by Xyla Turner
“You should probably hear this,” the woman, Harvey called Ciara, said.
“No, actually your issue is with him, so deal with him. I have nothing to do with this.” I tried to go but Harvey held me.
“Actually,” he interjected, “Ciara’s issue is with herself and not me. Hence, what kind of woman comes to a public event to make a scene in front of a man and his woman after years of not seeing that person? See, sweetheart, that’s not my problem, that’s hers.”
The woman’s mouth stood wide open as Harvey moved us toward the bar. When she regained herself, she had some choice words to shout but then people were looking at her like she was crazy. Which, she might have been. Harvey made a great point about the type of people that do shit like that.
“Sorry about that, sweetheart,” he said after handing me the glass of wine. “Some people go out of their way to be bitches.”
I nodded and took a sip of wine, but then I asked again.
“What are you doing here?”
His eyes leveled on mine before he answered, “Seeing my lady. Is that a crime?”
“No,” I said.
“Then, what’s with the interrogation?” he asked.
“No interrogation, Harvey. I just wanted to know why you decided to come,” I noted.
“The season is about to start, Zora. I know your schedule will be fucked. So, I wanted to make sure I could maximize on my time with you before the Lady Vikings take over my woman. I have two days left and I plan to use every damn moment.” He trained his eyes on me with a determined gaze.
This man would not be deterred and who was I to get in his way. Therefore, I put my wine glass down, stood on my toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Okay, lover.” I smiled. “Let’s go see the hockey section, and then, take me home, so you can show me how you can maximize that mouth on other things besides talking.”
A swift slap to my ass, had me crashing into his body. His hand remained there as Harvey smirked his normal, my name is Harvey Black and I won’t be stopped, facial expression. I, for one, knew it to be true, but a reminder was in order.
We went to his house because it was closer. We hadn’t even made it through the door fully before, Harvey had my arms trapped in my suit jacket. He ripped open my blouse, causing buttons to fly everywhere and then he pulled down my bra and started to nibble on my erect buds with his teeth.
Goddamn, it was fucking everything.
He carried me to his massive bedroom where Harvey began to unbutton my pants and slide my panties off me. Like the man said, he put his action where his mouth was and brought me to two orgasms before I could even get the damn jacket off.
“Harvey,” I moaned as I tried to move my hips along his face.
“Fuck. Your pussy is so damn good.” His tongue swiped from my asshole to my entrance. “I swear I’m addicted.”
He stood on his knees, took off both his dress shirt and t-shirt, pants, boxers and knelt before me in all his naked glory. Harvey was definitely a man of means and I mean thighs like tree-trunks, a cock big enough to make a woman close her legs because she was scared it wouldn’t fit and his solid, massive chest. Well, that just made me want to cuddle up and let him take care of me.
Fuck.
He’d gotten past all my defenses. I was actually thinking about cuddling with him, which we did all the damn time.
He grabbed his rigid cock and squeezed the shaft. The glistening pre-cum rolled down. Without a thought, I licked, and wrapped my lips around his bulbous head. Harvey fisted my hair with both hands and began to fuck my mouth. I gagged and slobbered and after a fucking wet mess, he stopped and wiped my mouth with is finger before placing it in his mouth.
“You made such a mess,” he whispered with low, predatory eyes on me.
Before I could respond, he pulled my legs in the air. Harvey’s big dick split my pussy lips, and he thrust inside me.
Good God.
He cleaned the dribble around my face with his tongue before he claimed my lips with a searing kiss. God, this man was so fucking nasty. I loved it. I could hear the sounds from him pounding into me, and the slaps of his thighs against my skin slick with sweat.
I moaned, reaching my third orgasm, before he came inside me with a loud roar. He collapsed alongside my body and brought me with him. I laid there, spent and sated.
“Fuck, woman. You’re trying to kill me,” he muttered.
“Oh no, I think it’s the other way around.” I chuckled as my eyes closed.
I couldn’t be certain but I swear he said something about ‘never’ and ‘love you too much’. He could have said, ‘love it’, but I was too far gone to sleepy town to even think about asking what he said.
By the time Friday rolled around, our practices were less intense, since our big game was the next day. The ladies were amped and I swear we were ready. Justine and Sasha were equally excited and there was a buzz amongst the entire team. This was going to be our year, and we knew it.
That night was the season opener for the Lady Warriors and though I hadn’t discussed it with Harvey, I came, along with Sasha, Justine and my captains. We were late and missed the tip off, but it was as a scouting effort for both teams but also in support of him. The ladies knew what it was about and still supported me in that, which I appreciated.
“Girl, the team looks better in two weeks than they did last year,” Justine whispered to me.
She was right, which made me think Harvey’s firing of Prentice was genius. They were a much better team and to be honest, he should receive kudos for pulling that off.
“You’re right,” I answered as I watched the team and found myself cheering when they scored or took the lead.
Hell, we all cheered.
Somehow, we were visiable on the telecam, because Shaw, one of our players participated in the dance off. Then they spanned the camera to capture all of us and blew our damn cover.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have members of the Lady Vikings in the building. Give them a round of applause,” the announcer shouted.
Shit.
So much for scouting them out, secretly.
“Sorry, Coach,” Shaw said and sat down. “The music got me caught up.”
We all laughed but then a security guard came down and said, “Hello, Lady Vikings. Mr. Harvey Black would like you to join him in the Owner’s box.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” Justine climbed over me and so did Shaw, Joyce and Sasha.
“Ms. McCoy,” the security guard said as an invitation, but I swear the man might have picked me up if I didn’t leave.
“Right,” I picked up my popcorn with the drink and followed them to the owner’s box.
When we walked in, there were a lot of people in there already but the first body I saw moving toward me was Harvey.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” he greeted me with a huge smile before wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on the lips in front of everyone.
I swear, everyone stopped speaking at the same time and turned to stare at us. This did not stop Harvey who continued to keep his arms around me.
“We were supposed to be on a secret mission.” I gave Shaw a look, who had sense enough to bite into a hot wing and look away.
“Scouting, huh?” He laughed.
“Something like that.” I buried my head in his neck and put my arms around him.
Someone gasped but Harvey just laughed and whispered in my ear, “Busted, huh?”
I nodded and tried to hide deeper into him but he pulled my head back.
“It also didn’t help that you were cheering louder than our regular fans,” Harvey murmured against my lips.
My mouth quirked up in a smirk, before I sarcastically whispered, “Go Warriors.”
To this, Harvey burst out laughing before kissing me out right with tongue and all. The entire box had gone silent and not because I was in a daze but because every single person, wait staff and all, had their mouths open and startin
g openly at us.
He turned us around and said, “Sorry, sorry. Eat up and enjoy. My lady surprised me, is all.”
I, on the other hand, looked at no one, especially my team, because they would never let it die.
“Come on,” Harvey said, “I want you to meet some people.”
Tucked under his arm, we walked over to an older couple and I almost stopped because I knew by the regal look of the gentlemen, who they were.
“Zora, this is my mother and father. Ralph and Amanda,” Harvey introduced me. “Mom, Dad, this is my lady, Zora McCoy.”
Well, fuck me.
“Yes, I can see. Nice to meet you.” Harvey’s father stood to shake my hand. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
The man was as big as Harvey, big in the upper chest area but not quite like his son. He stood tall, and it was apparent, he had been in the military. He still had the cut and posture of an army man.
“Oh honey.” His mom stood but she wouldn’t take my hand. “I want a hug.”
Her small frame enveloped me and she held on for a long time. When she finally pulled back, I said, “Nice to meet you both.”
“You’ll have to come over for dinner soon. How about next Sunday?” His mom dove right in.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but I’m not—”
“Mom, she’s a coach, her team is travelling the next few Sundays.” Harvey interjected as I swiveled my head to him.
“You know my schedule?” I asked.
“Damn right,” he noted.
“Son,” his father said in a warning tone. “Not in front of your mother.”
“Sorry, Mom.” He nodded in her direction.
“Well, she has to eat sometime,” Mrs. Black said in a pleading tone.
“How about we look at the schedule and plan for dinner within the next two weeks? How about that?” He reasoned with his mom.
“That works. Two weeks, Harvey,” She warned and then turned to face me. “You hear?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I nodded with a smile.
“Okay, you too. Go enjoy yourselves,” Mr. Black interjected, probably to free us of anymore dinner hassle.
Harvey took me around the room, introducing me to his staff, friends and other colleagues. They all looked at me in amazement or shared how they liked my coaching style. Some even noted they were hoping I had joined the Warriors after Prentice. I just smiled and laughed, I was a Lady Vikings and we were already warriors.
When we circled around to my team who were openly watching and talking amongst themselves, it was my turn to introduce him.
“Ladies, this is Harvey Black, and Harvey this is Sasha and Justine, my Assistant Coaches and my two team captains, Joyce and Shaw.” I introduced the circle.
“Hey Ladies, I’m Harvey Black, her man.” He held out his hand to shake each of theirs as they burst out laughing and instead of letting me pull away, he tucked me deeper into his arm. “She’s shy.”
“Her ass ain’t shy,” Justine commented, “She’s whipped.”
“Shut up,” I hissed.
“Yeah, Coach. She’s ain’t lying.” Shaw nodded. “He put his arms around you and you melted like a piece of chocolate on the concrete of a scorching day.”
Oh goddamn.
Harvey laughed, while I glared at Shaw and said, “You want to start tomorrow?”
“Fuck.” She looked at Justine and Sasha, who burst out laughing at the player’s expense.
“Stop, Zora.” Harvey kissed my temple. “Ain’t nothing wrong with being whipped. I know I am.”
I looked up at him and said, “Can you stop adding fuel to the fire?”
“Nope.” He looked at me with that knowing smile. “Plus, I like seeing you squirm. It’s hot.”
“Oh hell.” I shook my head. “Well, I guess that’s enough scouting for today.”
I clapped my hands, and they all looked at each other with smiles.
“We’re not leaving,” Justine said.
“Nope, and neither is she.” Harvey pulled me farther into him. “Let’s go.”
I followed the man as we sat off to the side watching the game and discussing it in hushed tones.
“You ever think about owning a team?” Harvey asked me.
“No, not really. Maybe when I’m through with coaching,” I shared.
“You’re an excellent coach which would make you an exceptional owner,” he said. “You’ve got an eye for the game and often see what others don’t.”
I smiled and looked back at the game. The Warriors scored, and we all jumped up in excitement. The basket tied the game in the last minutes before the time out break. Harvey grabbed both my hands and said, “You know I’m smitten with you, right?”
I held his gaze, and I answered, “Yes, I know.”
“Good.” He nodded before he said, “Don’t break my heart.”
My entire body went tight as the big man exposed a huge part of himself without a warning. Not what he would do if I did break his heart but the fact that I had his heart. He was leaving it up to me and that was not Harvey’s M.O. He danced to the beat of his own drum and if you did not follow, then it was fuck you. Not here. This or us. He was saying it was up to me. Not him. He was vulnerable, and I was his weakness.
Without a thought, I touched the side of his face as I felt the soft hair from his beard against my palm. We held each other’s gaze for a while and that was when the buzzer rang with the Lady Warriors winning by a foul shot.
The moment was officially broken, but I hoped he understood that I was in the same boat.
That evening, we remained in our perspective homes. I told him I needed to have a clear mind and not full of Harvey Black. He did not like that one bit, but said, that he understood. Tomorrow was our big day, and that was my prime focus and it had to be. This year was ours for the taking.
*****
The tip-off was perfect and orchestrated as planned. Hightower was 6’7 and would easily dominate Liberty’s starting center. We scored the first basket and their coach nearly lost her mind. I’m almost certain she said something about ‘this was a semi-pro team’, but I ignored her ass. We had a lot of work to put in. By the end of the first half, we were down three points and Shawn was three of six from the foul line. She used to be zero for six, so this was an improvement. Joyce was pumping the girls up, reminding them about all the hard work we did. Justine was getting into the ears of her guards and Sasha was down at the bottom, showing Hightower, Shawn and the other forwards how to best move their big players on the other team. I remained focused on the overall game, while everyone played their part.
Six minutes before the second half was over, we were down twelve points, so I held up a T with my hands for a time out.
Bringing the ladies in a huddle, I said, “We have six minutes left. You know what we came here to do and I don’t care if that is the dream team over there, we came here to do something. You remember that. We have a plan and we’re all on board. You got this. I know you do. Now show them you do.”
Joyce started our saying with everyone hands in the pile, “We play hard,” and they all chimed in, “we work harder.”
The Lady Vikings went back out there, scored ten points back to back, after a couple of steals, rebounds and a turnover on their part. We were down two points and I yelled, “We came here to do something. Let’s do it.”
Joyce nodded at me and they went on another six-point spree with two minutes left. Our bench started to chant, “Defense. Defense. Defense.”
I paced up and down the floor, sometimes running with my team, yelling for them to pass the ball and not commit any turnovers. Shawn went up for a rebound and their center fouled her. We were still up by four points with one-minute left in the game.
“Fuck,” one of our players shouted.
I turned and snapped. “You put faith in your teammates. If not you, then who?”
That had them all chanting for Shawn.
“You got this girl… Do it Shawn… Up and
easy.” Someone shouted.
Shawn looked at me and I nodded toward her. She bounced the ball three times, went up on her toes and missed the basket. The shot was too short.
“It’s okay… Next time… Jump.” The ladies shouted.
She looked at me and I said, “Remember what we’ve practiced, Shawn. It’s already there.”
She dribbled the ball three times, squared the ball so her elbow was at a ninety-degree angle and this time she jumped when she released the ball.
Nothing but net.
We were up by five points.
The Liberty ran the ball down the court, shot a three, made it with forty-five second left in the game. As soon as we tried to take it out, they fouled Joyce, our point guard. She shot two for two from the free-throw line and I called my last thirty-second time out.
Once we were all in the huddle, I said, “They’re going to try to get another three, which will put them within two points of the game for us. What we’re going to do is switch players. Shawn, you block the person bringing in the ball, Hightower, you block the person getting the ball. You three are going to stand back near the half court line and you a little farther back. They get no threes. You two get all in their damn faces. Fluster them, steal the ball and score. Do you HEAR ME? They get NO threes.”
“No threes,” they repeated.
Joyce started our saying with everyone hands in the pile, “We play hard,” and they all chimed in, “we work harder.”
They ran out, changed up the play according to how I called it, and low and behold, Joyce and Hightower were so big, the guards didn’t know who to throw it too because the Vikings were jumping up and down in their face. This caused a turnover where Hightower tipped the ball from a sloppy pass thrown inside. Shawn caught it, went right up for the layup, made it and was fouled with fifteen seconds left.
Our whole bench jumped up and yelled, “And one!”
The place erupted as the fans cheered for us. Lucky for us, it was a home game.
The Lady Vikings were up by seven points and Shawn was on the foul line again.
She looked at me, and this time I said, “Show them what we came here to do.”
She nodded, bounced the ball three times, squared up and hit nothing but net. Bringing us up by eight points. The crowd grew wild and even with the final attempt of trying to get a three off, the Liberty lost to the Semi-Pro Lady Vikings by eight points. We slapped hands with the other team and at the end, the Head coach said to me, “Well played, Coach. Can’t believe y’all pulled that off.”