Page 5 of Forbidden Dunk

Which was here,Maria’s Carniceria. A little meat market with some of the best Mexican sweet breads my mom loved.

I grabbed the basket, along with the treats and then strolled the aisles, glancing up as the ding sounded from the door. My jaw just about fell out as I saw Marketa walk in. She scanned the area, zeroing in on the treats, and made her way over, stopping when she saw me. A grin overtook her face, one I returned.

“What are you doing here?” she questioned, arms folding over her chest.

“My mom loves the treats from here,” I told her, holding up the container. “It’s our weekly tradition to get together and share some coffee and these.”

“So, close with your mom, interesting tidbit.”

I rolled my eyes at her but couldn’t help my smile from getting bigger. Not too many people knew that, and those that did,certainly didn’t give me shit for it. I would openly admit, I was a big mama’s boy.

“I am close with her. And it seemed like you were close with your dad.”

This time, it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“He’s a little protective.”

“A little,” I countered. I leaned closer to her, again, loving that she wasn’t that much shorter than I was and whispered in her ear. “If daddy found out my dick was buried in your sweet cunt, Marketa, he would have me kicked off the team.”

Most women might balk at my words, or shy away from them, but the wink she gave me on the court a couple weeks back told me she didn’t mind. And that she was up for another round. Not that I could go there, not with her.

No joke, her dad would castrate me, and I was rather fond of that part of my body.

“He might. But what daddy doesn’t know, won’t kill him.”

Shit, this woman. How was it that she has been in my thought’s day in and day out and I want to say screw my mom and take this woman back to my place.

“You’re a little temptress, Shorty. I like that. I might have to take you up on the fun you’re throwing down.”

“It would be fun…” She trailed off, her eyes darting around before she covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom. I sat my stuff down and followed her, rather worried. She didn’t seem sick.

I pushed the door open and saw the bathroom stall door wide open, Marketa on her knees, right over the toilet.

Chapter 4

Marketa

Ilifted my head, groaning as I wiped my face and mouth. That was so not like me. But then again, nothing the last few months have been like me.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t come near me, Shawn. I don’t know what this is, and I can’t afford for you to get sick.” I closed my eyes as I leaned back against the wall and gave him a weak smile. “I’ll be okay. Go ahead and go with your mom. Thanks for checking up on me.”

I peeked an eye open, seeing the indecision on his face and waved my hand at him.

It’s not the first time I had a stomach bug, sure it won’t be the last.

After a few minutes of sitting on the floor, making sure nothing else was coming back up, I slowly stood. I rinsed my mouth out the best I could then headed back out, eyeing the treats once more.

Mentally, I shook my head. They looked good, but I didn’t need to cause any more issues.

“Do you have some Ginger Ale?” I asked the clerk who handed me a bag.

“The gentleman paid for it. Hope you feel better.”

“Thanks.” I took it, a smile on my face. Shawn didn’t have to do it, and I made a mental note to thank him for it when I could.

“I’m leaving, Marketa,” my dad hollered, pounding on the door. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him.

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