She's All I Need(A Sports Romance)

by Chiquita Dennie

  “Is this a lovers’ squabble? Donovan, how do you feel about your ex sleeping with Julian?” The guy pushed the camera in Donovan’s face. He lunged for him.

  I yelled out, “Donovan, no! Take me home now.”

  He glared at the camera guy and looked back at me and grabbed my hand, went to his car, and opened the passenger door to let me in as Luna, Abigail, and Sutton came out finally.

  “Mara we can drop you off,” Luna said.

  “She’s riding with me,” Donovan said.

  “Are you sure, Mara?” Luna questioned and I smiled appreciating my friend had my back.

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “Okay, call me when you make it inside,” Luna told me and gave her brother a harsh grimace.

  Donovan started the car and pulled out of the parking structure, then drove off, not saying a word. I couldn’t believe the way the night had gone, and how he’d acted in front of everyone. I was beyond embarrassed and pissed that I’d let myself get so involved in his mess with Julian. I’d been used as a pawn.

  Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to his place, and I was ready to just completely lose it altogether.

  “This isn't my apartment.”

  “Get out,” Donovan said.

  “You were supposed to take me home.”

  “This is your home,” he stated. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.

  I peered at him, waiting to see if he was serious. He didn’t flinch. I jumped out of his car and strolled up to his condo without a word. I’d call a cab.

  Bypassing the security guard, we made it into the elevator and to his front door a few minutes later. He slid the key into the lock, and I walked in and sat on the couch. I pulled my phone out of my purse to make a call. I started to dial, but he snatched it out of my hand.

  “Give me my phone, Donovan.”

  “Talk to me.”

  He put my phone in his pocket.

  “Now you want to talk? You’re ridiculous.”

  Donovan sighed and walked up close to me and placed his hands on my hips.

  “I apologize for not making things right.”

  “You ignored me and went cold for two weeks.”

  “I know, baby.” He bent down and kissed me on the forehead, then on my cheek, then buried his face against my neck.

  “No, that won’t work this time.” I stepped out of his grasp.

  “What can I say to make it right?”

  “Are you back sleeping with Tabitha?”

  “No of course not.”

  “How do I know that? I haven’t seen or spoken to you in two weeks!”

  He crashed his lips against mine. Soon, I got lost in the feeling of his large hands cupping my ass, and the smell of his smoky sage cologne.

  “No, wait Donovan.” I finally got enough strength to push him back.

  “I’m sorry, Mara. Forgive me, please,” Donovan begged, grasping my chin. He bent down and captured my lips again. His hands slid down my arms toward my back. The minute we locked in a tight embrace I felt his growing manhood against my leg. Not only had I been missing our talks and funny banter, but also our long nights of lovemaking and feeling him inside me.

  “Take this off.” Donovan’s voice was filled with lust and urgency.

  I was taking too long to get undressed. He dropped to his knees, ripped my shorts and panties off, and pushed me against the wall. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and spread open my entrance, swiping his tongue against my clit. I buckled at the knees, almost falling, gripping his shoulders to stay upright as we peered at each other. Something in his eyes was asking for permission and wanted me to forgive him for the way he’d treated me.

  “Can I make it up to you, baby?” Donovan trailed kisses down my thighs, caressing me with both hands.

  “Yes…” I whimpered, stripping out of my red halter top.

  Donovan stood and removed his shirt, pants, and shoes, then carried me to the bathroom. He put me down and turned the shower on, then extended his hand for me to take. He gripped me tight in his arms and nuzzled his face against my neck.

  “I’m an idiot for shutting you out,” Donovan said, pulling back and cupping both sides of my face.

  “I agree.”

  He smirked, opening the shower door farther and letting me in first to step under the water. It was a luxurious, spa-like, stainless-steel shower with dual showerheads, a bench in the corner, and a mosaic-tiled floor. Donovan gently massaged one of my breasts with one hand and put his lips on the other.

  “Ohhh…”

  Feeling the bliss that was coming from the strokes of his tongue and hand, I pressed a hand against his large girth and started stroking him.

  “I want to please you all night baby and show you how sorry I am.'' Donovan bit gently on my nipple, then flicked his tongue across it. They grew harder at his familiar touch, a pool of moisture seeping down my thigh.

  “Turn around, place your hands flat on the wall,” he demanded, and I stood on my tiptoes to peck his lips and turned around facing the bench with my hands on the wall and legs spread.

  “Ahhh!”

  “Just like I remembered,” Donovan muttered as he spread my ass cheeks wide and spit, inserted his index finger and pumped in and out as his tongue was buried deep in my backdoor.

  “Oh God! Donovan,” I screeched, feeling the double penetration. Donovan was the most adventurous lover I’d ever had and the things he’d done to my body only made me want him more and more. Hearing his moans of passion took me to the edge and I wanted to feel his dick.

  “I... I... can’t,” I rushed out, feeling my legs getting weak. Not only dealing with the steamy hot water, but his skills was making it hard to even remember why we haven’t talked in a couple of weeks. All of a sudden I felt Donovan poking my entrance. He eased in slowly as he kissed the top of my shoulder. The both of us sighed in relief.

  “Shit... baby, you take my breath away,” Donovan remarked, sliding out and turning me around. He changed positions, sitting on the bench.

  I straddled his lap and gripped his dick, positioning him at my entrance and lowering myself slowly. I wrapped my arms around his neck. As he pumped upward, I met his thrusts.

  “I love you Mara baby.” Donovan kissed along my jaw, neck, chin, then captured my lips and eased his tongue inside. We went for two more rounds until the water turned cold and eventually cleaned ourselves off and got into bed together wrapped up in each other’s arms.

  “I love you, too.”

  Kamara

  During the early morning, I eased out of Donovan’s arms and left a note on his pillow.

  I didn’t want to wake you, but I needed to clear my head.

  I don’t think sex would help without really talking about how things happened.

  —Kamara

  Since then, I’ve been working in Cafe Sin all morning drinking coffee and talking with Abigail about what happened. Donovan and Luna have called me nonstop all morning and I haven’t returned a message.

  “What do you plan on saying?” Abigail asked as she placed another vanilla latte in front of me. I cut off a piece of the banana muffin and tossed it in my mouth. I was waiting on Luna to meet up with me for a girls’ night later today and movies.

  “I have no idea, he basically brought me back to his condo and we-”

  “No reason to go any further.” She giggled, standing next to the chair.

  “Well, I won’t be one of those girls that lets him get away with just dropping me off like a toy when he feels like it.”

  “Hopefully, you two can work it out.”

  “We’ll see. But have you heard from the mayor or the board about the vote?” I asked.

  “We received a letter in the mail about the board not moving forward with the vote. So, we can keep our shop thank God,” Abigail said.

  “I didn't think I’d see you again,” he said.

  I looked up, no longer smiling.

  Abigail pointed. “Aren’t
you the guy from the club?”

  “Julian Anderson.” He extended his palm for a shake.

  “The guy who went on TV and talked about my friend Donovan,” Abigail said.

  Julian’s smile dropped.

  “I need to finish putting in my inventory. Call me if you need me, Mara,” Abigail said and walked off. Julian took a seat across from me at the table.

  “What?”

  “Go out with me?” Julian asked.

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I have more than enough drama from one football player. I don’t need any more excuses to have the public in my life,” I explained, turning to type on my computer.

  “I saw the interview you did with Donovan. I’d like to do one with you,” Julian said.

  “What are you trying to do?” I inquired.

  He leaned back in the chair.

  “This would be good for your career to have an interview with me,” Julian told me, gassing himself up.

  “I don’t need an interview with you. I’m happy where I am in my career.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?!” a familiar voice shouted.

  I looked over Julian’s shoulder. Donovan was standing with Savion.

  “Donovan.”

  “I thought we cleared things yesterday Kamara, you're out with my enemy now,” Donovan said.

  “Is this your boyfriend? I wouldn’t have asked you out on a date if I knew that,” Julian said, playing games.

  Donovan’s nostrils flared, and he lunged at Julian.

  I jumped back.

  “Donovan no!” I screamed as he punched Julian in the face.

  Julian wiped the side of his mouth as the blood dripped and sent a hit back to Donovan.

  “That’s enough, Donovan. This wouldn’t have happened if you were honest with me.”

  “Bro, calm down,” Savion said.

  “I could sue your ass for this,” Julian taunted.

  Abigail came over with a broom.

  “Let's go, Kamara,” Donovan said.

  “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  “She’s agreed to do an interview with me. You’re not the only one that Kamara can write about,” Julian egged on.

  “Stop lying, Julian, and go, please,” I said.

  Julian shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

  “At least take my number. I’m serious about the interview,” Julian said.

  Donovan glared at me.

  I was still wondering whether I should pursue the opportunity or not.

  “Kamara,” Donovan called my name and I bent down to grab my bag and computer to walk out.

  “Sorry, Abigail,” I said and walked out of the shop as Donovan followed me.

  I saw Terry at the bus stop bench and wanted to check in on him, but I was over the stress of the day. I went to my car door, opened it, and tossed everything inside.

  “Can you talk to me please?” Donovan said.

  “When I’m ready to talk I’ll call you.”

  I started the car and drove off leaving him in my rearview mirror standing with his head down in misery.

  “Serves him right.”

  Forty minutes later I pulled up to my parents’ house and walked inside and fell face first on the couch. My mother came into the living room wearing a robe.

  “Hey baby,” Mom said.

  “Hi,” I mumbled into the pillow.

  She sat on the edge of the couch.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Men.”

  “Donovan, I take it?” she asked.

  “Where’s Dad?” I questioned.

  “He went to the store to grab some groceries.”

  “Why aren’t you at work?” I asked, checking the time on my watch showing one pm.

  “I took a personal day,” Mom said.

  “Is everything all right?”

  “Yeah, talk to me. You don’t look like my normal bubbly daughter.” Mom rubbed my forehead to check my temperature.

  “I’m not sick.” I sat up on the couch, legs underneath me.

  “So, what happened with Donovan?”

  “We haven’t spoken since the game that he lost. All he did was ignore me for two weeks—and it probably would have been more.”

  “You know men have fragile egos, baby,” Mom said.

  “I know, so he comes to the club and breaks up my girls’ night and I end up going back home with him.”

  “Okay.”

  “He thought he could just apologize and that would be it.”

  “What else happened?” she probed.

  “I slept with him.” I dropped my face in my hands.

  “Hmm.”

  I looked up at her.

  “You think I’m being too soft with him?”

  “That’s not for me to decide, baby. If you feel like that wasn’t enough, then it’s up to you to define what boundaries he crossed and let him fix them. But you can’t hold it against him forever,” Mom explained.

  The front door opened, and my Dad strolled in with two bags of groceries.

  “I thought that was your car out there,” Dad said, bending down to kiss me on the forehead.

  “Your daughter needed some relationship advice,” Mom said.

  “Tell me you’re not letting that boy dog you out?” Dad argued.

  “No. It’s complicated. I shouldn’t have come,” I said.

  “She’ll be fine, put the groceries away, baby,” Mom told my Dad.

  He grunted and left the room. We giggled at his attitude.

  “Don’t have your Dad ready to fight that boy,” Mom said and I nodded.

  “Maybe I need to explore being single again.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Mom, you're no help.”

  “Baby, you're grown. I taught you to define yourself and never let anyone do it for you. Put your foot down and let him know,” Mom said.

  “You’re right.” I jumped up and hugged her.

  “I know I am. Now, get out of my house because I’m about to have a date with your father,” Mom explained. I rolled my eyes, and she winked at me.

  I popped the bottle of wine Luna brought over and poured a glass for us. Sutton was in charge of bringing dinner, Luna was in charge of the wine, Abigail was in charge of snacks, and I already had the movies. After I left my parents’ house, I wanted to be stuck in the house for the rest of the night and just get drunk with my friends and pig out on food. Sutton brought over a mixture of all my favorite meals, including pizza, sub sandwiches, Chinese food, and burgers.

  “Did you get hot wings?” Luna asked as she licked the ketchup from her finger. I passed each of us a glass of wine and sat on the floor as Coming to America started to play.

  “So, what happened after Kam left Abigail?” Sutton asked.

  Abigail took a slice of pizza and egg roll on a plate, as I grabbed a mixture of fries and orange chicken and rice.

  “Savion basically told Julian to stay away from you,” Abigail said.

  “She’s grown, she can talk to any guy she wants,” Luna remarked.

  “I would normally agree with you Luna, but this is Donovan’s enemy,” Sutton said.

  “OMG! This is not war, Sutton. It’s football,” Luna fussed.

  “Yeah, football and your brother is crazy. I’m surprised he’s not on the blogs yet. I’ve been checking ever since Savion called me about what happened,” Sutton explained, showing her phone to us.

  “What’s going on with you and Savion?” I questioned, lifting my glass of wine.

  “We’re just friends.” Sutton shrugged.

  “Friends that like to suck—” Luna blurted out.

  Sutton threw a pillow at Luna.

  Luna chuckled at the pout on Sutton’s lip.

  “You’re not innocent either, Luna,” I said.

  “I admit I freely love,” Luna said.

  “The question is who this week is receiving that love,” Sutton replied.
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  Luna pressed her finger to the side of her cheek in thought.

  “Jerry this week and Cory in two weeks,” Luna responded and I smirked.

  “Tonight it’s about Kamara, drowning her sorrows in junk food, watching her favorite films, and avoiding all talk of Donovan,” Abigail said.

  I lay my head on the edge of the couch, thinking about Donovan. I still couldn't get the look in his eyes out of my head. If I allowed what happened the other night to happen again, then he would think I was a pushover.

  “Listen, I love my brother, but you have to do what makes you happy, Kamara,” Luna said.

  “Are you going to do the interview with Julian?” Abigail asked.

  Sutton spit her food at that statement.

  “What interview?” Sutton said.

  “He asked me at the shop to do an interview with him. I think it was to just mess with Donovan.”

  “He’s trying to use you Kam, don’t feed into his games. Julian’s a bigger jerk than Donovan,” Sutton said.

  “I know, it’s obvious what he's trying to do, but I have enough to deal with.”

  “Besides, you're on a career path without having to sink to his level,” Luna said.

  The movie came on at the favorite part of them in the barber shop. We laughed and continued on for the evening as my phone rang and a knock came at the door.

  “Who can that be?” Sutton said.

  “I don’t know.” I put my plate down on the table and stood still holding my phone, opening the door.

  “Can we talk?” Donovan said.

  “I’m not ready to talk, Donovan.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Donovan? What are you doing?” Luna said.

  “Luna, talk to your friend and tell her I’m sorry for being an ass.” He leaned against the front door.

  “Luna can’t convince me of you being sorry. That’s my determination based on your actions, Donovan.”

  “Then give me a chance to make it up, Mara.”

  “I’ll think about it and you might want to try starting with not coming on to your ex,” I said and slammed the door in his face.

  “I guess she told him,” Abigail said.

  I placed my phone on do not disturb and finished eating. We watched movies until I passed out later that night. Sutton and Abigail went home, while Luna spent the night.