Page 119 of In the Safety's Zone
She tossed down some leather pants and a croppedDesperadoshoodie that was customized with my number on it. For her not to know anything about game day fits, Phro was killing it every time she stepped out. I wasn’t sure if it was because of their age or the publicity they’d both garnered but people had clocked whatever outfit her and Sterling wore for the week. There was an entire page dedicated to theDesperadosWAGS and everyone from Parker’s girls to the wives of the scout team members were on it. The media team started having them pose for pictures to ensure their outfits were captured. Parkerwas floating the idea of using the women to help advertise a new line of women’s merchandise for the team.
“Fire as always. Let me get out of here before we go for another round.”
I sat up and stretched as she came and eased down on my lap. I rubbed her thighs as they sheltered mine. I couldn’t resist kissing between her breasts before nipping her nipples as her hands went to my braids.
“Beat his ass tomorrow. That wide receiver been talking shit all week. Like you ain’t a damn shutdown corner. He'd better not get over fifty yards.”
I grinned hearing her coach me up before it was time for me to get up. “I hear you and I love you. Don’t make me fuck somebody up for looking at you too hard.”
“You and your bitch ass brother think y’all something special.”
This nigga was still running his fucking mouth like I hadn’t had my foot on his neck this whole game. He’d only gotten sixteen yards and it was already the third quarter. He could make a big play at any time so I wasn’t going to ease up on him. Which is why he was walking back to his side of the field running his mouth since he couldn’t run his fucking legs.
“We don’t got to think it; we know that shit, fuck outta here.” I tossed my hand toward the scoreboard so that muthafucka could catch the highlight of the bomb Grant threw to Choo for a sixty-seven yard touchdown.
“Oh, for real? When I put up three touchdowns on you, are you going to bet on that shit too?”
I was confused by his joke but I brushed it off because people just say random shit.
“You funny. I get my money on and off the field and don’t have to do illegal shit. Now you might be the muthafucka they gotta watch. How many women you got pregnant right now?”
“Fuck you, nigga. Keep on and that tennis bitch will be on my dick next.” He grabbed his shit like I gave a damn and I just laughed him off.
“That’s supposed to bother me? You bagged bitches who needed you, I bagged a baddie who wants me. Big difference, nigga. Nothing you say can shake me. Now let’s see if you get this ball.”
He went back and got in position and I dropped back to mine. Coby called out the play and I nodded with my eyes trained on the wideout. He motioned to the opposite side and I trailed him across the formation before the ball was hiked and he took off. I backpedaled before shifting my hips ,eyeing where the QB was going to throw the ball. When he got close to me, I kept up with his ass stride for stride and reached back just as he jumped up and I knocked that ball out of his hands.
We both hit the ground but momentum kept me moving and I rolled over, jumping in the air. I flexed my arms in a bodybuilder biceps flex before I turned to Miles Carter and mugged his ass.
“Say something now, bitch!”
He got up off the ground waving me off as whistles blew signaling the end of the play. “Fuck outta here!”
“Talking all that shit. Focus on your damn craft instead of trying to shake me. You can’t shake me!” I slapped my chest still talking shit because I was tired of his mouth.
“Yeah, okay watch this next play.”
“You been saying that all night and I been on your ass!”
I was laughing because just like the last play he was going to overthink that shit and make a mistake. Telling me he was gonna get the ball was just gone have me on his ass harder. If he beatme one on one I’d have to eat my words. But he had to do that shit first.
“Fuck you, bitch!” His hands went to my chest and I laughed that shit off and waved at him.
“Awww you can’t catch the ball so you’d rather throw a fit. Shit, tell your QB to put me in. I got better hands than you.”
His ass went to grab my face mask and tried to fling me to the ground and I knew shit was about to get wild. His dumb ass was hitting me with my helmet on and I leaned back, forcing him to lose his grip and kicked him in his damn chest. I was ready to swing on his ass but I was lucky Meeks from the D-line yanked my ass up. The last thing I wanted to do was get tossed out of the game.
“I’m good! His stupid ass gonna sprain his damn hands hitting me with my helmet on like a fool. Maybe he’ll use that as the excuse for how he played like shit today!” I hollered that shit over my teammates hoping Carter heard it. The way he was flexing his hand I knew he’d hurt that shit trying to be tough.
Meeks big ass kept walking me back to the sideline by keeping his body between me and the field. The refs were convening to one side probably trying to figure out who the hell was getting flagged.
“I thought your ass was gone brawl.”
“Once I put my foot on his ass I was good. He was the fool over there hitting a damn helmet with his fist. This shit is a chess match and that muhfucka playing Tic Tac Toe.”
“Bruh, you good?” Coby hustled over to check on me and I gave him a nod.
“Ready to put it to bed.”
