Page 182 of Loving the Legend
I pat Nicholas on the back as he pulls the chicken out of his mouth.
While Cam mutters about marrying meat, Nicholas grabs my elbow and mouths,I owe you.
I wave it off. No sex for a month is cold. I've been there.
“I still get credit for vegan 30, don’t I?” she asks Nicholas.
He throws his arm around her shoulder and kisses the side of her head. “Sure, honey. Twenty-five is the new thirty.”
After we feast, Malcolm, Arnaz, Adam, and Lily break off to start a game of spades. My money is on Lily and Malcolm. Tommy, Kieran, Phil, and Ishan laze in the pool.
“How about a pickup game? Four on four. You, Tev, Kaleb, Nicholas against me, Ty, Ussef, Malik,” Idris challenges Sid.
“Best of 20,” Sid replies, grabbing his T-shirt from a chair.
“Come on, Cam. How about we take the kiddies to the pool and sip margaritas?” Gaby, Kaleb's wife, says as she shuffles the kids toward the pool area.
“You’re not gonna watch?” Kaleb calls out.
“Love you, sweetheart, but I need a margarita,” she says, blowing him a kiss as she retreats.
“Savage,” Kaleb says, shaking his head and making us all laugh.
Sid and I hand our rings to Kieran before we make our way to the court. We all stretch quickly to warm up.
Sid’s team wins the coin toss, so they have first possession.
Tevin passes the ball to Nicholas, who lobs it to Sid. He runs it in to attempt a layup, only I smack the ball away before it hits the rim.
“I’m the new mayor of Block City,” I boast.
Sid laughs. “You’re not even going to ease up on me on the day I proposed to you?”
I stick my tongue out at him. “Never.”
He flashes me a mischievous grin, leans in, and says, “I got something for that tongue."
And damn if my dick doesn’t perk up.
“Hey, you two! No foreplay on the court,” Idris says, grinning at us.
Sid moves in to defend me, but Idris creates a screen. I get the ball to Malik, who hits a corner three-pointer.
On the next possession, Sid passes the ball to Kaleb, who lobs it back to Sid, who then passes it to Tevin, who posts a layup.
“Good ball movement,” Sid calls out.
“Remember, they’re Royals!” I tease as I take possession of the ball.
I pass the ball to Idris, then create a successful screen against Tevin, who is guarding him. I spin and drive to the basket as Idris lobs me the ball mid-air to complete a layup.
Pick and Roll, an oldie but goodie.
“That’s 5–2,” I call out.
“You mean 5–5,” Sid says, raising the ball and hitting a long three-pointer that’s all cash.
Damn. For a second, I forgot Sid’s game is equal parts talent and big-dick energy.
