DEKE

four months later

A year prior, I’d woken up on the morning of a big game with a heavy heart. I had no hope. No drive. No ambition. If I could have, I would’ve wallowed in bed and buried myself beneath the blankets. But this was a new morning.

The sun was beaming through my windows and I could hear dishes clinking in the kitchen. I climbed out of bed and left the bedroom. When I rounded the corner, I saw my fiancée. 

She was standing in front of the stovetop, scrambling some eggs and humming. She had on one of my Raven’s T-shirts, the black cotton material stopping right at the middle of her thighs. 

I loved this sight, waking up and seeing her. I was never going to get tired of it.

I snuck up behind her and curled my arms around her waist.

“Oh my goodness! Deke, why do you keep scaring me like that?” She laughed as I buried my nose in the crook of her neck.

“Mmm. Did I scare you, baby? I’m sorry.”

She shut off the stove then turned around to face me. Her arms hung over my shoulders as she said, “You have a big game today.”

“First of the season.”

“Are you gonna ball like you mean it?”

“You know I am.”

“Okay, because your debut game last year was tragic.”

I chuckled. “Oh, you got jokes?”

“Mmmhmm.”

I dropped my lips to hers, kissing her slowly, sweetly. I had this rule about not having sex before a game, especially my first of the season. Stamina was important and I had a feeling that if I fucked Davina in this kitchen, it’d be another shitty game for me. Still, that didn’t stop my dick from getting hard or the ideas to please her. I picked her up in my arms and she yelped as I carried her to the room.

Zeke, of course, came bounding across the living room. “Stay, Zeke!” I commanded, then shut the door behind me.

Davina giggled as I placed her on the bed and climbed on top of her, shifting between her legs. I pushed her shirt up and took one of her nipples into my mouth and then the other until they were hard. Carrying my mouth up to hers, I kissed her again as my hand slid down her thigh. I cupped her sweet pussy, dipping a finger inside her, and she moaned. 

My dick was already straining in my boxers—that’s how badly I wanted to fuck her and she knew it. I could tell by the way she looked at me with those amber-flecked eyes, how she bit into her bottom lip and tilted her hips to guide my finger deeper.

I added another finger and said, “I wanna fuck you so bad right now, D. Wanna bury myself inside you. Drives me crazy seeing you like this.”

She moaned, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and I finished her off. Her fingernails pierced the skin on my arm as she cried out my name with her chin pointed to the ceiling. Her eyes damn near rolled to the back of her skull.

I smiled as she came down from her high and kissed her cheek, her chin, her forehead, and the tip of her nose. I kissed her on every part of her face until she laughed and squealed.

“Stop it!” she giggled.

I rested my head on her chest and she stroked my head. I wanted to get to the stadium and shoot before the game. I needed to, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. How could I possibly move when she was my home? My sanctuary? My peace? I was comfortable in her arms, listening to her heartbeat, feeling her gentle fingers in my hair and on my skin.

“You’ve got my heart, D,” I whispered as I closed my eyes.

“And you have all of me, Declan Bishop,” she vowed.