Page 29 of Love's Instant Replay
“Then I’ll be there.”
“Hopefully screaming my name so I have some motivation to show my ass.”
“Only if you promise to moan mine afterward.”
“Why put off tomorrow what a nigga can do today?” Without warning, Kaeden pulls me over until I’m straddling his body.
“Ooh. Touché.”
“But first, let’s confirm some shit, Ms. Ky. You and this pussy are mine.”
“Is that your rushed attempt at asking me to be your woman?”
“When you let me slide into my new favorite place, that was all the agreement I needed.”
When Kaeden’s hand wraps around my neck, squeezing lightly, my pussy purrs as I moan from the possessive action that leaves me without rebuttal. Needing no verbal confirmation, Kaeden’s free hand guides his dick into my awaiting tunnel inciting another moan from my lips.
“Mm. Touché. We—mm—we’re together.” My moan is but a whisper as I stare at Kaeden’s glowing eyes as he pushes in and out of me.
Game Day . . .
“Oh my God. Make sure you thank your man for ensuring I get to experience this with you,” Tracy gushes.
The stadium is explosive and humming with energy that I feel at the bottom of my feet. The electric feeling is surging through my body like I’ve been struck by lightning. At Kaeden’s insistence, I’m wearing a jersey with his number on the back,#28. Seeing so many jerseys of people wearing every player's number excites me about Kaeden’s foresight. Knowing that Kaeden is on the sidelines, I search for him in the sea of helmets and shoulder pads. Almost instantly, my eyes find Kaeden bouncing on the balls of his feet with his razor-sharp gaze on the field. The announcer’s voice shouts, echoing around the stadium as the defense is called one by one.
“Alright. Let’s meet the starting defense for the Columbus Bobcats. Number 28, Kaeden Evans.”
Standing, I clap hard enough to cause a red tinge to my palms. “Let’s go, Kaeden!”
The crowd roaring charges me as my heart leaps upon seeing Kaeden jogging while waving to the crowd. My teeth are clenching my bottom lip as I pray for a semblance of eye contact between us. Then Kaeden begins scanning the stands until our eyes collide as he smiles cockily before tapping his chest, causing mine to fill with warmth. Then all too soon, Kaeden moves to the sideline effectively bursting our brief moment.
“Aw, y’all are so cute,” Tracy says beside me, reminding me of her presence.
The blowing whistle announcing the game is beginning prevents me from responding as I sit down with tremblinghands and a pounding heart. The ball sails into the air causing everyone around me to still as the receiver catches it before sprinting toward the 25-yard line. My legs are bouncing as I watch the Bobcats’ offense run a quick three plays before the defense takes the field. Seeing Kaeden taking the field has me standing on my feet, not wanting to miss a single play stopping minute of his actions. Kaeden appears locked in as he crouches in front of one of the opposing wide receivers.
Then the snap happens, and the receiver runs forward trying to shake Kaeden who’s on him like white on rice. Kaeden’s movements are fluid as he flanks the player like a second skin before batting down the football meant for the receiver.
“Let’s go, Kaeden!” Clapping, I pump my fist when Kaeden blocks the next play, causing the receiver to throw his hands up before returning to the line of scrimmage.
The snap is quick, causing the defense to scramble to block their opponents as my body tenses and my chest tightens while watching Kaeden’s opponent push him, trying to get away. Kaeden is like a dog with a bone, not letting up, effectively blocking the player from being open.
“That’s how you block, baby! Come on.” I’m too lost in the scene before me to realize my words as the crowd's roar intensifies, charging me.
“Defense! Defense!” The crowd shouts, causing me to shift my focus from the field to the crowd around me while smiling.
“Oh shit! Look! Look!” Tracy shouts, pointing.
Quickly turning, I see Kaeden jumping in the air, and time slows to a crawl as my heart feels like it’s about to pop out of my chest. Kaeden snatches the ball out of the air with effortless control as the announcer’s voice booms around the stadium.
“Interception!”
The stadium erupts as I jump up and down, clapping like a fool when Kaeden runs toward the end zone with the ball clutched in his arm.
“Touchdown, Evans!” The announcer shouts.
“Let’s go! Let’s fucking go, Kaeden,” I shout before laughing when he and his teammates start a celebratory dance in the end zone.
As overwhelming pride envelops me, the urge to cry crawls up my back as Kaeden and his teammates run to the sideline. My breath hitches when he stops in front of my sitting area, pointing at me before tapping his chest twice. The unspokenthat was for youhits me like a dagger in the chest, leaving me breathless. The game isn’t even over yet, and I want to give Kaeden some celebratory pussy.
