End Zone Love (Connecticut Kings Book 4)

by Love Belvin

  I felt my damn balls tingle as soon as we were midway through. Nervous, I slammed on the brake before easing up, but it was too late; the damn truck jolted, rocking us. It moved again, my palms tight on the wheel and my thighs tensing hard to stay in control. It didn’t work. Jade’s pussy was jerking my dick with a tight grip, titties bouncing too close to my face. That spongy sound from her tight, creamy pussy could be heard underneath Sade’s “Babyfather.” I tried staying focused to see my way into the garage without driving into the damn house. But when the bottom of my feet warmed and spine straightened, I had no choice but to shoot off in her.

  “Uh!” I grunted as my ass lifted with her on my lap.

  “Trentiiiiiin…” she cried, probably because she felt more of me as I held her at her tiny waist.

  When I finished, my head rolled against the rest, eyes closed, and heart pounding in my chest. I could still feel her nails pushing into my shoulders. Her pussy still throbbing as she rocked over me, dragging out the last of my lift off. After a few of them, I took her at the hips to stop her.

  “Sto—I can’t,” was all I could make out.

  I heard her snicker then felt her sit back. I cracked my lids open and saw her laying back on the steering wheel wearing a slick smirk.

  “You want to put me in park; how ‘bout you start with the truck.” She tossed her lips down toward the transmission stick that was still in drive. That’s when it hit me how dangerous a position we were in. I reached over to switch the gear and turn off the stereo. Her smell hit me hard in my movement, snatching my attention. I reached down with my thumb and rubbed her clit. Jade slushed with her mouth and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

  “I’mma eat the shit outta ya pussy soon as we get upstairs,” I warned her.

  Jade’s walls squeezed again. She was with it. I didn’t want her to think I was done with her little ass. As soon as we dealt with Kyree, she was all mine.

  As I reached to pluck her hard nipple, the door of the house opened from inside the garage. My first thought was to grab Jade and back out, but I remembered I was home. Then when I saw a petite figure inside the frame that was almost identical to hers on top of me, I froze. My eyes dropped then lids collapsed.

  Jade giggled, bouncing on my dick again. “What’s that face for?” She rolled her hips over me again. “You can’t wait?”

  “Ya moms,” I tried.

  “What?” her tone turned serious and I felt her shifting up straight.

  “Ms. McDowell,” I tried a little louder, tossing my hand toward the door where she stood, holding a tied up plastic bag.

  “Who…” Jade asked as her head flew around.

  When I thought she would hop off my cock, Jade turned back to me and tucked her chin into her chest. She froze. Ms. McDowell seemed to have been frozen, too. I moved slowly to pull Jade’s dress back over her swollen breasts, my actions subtle so it wouldn’t be so obvious. Jade was so mortified, she didn’t move to help.

  The door was slammed and we were in the three car garage alone again. Jade’s head still low. I didn’t know what to do. These two pint sized firecrackers had a weird relationship; one I wanted no parts of and definitely didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire of. But I hated to see my lady curled in shame on my lap like she was.

  “C’mere, man.”

  I reached up and pulled her into my chest. She didn’t fight me, but she didn’t hug me back either. I rubbed her back, feeling how she was tense all over. Not knowing what else to do, I just held her. Jade had shared how her mother disapproved ninety-nine point nine percent of the things she did as a kid…and adult. I was sure this was one to add to the list.

  Jade’s little frame jerked and she tried to move.

  “I have to get up. I’m leaking,” she whispered, shifting away from me.

  She moaned tortured-like when lifting off of my cock, my come dripping from her as she crossed over the console to the passenger seat. I tried catching what I could with my hands, used to this by now. Jade was the first chick I went raw with since high school. When I was dumb as hell. She was the only one I’d never used a condom with at all. The shit was still blowing my mind, but my dumb ass couldn’t shake myself into doing something about it.

  Jade passed me napkins from the center console to help with the spill and cleaned herself off as much as she could in a truck. She only offered me worried eyes when she opened the door and left out. She went to the back seat to grab her coat and I watched her make her way into the house, carrying her shoes in one hand.

  I was no coward. Jade walking in there by herself may make her seem alone. But I was no fool either. I’d give them a few minutes of gunfire before assessing the bloodbath. I pulled up my pants and collected the wet napkins from the car. After rolling up the windows, I shut down the truck, grabbed my phone and stepped out. On my way to the door, I dumped the napkins in the trash bin.

  My phone rang as I was stepping into the house. I didn’t recognize the number, which wasn’t a big deal; I’d changed my number just before Super Bowl. I only sent the new one to a few in my contacts. The 856 area code caught my attention. As I decided to answer, I could hear Chéri, Jade’s mom, speaking low. They were down the long hall, in the kitchen, but I could make out her voice—all proper, soprano, and dignified.

  “Yeah?” I answered.

  “Hey. Trent?”

  My face balled. “Yeah?” I barked, stopping in the middle of the hall.

  “It’s Snot-Snot.” He sounded sad—scared. It was too similar to the call for help I got years ago. The one that sent me up. “Yo, they told me to call you.”

  “The hell, Snot?” He needed to get to the point.

  “It’s ya moms. She here at Cooper.” My eyes fell and heart shot from my chest. “They ain’t tellin’ us the deal, but I thought you’d prolly wanna know.”

  “I’m on my way.” I killed the call and took a deep breath, looking down the hall toward the kitchen.

  “All I’m saying, Ms. Jade Renee, is it may give a negative impression,” she tried whispering, but the flaring of her nostrils belied her casual presentation. “I understand you’re an adult and are allowed to express yourself how you like, but you must keep all things in mind.”

  I dropped my face into my palms, begging for patience to remain. “What things?”

  “Kyree,” she answered, astounded, those greens sparkling at my audacity. “He’s crazy about Trent. It would devastate him if you two went your separate ways because Trent had a change of mind about what he wants in a wife.”

  I am his wife! screamed in my head, but I wouldn’t dare share that with her.

  Only a handful of people knew, mainly those in attendance. Kyree didn’t even know. And I certainly didn’t trust my mother with our secret. I didn’t want our nuptials to detract from Trent’s comeback to the league. But at times like this, I wanted to scream to the high heavens that he was mine: legally, spiritually, and physically.

  His delicious and warm fragrance wafted through my fingers, holding my face. Then the heat of his touch was at my lower back. I glanced up from my palms to see him curled over me, his face inches from mine. There was concern dancing in his eyes.

  “Emergency in CMD. I’m about to shoot down there,” he spoke low, droned into my person, blocking my mother off with his broadness. “I’ll hit you in a minute.”

  So lost in the safety of his vastness, all I could do at first was blink. Trent was my balm against all adversities. He instantly soothed me.

  “O-okay,” I breathed incoherently.

  He dipped his bushy chin. “You good here?”

  I nodded, unable to say or do much else. My mother had really riled me up and his simple presence put me into a tailspin, searching for my bearings to end this night. With intent eyes pinned to me, Trent backed up, opening me to my mother. Eventually, he turned to her. Her eyes were wild with pleasant wonder. A complete contrast to their incensed virescence moments ago.

  “Ms. McDowell,�
� he uttered in acknowledgement. My belly fluttered at how he never said Misses, something I was sure he wasn’t aware of. My mother melted at his half greeting. “Thanks for keeping Ky so we could take that meeting.”

  My mother sucked in air, her eyes bouncing between Trent and me. “It was my absolute pleasure! I told Jade: anytime you two need me, I’m here!”

  I wondered which two she was referring to: Trent and me or Ky and Trent. Either way, it wasn’t exclusive to me, her only child.

  Trent gave a respectful nod, and as he retreated, his eyes returned to me. “Wait up till I call you.”

  I nodded again, swallowing my desire for him to stay. Before I knew it, Trent was gone. Left was my second biggest opponent in life.

  “Mom… Ummmmm…” I scratched my forehead as I browsed my burgundy toenails. I needed to shower my sins with my husband from my soiled thighs. “It’s late, and I want to check in on Ky before I turn down—”

  “KyKy’s been down for an hour.” She called him a nickname I’d given him again. It infuriated and warmed me at the same time. I truly believed my mother loved my son. What I couldn’t reconcile was how could that adoration exceed what she had for me. “I gave him a dose of the nighttime cough syrup like you told me after giving him a warm bath with a vapor rub bath bomb. He seemed calm after that and dosed off while watching those play highlights of Trent’s career.” Her face opened pleadingly. “See, Jade. This”—she gestured the grand kitchen I’d redesigned for Trent recently—“is about him, too.”

  “He’s none of your business,” I stated calmly.

  My mother’s head swung back and for a while, it appeared she couldn’t speak.

  “Not my business?” She covered her neck with her French manicured fingers. “I’ve been spending loads of time with him, taking him places, teaching him things—”

  “As a grandmother should. But he’s my child. My job to make calls on. But don’t worry; I won’t dare make a mess of his life or stunt his growth the way you have mine.”

  “Me? I’m just trying to expose him to a stable and loving environment, something he needs to know. God knows he hasn’t seen it.”

  She wasn’t listening. She kept looking past me. My pain. My cries.

  “What he won’t be seeing anymore is you.”

  My mother backed into the counter, eyes wild with horror.

  “What did you just say, young lady?” she gasped.

  This had been brewing for some time now. I’d been dodging the low blows, ignoring the silent admonishments. But no more. Lately, I’d had little tolerance for it. I couldn’t continue to ignore them for the sake of Kyree having a relationship with her. I had to fight for my dignity. She didn’t discriminate who she’d fling her tongue of condemnation to. She’d disparaged my parenting practices in front of my son several times already. I needed to protect him from that. From her.

  “I said he won’t be seeing you. My son is no charity case. He’s your descendent. Someone you should have a familial connection to; not an obligation to continue to fix what you’ve never been able to with me. My son is a person. He’s an extension of me.” I slapped my chest with my hand. “Remember her?” My hand whipped in the air and ended up pointing between her legs. “The one who came from you? Do you remember her? Me?”

  “Of course, I do. You’re my child!”

  “Then start acting like it!” I screamed so hard, my chords protested in pain.

  My mother’s arms flew into the air as she turned away, in search for her things. She shook her head furiously.

  “That’s it. I’ve tried. I’ve only wanted the best for you, Jade, and time and time again, you just sling dung back into my face!” She located her purse and coat on the bench under the bay window. “I don’t know what more to do!” She kept at her rambling as she searched her purse for her keys. “You’ve always been titanium in the head, never listening for your own good—” her voice cracked with tears.

  I choked back mine. There was nothing I could say that would get through to her. She would never see the good in me. She would never accept me for who I was.

  When she was done, my mother headed out of the kitchen for the door. I followed on her heels, fighting familiar rage when we shared the same air. I cut her off at the path, unlocking and opening the door for her.

  “Please tell my KyKy I’m sorry it has to be this way.” She sniffled, lifting her head in the air and walking out of my life.

  Again.

  I closed Ky’s room door with my left hand while swiping my running nose with my right. Tonight was supposed to be fun. I’d been looking forward to it. Trent was away on Valentine’s Day, working juvenile systems in California for close to two weeks. I didn’t make a big deal out of it; knew it was coming, so I prepared myself. But seeing everybody post their celebrations had me in my feelings big time. I’d had lots of “big” Valentine’s Day expressions: balloons, candy, bags, and gold jewelry, mainly from Ryshon. But I was finally married and wanted the real deal from my husband. Yeah, Trent had flowers, chocolate, lingerie, and a platinum ankle bracelet with a soft, scripted dog tag with J, my EndZone Love. But he wasn’t here for me to celebrate it with him.

  He was away. And Kyree and I went out to dinner and caught a movie after school. While waiting on our food to be served, I was on social media spying posts by Cole and Jordan Johnson. They were in some romantic restaurant boo’d up with dozens of white roses all around. My first lady at Redeeming Souls for Abundant Living in Christ church, Lex, posted a pic of her and Ezra on an island. I was surprised to see my pastor shirtless as he held little Lisa-Mare in his buff arms. He was… Thick and cut. Dangerously appealing holding a small baby in his arms. But he smiled, teeth could be seen between his thick mustache and beard. Lex held him with one arm on his beefy shoulder and the other at his abdomen, below his belly button with possession.

  Heck… I would, too, if Pastor was working with all that beneath those tailor-made suits!

  The Carmichaels weren’t the only ones away on a lover’s day. Zoey posted pictures of her family in Santorini, eating outdoors in the morning at a table with a bountiful breakfast spread, and at night, she and Stenton were toasting alone at a winery, at a table in a vineyard. She’d told me it was her favorite place on earth months back. Stenton had been enjoying retirement.

  But me? Alone. With my KyKy, something I was used to but didn’t expect to still have while married—secretly married. And tonight, Trent’s first night home in almost two weeks, I was alone again. I toed to the room, looking forward to showering. Once at the opposite end of the hall, at the master suite, I went straight to my phone to check for something from Trent. Nothing. But it was close to a two hour drive from Alpine to Camden. It dawned on me I never asked Trent about the emergency, fighting to keep my shit together with my mother.

  After pulling my dress over my head, I unsnapped my bra strap and sighed. I was tired, wishing I could curl up in the massive bed in front of me—with a big body that owed me. I gaited over to the walk-in closet to dump my clothes in the hamper and caught Trent’s luggage on the floor. He didn’t have time to unpack earlier. Almost as soon as he got in, he had to shower to get ready for our business dinner with the Tinsels. He sat with a fevering Kyree for a while then was off to get ready.

  I walked out of the closet, making a mental note to sort his things in the morning. En route to the bathroom, I tiptoed past Kyree’s iPod on the dresser flashing from an incoming FaceTime. I suddenly recalled Trent sauntering into the master suite with it, saying Ky complained of Wi-Fi issues. By the time I picked it up, it had stopped. But I could see several missed calls. I didn’t recognize the numbers and figured it was one of his friends from school, because the number wasn’t a contact. Placing the iPod back on the dresser, I decided to add it to the list of things that would have to wait. I still had dried semen on my thighs.

  My shower was perfect: hot, pounding water, pelting my skin and steaming the bathroom. I dried off and tossed on a Connecticu
t Kings t-shirt. While sitting on the bench in the bathroom lotioning my feet, I heard my phone go off in the room. I took off, wanting to hear from Trent about the emergency hauling him from me at such a late hour. But it wasn’t him. It was Renee, Kyree’s grandmother. Ryshon’s mother.

  “Hey,” I answered.

  “There the fuck you is,” a deeper tenor than I was expecting returned.

  My mouth fell open. It couldn’t be.

  No…

  “I been tryna FaceTime that lil nigga from lil Renee’s phone, but he ain’t answer. Tell ‘em his old man’s home.”

  My stomach toiled and shoulder bowed at his announcement.

  ~Two

  “Yo, my nigga. It’s good seeing you ‘round these parts, man!” An excited voice caught my attention from behind.

  I turned from the window and saw Snot-Snot approaching me with his hand out. He eyeballed Tyheem, my security, who was ready to intercept. But when I smiled and raised my arm, ready to return the dap, Tyheem took a step back.

  Snot made it to me and we embraced.

  “You staring out a dark ass window,” he joked with a smile, sporting his skully cap to the side.

  “That’s what you see?” I joked, knowing it would go over his head.

  At one in the morning, it was dark out with only the parking lot lamps on outside. But I didn’t need much more for a view as I questioned how long I would be here.

  “You look good, man. I see the Feds was easy on ‘em.”

  “Not on my time. Worse days of my life, but I’mma G, my dude.”

  Snot nodded while smiling. “I see that. I see that. I see you back on ya field, too. Proud of you.” A single neck bow was my response. “Trick told me you bounced back on ya feet. That’s what’s up.”

  “God is good.”

  Especially when I wasn’t. The last time I’d spoken to Snot-Snot—before taking his call tonight about my moms being here in the hospital—was when he called asking if Tommy Boy could camp out at my boarded property here in Camden. I had no idea why. I only knew Snot and Tommy were my uncle, Trick’s, day ones and I would look them out without question. Me not questioning them cost me eighteen months of my life and almost my livelihood.