Page 54 of Love's Instant Replay
My chest stretches as my heart thumps wildly as I stare into Kyelle’s watery eyes before pulling her closer and kissing her lips. Fireworks burst in my mind at our connection as I get lost in our lip-lock.
“Anything?” Kyelle asks when our lips disconnect a few minutes later.
My mind is foggy from our kiss, so I’m unsure what Kyelle is talking about and need clarification. “What are we talking about?”
“Do you really not have any objections about the movie we watch?”
Chuckles fall from my lips at Kyelle’s smirk and the merriment colliding with teasing in her eyes.
“Nah. Hit me with your best sappy movie, my baby. I can handle it.”
Kyelle smiles, instantly warming my soul from the action as I fall deeper in love with her in this moment.
“Love Jones.”
“Say less.” Picking up the remote for the projector I have out here, I go about getting things set up for our movie and chill night.
A sigh of contentment escapes my mouth when I turn to see Kyelle opening the bottle of wine and pouring it into the glasses waiting on the table. Bottomless peace and satisfaction flow through my body as I revel in admiration for this beautiful woman. My mood is energized as I marvel in the happiness, because I feel more alive than I’ve ever been before.
Two Weeks Later. . .
Another state, another plane ride, only this time I’m in a totally different place. My bestie and I are in a suite with Mica and Jaleel, watching my man do his thing on the field. Unlike the other games I’ve attended as Kaeden’s secret guest, elation and pride are surging through my bloodstream, fueling me. The crowd’s thunderous cheering, chanting, and screams are rattling the glass shielding me from the outside. Yet, I can still feel their energy through the glass, which is enhancing my adrenaline with every play. Currently, the Bobcats are on offense, and their opponent is shutting down each play call they’re attempting.
“Go, Bobcats! Go!” Mica screams when the ball is snapped, and Jaelon scurries on his feet searching for an eligible receiver.
“Come on, Jae!” Jaleel shouts when Jaelon tucks the ball and runs before hurrying out of bounds, stopping the clock.
The Bobcats are down by seven points and need a touchdown to tie the game to give them a shot at winning. My chest is aching, causing me to rub circles in varying degrees to ease the low throbs I’m feeling. Kaeden is walking back and forth on the sideline, which is adding to the uneasiness building within me. Feeling my throat closing up, I stand and head to the table where refreshments and beverages have been set up for our group.
“Oh shit! Fuck!” Jaleel’s hard voice stops my tracks, and I swiftly turn to see one of the defenders running with the ball as Bobcats’ players attempt to stop him.
My mouth drops, and my eyes are stuck on the field as the opposing team scores, increasing their lead to thirteen. Scanning the stands, I see Bobcats’ fans animatedly showing their displeasure. My eyes roam the sidelines to see Kaeden dropping down on the bench before draping a towel over his head. Without talking to him, I can feel his frustration by the sagging of his shoulders. Pulling my gaze from my man, I turn to Jaleel. “Hey. Can you keep Cupcake with you tonight? I want to take care of?—”
“You ain’t even gotta finish, sis. I got you,” Jaleel says, nodding.
Returning my gaze to the field, a frown slides into place when the opposing kicker’s extra point goes through the upright posts, confirming the two-touchdown lead. While the home team’s fans celebrate, Bobcats’ fan’s excitement seems to deflate instantly. Expressions of doom are on more than half of the Bobcats’ fans, and some are gathering their belongings to leave the stadium. There is less than three minutes on the play clock, and with it being the fourth quarter, it seems extremely unlikely that our team will come out victorious this time. The offense forthe Bobcats takes the field after the kickoff is batted down near the end zone.
Again, looking to the sideline, I see Rickey sitting beside Kaeden as the two converse. When Kaeden yanks the towel off his head and his hands flail as a grimace forms, I can imagine how tense the conversation is between him and his friend.
“What do you give your man whose team just took an L?” Tracy asks, momentarily shifting my focus from the remaining minutes of the game.
My mouth twists as I ponder how to answer the question because I realize that Kaeden is going to need more than a sexual release after this loss.
“Tender loving care,” I say as Tracy nods.
“Interception! That just put the nail in the Bobcats’ coffin,” the announcement seems to echo and bounce off the glass as my heart drops into my shoes.
While I have been with Kaeden post-game when his team has been on the winning side, this is a new experience. Nevertheless, I’m going to make sure that I provide the post-game aftercare that will restore Kaeden’s mind so he can recover enough to get ready to perform again next week.
“Your greatest pleasure is my reward tonight. Think about nothing but me for the rest of the night.”
When Kaeden’s melancholy eyes meet mine before he gives me a subtle nod, I tap the keycard and push the door open before entering our room. Looking around, Kaeden’s eyes stretched at seeing the tealight candles and rose petals positioned around the room.
“Looks like you’ve been busy, and I appreciate it, but you need to come out of this dress. I need to feel you,” Kaeden says, huskily.
“Preparation is everything,” I say before lifting the jersey-style dress with his name and number over my head.
Standing in only my black lace thong and nude pasties, I watch as Kaeden begins removing his clothes one article at a time until he’s completely naked, unlike me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I observe him in his entirety. My eyes roam his body, and my mouth waters as I take in his tatted mahogany skin. His rock-hard, chiseled abs that trail down to a defined V make way to his pretty dick. Good gawd, the veins pop as his dick juts in a taunting fashion causing me to salivate like a teething child. The thin layer of fabric covering my mound becomes soaked in my juices.
