Three
Malik
I look at my phone, a serene smile stretching my lips. It’s early evening. Shouldn’t be too long, now.
* * *
When Lisa and Ana left theBoys & Girls Club, I walked them to their car, carrying the fruits of Ana’s looting, with Lisa quietly walking by my side. Her long, curly hair falling down her shoulders, the afternoon sunlight playing with its russet undertones. A small grin stretched her full lips, her eyes every so often drifting back to meet mine. My gaze hungrily running all over her body.
I smiled to myself because she wore a shirt with my team’s colors, with MY number on the back. I don’t think I’d ever felt so proud of what I’d accomplished as a professional athlete, watching my sexy woman and her adorable rascal of a niece both in tops with my name on them.
I fought to keep my eyes from roaming too much but couldn’t miss the hypnotizing sway of her hips, the bounce of her full, round ass in those sacrilege leggings women want to make us believe are innocent. By the time we reached Lisa’s car, I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and drive us to the nearest quiet place for days of incessant fucking. But Ana needed to be taken home.
What heightened my desire and, at the same time, appeased me, was reading my own hunger mirrored in Lisa’s beautiful amber eyes. She wanted me. Not only physically, or as ‘Malik Ford, the star’. But it was the same raw yearning I felt.
I was so gonna put a baby in this woman first chance I got.
We agreed Lisa would call me once she dropped off Ana and refreshed, and parted ways with one last heated, longing gaze.
* * *
Now it’s seven o’clock and I’m as nervous as a schoolboy. I shake my head, smiling to myself. What has this woman done to me?But every player has his day, right?
I don’t do shit like chasing women. My M.O. has always been to focus my time and energy on my career and have fun in the most easy, uncomplicated manner. A gorgeous woman, a night of passion. Maybe a few repeats. And I was satisfied.
But I don’t want anything easy or uncomplicated with Lisa. I want this heart-pounding mess, the responsibility, the challenge of building a life together, raising a family, growing old at each other’s side. I want it all with her. Now and forever.
As those insane thoughts spill into my mind, my cellphone rings. I check the display. It says, Lisa O’Malley. I pick up on the first ring. No shame.
“Hello?”
“Hey Malik, it’s me, Lisa,” she says in a breathy tone.
As if a couple of hours would have sufficed to forget the sexy rasp of her voice.
“Hey fangirl,” I tease her.
And I’m rewarded by a soft laugh.
“You could say that.”
“Oh, really?”
She sighs.
“If you’re very nice, maybe one day I’ll show you my bedroom at my parents’ house.”
“I think I’d like that.”
I’m grinning like an absolute fool.
“Actually, I better show you before Ana does,” she adds.
It’s my turn to laugh.
“She’s something else, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”