Violation (17 page)

“Only because we have kids. I don’t love him. I’m not in love with him, that’s for sure. I gave up on us, but I want my kids to kind of grow up before I call it quits. My parents divorced and I was devastated. I started having sex early with Deshawn. I even got high a few times. If Deshawn hadn’t claimed me, who knows what would have happened. I was so busy with him I didn’t have time to get completely out of control. Things could have gone so differently.”

“I understand, but you have to understand.”

“I do, but I hate being blindsided by Deshawn’s bullshit, one slut after another. One paternity suit after another, I’m just sick of it and him. I would love a divorce. I know I look like an idiot.”

“You don’t look like an idiot. You look like a loyal wife.”

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

“I would love to have a loyal wife one day.” I reached into my shorts pocket and removed the small velvet box. I flipped it open and presented it to her. “I want you to understand how committed I am to this relationship.”

“This ring.” She sat there frozen. “Oh my God, Noah.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to marry you. I will wait.”

“Noah, it’s pink.”

“Yeah you like pink.” And it’s very rare. I removed it from the box and slipped it on her finger. She didn’t move until her hand rose to her face. My promise, engagement slash wedding ring was under inspection.

“I love pink.” Her mouth was open. That’s a good thing.

“It’s on your hand. So that means you understand what’s going on here.”

“You want to marry me.”

“Yes I do. I will wait.”

“How much is this ring?”

“Why does that matter?”

“Noah, don’t play with me.” Her wide eyes glanced at me then back at the ring.

“Beautiful, your mouth is open.”

She smirked. “This ring is huge.”

“Yes, it’s bigger than the one you have.” I was boasting.

“This looks like over five karats.”

“Six point five.”

“Noah, how much was this?”

“It’s just two million.”

“Noah what are you--”

I decided to kiss her to shut her up. Her tongue felt new. Her thoughts resonated in her lips. She knew I meant every word. She knew I was serious about our future. She wasn’t a passing fad. She was the woman I wanted to spend my life with. If a two million dollar ring didn’t define that I’m not sure what will.

Serena had a wealth of passion in her kiss. She placed her hand on the side of my face. I could feel the ring press into my cheek. This investment in our future made her happy. I was all about making her happy and making her mine. I craved all she had to offer and I was willing to offer everything that I was.

I loved making her happy. I loved making love to her. I did everything that night to make her feel special. Special is just how she made me feel.

She stayed the night. An expensive engagement ring made time a distant memory. Serena left early in the early hours of the morning. I was still asleep.

This game night was different. Serena showed up to the game looking like a movie star. I was surprised to see her. She stopped coming to games when we started seeing each other. I wondered what had changed and why she was here. Maybe Dee invited her. Maybe he wondered why she hadn’t been to any games lately. The organization encouraged the wives presence at the games. They were all about a family atmosphere. It was a good look to have the support from the wives.

She was sitting in the lower level next to Tiffany Hollister, Lance’s wife. Serena was a major distraction for me. I felt her eyes on me. I then wondered if I was imagining things. Being in the same room with them both made me feel uneasy. It should, what I’m doing isn’t pretty or admirable.

I surveyed the audience looking for one of Dee’s side-chicks. I couldn’t find any of his other women in the stadium. He had fucked a few of the Cav Cats. But the Cavalier cheerleaders never made any real trouble for the players. They valued their jobs. They knew being a dancer for an NBA championship team was a stepping-stone to bigger and better things.

Dee talked to Serena during halftime. It was brief but seeing him so close to her, whispering in her ear, it made my stomach turn. Jealousy filled me and I hated the feeling. I hated I wanted what another man had. It was a foreign emotion. She was clearly his wife in name and on paper. I was nothing really. When I thought of giving myself a title they all seemed so stupid, lover, boyfriend, bootie call, side-dick. It just seemed so lascivious.

I did a few post-game interviews and headed home. I wanted to text Serena but something told me to chill. There was the possibility she was with Dee. They seemed to be getting along tonight.

I arrived home and found her Mercedes in my garage. Sometimes she didn’t bother to trade cars. She did what was most convenient. I ventured into the house and up the stairs.

“I didn’t think you would come tonight. You didn’t text me.”

“I wasn’t sure I was going to come over.”

“I’m glad you came. You look nice tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“You finally came to a game.”

“Yeah, he asked me to come. I don’t know why. I just did it. I didn’t feel like arguing.”

“I love seeing you out in public.”

“You had a good game.”

“Could’ve been better.”

“Noah you were the second leading scorer.”

“I felt a little off.”

“Was it me being there?”

“It’s never you. Are you okay?”

“Yes I’m fine. I just miss you and I wanted you to hold me.”

“Of course.” I rushed over to bridge the gap between us. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. “Are you really okay?”

“Yeah, take your shirt off. I love the way your skin smells.”

I did as instructed and embraced her again. “Is this better?”

“Yes.” She hummed into my chest and her nose rubbed my nipple. For a minute I thought she would cry. She had such a strong grip on me. “Do you want to get in bed? Do you want to talk?” I wanted to do whatever she wanted but this time, I didn’t know what that was.

“I want to feel you inside me.”

I can do that. I forcibly pulled us apart. I started to slowly undress her, one item at a time. I admired her body, her skin, and her natural curves. Her hips were a masterpiece. Her tits were a work of art. I took her hand and led her to the bed.

“On your stomach.” I said it and she climbed on my bed and went down on her stomach.

I removed the rest of my clothes. My eyes stayed on her ass. That part of her was pristine, two perfectly shaped basketballs. Oftentimes the visual made my dick grow. This time, it was a combination of the visual and the mental. I was going to make love to her.

I climbed into bed and placed my body on hers. I guided my dick to her ass. I glided past her ass and to her closed hole. I pushed my head in and rotated my hips until I was sucked inside. I shook off the intensity. I pushed her legs together with my legs and thighs. I was going to be the tour guide on this ride.

I placed my head on her shoulder and got a whiff of her hair, coconuts. I locked my fingers with hers and pressed them above our heads.

I planted my knees in the mattress and pushed my pelvis forward. I kicked back a little just to push forward once again. I continued this with slight variations in my subtle thrusts.

There was no need for anything too vigorous. These slow pumps were just as powerful as any rapid fire ramming. I was taking my time. I was enjoying the tight fit. The calm waves that made the saliva pool in my mouth.

Serena moaned like a wounded cat. Her wails mimicked my movements. Every time I went deep she howled like a wolf. The urge to bang her pussy hard and fast was difficult to repress. I had to chant to myself, don’t fuck her, make love to her.

I untied one of my hands from hers. I skimmed my hand down her body and dug my hand under her hip and placed my palm on her pussy lips. I strummed my fingers over her clit with the opposite circular motion of my hips. I heard the hungry sigh of appreciation and dedication as I played with her slick pearl.

Grinding into her bottom was pleasurable beyond measure. I had an appetite that clearly only one woman could satisfy. I felt her warm body shiver underneath the weight of mine. I hoped I wasn’t crushing her but my love weighed a ton. Her heady moans turned into soft whimpers. Before long I realized she was crying. Her tears weren’t a negative distraction. The tears were turning me on. Hearing her cries of passion just made me grind deeper into her wet box. I prodded inside making a consorted effort to hit every single wall inside her cozy tight tunnel of love.

I wanted her to know how much I loved her. I wanted her to understand that we could be this way forever.

I heard my name in the slightest moan. “No-ah, oh No-ah.”

That was too much for me. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I released all the love I held deep for the woman I loved more than she would ever know. My cum oozed and my body jerked as I lost all my rhythm and motor skills.

Serena contracted around me pulling whatever was left of my delighted member. Our sweat molded our bodies as one. I toppled off her back and sucked up some air. I placed my hands on her back and kissed her once on her dewy cheek.

I cuddled into her immobile body.

“Why were you crying?”

Finally, her eye opened. “Because I love you so much.”

I hid my confusion with a smile. “That’s nothing to cry about.” I gave her another kiss but this time, it was on the lips.

“I’m cold,” She muttered, as her eyes grew heavy.

I rose and reached down at the foot of the bed and grabbed the duvet. I covered her naked backside. I snugly tucked her in. I tossed the duvet over me and cuddled in close to her skin. My exposed arm wrapped around her bottom. I pulled her closer. I tucked my nose into her armpit. My palm rubbed her ass cheek on gentle circles. I can rub her to sleep like this.

***

We woke in the early morning. I knew she had to pick her daughter up from the airport. I wasn’t sure what time she had to be there. We both showered together and she let me ravish her body one last time before she got dressed in her yesterday’s clothes.

She slipped on her shoes as she sat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed a t-shirt to match my shorts and pulled it over my shoulders.

“I want to talk to you.” She looked down at the huge ring I bought her.

“About what?” I ran my fingers through my wet hair.

“This is difficult for me to say.”

“Just say it.”

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” I was amazed at her sudden burst of bravery, bullshit and blasphemy. Didn’t we just make love?

“Why?” My heart started to rumble.

“Because I see you with Deshawn out there on the court and it makes me feel strange, like shit.” Her words seemed hateful. They sounded rehearsed.

“Are you serious?” I took one lone step toward her.

“Yes.”

“It makes you feel like shit.” I chuckled and shook off the absurdity for only a few seconds. “You feel like shit. I spend more time with him than you do. I’m the one that has to talk to him, play with him, run up and down the fucking court with him. I have to listen to him share everything with me when I’m fucking his wife. Oh wait we’re not just fucking I told you I love you. I’m sorry if this feels strange and stupid to you. I’m far beyond that. I have betrayed one of my best friends. No fuck that! Dee is my best friend. I try to downplay my relationship with him so I don’t feel so much like a fucking backstabbing asshole. I lie to my best friend every day so I can be with you, have a little piece of you.”

“I know that and that’s why it has to stop. This is so wrong.”

“Because you say so.”

“Breaking this off, it’s the right thing to do.”

“Now you have decided to do the right thing!” My anger had bubbled to the surface.

“Why are you mad at me?”

“Because you don’t give a fuck about me!”

“I do that’s why this has to stop. You have so much ahead of you. I will not be the reason you don’t get your new contract, your endorsements. You are at the height of your career. You will lose so much just being with me. I don’t want that for you. I cannot be the reason you lose your legacy. You have another shot at another championship. Seeing you on the court tonight was surreal. You have so much more ahead of you then a used wife and stepchildren. I can see what I was doing. I cannot live with it. I don’t want to be responsible for you not getting everything you deserve.”

“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe this. What did he do to you?”

“Nothing.”

“What does he know about us?”

“Nothing, Deshawn is clueless. Noah, I can’t do this to you or my kids. Being with you is me being selfish. Someone has to do the right thing. Someone has to stop the madness.”

“Love is not madness!”