Down, boy. Enjoy your lunch. I have a full day to get through.
Immediately, my screen lit up with his response.
Cole:
Yeah, take that pretty ass back to work.
Cole:
Over there being a menace in front of my salad.
Just know I’m taking you home with me tonight. We might make it through the door before I bend you over something.
My bottom lip crept between my teeth, a gasp escaping as I read his message. This was another pleasure I’d never indulged in with a lover before—most were the ‘get it in and get out’ type. They weren’t into teasing, titillating, working up to the moment.
Cole was so good at working up to the moment.
Me:
My place is closer. In case you want to bend me over something much sooner.
Cole:
I want you in my bed. Where I won’t be afraid your neighbors will pound on the wall.
I laughed at that.
Me:
My neighbors would never!
Cole:
I want to wake up with you. The way you like to wake me up.
My breath snagged in my chest. Cole did not like for me to get up and go home like I was a late-night thirst quench. He also refused to be a quick and dirty lover when he came to my home. I’d told him I had no more room on my roster and he took that personally.
I read the subtle push buried in his desires and knew there was nothing playful in his intent.
Me:
I’ll come to your game. Your team better win.
Cole:
You ain’t fuckin’ a loser. See you later, gorgeous.
I set my phone down, my face hot, my body already humming, and it was just barely noon.
* * *
Cole was on the far side of the court in black shorts and a faded maroon Xavier t-shirt darkened with sweat. His calves flexed ashe moved, staying low. When the player tried to drive left, Cole cut him off.
The ball was intercepted; Cole was already sprinting to keep up, catching a pass then pivoting on one foot. He took the shot. The ball arced through the air. I held my breath…
Swish.
“That’s game!” someone shouted.
