by Eden Rose
Sit where all the other basketball wives sit.
Yes, please!
I ignored Jerry all last night or maybe he ignored me. I’m not sure which one of us did the most to avoid each other, but I did take some of my stuff out of our master and brought it into the guest room. The guest room’s bed isn’t as comfortable as the one in the master, but it will work for the time being. Meaning, until I get out of there.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Shana yells at the television and then I giggle.
“You don’t know the first thing about basketball,” I say to her.
She rolls her eyes and then paces the living room. My eyes widen when one of the players from the purple team (I already had forgotten what they are called) elbows Wyatt in the chest. Wyatt grunts and rubs his chest with his left hand. I don’t miss when he winks at the camera almost as if he was looking for me.
My cheeks blush and Olivia plops down next to me. “Girl, that man has it bad for you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I admit.
“We know!”
I try to ignore both of them but then they sit on each side of me and throw their arms around my neck. “We know that things are tough for you, but we love you,” Shana says to me and kisses my forehead.
Olivia kisses the other side of my forehead and hums her agreement. “This asshole isn’t going to beat you at this. We are going to take him for everything that he has and then make him suffer.”
“And now, for our halftime show!” The announcer on the game calls out and the audience goes crazy. I must admit that I’m pretty excited as well at the chance of seeing what Wyatt is going to do.
All three of us giggle and wait to see what’s going to happen together and when nothing is said for fifteen seconds, I look at the announcer who’s smiling at something on the side.
“Looks like our player of the game is… Wyatt Thorne! We are so happy to have him here with us and we have a fresh exclusive for you.”
Wyatt steps up towards the announcer and his face is dripping in sweat. “Hey, Jim. Thanks for having me here.” His deliciously lean body is covered in thick layers of sweat. I can see the muscles of his amazing chiseled chest rise and fall from breathing as heavy as he is.
I wish he were here with me. The pit in my stomach that proves how much I miss him is getting larger and deeper at the sight of him.
“Well, Wyatt, we have here that you are single. Is that true?”
My heart beats faster and faster at the thought of him answering this question how I want him to answer it. However, is there really a right answer?
He smiles that half smile and then winks at the camera. It’s almost as if his eyes immediately sought out my own because our eyes are holding each other through the television. “No, I’m with someone very special right now. She couldn’t be here tonight, but you will be seeing her shortly.”
“What are you doing after your game?” The announcer asks him and thrusts the mic in front of his face.
“I’m going to eat cupcakes.”
My whole body feels as if it’s been caught on fire and I can’t help but feel giddy.
“Holy shit!” All three of us say afterwards.
“He didn’t just say that, did he?” I ask as my face turns bright red. Holy fuck. I don’t believe that he said that to me like that especially on television.
The announcer chuckles and then claps him on the back after taking the microphone out of his face. “Well, you certainly deserve it after the great game that you played today. I can’t wait to see more from you.”
Wyatt winks at the camera and then strolls back to the main line where all of his other teammates are.
“Is it normal for a man to make me turn six shades of different reds and he’s not even in here?” I ask my friends.
Olivia starts giggling and so does Shana. “That man, he’s totally the right one for you. How big is his dick?” Shana asks me and ducks when I throw a pillow at her.
“Huge! King Kong sized!” I stick my hands out, thumbs out like I’m doing the $5 Sub thing, and hold them so there’s a great amount of space between my hands. They should be able to get the picture. I might as well put them out of the misery. He does have a big dick.
The rest of the game is a close one. Our team is down two points by the final countdown and I’m sure we are about to lose. Olivia elbows me in the side and I take my hands down from my eyes to take a look at the television. Wyatt just made the winning shot.
“We won!” I yell and jump up and down like a cheerleader would at a game.
The audience goes crazy at seeing that we won, the announcers are happy that it was Wyatt who won the game. I’m happy that he won because now that means I can get out of this state during the playoffs.
The announcer is yelling about something and then when I look up, everyone is hooting and hollering. “The winner from the other prequalifying game is… Miami Florida!”
All three of us jump up and down like a bunch of clowns at the mentioning of the Miami. Myself, because I’m going to go with Wyatt and the girls… Well, they are just happy that they have something to obsess about.
Imagine my surprise when my phone rang about thirty minutes after the game had ended. I had just brushed my teeth and was about to crawl into Olivia’s guest room when it rang. I take a brisk walk to my phone and smile through my whole my body when I see his name.
“Hey, baby,” I say into the phone. I’m not one for pet names, but I think that Wyatt likes it.
His deep and sexy voice filters through the line and I swoon all over again. “We did it, cupcake.”
At the mentioning of his pet name for me, I blush completely and feel like I’m about to die from being so happy. “You did! I’m so proud of you!”
“Where are you?” He asks me.
I look around the room that I’m staying in tonight and shrug more so to myself than to him. Well, obviously because he can’t see me shrugging. “I’m staying at Olivia’s for the night.”
The breathing on the other end of the phone gets heavier and I can just imagine him thinking something bad happened. Before he could work himself up, I put him out of his misery. “No, nothing happened. Jerry and I have been ignoring each other. And I’m just here for the night.”
“I just want to make sure that I don’t need to come get you. I will totally do that. Baby, you don’t deserve the amount the shit that he is giving you. You will let me know if I need to take care of this.”
It’s not a request.
I can’t see his face, but I can only assume that he’s got his jaw fixed and he’s using his “smolder” look that he has when he’s talking about something very important. I love that look. He looks defined and sexy like that.
“I will.”
We talk on the phone for about twenty more minutes and within that twenty minutes, I know I made the right choice by going with him. Wyatt is so sweet and thoughtful towards me and it’s amazing to know that he cares so much for me.
Chapter 17
Wyatt
The fact that I couldn’t bring Keeley with me on the plane to Miami, really bothers me. I wanted to bring her with me but it’s for the team only.
I looked through her email on her phone and found her confirmation ticket email and I upgraded her to first class. The woman carries around a very expensive purse but doesn’t spring for first class. She’s insane.
The team and I land in a popular airport in Miami and then are shuttled off of the bus. The airport is filled with fans and they are yelling out some of our names. I duck my head so they don’t pay attention to me. Our hotel that we are staying at is actually an all exclusive resort and I’m more than happy to share it with Keeley.
Little does she know that we are staying here for an extra week and I have that blue box that I didn’t give her at the hotel in Dearborn. This place would be more romantic for me to tell her how I feel about everything.
Especially about her leaving Jerry and coming to
live with me. I have more than enough room in my house for her as well. However, I do worry about how she will feel with seeing Luke all of the time. And Ruth.
The sting of that betrayal might affect her choices with coming to live with me.
Fuck.
“Yo, Thorne!”
I break out of my thoughts and turn to see my team mate, John, waving his hand at me in the lobby of a beautiful hotel. “What?”
The man is one of the shortest players on the team but he’s an excellent player. I once saw him do a slam dunk and break the back board. “Coach wants to see you before we check in.”
I jog over to where the coaches are by the front desk with a handful of room keys for all of us. One of my favorite coaches, Joe, spins with room keys in his hands and hands me one.
“You wanted to see me?” I ask him as I tower over him with my height. I’m so much taller than him but Joe is a good coach. One of the best in the league.
The five-foot seven coach gives me a key and a stern look on his face. “Normally we don’t allow spouses to be in the player’s room. But since you fuckin’ dominated in the game, we are making an exception. Your room was upgraded and everything you requested has been completed.”
I smile and then thank him. I walk to the other side to get my room keys and take my bag through the hall towards the rooms. My room is towards the back of the resort and I can’t tell you how happy I am for that. The fact that I get to have Keeley all to myself, is amazing.
My eyes take in the soft lighting around the hotel and the fact that the hotel has the other side of the hallways completely open so the outside can peek in.
Keeley is going to love it.
After turning a few more hallways, I finally found my room and shoved my key into the slot. The ding signifies it being unlocked and I swing the door open. The smell of fresh water and fresh air hit my nose before I even get a good look inside.
Everything is perfect.
I place the little blue box that I got for her that I didn’t give her at the other hotel, in a special drawer off to the side. I want to make sure she’s surprised when she gets it.
After a thorough look around the room, I decide it’s going to get as good as it’s going to get and there is not much more I can do.
Damn it.
I feel like I’m missing something. Do I light some candles and play some light music? Is that too corny? I don’t want her to think that I’m trying too hard ever though I am. After these few days, I’m laying everything out there.
I’m not going to take the waiting game anymore and I need her to know that she’s as serious as I am. I can’t handle this much more of a wait until I lose my mind. I love her, she says that she loves me too. Why can’t we move on?
Jerry is going to be a problem and I’m going to have to figure out a way to settle it. It’s obvious that it needs to be more forceful than waiting for the legal system to pick it up.
Well that and the fact that he already knows I was in a gang. Might as well use some of the shit that I learned from being in one to prove to him that he doesn’t know who he’s messing with.
Chapter 18
Keeley
What does one pack to go on a romantic vacation with their boyfriend? I don’t even know. Do I just pack lingerie? Probably not. I don’t want it to seem as if I’m trying too hard to get him to like me.
Even though he says that he loves me. I don’t know what the hell I’m packing but my suitcase is full.
I look around the guest room of my house where I have moved all of my things, and I can’t help but feel guilty for not being sad. Aren’t I supposed to be feeling like I’m doing something wrong? The only thing I feel wrong about is the fact that I don’t feel wrong about it.
I know it makes no sense.
Going through airport security was a breeze and so was the flight. I had the whole row to myself in first class so I didn’t have to talk to anyone. One trip I took, I sat next to a grandmother who insisted on telling me about how her grandson was single, we would make pretty babies.
Why am I feeling so nervous about spending a week with Wyatt? He had gotten special permission to get an extra few days’ worth of vacation and I can’t wait to spend time with him. However, in the end- I know after spending so much time with him, I’m not going to want to leave him.
We land in Florida, and I eagerly jump off the plane. In all of my excitement, I never settled plans with Wyatt as to whether or not he’s going to be picking me up or if I’m getting a taxi. Quickly, I power my phone on because I’m anxious to find out how I’m going to get to him.
There’s a text waiting for me that makes me swoon before I even finish reading it.
WYATT: baby, by the time you are reading this, you will be seconds away from me
WYATT: which is seconds too long
WYATT: turn around and close your eyes
WYATT: just do it
WYATT: please
WYATT: i love you
After reading that last text, I do as he asks. I turn around and close my eyes in the middle of the busy airport and wait for something to happen. What, I don’t know but I’m waiting.
I feel a set of long fingers take their rightful place on my hips and I smile a little. His front is flushed against my back and I wiggle a little so my ass rubs against his dick. “I’m so happy you’re here,” I whisper through my nerves.
“Cupcake, keep your eyes closed.”
His fingers leave my hips and I instantly miss his touch. I whimper slightly and he hushes me by kissing my shoulder. “Move your hair to your other shoulder for me please.”
I follow directions without even a little bit of hesitation. The movement of his hands and arms as they move around my neck has me startled but not as much as when something cold touches me. The cold metal that is touching my neck has me almost jumping out of my skin.
Wyatt chuckles a little and then slaps me lightly on my ass cheek. “You can open your eyes now.”
With a fastness that I didn’t even realize I had, I open my eyes and place my hand on what’s cold around my neck. I feel that it is a necklace and from the goofy look on Wyatt’s face, I know it’s something special.
The pendant is a decent size and is shaped like a ball. Maybe a basketball. My eyes are watching Wyatt as he takes in my reaction to the gift that he has given me and I smile at him. I rub my thumb over and over the pendant and I can feel the diamonds that are raised on it.
“Why are you smiling at me? Baby, you haven’t even looked at it yet.”
Without even thinking, I speak my mind. “I don’t have to look at it to know that it’s absolutely perfect. Thank you.”
Wyatt places his hands on my cheeks and brings me in for a big Hollywood kiss. One of those overly dramatic ones that makes everyone super jealous around them. I coax open both of our lips and slip my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues are dueling each other, my hands are reaching into his shirt to feel his skin.
I have missed the way his skin feels on my hands and I can’t wait to feel him.
“Shit,” I murmur as he breaks our kiss. My eyes are still tightly closed and before I could even say anything, I know why he has stopped.
Chapter 19
Wyatt
“Ahem!”
I almost didn’t hear the clearing of the throat from behind me until someone tapped on my shoulder. Slowly, I withdrawal my fingers from Keeley’s face and then place my hands on her hips.
It’s really silly, but the thought of someone interrupting up while we were having a private moment, irks the shit out of me.
“Yes?” I ask with loud breathing. Keeley has me so turned on right now that I’m surprised I’m even able to speak right now. I have no idea why I’m being so calm. I was about five seconds away from shoving her into a bathroom and fucking her unconscious.
The TSA agent is an African American man with a scowl on his face. “This is an airport, not Motel 6. Please gather up your belongings and leave.”
Taking that as my cue to leave, I turn back to Keeley who has a stupid grin on her face and flushed cheeks. “Are you turned on?” I ask her even though I know the answer to that question. She’s turned on as much as I am if not more.
“Give me your hand,” she asks me and holds her hand out. I place mine in hers and then she places it up her skirt a little so I can feel the wetness from her arousal. I’m expecting to have my fingers touch fabric, but all I touch is her silky skin. “Does that answer your question?”
Like it was burning me, I yank my hand away and then bring my fingers to my mouth. Once they are there, I lick her juices and her stare while I do it. “I would say you are.”
I scan the airport until I see where I’m looking for. “You have to be quiet,” I tell her and drag her through the maze of people until I get to where I’m going.
“Excuse us,” Keeley calls as we plow through the people in lines to board planes or to gather their luggage. We are both possessed with the urge to get our fill of one another and I know that I’m pretty close to begging right now.
I swing open the family bathroom and then immediately turn to lock the door. My girl must sense my desperation, because she’s already kicked her shoes off and began to undress.
Watching her eyes as they greedily look up and down my body as I undress as well, makes me remember to watch her too. I look down to see the tops of her tits about to spill over the tops of her lacey bra.
“Holy shit. Baby, you take my breath away every damn time. Shit,” I stutter out.
I push my pants down and then free my aching dick which is harder than concrete. Knowing that we don’t have time for me to cherish her, I grab her waist and pull her towards me. Her hand wraps around my dick and squeezes.
Without much effort, I have her picked up and her legs are wrapped around my waist. My dick takes this opportunity to slide into her wet, hot and tight pussy quickly.
Keeley’s head falls back exposing her neck to me. My lips latch onto her collarbone and I suck her skin into my mouth. “Oh, yeah!” She chants as I slide in and out of her.