On The Rebound

by Alexandra Warren

  Once my breathing settled, I couldn’t help but giggle as Kage pressed lazy kisses against my shoulder blade while whispering near my ear about how much he’d missed my pussy. But honestly, I’d just missed him period, feeling good about our new chapter even as I climbed off his dick and told him, “I wish I could stay. But I have an early morning of filming tomorrow, and I know I won’t get nearly enough beauty sleep messin’ around with you.”

  “Yeah, I am pretty irresistible,” he bragged, the side eye I responded with as I gathered my clothes only making him smirk as he continued, “On some real shit, though. Thank you for coming through tonight. Means more than you’ll ever know.”

  Quickly slipping my panties back on, I reminded him, “You were right there with me through all of my craziness, Kage. It’s only right that I help you rebound too. And you will bounce back from this. Don’t you ever think otherwise, okay?”

  Grabbing me by the back of my legs, he pulled me so that I was once again standing between his when he answered, “Yeah, I hear you.”

  “Do you though?” I asked, cupping his chin so that I could tilt his head to meet my eyes.

  “I mean, shit. It’s a lot harder with your perfect ass titties all in my face now, but…”

  With another giggle, I assured him, “I know it may not always feel like it. But the universe will work with you as long as you do what you’re supposed to be doing.”

  “Did the universe have somethin’ to do with this too?” he asked with a grin, obviously hinting at what had played out between us tonight. And when I thought back to the note I’d found in his journal, I couldn’t help but smirk when I challenged, “I don’t know. You tell me.”

  Fourteen

  Even without being able to play in the big game on Sunday, All-Star Weekend was turning out to be a helluva good time.

  It was cold as fuck outside, but the energy in Chicago was electric. I was finally off crutches and now solely relying on a walking boot, making it easy for me to get around without much hassle. The rookie had represented for the home team by being named Rising Stars MVP of the USA vs. World game. And Bleu was here, mostly for work but partly for play, looking fine as hell at every turn and teasing the fuck outta me while doing so since she knew I couldn’t act on how I really felt whenever I was in her presence.

  We’d agreed on two things since that night she’d stopped by my place.

  One, we were serious about each other even while still planning on taking things slow.

  And two, we were keeping it private as a means of protecting our peace; Bleu’s especially since we both already knew what the reaction would be if the world found out she - a woman working in sports - was involved with an active athlete.

  Not that their opinions mattered since Bleu was also a grown ass woman who could do whatever the fuck she wanted. But if my baby wanted to avoid the chatter from the haters, then I had her back on that; though I would’ve been lying if I didn’t admit how much of a struggle it was to keep my hands to myself once I saw her fine ass at the arena for tonight’s event line-up that included the Skills Challenge, Three-Point Shootout, and Slam Dunk Contest.

  It was just a fun Saturday night for me, a few of my teammates, and some of my other homies from the league. But for Bleu, it was business as usual as she prepared to interview the winner of each competition, a task I couldn’t help distracting her from a little bit when I approached her in the tunnel and told her, “Just so you know, I’m tearin’ that ass up later on tonight.”

  I kept my tone low and made sure there was a reasonable distance between us so that it wasn’t completely obvious what was going on, Bleu not even looking my way when she casually asked, “Your hotel or mine?”

  “Both.”

  That made her giggle. “Wow. How ambitious of you.”

  It might’ve sounded ambitious. But the fact that I didn’t get to see her in-person all that often meant I was taking full advantage of this opportunity, a bit of a grin on my lips when I mentioned, “Zeb told me he invited you to his party.”

  “That’s the one happening at the same hotel I’m staying at, right?” she asked, peeking my way to catch the little nod I gave before she continued, “I mean, I’ll have to see what my friends wanna do. But maybe we’ll stop by for a little bit.”

  Even though I knew she was just messing around, I still warned, “I done told your ass about playin’ with me.”

  Again, she giggled as she said, “See you tonight, babe,” watching her walk away making it hard for me not to bite my lip now that I knew she looked just as good completely out of her clothes as she did in them. And tonight, she was really showing out in this black blazer dress that was fitted in a way to show off her curves and a pair of red bottoms that had her calves looking especially lickable, making it no surprise that damn near every player and male celebrity she crossed paths with on her way to get back in position for the live broadcast was either trying to get her attention to say what’s up or doing a double take after she’d already passed them.

  Knowing she was mine only made the shit that much more entertaining, the thirst real as hell as Zeb caught up to me to ask, “Was that Bleu?”

  “Yeah, that was her sexy ass,” I answered, the fact that that was universal knowledge making the comment sound ordinary as Zeb and I finally made our way to our courtside seats.

  Of course, he was mostly interested in our interaction since he wanted to know, “Did she say anything about comin’ to my party tonight?”

  “Yeah, she said her and her friends might be stoppin’ by,” I told him, watching Bleu from afar as she dished out quick hugs to Levi Graham and his girl Jules. But when she went on to do the same thing with Hunter Gordon, I felt my muscles tense up a bit; though I knew better than to think anything of it as Zeb asked, “Which friends? Cause you know some of ‘em are a lil’… nevermind.”

  His commentary was just the distraction I needed as I listened to him run down the list of all the women he’d invited, along with the list of “famous” people who’d already RSVP’d. But I knew there was only one person I cared to see, feeling anxious as hell about it when the time finally came, and Bleu was nowhere to be found.

  All-Star Weekend made it easy to party hop, so I wouldn’t have been surprised if her and her friends were making a few stops before they rounded back to the hotel they were all supposedly staying at for Zeb’s function. But that didn’t mean I had a lot of patience for it as I forced myself to enjoy current company, only to end up sending her a text fifteen minutes later.

  “Where you at, baby?” - Kage

  “Elevenator.” - Bleu

  “Elevenator?” I read out loud, trying to figure out if it was just an innocent typo and she’d meant “elevator”, or if Bleu was already on one. But when she finally showed up to the spot a few minutes later, I could tell it was the latter, a big ass cheesy grin on her lips when she approached me and teased, “You were presseddddd.”

  Because she’d hugged damn near everybody else on her way to get to me, she wasn’t shy about hugging me too. Though I definitely held on a little longer than appropriate when I asked near her ear, “Can you blame me? Gotdamn, baby. You look incredible.”

  I’d already known what she was wearing thanks to her Instagram post with the caption, “This dress is the real winner of All-Star Weekend.” But seeing the barely-there joint she’d changed into in-person had me ready to break all her little rules, especially after she had the nerve to get cocky with it when she responded, “I know, right? I’m a problem.”

  “You really are,” I agreed with a lick of my lips just as Bleu started introducing me to her two friends. And from the silly looks on their faces, I could tell she’d already let them know what was up with us, a fact I planned on teasing her about later as she asked, “So what are we drinkin’?”

  “You sure you haven’t had enough already tonight?”

  “Boy, what? I’m grown,” she insisted with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Plus, this is ou
r last stop, I already have some BC powder in my system, and I only have to travel three floors to get back to home base. So, again. What are we drinkin’?”

  Since I wasn’t the one who had to be on television the next day, it was nothing for me to entertain Bleu and her friends’ affinity for shots; the fact that one of them apparently worked as a bartender making the whole thing especially interesting since she had us ordering up all types of exclusive shit. And because of that, it wasn’t long at all before I was on their level of faded, watching through low eyes as the three of them went up once Megan Thee Stallion’s, “Big Ole Freak” started playing.

  From the way Bleu was shaking her ass and moving her finger as she rapped along to the lyrics, it was obvious that this was her shit. But she fucked me up when her drunk ass said, “We never show up together, but I text Kage when I’m ready to go,” both of her friends cracking up laughing as I hollered, “Yooo, we gotta get the fuck up outta here now.”

  Ignoring my suggestion, Bleu just started twerkin’ on me instead, only making it that much more urgent for us to leave before I got to matching her energy ten-fold. And even though the private nature of this particular party with NDAs in place and restricted phone use meant it wasn’t all that big of a deal, I suppose the fact that we really did fuck with each other now just made me a little more protective of our situation. Though that didn’t mean Bleu was going to make any of this shit easier on me as she wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and started grinding her ass up against me.

  Honestly, the whole night was starting to feel like déjà vu since it only reminded me of how shit had gone down back in Las Vegas all those months ago. But now, instead of just talking about the possibility of her being that girl, Bleu was that girl, making me feel like the luckiest nigga in the building once she slipped a hotel key card into my back pants pocket and said, “When I text you my room number, you better bring your ass.”

  The liquor in my system had her request feeling like a dream, a tipsy grin on my lips when I teasingly asked, “And what if I don’t?”

  “You will,” she answered confidently, lifting to press a little kiss to my cheek before she made her way to the exit with her friends in tow. And once again, watching her walk away was a gift in itself, my eyes locked intently on her legs and ass until I heard a groaned, “Nigga…”

  At that, I peeked over to my right to find Zeb who apparently couldn’t wait to ask, “You got Bleu? Bleu mothafuckin’ fine ass Taylor?”

  Chuckling, I told him, “Come on, bruh. You know it ain’t no kissin’ and tellin’ around here.”

  “Nah, the NDA specifically said it just can’t leave the vicinity,” he defended, sticking his arms out to prove, “We still in the vicinity.”

  His enthusiasm made it hard not to laugh as I said, “Aight, aight. Well since we still here and all… that’s bae.”

  Snapping his head back, he let off an exaggerated, “Whaaat? You lyin’.”

  “If I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’. And I know you see where my feet at,” I bragged, Zeb already shaking his head in astonishment as I continued, “We still low with it right now though, so…”

  Before I could even finish, he assured me, “You ain’t gotta explain shit to me, bruh. I’m just here to say congratulations. You won.”

  Once again, I was cracking up laughing as Zeb dapped me up before he started filling me in on what he’d been up to all night. And while he always came with some entertaining ass stories, I had no choice but to cut him off once I got the text from Bleu with her room number and a tongue emoji, letting me know exactly what she was on as I decided to take the stairs three floors down and then used the key card she’d given me to make a swift entrance.

  “Bleu?” I called out in the mostly darkened suite, stepping into the living area and then moving towards the bedroom when I asked again, “Bleu, where you… gotdamn.”

  “Took you long enough,” she purred from the middle of the bed, dressed in a lingerie set that had me stuck in the doorway staring as my mouth almost instantly began to water.

  “I… fuck,” I chuckled, running a hand down my face to make sure I wasn’t dreaming as I shook my head and told her, “Lost for words, baby.”

  “So stop trying to talk so much and get over here already,” she insisted with a smirk, propping her legs open with an invitation I couldn’t accept fast enough as I quickly unstrapped my walking boot, kicked off my other shoe, and then pulled my shirt over my head before I joined her on the bed.

  She smelled just as good as she looked, my mouth rushing to taste every inch of her skin including the parts that were covered until I realized, “Shit, I need to piss.”

  “Can’t it wait?” she whined, frowning as she propped herself up on her elbows once I climbed off the bed.

  Honestly, the way her titties were sitting once she did that had me thinking about trying to hold it. But then the pressure from my bladder reminded me that I didn’t have a choice, making me pick up the pace of my limp as I answered, “Maybe if you and your girls didn’t have me taking all those shots, it could.”

  “Hurry upppp,” was what I heard once I stepped in the bathroom, Bleu’s irritation only exciting me since I knew she’d be taking all that frustration out on my dick in just a few seconds. But because of how turned on she already had me, it took some... relaxing for me to be able to relieve myself completely, making the process take a little longer than I’d expected.

  I was back in the game the second I washed my hands though, leaving my pants and briefs on the bathroom floor since I knew I’d no longer be needing them. But when I hobbled back in the bedroom, my smirk of anticipation fell flat once I found Bleu laying in the middle of the bed knocked the hell out.

  “Ain’t this about a bitch?” I groaned, Bleu responding with a snort when she rolled onto her side as a signal that she was out for real. And even though I lowkey wanted to wake her ass up so she could finish what she’d started, I found some peace in the fact that tonight would be the first time sleeping with her in my arms.

  Fifteen

  The hard dick pressed against my back when I woke up at five in the morning was enough to make me gasp. And the heavy arm wrapped tightly around my waist had me squinting in the darkness as I tried to remember the events that had led up to this moment, the fact that last night’s lingerie was still on my body instead of being discarded somewhere in the room making it clear that things had not exactly gone as planned.

  So what did happen?

  I remembered pregaming with my girls right after I was done with work.

  I remembered the three of us party-hopping before we ended the night at Zeb’s get-together.

  I remembered coming back to my suite alone after making sure my girls were good.

  And I remembered Kage being here, kissing all over me until he had to go pee and I…

  “Aw, hell. I must’ve fallen asleep,” I realized, my hair not being wrapped only giving me more evidence to support that conclusion. And honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was madder at Kage for pressing pause long enough for me to K.O., or madder at myself for not being able to hang long enough to get dicked down. Though, considering how hard Kage’s dick was right now in his sleep, I had a feeling there was still a chance of us making that happen.

  The fact that he was already naked made it easy for me to test the waters as I gently started rubbing my ass up against him. And when his breathing pattern began to change, I could tell my strategy was working, especially once he started responding to my moves with a little motion of his own.

  Biting into my lip to keep from giggling, I wasn’t all that surprised to hear Kage groggily groan, “Finish what you started last night, or go back to sleep, Bleu.”

  His challenge was all the permission I needed to reach between us and grab his dick, massaging the tip in my hand as Kage started pressing gentle kisses against my shoulder blade. And now that I knew he was up for real, it was nothing for me to slip under the covers and exchange my hand for my mou
th, teasing the tip of his dick with my tongue before attempting to swallow him whole.

  Pulling the covers back to watch me, Kage moaned, “Good fuckin’ morning,” prompting me to peek up at him with a grin as I licked along his shaft and started stroking it in my hand. Then I moved to give his sac the same attention with my mouth, the more I teased and sucked, the more enthusiastic Kage became as he glared down at me through hooded eyes and groaned, “Too fuckin’ pretty.”

  His compliment made me smirk as I made my way back to his dick, finding a rhythm in my bobbing that Kage took control of once he slipped his hand in the back of my hair. And with every one of his grunts, I only grew more determined to get him to the finish line, making a fist with my left hand to control the gag reflex as Kage started stroking my mouth until his seed was emptied down my throat.

  Wiping the residual saliva from around my lips, I grinned as I sat up on my knees and told him, “Sorry for falling asleep on you last night.”

  “Is that how you always apologize?” he asked with a smirk, obviously pleased with what had happened and the sight still in front of him as I climbed from the bed and advised, “Get some rest. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

  Once I was in the bathroom, I made a priority of rinsing my mouth out. Then I gave my hair a quick wrap in hopes of reversing some of the damage the cotton pillows and Kage’s hand had done to my silk press, tying on my scarf and then following it up with a shower cap just as Kage stepped into the bathroom dick-first.

  The sight of him was enough to make me grin. But the fact that I’d told him to go back to sleep made my eyebrow pique curiously when I asked, “Kage, what are you doing in here?”

  “You really thought I was gonna watch you walk out of the room in that sexy ass lingerie and not follow right behind you?” he challenged, only making me grin even harder as I told him, “Well it’s about to come off now.”