15. Saint
THANKSGIVING GAME
“How you feelin’?” Coach Charles asked, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m feelin’ good. Dr. Carthan said I can return to practice within the next two weeks. I probably won’t be able to play in the games until the playoffs.”
“You know we’re ready for you to be back out here with us. How’s your mental? You good?”
I nodded, looking out at the field. The game hadn’t started yet, and the stadium was playing music while the cheerleaders danced around the sidelines. “I’m doing better than I was months ago. I can’t lie, Coach, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”
Coach chuckled, “Is there a reason for that?”
“I’ll tell you soon. I’m about to go check on my family.” I said before turning to walk through the tunnel, heading towards the suites.
“Hey, baby!” My mom greeted me as I stepped inside. I gave her a side hug and placed a quick kiss on her forehead.
“Y’all good in here?” I asked, looking around the room.
Serenity and Journey were seated next to each other on a couch, sharing a plate of snacks and giggling at whatever was on their phones.
Blessing, Chanel, and Taryn sat at one of the tables, while Sage was knocked out in her stroller that doubled as a wagon.
Dru and Messiah were standing at the buffet table, filling plates with food.
I walked over to Blessing and placed a kiss on her lips.
“We’re good.” She said, giving me a small smile.
“Aye nigga, you wasn’t gone tell me y’all been creeping around?” Messiah questioned, dapping me up.
“Siah stopppp, I’m grown as hell.” Blessing groaned, throwing a balled-up napkin at him.
“I was planning on having a conversation with you soon. We’ll talk later. You coming over later for dinner?”
“Hell yeah. I ain’t skipping no free meals.”
“You bringing Gia?” Chanel asked, rolling her eyes.
“Naw, she’s on a cruise with her parents. Kaia will probably come through. She ain’t got nobody to celebrate with. I tried to bring her here with us, but she turned me down.”
Blessing sighed, shaking her head. “She should’ve come.”
“Who’s Kaia?” I asked, confused.
“My friend from college. I had Messiah hire her as his housekeeper because she lost her job and needed the money to pay bills.” She responded, standing from her seat.
I nodded, “Oh, okay. Yeah, invite her to dinner tonight. I gotta get back to the field. I’ll be back during halftime.” I gave Blessing a quick kiss on the lips before turning to leave. As soon as I left the suite, I ran right into Mariah.
“Saint. Just the person I was looking for.” She grinned. I looked at her, confused. She was dressed in one of my jerseys with a pair of black leggings.
“Why the fuck are you looking for me?”
“I came to support you. Did they stock the suite with my aloe vera juice?” She asked, looking up at me.
“Mariah. We’re not together anymore. You’re not welcome in my suite.
Just go home. The things you left at my house have been boxed up, and I’ll have Kam drop them off to you soon.
And stop being shady towards Blessing on social media.
You did that shit just to get posted on that lil ass page. Goodbye.”
“So it’s true.. you’re fucking that bitch.” She scoffed, pulling her phone from her purse. She unlocked her phone and turned it to face me. “I was sent this video the other day. I figured it was just a one-night thing, but clearly there’s more going on.”
I pressed play on the video, squinting at the screen. Someone had recorded a video of Blessing and me kissing at Rumors the other night. For the angle of the video, I could tell it was recorded from inside the section. I knew exactly where the video had come from.
“So what, Mariah. Yes, I’m seeing Blessing now. Why is that your business?”
“It’s only been a couple of weeks since we broke up, Saint! The only reason you’re moving on so fast is if you were already seeing her. End it before that video leaks, or I’ll report Blessing to her employer,” Mariah spat.
I sucked my teeth and smacked the phone from her hand.
“Get the fuck out of my face, Mariah. I’m warning you now, find something safe to do.
If that video gets leaked, you’ll see a side of me that you’ve never seen before.
Stupid ass girl.” I pushed past her, heading to the security desk to get her removed from the stadium.
“Uno fucking out!” Dru yelled, slapping a card on the table. Everybody groaned, complaining because this was his fourth time winning since we’d started playing after dinner.
“Nigga you’re cheating. Stand up and pull your pockets out.” Chanel said, patting his pockets.
“Right, ain’t no way he won back-to-back like that. You can’t play shit else.” Messiah chuckled, picking up all the cards.
“Why y’all in here being so damn loud?” Blessing stepped into the entertainment room with her hands on her hips. She’d been in the kitchen, baking Sage’s birthday cake for her birthday party tomorrow. Her shirt was covered in what appeared to be flour. “Y’all better not wake my baby up.”
“Bae, she’s good, she can’t even hear us. You finished with the cake?” I asked, motioning for her to come to me. She climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Aye, don’t start that kissing shit in front of me,” Messiah warned before getting up from the table.
“You would’ve hated to see what the fuck they were doing in the club last weekend,” Dru mumbled.
“Stop being messy, Dru.” Blessing rolled her eyes, giving him the finger.
“What the fuck went on in the club last weekend?”
“Nothing.” We both responded simultaneously.
“Man, come on, Kaia. I’m finna bounce before they piss me off. You so hot in the ass. That’s exactly why you got a damn baby now.”
“Messiah, please, I’m literally 25. Bye Kaia. See y’all tomorrow.” Blessing said as they left the room.
Once we heard the front door close, the rest of the room burst into laughter.
“I don’t know why you even said that, Dru. You know how sensitive that nigga is about his sisters.” Chanel said, mushing his head.
“Hell yeah, you remember when he caught me staring at her at that block party a few years ago.”
“Wait, you were at the block party? I don’t remember seeing you there.” Blessing asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.
“Mhm..” I hummed, thinking about the day I first laid eyes on her.
Flashback – Four Years Ago
“Damn, this bitch jumpin’,” I said, slapping hands with Dru.
The block was packed, music was blasting, and kids were chasing each other with water balloons.
Every year, Messiah threw a block party to celebrate Labor Day.
The scent of barbecued food on the grills filled my nostrils.
I rubbed my stomach. I couldn’t wait to get a plate.
“Hell yeah, you know the hood gone come out every year. You don’t need to be out here too long, though.
You know how they get when the kids go inside.
I don’t need shit happening to you before the draft.
” He said sternly. I nodded, understanding what he meant.
As soon as the kids went inside for the night, niggas acted like they didn’t know better.
I’d skipped the last two parties, and I was glad I did. Both ended with somebody being shot.
“Wassup, superstar!” Messiah greeted me, pulling me into a hug. “I didn’t expect you to show up. You know we proud of you, right? Nigga you finna be in the muthafuckin’ NFL. Don’t forget about us.”
“Man, you know I ain’t never gone forget about y’all. Y’all always welcomed in my suite as soon as the season starts.” I chuckled. We stood off to the side, talking for a few.
My eyes landed on a gorgeous, brown-skinned woman with long curly hair.
Her body was curvy, thick in all the right places.
The jean shorts she wore were made just for her.
Her big, juicy lips were covered in lip gloss.
I swear I felt the world stop as her eyes locked on mine.
Our eyes only connected for a moment, but it felt like a lifetime.
“Man, stop staring at my sister like that before I break yo damn ankles before you get the chance to get drafted.” Messiah threatened. His face was twisted up in a scowl. “Don’t let Seven see you lookin’ at her either.”
“Shit, my bad. I ain’t even realize that was your sister. No disrespect nigga. You ain’t gotta end my career before it even starts.” I ignored his warning about Seven, though. I didn’t know him well, but that nigga rubbed me the wrong way every time he came around me.
“Blessing wouldn’t go for you, no way nigga. Her ass got a thing for street niggas.” Dru joked, causing Messiah to scoff and shake his head.
“I wish she would grow out of that shit. She don’t even need to be focused on no nigga anyway.
School is the only thing she needs to worry about.
Seven is a fucking distraction. I already warned his ass.
She fucks up school, and he’s getting cut off.
I don’t even want her fucking with that nigga. ” He said, voice laced with irritation.
“What she in school for?”
“Sports medicine, physical therapy.”
“Oh that’s wassup.” I nodded.
“Hey, baby!” My girlfriend, Kynnedi, greeted, interrupting the conversation.
“Damn, why don’t I remember seeing you?” Blessing asked as she smiled at me.
I shrugged, leaning down to peck her on the lips.
“Ion know, but I never forgot that day. I followed you on Instagram as soon as I left. I swear I felt the world stop when I laid eyes on you. Shit, it might’ve been love at first sight.
We’ve been around each other so many times without even noticing. ”
“Invisible string theory,” Chanel said, watching us.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s basically as if the universe keeps two people apart until the right moment. When that moment arrives, you’ll see many coincidences, like him appearing in the background of those two-yearbook photos of you. You’re soulmates.”
“You think so?”
Blessing tilted her head, slightly shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe..”
I leaned down, smashing my lips against her, gripping the back of her head. Her body pressed against mine. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, sliding my hands down to her ass, tightly gripping it.
“Umm, we’re about to head out. I hope the girls don’t catch y’all kissing like that.” Chanel mumbled, getting up from her chair to leave. Dru followed behind her.
Blessing climbed off my lap, standing to her feet. She grabbed my hand, pulling me up. “Let’s go upstairs.” She whispered, leading me out of the room.
I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket as soon as we entered the room. There was an incoming call from Mariah. I shook my head, declining the call. She immediately called back. I declined it again.
“Who the fuck is calling you back-to-back like that?”
“Man, nobody.” I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor before walking into the bathroom. She called. Declined.
Blessing scoffed. “Answer the fucking phone, Saint. Matter fact. Don’t. I’m about to go the fuck home.”
I sucked my teeth, grabbing her by her waist to pull her towards me. “It’s Mariah. I don’t know why the fuck she keeps calling me. I’m not about to answer her call and ruin our night.”
“Why couldn’t you just say that from the jump? Block her.”
I unlocked my phone, going to her contact to delete her number and block her. “It’s done. I apologize for not just saying it was her calling me. You forgive me baby?” I nuzzled my face into her neck, placing a soft kiss on it before biting down on it. A soft moan escaped her mouth.
“Stop fuckin’ playing with me, Saint. I would hate to have to smack the shit out of both of you.” She warned.
I pressed her back against the counter and slid my hand into the waistband of her pajama shorts, grazing my fingers across her bare pussy.
I could feel the moisture seeping from her lips.
I dipped my middle finger into her tight, wet hole, slowly pumping it in and out of her.
Her juices immediately coated my finger.
“I said I’m sorry baby.. You forgive me?
” I asked again, inserting another finger.
“Y-yesssss,” She moaned, gripping my hand as I pumped my fingers faster, using my thumb to massage her clit. I pulled my fingers out of her as soon as I felt her walls tighten around them. I brought them to my mouth, licking her essence from them. The taste of her caused my dick to harden.
I tugged her shorts down as I lowered myself on the floor, sitting on my butt.
She kicked her shorts to the side and moved closer to me until I was face-to-face with her pussy.
I used my fingers to spread her lips open.
“Pretty ass pussy.” I mumbled against her lips, inhaling her scent.
I slurped her clit into my mouth, sucking on it like it was my favorite piece of candy.
Her hips bucked against my face while I dug my fingertips into her ass cheeks.
She looked down at me, her hands gripping the edge of the counter.
Her moans filled the dimly lit bathroom as her juices leaked from her hole.
I slid my tongue into her tunnel, fucking her hole, my eyes locked on hers.
My dick was so hard, I felt it straining against my boxers.
I slapped my hands against her ass cheeks, groaning.
Her thighs locked around my head as I darted my tongue in and out of her, collecting every drop of her cream as she came undone.
I reached down, pulling my sweats down just enough to free myself from my boxers.
I placed a soft kiss on her mound before lowering her down until her opening was hovering over my tip.
“Fuck!” I hissed as she slid down my length.
She was so fucking wet. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she used her tongue to clean her juices from my lips.
She kissed me roughly, sliding up and down my length.
“Shit, Bless, ride that fucking dick,” I grunted, tightening my grip on her waist.
“Saaaaint,” She moaned, throwing her head back, bouncing faster.
I yanked her shirt off, tossing it to the side.
Her titties sat perfectly on her chest, bouncing every time she did.
I cupped one in my hand, bringing her nipple to my mouth.
I wrapped my lip around it, gently sucking it.
I felt her walls clench around me, causing a groan to slip from my lips.
“This pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me. Shit, so fucking wet.” I bit down on my lip, gripping her throat as her ass slapped against my legs. Her juices created a sticky puddle in my lap. “Come on, baby, gimme that shit. Wet this dick up.” I moaned into her ear.
“I’m about to cum!” She whimpered, legs shaking. Her walls tightly squeezed around me. My balls tingled. I was right behind her.
“I’m bouta nut all in this good ass pussy baby. Fuck!” I held her in place as I shot my nut inside her. Her body went limp against my chest. “Good ass pussy. You bet not ever give my shit away. Come on, let me wash you up.” I smacked her on the ass, lifting us both from the floor.