Page 2 of Guarding Our Love
We shared a kiss, and Roy smacked my ass when I walked away. I was giddy as I made my way upstairs. Since the boys had such long days, it never took them long to go to bed, so Roy and I wouldn’t have to worry about them interrupting.
Roy entered the room when I walked out of the bathroom.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Sloan.”
“I won’t. I promise. I’ll be ready when you get out of the shower.” I dropped my towel and grabbed the body oil from my table.
Roy licked his lips and shook his head. “I’ll be right back.”
I giggled and oiled my body. By the time Roy got out of the shower, I was ready for him and welcomed him with open armsand open legs. We didn’t have much time since we both had to wake up early, but we made up for lost time before we fell asleep.
“Coop for the three!”the announcer shouted over the crowd.
Boos and cheers filled the arena. I couldn’t celebrate the shot because there were still two minutes left on the clock, and I wouldn’t celebrate until the game was over. Anything could happen in the few minutes we had left of the game, and the opposing team had the ball.
“Oh no! Julian Whetstone for the steal!”
I looked down the court and watched as my teammate and best friend stole the ball. He dribbled down the court, and when he got close enough, he passed it to me. With the shot clock winding down, I dribbled the ball twice and shot it.
“Another three! The Woodlake Valley Warriors have won the game!”
My teammates and I walked over to the other team and shook hands and all that other shit we did after each game.
Afterward, we headed to the locker room. I was ready to get out of there, but I knew I had to talk to the press.
Being the leading point guard for the Woodlake Valley Warriors, I was required to talk to the reporters after each game. Sometimes, I hated talking to them because some of them liked to ask shit that had nothing to do with the game.
“Good game, Coop,” Julian commented as we entered the locker room.
I slapped his open palm. “Shit, you did your thing too. That was a good ass steal.”
Julian was considered a small forward, but at times, he played all five positions. We became instant friends the minute we met in college and have been ever since.
“You know me.” He dusted imaginary dirt off his shoulders and laughed.
I shook my head and chuckled before grabbing my stuff so I could take a quick shower and change. I knew the press waited for me, but I needed to wash the sweat off me. I wouldn’t make them wait long, but they knew the routine.
Twenty minutes later, I headed out of the locker room and walked down to the conference room.
Cameras flashed as soon as I stepped through the door.
“Coop! Coop!” My name was called multiple times as I took a few steps to the table. Coach Collins, Julian, and one of the centers were already there.
Questions were coming from left to right, but I ignored most of them.
“Calil, what was going through your mind when you hit that last three?”
I looked toward the voice that asked the question and smirked.
Clarissa Wakefield was one fine-ass reporter. She had ass for days and could suck a mean dick. I wasn’t surprised she was here because she made it her business to make it to almost all of our away games and my bed by the end of the night.
“To be honest, nothing.” I chuckled, and so did everyone else. I could have made that shot in my sleep, but I wasn’t cocky. “Nah. I just knew I needed it to go in so we could remain in the lead. Then, with Stone stealing the ball, the game was ours.” I glanced down at Julian and nodded.
Clarissa looked between both of us, and there was a look that told me that the night might get a little interesting. Julian and I had shared women before, but it had been a while. I wasn’t opposed to it since Clarissa wasn’t my girl. I hadn’t had a girl in years and wasn’t looking for one. My wife was basketball, and that was it. My mother sometimes hounded me about settling down, but I didn’t see that in the cards for me. There was too much pussy in the world to settle down with one girl.
An hour later,Julian and I were in the parking garage, headed to our cars, when Clarissa called my name.
Julian’s car was next to mine, so he stopped when I stopped.
