Page 71 of Stand and Defend
Normally, after a game, I find someone to blow my load with. All that testosterone needs an outlet. Lately, though, I prefer Jordan. I know what I’m getting with her, and what I’m getting is a stellar bare pussy that clamps down like a fucking vise. I’d take her in a baggy sweatshirt over a bunny in a sexy nurse costume any day.
After the press box, we depart in our suits and duffels. Half of us are leaving for Top Shelf, the other half going home to women. My situation isn’t like theirs, but like everybody, I’d like to get laid tonight.
When I walk through the mud room, the vibration of bass in the theater below hums under my feet. Toeing off my shoes, I head downstairs, hoping I haven’t missed out on too much of the movie. The closer I get, the louder the unsettling background music becomes. Which can only mean she’s watching something scary.Of course, it’s Halloween.
As I get closer, I see the silhouette of her against the movie screen. The camera pans around a corner and she tucks her legs up. A jump scare is coming, and I can’t resist the opportunity. I sneak up behind her and bring my mouth right behind her ear.
“Boo.”
She screams and leaps out of her chair. When she spinsaround, she clutches at her chest, then bounds toward me and smacks my bicep.
“You asshole!” she says between laughs. “You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing home?”
She crouches with her hand on her knees, catching her breath. I smile and reach down to grab the remote, pausing the horror flick. “Movie sounded better.”
“Better than getting laid?”
“Eh, I figured I could get that here too.” I wink and dodge the pillow she chucks at my head.
“See if I ever sit on your dick again.”
“You will, you can’t resist.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Are you going to make me back it up all the way to the beginning?”
I point at the screen, the ticker shows she’s barely fifteen minutes into it. “You just started it! How about you make me an ice cream sundae while I get caught up?”
“Ugh, fine. But only because I don’t want to watch the opening scene again.”
I smile as big as I can and fall into the leather bucket seat. “Thanks, dear.”
She holds up her middle finger as she walks out, and I kick up my feet. I’m about to rewind the movie when her phone lights up next to me. I glance down in time to see a new text message flash on her screen.
Bryan: This isn't over. Where the fuck are you?
I pluck her phone out of the cupholder as another text comes through.
Bryan: You can’t hidefrom me.
And another.
Bryan: We aren’t done. I’ll fucking find you.
I swipe to unlock her phone, but it asks for a passcode. Damn it. She told me he was texting apologies, so what the hell is all this? With her phone in hand, I head up to the kitchen. She’s putting the ice cream back in the freezer when I get there.
“Impatient much?”
“What the hell is this?” I ask, holding up her phone.
“My phone?”
“Bryan texted you.”
Her head lolls to the side, then she steps closer and snatches it out of my hand.
“Don’t go through my phone. He used to do that too.”
“I wasn’t going through your phone, the messages showed up on the screen. You didn’t tell me they were threats.”