Chapter 11
NAOMI
Some Weeks Later…
So far, the season was going well. We'd only suffered two losses thus far—one to New York Stars, PJ's old team. That loss was a doozy because the Stars fans dogged us the whole game.
At every home game, I'd walk into the locker room to find a bouquet of roses in front of my locker with a sweet note from Sin. The first note I got from him was a few nights after we made love for the first time.
I'm addicted.
-Sin
Simple but sexy as fuck. It had me on cloud nine as I went out on the court. That was arguably my best game so far this season.
Tonight, we were in Phoenix, destroying their defense.
PJ and I dropped twenty apiece, dominating the game in a way that had us all over ESPN reels.
The highlight of my night came from seeing Sin sitting courtside.
I shouldn't have been surprised to see him anymore, yet I still was.
After the game, the team headed back to the hotel, and all I could think about was showering and being in Sin's arms. He came all this way just to watch me play. The support from him was unreal.
I sent him a text, letting him know which room I was in. Like clockwork, he showed up thirty minutes later.
As soon as I opened the door for Sin, I flew into his arms. He smelled like he'd had a blunt, but the scent didn't deter me from clinging to him.
Like always, he squeezed me like he was trying to make sure I was real.
I'd never get tired of him kissing me or embracing me the way he did.
Instead of placing me back on my feet, he carried me to the elevator and all the way up to his suite.
For three weeks, he'd been consistent with coming to my games. My notion that he'd slack up after us having sex was utterly false. Sin remained true to who he'd shown me in the beginning.
"So, are you gonna come to all my away games?" I asked in between kisses. He placed me on the bed and nodded. This was his fourth time showing up at an away game.
"I'm wherever you're at, baby." I loved the way Sin kissed over my lips and cheeks as if he didn't want to miss a spot.
"What about work?"
"What about it?"
Chuckling, I said, "You can't neglect your work."
"I can't neglect you, either. The minute I look like I'm tryin' not to be around you, you better know I'm on some foul shit unless I tell you otherwise. Hell, I wish I could do more for you than just this hotel shit. When the season’s over, we’re gon’ go on some real dates."
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I met his eyes and nearly swooned at the honesty in them.
"I’m grateful for the little things, though, Sin. And as sweet as it sounds that you don’t want to neglect me, I don't want to come between you and your company. What if Zoo and Brooklyn start to complain about you being gone so much? I'd understand if you can't make every game."
He shushed me with a kiss. "Work is never left undone, baby girl. Zoo and Brooklyn know wassup. Being an owner is tedious work, but I love it and ensure things are well taken care of. Just like I wanna ensure I take good care of you. Supporting my lady is a top priority. When you win, I win. "
This time, I moved to my knees and tugged at his beard until he brought his lips to mine.
"So far, you're more than I expected, Jamison."
"Fa' sho?" he questioned as our kisses turned into nasty suctions.
"Yep," I replied. "And you know what?" I seductively asked.
"What?"
My hands trailed down his hard chest until they reached his belt while my lips trailed his tattooed throat, smiling when his Adam's apple bobbed.
"I wanna suck the life outta you," I whispered.
Sin's hand wrapped around my throat. Unlike last time, this time, he added some pressure as he bared his grill at me. Boldly, I undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and sent my hand into his boxers. His dick was so hard, I moaned.
"I told you that mouth is reckless, lil' baby." His heavy-lidded gaze should've scared me. However, all it did was turn me on.
While my one hand wrapped around his dick, the other slid up under his shirt to graze my nails across his abdomen and chest. This drew a hiss from his lips.
He snatched his shirt off and pushed me back onto the bed.
After he'd discarded his jeans, Sin climbed on the bed. His dick bobbed, glistening at the tip.
With lightning speed, I put him on his back, skated down his chest, and stuffed his dick in my mouth.
"Shiiitt!" he groaned.
My pussy thumped as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and growled. His pre-cum tasted glorious and had me ready to taste the rest of him. I bobbed my head, sloppily suctioning him. The sounds I made slobbing on his dick fueled him and me.
"Damn, Naomi! Suck that shit!" he begged.
Sin's eyes were on me, and his mouth ajar as he beheld the way I pleased him. I took him to the back of my throat and hummed on his tip, causing him to snatch me off. When he flipped me over onto my stomach, I knew Sin was about to fuck me up.
SIN
I entered Naomi on a growl, smacking her ass hard as fuck for having such good-ass pussy.
"Ooohh!" she crooned. She fisted the comforter, but that shit wasn't about to help her.
I was balls deep and coated in her nectar as I watched myself slide in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
"This pussy was made for me," I praised.
Her arch deepened as she threw her ass back, meeting my thrusts. My strokes had her moaning and sniffling. Naomi's walls hugged me so tight that I begged her to cum.
"Cum for me!" I demanded. A nigga couldn't hold on. She'd already sucked me to perfection, so this nut was beyond ready to blow.
"Siinnn!" she cried out as her pussy gripped and gushed around me.
"Just like dat!" I commanded, spanking her some more. She came again, arresting my damn heart in my chest. I pumped so hard, my nut shot out quicker than I could call Naomi's damn name.
I collapsed on her back before rolling us over to spoon her.
Gently, I placed kissed along her sweaty shoulder.
This woman was doing a nigga in. The more I was around her, the more I didn't want to be without her.
I'd never fallen for any woman, let alone this fast. I was ready to do any and everything for her.
That in itself was scary, but I wasn't going to slow up.
I'd been waiting for this — a woman I could actually see myself being with more than just as her man. Fuck anybody before her. No one existed except Naomi London.
As the season crept by, I stayed by Naomi's side.
The women's basketball league didn't last as long as professional men's basketball, but it felt like it.
I was on planes left and right, ensuring I was wherever Naomi was.
When she was home, she stayed with me at my place.
We did shit that normal couples do when they date — shit I'd never done with anyone else.
She worried about my work getting behind.
However, I was handling my business with ease, taking new clients just as if I were in the office every day.
Nothing fell off, which only gave me hope that my life was going in the right direction.
If anything around me had been suffering, then I would've had to take a step back and analyze if following Naomi around the country was fucking up my life. It wasn't.
Being at her games were proud moments for me. Her teammates finally warmed up to me, speaking whenever they saw me instead of grilling my ass.
"Those are cute," Naomi said, breaking into my thoughts. We were shopping at the mall on the rare day she didn't have practice. I cut my workday short just to accompany her.
She tugged at my hand, leading me inside Footlocker.
Several people spoke to her but refrained from asking her for photos and autographs.
They mainly stared. The niggas were drooling as if they had never seen a fine-ass woman before.
Then again, Naomi was fine as fuck, and I remember looking at her the same way when I first laid eyes on her.
"Aren't they cute, babe?" she asked, holding up a pair of pink high-top Nikes.
"Yeah, that's you," I agreed. They'd go perfect with one of the outfits I'd purchased for her out of this boutique she liked.
Naomi saw another pair of sneakers that she wanted, so I copped both pairs for her and a few pairs of sneakers for myself.
Our shopping day ended with me taking her to a jewelry store.
I'd seen a pair of diamond earrings in the display case as we'd walked by earlier and had to return and get them for her.
We settled on cooking dinner for each other tonight. I put her in charge of the baked potatoes while I handled the steaks. As she cleaned and prepped the potatoes, her hips rocked to the beat of a Jodeci hit. Pausing what I was doing, I went to her side of the counter and pulled up behind her.
Snickering, she danced on my dick without missing a beat. I leaned forward, kissed her neck, then bit her in that same spot.
"You ready to meet my parents?"
Her laughing and dancing stopped as she quickly glanced at me over her shoulder. "What?"
Chuckling, I replied, "Really?"
Damn, she would hurt my feelings if she weren't ready.
"You don't think we're moving too fast?" she asked.
I stared into her eyes, wondering why she had the hesitancy.
"Nah, I'on think so. We've been together for months, baby. I think you know by now that I'm serious as fuck about you. Besides, it's just dinner, not a marriage proposal."
A small smile graced her face. "Well, okay. Does that mean you wanna meet my parents too?"
Laughing, I said, "Hell, yeah. You don't want me to?"
She smirked. "I want you to."
"Aight, then," I responded, planting a kiss on her lips.
I returned to tending to the steaks while she tended to the potatoes. At first, I was worried that she was worried. However, when her hips started moving to the music again and her face relaxed in a serene smile, I relaxed.
Fuck. She had me worried for a minute.