CHAPTER NINETEEN
PRESS PLAY
I honked the horn, waiting for Phoebe to come outside.
I didn’t tell her where we were going, but I was taking her out.
I wanted to give this thing we were doing a chance, and yes, the sex was good, but I wanted to take her out and show her off.
When she came outside, she looked good. She wore a long black dress that showed her curves.
Her accessories were a combination of bracelets and chains, they gave her plain dress some life.
Her hair was big and fluffy, and she wore just a little makeup.
She hurried and hopped in the car, sending her sweet perfume flying directly in my nose. “Hey baby,” she cooed.
“Sup, you look good,” I told her and drove off.
I let the music in the car set the vibe for us while I drove. Phoebe turned slightly toward me. “Are you ready for the big game? I know you’re not playing but—”
I sucked my teeth as I shifted in my seat. “Fuck that game. Niggas on the court can’t handle the pressure.”
She rolled her eyes, causing me to look at her. “What?”
“You’re doing the most. I get it, you're upset you can’t play, but you're on a team. Nigga, you can’t carry the team alone even if you were out there.”
“Shitting me.”
“Okay, Kobe no Bryant.”
I laughed as I nodded. “Oh, so you got jokes. Baby, you don’t know the game like I do.”
Her brows raised. “I know more than you think. It’s clear you think you’re the LeBron of it all.
You won’t get anywhere by being bitter. I’ve seen you play.
You’re good or whatever, but you won’t get drafted with that fucked up mentality.
Pour into your team. Show them you're more than a nigga who can dribble the ball. Show them your excellence.” She winked.
I turned to glance out the window, trying my hardest not to blush like a bitch.
I had finally reached my destination, and she looked at me curiously. “An arcade?”
I shrugged. “I mean, since you're doing all that talking, let’s see what you got. I figured we could do something chill.”
I got out, hobbled around, and opened the door for her.
She got out and stood pulling at her dress.
I watched as her ass jiggled just enough to give me a show.
I placed my hand on the small of her back, leading her inside the arcade.
I figured she would think the date was cheesy, but it seemed like she was enjoying it, and that's all I cared about.
Phoebe and I played a few games she picked out until I led her toward the basketball side. “Ten is the number, for every shot I make, you kiss me. If I make all ten, then well—” I said as I looked her up and down. “—you give me head, top, top, top,” I sang.
She laughed so hard, then nodded. “For every shot I make, you tell me a reason why you like me, and if I get all ten, then what you said.”
My tongue ran over my lips. “Bet.”
I allowed her to go first. The ball rolled out, and she picked it up, tossing it in the air, wildly missing the basket. “Damnit,” she said.
“Come on, Polo Queen. Let me show you.”
The next ball rolled out, and I picked it up. I formed the arch in my hand as I held the ball. My head turned toward her, “You said I was Kobe no Bryant. I say I’m the slam dunk giant,” I told her as I released the ball from my hand.
The sound of the swoosh was like music to my fucking ears.
A grin eased on my face. I leaned down to be eye level with her and just like that her soft plush lips met mine.
When I pulled away, she cracked her neck.
The next ball rolled out, and she picked it up.
Phoebe turned to look at me. Her hand arch was similar to mine.
“The first one was for play. This one is to show you that your mouth needs to be prepared, munch.” She winked and shot.
Swoosh!
I couldn’t fucking believe it.
She smiled. “I told you I know more than you think. Now spill the beans.”
I ran my hand through my locs. “I like you because you're smart, because you're beautiful, and because, although you’re hurting, beyond those pretty eyes. You too have the potential to be excellent.” I winked.
I could see her blushing, but it was all true. This vibe she and I were creating was one that I could get used to. She and I went toe for toe with the game, and little did she know whether win, lose, or draw, I was munching on that pussy regardless.