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“We’re about to live basic as fuck and bore their asses into moving on to the next story.”
I sighed. “I hate this.”
As rational as my mind was about this situation, I was conflicted with the impulse and need to defend myself. I didn’t sleep around. Not once had I had sex with any of my clients nor would I ever. I also wasn’t the type to trap a man with a baby. What happened between me and Omiri just happened.
It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t a money grab, but regardless of the truth, I couldn’t defend myself against stupid people who thrive on negativity. They didn’t want the truth, they wanted thestory, and the story was, Makari Phoenix pimped her coochie out to get her cut of a two hundred and forty million dollar contract.
Chapter 14
Omiri
Waking up at five in the morning and climbing out of bed to push my body to the max of its potential under the heat of the sun had my mood fucked up. So when Makari woke me up with her lips wrapped around my dick, I gladly let her do her thing.
After I shot my seed down her throat I had her naked, legs spread wide and my tongue circling and sucking on her clit. She moaned and rocked her hips, lifting them from the bed, greedily searching for more. I pushed two fingers inside her and began a nice, slow thrust. Her pussy was already drenched which had my dick growing thick again.
When her breathing picked up and the muscles in her legs began to tense, I drove my fingers in deeper, hooking them at an angle enough to brush her spot when they made contact. Every time my fingers thrust into her, Makari’s hips jutted forward.
I felt her muscles tightening and sucking me in seconds before the orgasm pushed through her body. She coated and was leaking down my hand.
I thrust and circled her entrance a few more times before I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and licked each one clean.
She smiled lazily at me, watching while I moved up her body and guided myself between her thighs, rocking into her a little at a time, watching her reaction from the way I filled her.
“Good morning.”
”Mmm, good morning. You’re going to be late.” She gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss, sucking on my tongue while I landed deep, lazy thrusts that had her legs spreading wider.
“I’m just gonna have to be late then.” I worked one arm under her thigh and landed with a little more force at the same time my mouth was on hers again. The deeper I sank into her, the more I felt the blissful flood of need pushing through my body.
“Fuck,” I grunted under my breath then sucked on her tongue a little more at the same pace I ground into her. Each time I pulled back, I drove back in with a hard thrust that created a brutal rhythm, only letting up when I ground against her pelvis to dig in deeper.
It didn’t take long before the first tremor worked its way through her body and her pussy clamped down on my dick. She groaned under her breath and circled her hips, throwing her head back into the pillow.
She was so fucking beautiful. Eyes narrowed and lazy with them pretty ass lips parted had me thinking about how they were just spread wide around my dick. I fucked her harder and she grinned.
I gripped her jaw and shoved my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard, sucking on her bottom lip before I bit down. My pace was relenting and I kept going until she came all over my dick, giving me the green light to flood them walls. As soon as my dick stopped pulsing from the release, I started rocking into her at a lazy pace again.
”I’m not going to be worth shit at practice today.”
Makari smiled and slid a hand behind my neck, bringing my mouth down to hers. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
I chuckled then eased out of her and climbed off the bed. “Come take a shower with me before I go.”
”Nope, I’m going back to sleep.”
She curled up on her side, pulled the covers over her body, and balled her fists under her chin.
Watching Makari freshly fucked, in my bed, in the house I swore I would never step foot in again let me know she had the ability to bring me peace. As a man who understood how valuable that was, I would do anything and everything in my power to make sure I could be the same for her.
The past weekof having Makari and Avi in my house had me settling into the space of wanting to be a family. To wake up with Makari’s wild sleeping ass hogging my bed or the sound of Avi on the baby monitor put me at ease. My life was chaotic as shit outside of these walls, but here, I felt like things made sense.
The first few days were hard. All I kept thinking about was what this house was supposed to represent, me and Rion making it to the next level, and now I understood that life never played out like you planned. Like they said, tell God your plans and He’d prove that He held all the damn power.
Instead of wild ass parties and drinking until I passed out, I was experiencing toys all over my living room and Makari’s sexy ass walking around here in my shirts. We had damn near fucked in every room of this house—and there were a lot of them bitches—but doing so made this place ours, and in a sense honored what I knew my brother would want for me, even if I never envisioned it for myself. It still fucking hurt but I wasacknowledging that now and dealing with it because Makari refused to let me brush that shit off.
Life was good aside from the media blowing up our lives. They refused to go away. The only positive was that out here, no one had access. They couldn’t get past the gate so we were able to shut out the world when we were at the crib. No cameras or people camping out trying to get pictures or statements until I pulled up at the training facility but at least Makari didn’t have to deal with it daily.
“What the fuck, McClain? Make the run again,” Coach Williams yelled from the sideline, folding his arms over his chest. He was annoyed like a muthafucker but for good reasons. The rookie was playing like shit.
