Page 31 of Love's Instant Replay
Damn, I need to marry this woman just so I can have the privilege of waking up to this smile every morning.
“Nooo, you’re cheating, Daddy.” Mica laughs when I snatch the flag from her back pocket.
“You gotta be quicker than that, Cupcake. All’s fair in?—”
“Now you know you ain’t right,” Kyelle says, cutting off my statement as she stands between Mica and me.
“He’s cheating, Ms. Kyelle.” Mica pouts, shaking her head.
Low laughter escapes my mouth because the flag football game had been Mica’s idea, along with her and Kyelle being on the same team. Now, she’s calling me a cheater because I’m winning.
“It’s not right to treat us like you do your opponents in a football game,” Kyelle adds.
“Hm. I don’t know why y’all are whining when this was her idea that you agreed to. If I were losing?—”
“You’re supposed to be losing though. You’re a professional playing against two females. Had I known you weren’t going to?—”
“Save that whining for the after-game conversation. You losers don’t have time to distract me. Next play.”
Mica pouts more as Kyelle grabs her by the hand, leading her away from me, before they appear to be conversing lowly. Mica is now grinning while nodding at whatever Kyelle is telling her. Seeing the two of them together has a funny feeling emerging in my chest as I stare in silence and wait. Seconds later, Kyelle stands to her full height as she and Mica clap simultaneously.
“Break,” they say in unison, causing a sinister grin to form when the pair return to where I’m standing with the football.
“You’re going down, Daddy,” Mica says with her lip curling in a fake attempt to rile me as I shake my head.
“More blocking, less talking, chump,” I say, looking from Mica to Kyelle, who bats her lashes as her eyes flash with seduction that nearly throws me off my game.
“Foul! Unnecessary temptation,” I say as Kyelle shrugs before walking to the imaginary line of scrimmage with Mica beside her.
“What happened to all’s fair in?—”
“Foul! Unsportsmanlike conduct.” I cut off Kyelle’s statement when she winks at me before blowing me a kiss.
“More playing and less whining, Daddy,” Mica says in a bored tone.
My eyes shift from Mica to Kyelle and back before an unsettled feeling enters my stomach because somewhere between their huddle and returning to the line of scrimmage,my fate flashes before my eyes. While I have been able to easily steal Mica’s flag to get a leg up, I now understand what happens when women get on one accord. Kyelle just implemented a secret weapon in her and Mica’s strategy that now has me shaking in my slides. I thought I had an advantage since Kyelle and Mica are playing in socks, but it seems the tables are about to shift. Ignoring Kyelle’s feminine wiles is gonna be damn near impossible with my mind now playing our lovemaking session on repeat.
“Delay of the game. Five-yard penalty,” Kyelle says, pushing me back with a sneaky grin as I fight my body’s reaction to her touch. “Are you ready to let us win, or do I need to go further?” she whispers so only I can hear.
Seeing the twinkle in Kyelle’s eyes prevents me from doing anything but nod wordlessly.
“Good. For your cooperation, I’ll reward you later.” She removes her hand as heat remains, and my breathing becomes labored like I’ve been running laps during practice. “Come on, sweet girl. Are you ready to win?” Kyelle asks Mica, who bobs her head up and down happily.
“Yes, ma’am. Let’s finish him.” Mica and Kyelle give each other a high five, yet I’m nearly frozen in place while trying to coach my dick to stand down.
“My mama always told me that my hair is my crown,” Kyelle reads before Mica cuts her off.
“My mom ain’t tell me that. I don’t remember what she told me about my hair. What do you think about it, Ms. Kyelle?” Mica shifts her body so she’s looking at Kyelle, dead center, and my heart rate and pulse increase from the words coming from Mica.
A gasp escapes my mouth that I quickly cover with my hand like a yawn to not cause Mica to look in my direction. Mica hasn’t spoken about her mother or her absence this much since the first year Meshay left. My breathing is labored as I stare silently at Mica and Kyelle as seconds tick to minutes. Once our flag football game ended, the three of us had a quick meal of turkey and provolone on wheat bread that Kyelle made into a panini along with some chips. Now the three of us are in Mica’s room, where she requested Kyelle read her a bedtime story. Tonight’s book selection isBlack Girl With the Afroby Katrina and Amaya Anderson. It’s a book Mica has had for a while but hasn’t ever wanted to read.
“W-w-what do I think about what?” Kyelle stutters before her wide eyes peer into mine.
At Mica’s insistence, Kyelle is lying in her bed while reading the book, and I’m sitting on the beanbag chair adjacent to the bed. Watching the two of them in such a loving and familiar position has my chest warm and my eyes unable to look away. While I have been enjoying Kyelle’s interaction with me, I wasn’t sure how Mica would handle her in this capacity. But Mica is lying against Kyelle’s body, giving her a look similar to the one she used to give her mother. The expression says that Mica thinks Kyelle can hang the sun and identify every star in the sky.
“My hair. What do you think about it?”
Air escapes my mouth when Mica gives Kyelle a duh expression because I’m sure Kyelle and I were thinking Mica was talking about Meshay.
