could fuck so much up for us.”
“Bentley, I want you to breathe. It’s all going to work out. I’m here no matter where you go,” I say and lift on my toes to kiss him.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here before the crew spots us and we can’t get rid of them.”
I snicker. “You want to order pizza?”
“Nah, I’ve got something planned already,” he says.
“Oh really? Is this my romantic Bentley?”
“This is your man taking care of you. I want to spend some quality time with you. We’ve been so busy, I thought this would be the perfect time to kick back and chill.”
“Sounds good to me.”
We walk to his car hand in hand. As we ride to his apartment, we talk and laugh. I can’t help but notice how happy I am.
My life is so perfect. My boyfriend is amazing. What more could I ask for?
When we get to the apartment, I double down on my thoughts of having the perfect boyfriend. He has string lights up around the living room. A bottle of champagne is chilling in a bucket, and it smells delicious.
“What’s that smell?”
“I might have called your mom and asked for her recipe for chicken enchiladas,” he says and blushes.
“You what? No way, those are my favorite.”
“I know. I hope I got them somewhere close to hers.”
“I’m yours for life if you did.”
He tugs me into him and kisses me. We get lost in the kiss for a moment before he pulls away and kisses the tip of my nose. I smile up at him.
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“You’re spoiling me. Whatever am I going to do when you’re too busy winning championships?”
“I will always make time for you. Staycations during my bye weeks. Flying you out for dates during the season and trips all over the world during offseason. We’ll make it work, I promise.”
“I can’t wait. All our dreams are coming true. You’re going first round, you know that, right?”
He tugs me in closer and palms my ass. “I love your confidence in me.”
“How could I not believe in my man? Besides, you played your ass off senior year. You earned this, babe.”
“What’s the first thing you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your dad already gave you a car for Christmas. I had been thinking about giving you one before that. Now I’m thinking maybe a house or a vacation between graduation and preseason. Anywhere you want to go,” he croons.
“You are not buying me a house, Bentley,” I scoff.
“Why not?”
“I’m your girlfriend, not your wife.”
“Give it a year, two tops. I’m going to put a ring on your finger.” He shrugs. “If we get the house now, you’ll be settled by the time I do and you can focus on planning the wedding.”
My stomach growls. “Let’s eat. We can talk more about what our future looks like after I scarf down those enchiladas.”
“As you wish,” he says with a wink.
Bentley
I chuckle at Zahirah and turn to lie down across her lap. We’ve been sitting on the couch talking after finishing dinner. She runs her hand through the front of my hair, taking a lock to rub between her fingers.
I take her hand and kiss her fingers. I love this. It feels so right. I can see our future so clearly.
“We should have at least four kids. All after you win at least two gold medals, of course. I’ll have two, maybe three rings by then,” I say as I look up at the ceiling while playing with her fingertips.
She begins to giggle. “You want four kids?”
“Yeah, two boys, two girls.”
“And if we have three boys first? Then what?”
“Baby number five it is.” I can’t help smiling at the thought.
Images of little ones who look like us fill my head. I know my parents will go nuts over them. I really don’t care if we have boys or girls. I just want them with her.
“Ha! You’ll be gone most of the year. Meanwhile, I’ll be retired with four kids all by myself.”
I look at her face to catch the amused smile on her lips. I lift up from lying across her lap. Then I place my forehead to hers.
“All I want is to have a family with you. I want to give them the perfect childhood we had. I want to be a great dad like mine and yours. As long as you all are happy, I’m good. One, two, or six.” I crack a smile as I say six.
She gasps. “Oh no. I respect your mom, but I’m not following in her footsteps. Six, you’re tripping.”
I snake my hand under her shirt and palm her breast, flicking my finger over her nipple. I capture her lips and kiss her passionately. She moans into my mouth and runs her hand through my hair.
“We could get some practice in. All this talk of you having my babies has me so fucking hard right now.”
She reaches into my sweats and grabs me. I twitch in her palm, causing her to give it a squeeze. I groan and tug the cup of her bra down to get access to her smooth skin.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss and throw my head back as she leans in, pushing my sweats down, then takes me into her mouth.
Getting on her knees, she goes to work sucking and stroking me. I push my hand into her leggings and begin to finger her from behind. She’s gotten so good at this.
I come after she gives me one of the best blow jobs of my life so far. However, I’m hard again almost instantly as she stands and begins to peel her clothes off.
When I catch my breath, I grab a condom from my wallet, shove my sweats down, and tear my T-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. I then roll the condom on and stroke myself as I look up at my sexy-ass girl.
Her toned body is amazing. Covered in all that gorgeous, silky dark-brown skin. I love how it glows with its own shine.
“Come here,” I murmur as I stroke myself.
She comes to me and straddles my lap. I palm her ass and guide her to seat herself. A loud groan leaves my lips as her tight sheath sucks me in.
I go straight for her breasts and pull her nipple into my mouth. Zah rides me with so much pleasure in her voice and written all over her face. Releasing her hardened peak from my lips, I then look into her eyes.
She pushes her hands into my hair, pushing the long locks out of my face. As she tightens her grip, she begins to ride me harder. We’re both panting and moaning.
“Oh fuck, yeah, Zah. Just like that, baby. Fuck, this cock was made for you.”
“Bentley, damn, you feel good. I need more. I want you so much.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, please. I need you so much.”
I smile and tap her leg. She stands and looks down at me with so much lust in her eyes. I turn her and guide her back onto my lap.
Once she’s seated on my length again, I reach for her legs and hold them open as I lean her back onto my chest while I thrust up into her. She begins to cream and scream.
It’s so good my eyes roll back into my head. I angle my head and suck on the skin on her neck. The sweet scent of her skin makes my mouth water.
I could spend the night just tasting her and I’d be a happy man. Zah has brought new meaning to my desire for her. I push her to lean forward as I watch her ass bounce on me.
Biting my lip, I run my hands all over her smooth back and ass. She’s so fucking sexy. The more I think of her becoming my wife and having my babies, the harder I get.
“Oh my God, you’re so hard, babe. You’re making me so wet,” she cries out.
She’s not lying. I’m super hard and her pussy is so wet it’s singing back at me. She’s dripping down my balls.
I roll my tongue inside my mouth as if I can taste her juices. She ripples and tightens around me, and I have to bite back my orgasm. I’m not ready to come yet. However, the sight before me alone is about to make me lose the battle.
“We’re just getting started, Zah. I want to fuck you all night, baby. Let me show you what our future can feel like,” I breathe against her skin.
I feel her about to come. I won’t be far behind her. When she starts to grind her hips on me, we both surrender to our orgasms.
I roar her name as I spill into the condom. Pressing my sweaty forehead to her shoulder, I try to catch my breath. She turns to look back at me and smiles.
“We’re going to need to head into my room for more condoms,” I laugh.
“I’m going to need a minute to feel my legs.”
“You and me both. I love you, baby,” I say and peck her lips.