by Mignon Mykel
The mention of his name at his first game in Miami sends the crowd into a frenzy.
Once they’ve finished all the team introductions, the lights turn back on, and it’s then when Colson is finally able to spot me in the crowd. He flashes me a wink. I fully expect it to go unnoticed by the rest of the crowd, but of course, nothing gets past Kaylee.
“Did you see that? He’s not even waiting until after the game is over.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Psh, keep downplayin’ it like I don’t see what’s going on. You’re into him just as much as he’s into you. Quit tryin’ to fool me.”
“Shh, will you be quiet?”
She scrunches her face, rolling her eyes at me as she brushes me off but doesn’t say anything else.
Tip-off starts, and from the very first second to the end of the game, Colson has a hot hand. Halfway through the third quarter, he’s already hit a triple-double, and the crowd is starting to chant his name. They are playing against New York tonight, and it appears their defense forgot to show up.
“Damn, girl, your man has earned himself some of that good lovin’ tonight for how great he’s played.”
“He’s killin’ it. I’m so happy for him. It’s his first game here, and there’s a lot of pressure, ya know?”
“I think this shows he is loving it here in Miami.” She bumps her shoulder against mine, just as Jaxsen Wild knocks down another three-pointer.
She’s right. He’s playing great; honestly, the whole team is on fire. Colson set the tone for the team from the very first possession, and my mind is already brewing up ideas to congratulate him on a good game.
They end the night with a score of 104-87, 37 of the points were from Colson alone. I consider waiting for him outside of the players’ locker room but decide against it.
We are heading toward the front of the arena, my mind brainstorming all the ways I could surprise him when I get an idea to swing by the fan shop and buy my own Rush jersey.
Kaylee is staring at me like the cat that ate the canary when she watches me point to the jersey with his name on it, handing over my card to make the purchase.
“Hell, he probably would’ve given you his jersey if you wanted one so bad.”
“I have an idea, and if I want to surprise him, I can’t wait for that.”
“Mmmhm.” She wags her brows at me. “I see you. I can only imagine what you plan to do to surprise him wearing his jersey. Men eat that shit up.”
I know I have a little time before he ends up coming home. The players usually shower in the locker room and get cleaned up before they leave. I’m sure he’ll have to stick around for some media interviews, too.
It’s just before eleven, and I’m starting to get tired when I get a call from Antonio down in the lobby. I had let him know I was waiting on Colson and he promised he’d call me when he saw him come in.
“He’s heading up the elevator now, Ms. Carr.”
“Thank you, Antonio.”
I quickly hang up my phone and toss it on the couch, not bothering to pay attention to where it lands. My adrenaline spikes as my heels click on the tile floor, walking through my dining room to my door.
This is a bold move, but Colson makes me feel bold. He also makes me feel confident and sexy. He’s been going out of his way to show me how much he wants me. I’m eager to chip away at his calm and cool exterior and see if I’m able to make him crack.
Opening the door, I adjust the jersey making sure it’s covering just enough to pull off the look of a dress. I didn’t intend for it to be, but I knew after seeing the way he looked at me in my office, he’d appreciate seeing my legs in the black heels I’m wearing for him. Leaning against the door frame, I watch as the lights blink above the elevator, bringing him closer and closer to me. When the doors part and I see him standing there, dressed in his fitted suit and his gym bag hanging from his shoulder, I can feel the heat pooling in my tummy.
His eyes widen, taken by surprise when he comes face-to-face with me, but when his eyes fall to the jersey with his number on the front, his jaw drops open.
One point for me.
His eyes stare at my legs, my right leg crossed over my left.
“Nice shoes.”
“Thanks, I thought you might like them. They go well with the outfit.”
He smirks, and a grin breaks out across my face.
“I have to agree with that statement. Were you waiting for me?”
“No, I just like hanging out in the hallway with nothing but your jersey on. Seemed like a pleasant way to greet the neighbors.”
“Well, are you going to greet me?”
“Of course, but to properly greet you, I’m going to have to ask you to come inside.”
“Is that right?”
Pushing off the door frame, I take a step into my apartment, careful of how I walk so I don’t give anyone else who may be looking out their peephole a show they may not have expected to receive.
When I glance over my shoulder to make sure he’s following me, I notice his eyes are falling on where the edge of the jersey hits my upper thigh.
Holding the door open for him, I stand back and wait for him to walk through. He doesn’t wait for me to close the door behind him, dropping his bag just inside the doorway as he turns to kiss me. His hands are pressed against the side of my face, holding me as he pushes me back enough to let the door close behind him.
He doesn’t stop kissing me, even when his hand reaches behind him to click the lock into place. He leans back enough to look down at me, biting his lip as he shakes his head, unable to believe what he’s seeing.
“I need you to do a quick little spin. You know, give me the full 360 like those models do.” He chuckles.
“Oh, you want me to model for you?”
He raises his eyebrow, shrugging before he nods his head yes.
Reaching for his hand, I lead him down the hall toward my bedroom. He laces his fingers in mine, using his other hand to unbutton the front of his suit jacket. It’s a shame he isn’t wearing a suit and tie every day, even if he does look damn fine on the basketball court.
When we enter my room, he pauses to glance around the space. I know him well enough by now to recognize he’s using it to peel back another layer of who I am.
Leading him over to the foot of my bed, I push him until he’s reclined back on his elbows. His suit jacket falls open, and my eyes burn into him and the perfectly fitted dress shirt he’s wearing underneath.
I’m itching to get my hands on him, but I need to hold up my end of the deal and give him the full modeling experience.
Running my fingers through my hair, I toss my long locks over to the side, giving it a wild look. Turning so my back is facing him, I saunter along the hardwood floors of my bedroom, pausing to reach for the hem of the jersey, lifting it to show him the new orange panties I purchased recently. After the way his eyes lit up in my office at the sight of my red ones, I knew I needed to get a few more.
I’m glad I did. Seeing his nostrils flare and his jaw clench, give me just the reaction I had been hoping for. His eyes are laser-focused on my every move as I continue to turn so my back is facing him. Bending down, I loosen the strap of my heels and judging by the string of curse words he muttered, my little plan is working. Unhooking my shoe, I kick it off near my closet door, widening my stance before leaning over to my other foot and doing the same.
When I stand facing him, his fingers are pulling at his tie, loosening it.
“No. That’s my job. You sit and wait.”
His eyes widen slightly, the edge of his lip curls up before rubbing his lips together. I think it’s safe to say he’s enjoying how I’ve turned the tables and am now calling the shots.
Yeah, my plan is definitely working like a charm.
Stepping between his legs, my fingers slip into the waistband of his pants, reaching for the buckle of his belt. His eyes turn darker as he peers up at me under his long eyelashes, maki
ng my knees weak.
“Why didn’t you wear this to the game?”
“I ended up buying it after,” I say. He nods his head. “I will next time, though.”
“You may want to hold off for a few games. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get the sight of you bending over like you just did out of my head. It’s not going to help my focus while I play.”
“Well, seeing how you played tonight, something tells me you’ll be fine.”
He smirks. The way his lip curls with his smile, I give into the urge to kiss him.
“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get the sight of you wearing a suit out of my mind anytime soon, either. I liked seeing you in your uniform tonight, but this suit…” I trail off, not finishing the words as I focus on unbuttoning his dress shirt. Running my fingers across his chest over his shoulders, I help him shrug out of his clothes.
His stomach muscles flex when I kiss a line down to the smattering of hair leading to his growing cock. Rubbing my palm roughly over the front of his pants, he whispers “shit” beneath his breath.
This time, when I kneel in front of him, I notice the way he grits his teeth, his jaw clenched. He’s fighting off the need to take control, but when I lower his zipper and wrap my hand around him, he exhales harshly, letting all the pent-up tension deflate out of him. He squeezes his eyes shut when I drag my hand over him, pumping him fast then slow.
A bead of precum leaks from the tip, inviting me to lean forward, swiping my tongue over the head, and he lets out a strangled moan.
His perfectly crafted exterior is cracking right before me, and damn if I don’t love watching him crumble.
Bending forward, I suck him deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Right there.”
My eyes dart over to where his hands fist my comforter, the muscles in his forearms bulging as he lets me continue to take control. His hips start to rock slightly, and I know he’s close.
Tightening my lips around him, I suck him harder, swirling my tongue around his head, guiding my hand and my mouth in perfect unison. He gives in then, using his hands to grab my hair, holding me to him as he utters his pleas, urging me on by telling me he’s about to cum.
With one more swipe of my tongue, he pulls me off him.
“I want to feel you around me. I need to be inside you when I cum.”
He helps me to stand, guiding me to lie on the edge of the bed and makes quick work of helping me out of my panties while he kicks off his pants. When I reach for the hem of his jersey, he stops me, shaking his head.
“No,” he commands. “Keep it on.”
With one hand gripping the back of my thighs, he folds my body until my knees press against my chest, then rubs the head of his cock over my clit.
“Colson,” I moan. The moment he enters me, he tilts his head back and moans.
“Nothing in my life has ever felt as good as being inside you.”
Reaching for my hand, he laces our fingers together as he uses the other to brush over my clit, the move causing both of us to groan as I tighten around him.
“Shit, baby, I’m about to cum already. I need you with me.”
Reaching my hand down between us, I rub the pad of my finger over my clit. Fire blazes in his eyes, watching me touch myself as he struggles to hold himself on the edge until I’m with him.
My legs tremble, shutting my eyes as we both chase our release.
“Fuck, you’re getting tighter,” he moans. “I can’t…” he trails off, as he pumps once, twice before throwing his head back, falling over the edge. The sound of his voice mixed with the hard thrusts sends me crashing with him.
He collapses on my chest, my legs and arms wrapping around him, holding him to me.
“That was one hell of a greeting, babe.”
10
Rush
“Red’s a good color on you,” I whisper in her ear, reflecting on the day in her office when I found her wearing red panties. “Although that dress looks way too good on you to be worn to dinner with your parents.”
She chuckles, batting her eyelashes, staring up at me. The glimmer in her eye is one that’s testing me, but we just pulled up in front of Rosalina’s restaurant. While I’m not opposed to another car rendezvous, the last thing I want is to get caught by her parents this time around.
“Let’s get inside before I decide it looks better on the floorboard of my car.”
She grins, tucking a strand of her long auburn hair behind her ear and reaches for the door handle. Before she pulls the lever, she glances at me over her shoulder, her lips covered in glossy red lipstick as she whispers, “yes sir,” earning her a low growl.
Her laugh this time is harder, throatier. I reach my hand out to swat her ass, though she dodges my attempt.
“You look really good yourself, all dressed up,” she compliments, her voice cracking at the end.
“Behave,” I warn as we reach the front of the restaurant.
It’s easy for us to spot her dad standing near the front by the doorway, choosing to wait for us rather than being seated.
“Oh, honey,” her mom sings as soon as she spots Sydney. Coach smiles broadly when he spots her, dropping my hand from her lower back.
Sydney has mentioned how close they are and how with everything that’s happened since she moved back to Miami, she hasn’t had a chance to spend time with her mom. Seeing Mrs. Carr for the first time, I notice their striking difference as the petite woman hugs Sydney. Her arms wrap around her, holding her face as she tells her daughter how much she has missed her.
“Colson, this is my mother, Susie. Mom, this is Colson.”
“Colson, thank you,” she cries, holding her hands out to me. “I feel like I owe you my life for what you did for our Sydney. Thank you so much.”
I nod, returning her hug as a way of greeting, before clapping my hand in Coach’s. The edge of his mouth curls, telling me it’s good to see me.
“Happy Birthday, Mrs. Carr. I should be thanking you for inviting me to join you tonight.”
“Nonsense, we thank you for what you did and are so grateful to have you joining us. Truly, we appreciate it. Please call me Susie, too.”
Pressing my hand against Sydney’s back, she leans into me, peering up at me with a soft smile. We hadn’t really talked about how tonight would go, but I notice how Coach’s eyes glance from me over to his daughter, examining the close proximity between us, before his eyes find mine again.
“Mr. and Mrs. Carr, we have your table ready. Is your party on their way?”
“No, they’ve just arrived,” he says, gesturing to where I’m standing.
The host looks from me, over to Coach, then back to me. The second glance has his jaw unhinged, practically gaping.
“Holy shit,” he whoops before he’s able to stop himself. “Colson Rush. I’m sorry, I just can’t believe it. Wow, I can’t believe you’re here. I’m such a huge fan.”
He holds his hand out to me, wide-eyed like he’s afraid I’d disappear if he were to blink.
Chuckling, I say, “Hey, man. Good to meet you. Thank you, I appreciate it.”
He grins, shaking my hand with enthusiasm.
“I’m sorry, forgive me. Let me see you to your table.”
He takes a step back, tripping over his own feet before bumping into the hostess stand.
“Jesus, Kevin, what the heck?” Another hostess, who looks like she can’t be more than eighteen years old, scolds him under her breath. He mutters my name to her, motioning with his head over to where I’m standing.
Judging by the look on her face, she isn’t as impressed as he is.
Sydney bumps her hip against me. “Look at you. It seems like everywhere you go, someone loves you.”
“I’m still working on convincing you to do the same.” I wink.
She opens her mouth to speak, but remembering where we are, she stops herself. Her eyes turn glossy, flashing me a small smile,
then follows behind her parents to our table. He leads us past the bar, through the restaurant to a table seated in the back corner.
“Your waiter will be right with you. Have a nice evening.”
Pulling out the seat for Sydney, she subtly brushes her hand over the front of my pants as she takes a seat, whispering, “Thank you.” I bite down on my lip to avoid moaning right in front of her parents.
Trying to distract myself from the temptress next to me, I look out the floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting the distant setting sun, painting the sky with a mix of pink and orange hues. The view is stunning, and for a moment, I wish I could be alone with Sydney to enjoy it.
I’ve grown used to dressing up for events and fancy dinners in these upscale restaurants, but this isn’t at all what my life was like growing up. In fact, there were some nights we struggled to scrape by and put together a meal. My mom worked hard to provide for us, always feeding my brother and me first before she ever considered eating herself.
“I haven’t been here since you were named Coach of the Year, Dad.” Sydney smiles, resting her elbows on the table, folding her hands together.
The conversation shifts from when Coach started with the Blaze, later getting the head coach job, to Sydney’s life living in Miami. They gush over her high school years, reminisce about their trip to Hawaii when Sydney graduated with a four-point-zero, and when the Blaze made it to the playoffs.
“Who would’ve thought we’d be here now, you working for the Blaze,” Susie boasts. “I still remember when we found out your dad got the head coach position. He was busy when he was an assistant, but boy did it get busy when he started traveling more. I needed to be home to help care for you and see after things.”
It’s clear we’ve lived vastly different lives up until now. Exotic trips, fancy restaurants, this just wasn’t who I was at my core. My mom always had to hold a job, providing for our family. Yeah, it’s great to have money and be able to buy nice things, but it’s not what matters to me. It’s why I’ve always wanted to get involved in the community, find ways to give back.