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As Leslie peers into my eyes this time, I can see her strength returning. Despite feeling put off by Ambrosia's stunt, she's determined to show me that she can handle whatever challenges come her way. Her resolve gives me hope because I know this little incident is just a small test compared to the stories I've heard from other players.
I stand and reach a hand for her. I help her out of the car and pull her into my arms. “You’re mine, the only one I want to be mine. Do you hear me?”
She melts into my frame and nods. “Loud and clear, Mr. Richards.”
“Good.” I dip my head down and suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Act like you know who I belong to because I know who you belong to, and I’ll mow down a whole city of men for you.”
“Just to be clear, I’m not going to fight a woman over you.”
“And I’ll never put you in a situation that you have to.” I take her by the hand and guide her into the house and upstairs to our bedroom.
Aside from the run-in with Ambrosia, it was a good day and evening. There is no reason we shouldn’t end the night making love. I quickly undress as Leslie goes over to the tall, dark wood chest of drawers and starts rambling through the top drawer.
Once naked, I move stealthily across the room and stand behind her. “What are you doing?”
“Getting some pajamas.”
“You don’t need those. I have other plans for you.”
When she turns to look at me, her face lights up with awe that quickly turns into lust. I pull her to the shower, turn on the water and help her undress. Her beautiful brown skin is soft and pliable as I kneed her thighs before ridding her of every stitch of fabric covering what’s mine.
In a swift move, I hoist her up and her soft, brown thighs wrap around my waist. She hisses as I enter her with a satisfying stroke. I walk with our bodies connected, carrying her to the shower where I pin her against the steamy walls.
I plow into her, giving her everything I wanted to give her at the club earlier tonight. She moans and places a hand on my chest, silently begging me to be gentle. I try to stroke her slowly but to no avail. I can’t stop showing her how much I desire her, how she is the only one I could ever want or need. My demanding and hungry strokes are motivated by her heated core, tightening around my dick every time I enter her. It’s not until she has quaked out two releases that I carry her to the bed and make slow, meticulous love to her.
But the night doesn’t end there. We indulge in a mixture of making love and lust on the kitchen counter amid our cravings for a midnight snack.
After one a.m., we collapse onto the bed, completely spent.
“Today was great,” Leslie murmurs moments before letting out a soft snore.
I smile, pushing a few fly-away twists from her face and kissing her cheek. I lay beside her and fall asleep like the luckiest man alive. With Leslie wrapped in my arms, contentment follows me into my dreams, and I have the best night’s sleep I have had in years.
The next morning, we will endure a media frenzy.
Chapter Eighteen
WAYNE
Sneaker Store Groupie
After an amazing night, Leslie and I awaken feeling good. We shower together and dress for the day. She has plans to meet with Jasmine for brunch, so she leaves not long after getting dressed but not before I kiss her lips until they swell. I don’t really want her to go, but apparently, she and Jasmine concocted this plan to meet up when they were at the Zanga Bar last night. The topic will be Jeremiah, as Leslie is dying to know what’s happening with them.
Seeing how happy she was as she bounced out of the house, I am relieved with how things are going. It’s good to know we could quickly overcome the obstacle Ambrosia tried to lay for us. I have no doubt that other women will try to throw themselves at me or intimidate Leslie now that everyone knows who she is to me. This is nothing new in my world. But sharing the most precious person in my life with others wasn’t as bad as I thought.
I sit on the sofa in the movie room and prepare to watch some playbacks. I first turn to the sports channel to hear what Sam Winters from ABT Sports News has to say. It doesn’t take long to realize she’s talking about me. My picture is on a screen in the background, but the world shifts when I see the image of Leslie come up next.
I can take whatever is said about me because, at this point, I’m used to it. But the reasoning behind them sharing a picture of Leslie at the shoe store, one she’d posted on Instagram of herself and a coworker looking tired and frustrated, isbaffling.Why the heck are they posting her old pictures?Or any pictures of her at all, for that matter.
I turn up the volume so I can hear the commentary. The postgame interview from last night is playing back. As it finishes, Sam speaks briefly about how well I played, then turns to the gossip radio host Jenny Jo and pivots to who she calls “the mysterious fiancée of Wayne Richards.”
“When I spoke to them, they seemed to be so in love,” Sam says with a smile. Then, she side-eyes Jenny Jo. “But I’m sure she was tired of working in that shoe store, and now she doesn’t have to work. We know how these things can change from apparently sweet and loving to splitting half of a player’s assets in the blink of an eye.”
Jenny Jo, a nationally syndicated disk jockey, is on as a guest. “If she doesn’t do right, he has other options,” says Jenny Jo with a playful wink. “I love the game as much as the next football lover, but there is nothing better than seeing Wayne Richards play. Are you seeing this?” she says as the screen goes from an image of Leslie to a highlight of last night when I found Jeremiah in the endzone and aimed the ball in the center of his chest for a touchdown. The camera shows me from my backside, maneuvering from one foot to the other as I released the ball. “Look at those glutes as he throws that ball. He is enough to give any hotblooded sports fan life.”
Sam interjects, “Yes, he’s a master at throwing touchdowns.”
“I bet he’s a master at throwing everything. Poor little girl probably never knew what hit her,” Jenny Jo adds with a wink.
