Page 82 of Love & Streetball

In one swift move, Kane had pulled himself out of the boxers her wore and inside of me since all I wore was a nightgown and no panties. We both gasped in unison, and my nails scratched and dug in his back as I took him inch by inch.

“Kaaaaane,” I moaned, raising to meet each of his thrusts. It felt so good. It always did, and as a grown ass man now, Kane did things to my body I still didn’t understand.

“What, baby,” he asked in my ear, causing me to shudder.

“Why do you fuck me so goooood,” I purred, biting down on my lip.

Kane chuckled and slowed down, delivering powerful long, deep strokes. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. His mouth was on my neck, suck and licking.

“Marry me, Slim.”

“Okaaaay,” I whimpered as I exploded for the third time maybe.

“I’m serious,” Kane pressed. “Let’s elope and then I’ll give you your dream wedding.”

I searched Kane’s face. “Wait, you’re serious? You’re really asking me to marry you while in my…”

“Shit,” he grunted. “I’ll get down on one knee.”

“No, fuck that,” I cried out. Kane sped up his pace and my stomach was clenching. “I’ll marry you. I don’t care how you ask me.”

He stilled, causing me to move on my own because I didn’t want the pleasure to stop.

“Say swear,” he said, eyes bucked.

“I sweeeeear,” I moaned out. Wrapping my legs around him, and circling my arms around his back, I brough him to me, so he could go back in deeply.

“Slim, you know you finna be my wife, right? Is that what you want?” Kane queried.

“Kaaaaane. We live together. We already married. We just need the paper, but right now, I want you to fuck me.”

“I’ma fuck you, you gon’ win that game tonight, then we hopping on the jet to Vegas,” he told me. Kane removed my legs from around him, pushed them apart and dove back in.

The scoreboard said we were down by two points with thirty seconds left on the clock. Coach Neal was drawing so hard on the clipboard, focused and frowning.

“Grant, they’re going to go for you. They’re going to try and block you from getting the ball because they know you’ll make that a three and end the game. I need you to get. Open. Get. Open. Move around the court as fast as you can, but get Grant that ball.” She looked around the huddle and the players nodded.

I nodded, breathing through my mouth while sweat rolled down my neck. My legs were burning. I had played damn near the whole fourth quarter, and the woman guarding me had been attached to my hip. The Bears were definitely just as good as the Hornets.

Across the court, Kane sat forward with his elbows on his knees. Everybody else around him was standing, yelling, waving shit. He was still. Watching me. The second our eyes met, he tapped his chest twice. I pressed my lips together and nodded, moving a loc back that had gotten loose from the hair tie. I turned back to the huddle just into time to break with a clap. I walked back onto the floor, my hands on my hips, and taking deep breaths.

The ball was thrown in. I moved around to get open, Tanya, my defender stayed on me. I took a right and then a quick left to juke her and she fell on her ass. The ball hit my hands.

“You ain’t getting that shot,” she said, hopping up.

She knew better. I was right behind the three-point line. Quickly, I jumped and let the ball go with ten seconds left. Everybody in the Bear arena stood. I peered over at Kane who nodded with a proud smile. He knew it was going in. He extended his arm with three fingers out and made a shooting motion. The ball went in.

“You think Mama gon’ kill me?” I asked Kane with a huge smile on my face.

I moved my hand in front of me that held a huge diamond rock. We were married. Been married for a week now. Seven days of waking up to my husband.

Kane glanced away from the road long enough to look at my ring, then at me. A lazy smirk stretched across his face.

“She might,” he answered.

I laughed. “She’ll be okay.”

I told Kane that I didn’t want a wedding. Growing up, I wasn’t the little girl who dreamed of one. Eloping was good enough for me. Our parents would just have to deal with it.