Page 21 of Isolation

“Do I?”

Her question hung between us.

“You know me better than anyone, better than my mama, better than I know myself at times.”

I got a smile out of her.

“Then tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m scared. Now, it’s finally happening. I feel needed, and I’m terrified of losing it all.”

Danica’s hand cupped my face, her thumb brushed over my cheekbone. “Baby, no one works harder than you. Your talent?—”

“Talent isn’t enough if you don’t get minutes. DeAndre was averaging twenty points a game, and I have to bring at least that to hold my spot, and everyone is waiting for me to fail.”

“You won’t fail.”

I needed to redirect. I brought my lips to hers in a soft kiss. She returned the kiss, and it intensified. I felt herbody responding, arching into mine as her breath caught. The language of touch was familiar territory for us. I knew how to touch her and where to focus my energy to make her forget everything else.

“I love you. You and Mason are everything to me,” I whispered into her mouth.

Her hands slid under my t-shirt. Her nails scraped my back lightly, driving me crazy. We discarded our clothes and moved together through our intimacy, and she moaned in my ear as we fought to find our rhythm.

“Tell me again. What would you do for us?”

I groaned in pleasure. “Anything. I’d change the whole damn world if that’s what it took.”

Danica’s movements were deliberate and focused in a new way. Usually, she would lose herself and close her eyes. Tonight, she watched my face, my every word, every reaction.

I pushed inside of her, and my shaft was so sensitive against her walls. She was so wet as I pumped. I almost lost my shit like a man who hadn’t had sex in a while, but I held out.

“Goddamn, you feel good,” I murmured through her moans.

We both needed to work through our pent-up frustrations. Danica trailed kisses down my chest as I slid in and out of her. She stopped at my nipple, biting slightly.

“Shit.”

“And DeAndre?” she asked. It was so unexpected I almost stopped moving.

“What about DeAndre?” I managed to keep my rhythm, the connection, because I needed this nut like I needed a hole in my head.

“Would you hurt someone for us, for your opportunity?”

Her question sent ice through my veins even as my body responded to hers.

“Why would you ask me that now?” My voice was harsh, but this nut was teetering on the edge.

I pumped with ferocity now. I had to hit her spot and shut these bullshit ass questions down. I lifted her legs, draping them over my shoulders so I could dig in, and that was exactly what her ass needed. Because it only took a few deep strokes to have her screaming in bliss.

We finished together, our bodies in sync. I plopped down behind her and pulled her close. I pressed kisses to the nape of her neck and stroked her hair.

Danica shifted in my arms, reaching for her cell phone, which she slid under her pillow.

“What are you doing?” I asked, being careful not to sound accusatory.

“I was just checking the time. Tomorrow is a busy day. We should get some sleep.”

Suddenly, sleep felt impossible. Did she record me? My mind raced with questions. I waited for her breathing to even out. I’d always been good at making shots, but now, I was under pressure. I wasn’t sure I was winning anymore.

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