13. Look Who’s on the Sideline
Marcus
I sprinted across the field with a half hard on and approached Bryce.
I gave him a look, and he shook his head.
“You and Mia need to keep me out the freaky shit y’all be doing,” he said, and I laughed.
“Marcus, she got you fucking for touchdowns,” he said.
“What are you talking about?” I questioned with folded arms, trying to stop my grin from forming.
“Since y’all been together, you’ve been requesting a certain number of touchdowns and you’ve been playing harder. She is giving you something,” he said.
“We winning, ain’t we?” I said, and he shook his head.
Bryce had been giving me a side-eye every time the offensive coordinator suggested a play for me.
I shrugged as we glared at each other, standing on the sideline.
He covered his mouth with the play board to talk to me.
“Marcus, for real, who the fuck are you? Mia is bringing you out of your shell,” he said.
“I’m the same dude you met at your parents’ estate,” I reminded.
He shook his head no.
“We gon’ spend some more time with each other after the season is over with,” Bryce said, and I chuckled.
I stood in the elevator with Bryce, wondering what two touchdowns were going to get me.
“Freaky ass,” Bryce said and cackled.
“Wait, I’m freaky, but Kindness is in your room every road game,” I said, and he chuckled.
As we landed on our floor, I tossed Bryce the peace signs before he touched his door.
“Tell Kindness I said hi,” I said and continued to walk to my room.
My mission was to find Mia and convince her to come and at least cuddle.
Opening the door, my heart skipped a beat.
Mia was dressed as a referee in a black-and-white striped tee with black pantyhose leaning against the desk.
I slammed my door shut and locked it.
“Mr. Allen, your last touchdown had to be reviewed by the main office. We’re going to overrule the call as out of bounds and impose a fine for taunting. I’m here to collect,” she said with a whistle around her neck.
“Where is Harley?” I questioned as I dropped my bag.
“Upstairs in the presidential suite, asleep with my parents,” she said.
I scratched the hair in my beard as I figured out how to get into character.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have any cash on me,” I said.
Mia sucked in both lips and shook her head from side to side.
“I’m sorry, but nonpayment isn’t acceptable. Do you have anything else of value?” she asked as she scanned my body, pausing at my dick but finding my eyes.
“What did you have in mind?” I questioned.
Mia closed the space between us and circled me.
She relaxed her shoulders and continued with her role.
“I’ll cut you a good fucking deal, but it’s going to need to be on video.”
“Whoa, what about my wifey?” I questioned.
“Mr. Allen, your wifey isn’t my concern. Now, this League fine is quite serious. Considering you don’t have any cash, and I don’t take cards, it doesn’t leave you with many options,” Mia said and bunched her shoulders.
“I could appeal,” I said.
Mia chuckled.
“This fine doesn’t come with an appeal option,” she said.
I scanned her body and surrendered with my hands.
“I’m left with no other option,” I said.
Mia patted my chest before lowering herself to the floor.
She unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick.
My heart raced in anticipation.
“Camera, please. The league office requires video confirmation of payment,” she said.
I patted my pockets for my phone.
Locating it, I opened the camera, and pushed the record button.
Mia allowed saliva to drip from her mouth onto my dick, wasting no time pulling me inside her mouth.
The warmth of her mouth caused me to tremble.
She rolled her tongue around my dick with ease and hunger.
“You are a eater,” I said as I watched her through the camera.
Mia pulled a flag out of her breast and tossed it to the ground, confusing me.
She pushed my dick to one side of her mouth before speaking.
My knees weakened the more I lingered in her warmth, my toes curling as I continued recording and swallowing hard.
Mia pushed all of me into her mouth and moved her head with ease.
I gripped her locs to ready her mouth, and another flag hit the floor.
“No touching the officials,” she mumbled.
I retreated my hands, and she returned to sucking me.
“Fuck,” I said.
I gripped the phone to keep the recording steady.
I released inside her mouth.
“I’m requesting a review of the play,” she said.
Mia secured my phone and replayed the last few seconds before smacking her lips together.
“False start. We will replay,” she said, and I closed my eyes with a pounding heart.
Mia ran her cum coated tongue across my ear as she stroked my dick.
He stood at attention ready for round two.
She lowered herself to the floor.
“For your non compliance you can’t cum in my mouth but on my face,” she said.
I swallowed hard, barely able to stand as she pulled me back into her mouth.
This time she allowed me to glide her head up and down my shaft.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head twice before I felt the sensation to cum.
My dick spit out a small amount of cum before Mia unlatched her mouth around my dick.
She pointed it towards her face and my cum dressed her skin before it went limp.
“A facial,” she said as I stumbled to have a seat.
Hell the damn room was spinning as Mia wiped the cum from her face with a wipe.
“One infraction has been covered but the taunting must be addressed Mr. Allen,” she said and lifted off the bed.
Mia discarded her shirt and those round nipples peeked through her sheer bra.
She knew I was a breast man.
Playfully she discarded her clothes but kept the whistle as it lingered between her breasts.
My dick stood again because it didn’t know how not to please this woman.
“Mr. Allen if you don’t fuck me I will blow this whistle and wifey will get a scathing video,” she said.
Mia placed the whistle between her pouty lips and inflated her cheeks before I stopped her with my hand.
“Ass up,” I said.
She held the whistle between her teeth and smiled as she moved to the other bed.
I discarded my clothes and positioned myself behind her.
She bent over and I was inside her opening stroking her pussy with ease.
Our skin slapped as it met each other repeatedly.
“Mr. Allen you are my favorite player to violate,” she said and I continued pounding.
“It’s time for me to empty inside this pussy,” I said.
She gripped the bedding as it crinkled underneath her hands.
I glided her pussy back to me by her waist.
“Please,” she stammered.
“Ask me nicely,” I said before I gently gripped her locs and stroked.
“Mr. Allen, please empty all your cum inside me,” she begged but I slowed down.
“But I asked…”
“Not nice enough,” I said and pinched her butt cheek.
“Let me pull my dick out because you don’t want it. I’ll have the main office send me someone else,” I said.
“Noooo. Please Mr. Allen please fuck me hard. Grip my hair harder and make me take it,” Mia begged.
I smack her ass.
“I thought so,” I said and went back to work.
I boarded the plane back to Houston this morning with an agenda to take care of my family.
Mia showed up for me without me asking.
Seeing her and Harley on the sideline peeled away my negative thoughts about people.
I could count on one hand how many times people showed up for me.
She was Mrs.
Allen, and I needed to push up my timeline to make this a reality.
For the bulk of my trip home, I searched for a gift until someone reminded me we had four days off.
A mini vacation was a must.
I booked a family trip to the Bahamas for us, including a private plane.
I spared no expense when it came to the ladies in my life.
“Gon ahead marry Mia,” Bryce said as I booked the luxury room with the private beach access.
I gave him the side-eye.
“She got you spending money, changed your wardrobe, and fucking for touchdowns. It’s a wrap on yo ass,” Bryce said, and I shrugged.
If I had a mirror, I would’ve pointed it at him.
The more time he spends with Kindness, the chip on his shoulder shrinks.
Instead of responding to Bryce, I opened my text message thread.
Me
I need you and Harley packed by 2:00
Five minutes passed before my phone vibrated.
Wifey
Why
Me
Pack bathing suits
Wifey
Unzipping my luggage.
Do you need me to pack for you?
The way this woman takes care of me weakened my knees.
Me
I got it.
Stopping by the house first to check on progress and then I’ll be home.
The special teams’ players laughed as I drove out of the airport hangar in my Maxima.
It didn’t bother me that most of the team drove sports cars.
Give it a year, our cars would be worth the same.
Pulling into the driveway of my house, the construction crew van sat on the side of the road.
The inspector I selected has been dinging their ass for every minor infraction.
After he leaves, I send a different company to keep everyone on their toes.
My original plan was to build everything myself, but it’s not possible.
Sending rent payments every few weeks played with my psyche.
I need my women in one location, our forever home.
The dry wall was up on the first floor, including the living room and kitchen.
Going with the open concept and bi-fold doors brought in the natural light.
I borrowed the idea from Mia.
Pulling the door open, the contractor I hired greeted me with a handshake before we stepped back inside the house to talk.
“It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Allen. Your emails and voicemails were always to the point. It’s hard to nail down your style,” Drew Summers said.
I studied his movements as we stared at each other.
“Football is the main priority through the season,” I offered.
“With the new request of a pool, butler’s pantry, prep kitchen, expansion of the primary closet, and a recording studio with separate entrance, we’ve had to make quite a few change orders. If you have time, I would prefer we walked through the layout again. Finding out you own the property next to us gave us the necessary space for the add-ons,” he said.
I remained quiet and followed him around the property and viewed the blueprint for the new layouts.
The measurements fit my plans, leaving me no room to be concerned.
My five-bedroom, six bath jumped into a seven-bedroom eight-bathroom house.
After I walked through Mia’s house, I upgraded the finishes in our house and added space.
Mia lived in luxury, and I needed to either meet her level of comfort or upgrade it.
Mia had changed several things about her schedule to accommodate Harley’s schedule.
She hosted her lives earlier in the day and found it to be successful.
Listeners preferred the show during their lunch hour as the sports news was happening.
The new time slot was a relief for me as the guilt of her schedule change weighed on me.
“Everything looks good,” I said.
“You don’t have any questions?” Drew pushed.
I scanned the unfinished house with satisfaction.
“No, I’m happy with the work so far,” I said.
“A man of few words. I do hope you keep me on after this project,” he said.
“We’ll talk about it but your work is solid.”
A few of the sub-contractors pointed at me and a few whispered about my identity.
With my name being associated with the house, I made a mental note to change the locks and get a new security system.
Thirty minutes had passed before I pulled into my driveway.
The sight of Mia’s truck always settled me because she hadn’t left.
Stepping inside, I smiled at the upgrades.
The few days we were apart, Mia had added fall pillows, centerpieces to the living room and dining room table, and fresh flowers.
At first, the decor changes were minor, but they’re becoming more aggressive.
My heart rejoiced at the sight.
To me, it signaled Mia could see herself with us long term.
On occasion, she visited her house.
Within two hours, I was calling to make sure she’s coming back.
The bulk of her clothes are in our closet, as they should be.
“Baby,” I yelled.
When I heard nothing, I trembled as my body panicked.
I entered the primary bedroom and found clothes stretched across the bed, but no Mia.
My chest caved as I held my breath.
In search of anyone, I moved toward Harley’s room and I heard Mia’s voice and the TV.
“Butterfly, Daddy has to decide,” Mia said.
“Do you think he will say yes?” Harley asked.
I steadied my body against the wall to reintroduce air into my lungs.
“He is going to say no. Daddy never let me stay at anybody’s house,” Harley said.
“We can ask?” Mia assured.
Tapping the door, all eyes turned to me.
Harley gave me a halfhearted smile, and I squinted in her direction.
“Daddy don’t get a hug or nothing?” I asked.
Harley jumped off the bed and ran in my direction.
I lifted her in the air, and she hugged my neck.
On the bed were her luggage and outfits Mia had pieced together.
“Baby, you didn’t hear me yell your name. You had me scared,” I said.
Mia gave me an inquisitive expression before she re-adjusted her body.
“Why would you be afraid? Harley and I have no plans of going anywhere without you,” she countered.
At this moment, it’s as if Mia was calling my bluff and questioning me at the same time.
This response to my question unsettled me as we glared at each other.
“But to answer your question. We were in the bathroom. It’s hard to hear over the vent,” Mia said.
I made a mental note to inquire about her response to my question.
“Marcus, Harley and I have a request, but I need to speak to you first,” Mia said.
Eavesdropping, I already had insider info on what she wanted.
It’s unfair, but my answer was no.
I put Harley on her feet and followed Mia to our bedroom.
We shut the door behind us.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Mia pointed to the bed, wanting me to sit.
I complied, resting my foot on the bed frame.
Mia stepped in between my legs, planting a soft lingering kiss on my lips.
I gripped her waist, not allowing her to break our interaction.
She giggled after her second attempt to disrupt our makeout session.
“Baby, how are you?” Mia asked, with her lip inches away from mine.
The gloss from her nude tinted lips had transferred to mine.
“I’m better now, but what are you and our daughter up to?” I asked as I rubbed my lips together.
“Your daughter doesn’t want to go with us. And it hurts my feelings, but she wants to stay with my parents. On the jet, they made her a list of promises, including dance classes, shopping and, of course, a damn pony. They roped me into bringing her to their farm this weekend. Baby, her heart is set on it. She asked me, but I deferred to you because you are her parent,” Mia said.
I dropped my hands from Mia’s waist and danced the thought around in my head.
As before, I landed on the word no.
Mia’s parents were nice, but the idea wasn’t sitting well with me.
“First, she is our daughter. I’m not saying your parents would hurt her but...”
“You don’t trust them,” Mia interrupted, finishing my sentence.
I tilted my head up toward the ceiling.
The gentleness of her hand caressing my face brought my attention back into focus.
“I’m not offended because you don’t know my parents. And we are talking about Harley, but I know them. You said you trust my opinion and decision-making. If it was up to me, I would allow her to stay. I’m happy either way but I preferred she goes with us. Marcus, at least consider what she wants. It’s time to expand your trust circle, baby,” Mia said.
Granny’s words plagued my thoughts.
You have to learn to trust somebody.
You can’t keep Harley hostage, but don’t let her get too far out of your reach.
“Give me a minute,” I requested.
Mia kissed my cheek, leaving me alone, shutting the door behind her.
I pulled out my phone and called my granny.
“I’m not coming back until after Christmas,” she said.
I wanted to dispute her claims because she continued to push her return date back.
Christmas night, I was heading to Arkansas without calling her.
“Granny, I’m not calling about you coming home. But your Arkansas trip is on borrowed time. I’m calling about Harley. I don’t know if I’m making the right decision,” I said lowly into the phone.
“What’s wrong with my baby?” Granny said in a high pitch but aggressive tone.
“Nothing bad. Instead of going on vacation with me and Mia, she wants to stay in Houston. The Robinsons made all these plans to spoil her, and Mia said ‘I don’t trust people.’”
A pause stood between us as I listened to the noise-filled background.
“Marcus, you don’t trust people. I understand Harley is your baby. But how are you going to marry Mia if you can’t trust her parents? What does your gut tell you about the Robinsons?” she asked.
Per usual, Granny put a lot on my brain, and she was right.
I knew the Robinsons wouldn’t hurt Harley, only spoil her.
My checking account was a different subject; this new lavish lifestyle they were introducing to my daughter was going to be expensive.
“All right, I’m leaving her with the Robinsons, and you get your clothes packed. A few more weeks and you’re coming home,” I said.
“How is my grandson?”
I couldn’t fight my smile.
“I’m ai’t but I would be better if I had Eddy Allen with me,” I said.
“I’ll be home in a few weeks. You better be good to Mia. She is holding it down and BeBe ain’t stopped smiling since she got those roses. Corner ain’t put his new pipe down and my new cane is sharp.”
I sat in confusion.