Page 51 of Intentional Foul
As I released her, she turned and cried into my chest. I kneeled, scooping Jhae into my arms. She wrapped her hands around my neck and tightened her legs around my waist. Flipping on the shower, I tested the water temperature and stepped in with our clothes on. We stripped from our wet clothes as the water continued to pour on us.
Jhae watched me from the couch, sitting on her legs as I changed the bedding after our shower.
“I thought you were a virgin,” she said, and I snickered as I tossed the sheet on the floor.
“My body,yes, mentally,no. Sex isn’t rocket science. You will tell me how to please you,” I said.
“I’m not taking your virginity,” she announced, triggering me to chuckle again.
I circled the bed, wrapping the fitted linen around the edge of the mattress.
“You’re my wife and the only person who can,” I said.
“Cheat,” she suggested, and I paused, remaking the bed to give her my undivided attention.
“And disrespect you? Hell no. No woman will ever share the same dick as you. And don’t suggest it again,” I said and pulled the linen over the last end of the mattress.
The room fell silent as I tossed the comforter over the bed. Finishing, I walked to the couch, extending my hand to Jhae. She took it and followed me to bed, pulling back the comforter. I climbed in behind, scooping her into my arms. With her back to my chest, she gave in and snuggled underneath me, curving her body into mine.
“I love you, even if you can’t accept it right now,” I whispered into her ear.
“Turn to the left and hold the basketball with your right hand,” the photographer said, and I followed.
Between position changes, I snuck a glimpse of Jhae sitting in the corner babysitting her phone. With her lying underneath me, I slept through my alarm, making us late. She cried for the bulk of the night, and I reassured her as much as possible. Nothing would stop her from sobbing. Finally, she faced me,pressing her head into my chest before drifting off to sleep. I know she was worried, but I’m not sorry for having my first sexual experience last night. Witnessing her cum for me took me mentally past the clouds.
“Are you opposed to a shirtless photo?” the photographer asked.
She moved her long, straight black hair behind her ear as she held her camera with one hand. The women in the room eyed each other as they snickered. If Marquise was here, he would’ve pulled the shirt off me. Jhae’s eyes shot up from her phone. The slight hike of her nostrils confirmed what I needed.
“Yes,” I answered, and a woman groaned.
“Let’s do a jersey and lightning change. Take ten,” the photographer said.
I moved through the cords and lights in Jhae’s direction. She jumped on her phone, standing on her feet and walking away.
“Moe, yeah, it sounds good. Do you think a feature would enhance the song?” she said as she continued to scroll away.
I was willing to bend to her today. She was dealing with the guilt of pleasure she received from me. Choosing to yield in this battle, I sat in the wardrobe chair after changing into a different team jersey.
“Malcolm, are you sure about the shirtless photo?” she asked again.
“Yes, he is sure. The same way you should be sure about sexual harassment,” Jhae said from the back of the room, and I chuckled.
Everyone shifted in her direction, and Jhae slanted her head at the photographer. The way she protected me without being asked was a tell. I was wearing Jhae down and soon she would buy into the marriage. The more time we spent together, the better for me. I couldn’t wait to walk freely as husband and wife.
Chapter Nine
Panic Room
Malcolm
Sitting in the back of the SUV, amusement covered me as I held hands with Jhae. The photographer and her staff apologized several times before we left the shoot. She explained shirtless photos gain more traction on social media. It’s about views and engagement. Jhae gave her a faint response and fake smiled before we exited.
“Steve, take us by the property before we head back to L.A.,” I said.
I nudged Jhae’s hand to request her attention. She continued to focus on the scenery outside the window. With my thumb, I continued to caress her hand to hopefully soften her hard exterior. It took us thirty minutes to pull up to the land I bought. Steve moved to open the door, but I paused him.
I exited and walked in front of the car to Jhae’s side. Lifting the handle, I pulled her door open. She remained seated, focused on Steve. I ducked my head inside, reaching across her to unbuckle her seat belt.
