Jayden has a noon soccer game, and I’m grateful for the distraction. It’s a gorgeous warm Los Angeles summer day out and the moment we arrive at the park, Jayden runs onto the field to join his teammates. I open my camping chair and take a seat on the sidelines next to my friends Janet and Simon, Evan’s parents. As I do, I realize they’re both smiling at me, as are the other parents on the sidelines. I can’t go through the two hours of this, so I’m going to have to say something.
I stand back up. “Attention, Tiger parents, I have an announcement to make,” I say facetiously. When they all look my way, I try to laugh. “Really, though, let me just say that yes, I saw the press conference, and no, nothing else has happened since, except I’ve gotten about a hundred phone calls and texts. Can I please just watch the game and enjoy this lovely weather so I can escape from the craziness for a while?”
They laugh and that seems to do the trick. I take my seat again and look for Jayden on the field. They’ve just finished their warm-up exercises and the game is about to start. From behind me I hear a motorcycle pull in the parking lot as the players assume their positions.
Janet nudges my arm, by accident I assume. When she does it a second time, I look her way.
“Looks like the craziness has found you,” she says flatly.
I follow her gaze to the parking lot and see it wasn’t a motorcycle after all. There’s a familiar shiny yellow Lamborghini parked there, its driver’s side door tilting open vertically toward the front of the car. My heart beats rapidly when I see Marcus step out. He’s wearing black workout pants with gold accents and a tight gold T-shirt that shows every muscle. He’s also carrying a folding chair and a water bottle.
My brain starts spinning like crazy as he approaches, and the other parents have all turned to watch. When Marcus gets close enough, he smiles at everyone and says, “Don’t mind me. I’m just here to cheer on the Tigers.”
I’m on the verge of tears again as Janet and Simon make room for Marcus to set up his chair next to mine. He lowers his tall frame into the chair, then grins at me and says, “Hello, Rashida. How’s your weekend going?”
I’m so ecstatic on the inside that I’m about to pee. I take a breath to collect myself.
“I’ve been getting a lot of strange phone calls,” I reply. “But I suppose you wouldn’t know anything about that.”
“Marcus!” Jayden shouts from the field. Ignoring the fact that play has already begun, he runs over and slams into Marcus, throwing his little arms around the big man. When I see the two of them together, I realize that Marcus is wearing the Tigers’ team colors, and my eyes tear up again.
Marcus returns the hug, then says, “Get back out there! Your team needs you.” Jayden grins and runs back onto the field.
I give Marcus a smirk like I’m annoyed with him, then turn to watch the game. He does likewise. After about a minute, I reach over and squeeze his hand, leaving mine there.
The teams break for halftime with the Tigers winning, ten goals to seven. Jayden runs up to Marcus and half-shouts, “Marcus, we’re going to Chuck E. Cheese after the game!” I explain that it’s the team’s end-of-season party, then Jayden trots off to rejoin his coach and teammates.
Marcus leans into me and softly says, “Can we talk for a minute?”
I nod and lead him into the area between the field and the parking lot, where we’ll have a little privacy.
I know how nervous I am regarding what is about to take place, but when I look up into Marcus’s eyes I can tell that he is as well, and that reassures me. He takes a breath to gather his thoughts, then begins.
“I’m sorry about the press conference, but you left me no choice. I had to find a way to say what I needed to say to you.”
I don’t know how to respond, so I keep quiet and let him continue. Only he doesn’t. He just stands there, looking at me in a way that fills me with need and desire.
“What do you want from me, Marcus?” I ask, breaking the tension. “What happens now?”
“For now, I just want to see you, to be able to spend time with you and Jayden. I’d like a chance to prove myself to you, Rashida, to date like any other two people who love each other.”
Just hearing him use those words sends my pulse racing.
“No further obligations on your part right now,” he continues. “We don’t even have to have sex just yet. But I do need to see you again because—”
“No,” I interrupt. “I can’t agree to that, Marcus.”
He looks crestfallen, and I realize he’s misunderstood me.
“I mean about the sex,” I explain. “We’ve already opened that Pandora’s box. I don’t want to date you unless there’s sex involved. I need that from you. If you and I are going to try to have any kind of relationship, us sleeping together must be a big part of it. Plus, I don’t want you all horny when you’re away from me.”
Marcus grins like the cat who ate the canary. “Okay, you drive a hard bargain. I’ll give in to your demands regarding sex.”
“But,” I say, “but… I need a commitment from you that I’ll be the only one you’re intimate with.”
There’s a silence as I let that thought sink in.
“I’m not like you, Marcus. I can’t spend every night away from you wondering who you’re fucking. I need you to be devoted to me and my son. Are you capable of that?”
It’s a huge question, but he answers without hesitation.
“For you? Yes, I’m capable,” he says. “I have no desire to be with anyone else.”
I break into a smile. He didn’t have to think about his response!
“Okay, if that’s how you feel, I accept. We can see each other again.”
My heart is pounding in my chest.
“But just one more thing, Marcus.”
“And what’s that?”
“Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“What you said at the press conference.”
He looks deeply into my eyes and I feel confident that he is indeed a changed man.
“I love you, Rashida.”
Time stops as I throw my arms around him and he lifts me up, pulling my body tightly to his as he gives me a big kiss.
The once-in-a-lifetime moment is interrupted by the shouts of the kids running back onto the field. Ignoring the smiles from the other parents, we sheepishly take our seats again just in time for the start of the second half. Jayden grins and waves at Marcus as he trots past.
“With that all settled,” Marcus says, “am I invited to Chuck E. Cheese?”
I laugh. “Sure, if you can stand the noise.” He wants to go to Chuck E. Cheese? Voluntarily?
“And afterward, how about you and me having dinner tonight?”
I consider it only for a second.
“I have a better idea.” I lean toward Janet. “Hey, would you mind if Jayden comes to play with Evan tonight after the party?”
My friend gives me a knowing smile. “Sure. No problem at all.”
I wrap my fingers around Marcus’s large hand again, elated. Then I lean over and rest my head against his shoulder.
In this blissful moment, I know I could happily spend the rest of my life with this man.
My brain is jelly anyway after spending two hours in that loud pizza place with all those rowdy children. I wait for Marcus to open the passenger door of his Lamborghini from the outside because I can’t figure it out. Somewhere on the drive to his house, the butterflies in my stomach began fluttering in time with the pounding of my heart. The door finally swings open and Marcus offers his hand. I know it sounds absurd, but when my fingers touch his palm, I can feel the warmth between my legs.
We hurry through his house toward the bedroom. I’d forgotten how huge this place is. No sooner are we through the bedroom door than we start tearing each other’s clothes off. We have each other’s T-shirts off in no time, then I quickly move to take off his workout pants. When I squat down to do so, I realize I’m directly in fr
ont of a noticeable erection.
I slide his pants off and see that I was right—his bulge is impossible to miss. Since I’m already down there, I grab his boxer briefs and slip them off as well. His cock springs out and nearly whacks me in the face. I haven’t even touched the man and he’s already hard as a rock.
“Marcus,” I exclaim in surprise, wrapping my hands around his hard-on while remaining in that position so I can marvel at it up close.
“I told you it’s been a while,” he moans. “I haven’t felt a woman’s touch in months.”
The throbbing I feel confirms his excitement. I stand again and run my hands over his shoulders, down his hard chest, and across his chiseled ab muscles. His naked body is phenomenal, even more ripped than the last time we slept together, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. I look up into his face and catch him staring at my bra-covered breasts. Releasing his cock, I turn my back to him.
“Can you get my bra, please?”
I can hear Marcus’s breath deepen as he unclasps it. I let it fall to the floor, then turn to face him again. His eyes are all over me, followed quickly by his hands, then his mouth, as he tenderly toys with my nipple. It’s been months for me, too, and the feeling is more intense than I’d expected. I’ve wanted this so desperately, and after all that’s happened it’s hard to believe I’m actually in this situation again. I tried not to dream that this might somehow work out.
Marcus removes my pants, then my panties. I feel a delicious thrill as he slides them off, exposing my body to his eager view. I decided to take a long bath this morning, mostly to try to relax with all that press conference madness still going on. Now I’m glad for that hour I spent soaking in the tub. Marcus catches me by surprise when he gently pushes me backward until my butt hits the side of his bed, then he lifts my legs, tilting me back onto the mattress. When he’s finished with the maneuver, I’m on my back on the bed with my legs hanging off the side, and he’s standing in between them, shamelessly looking at my most private parts. Even more shamelessly, I part my legs wider and invite him to take me.
I feel like screaming when his tongue touches my pussy. The sensation is incredible, probably as much because of my state of mind than the actual physical aspect of it. I’m filled with lust for Marcus and want him to do whatever he pleases with my body, to use me any way he desires. Right now, his desire must be to taste me, because his tongue plunges inside me, setting my nerves afire. I moan, loudly and involuntarily, and my hands reach down between my legs to cradle his head. The razor stubble on his scalp feels masculine on my fingertips, and I’m in heaven as he kisses his way up to my clit.
“Yes, baby, right there,” I plead, and he responds with just the right amount of stimulation, lightly flicking his tongue over me.
I’m so absurdly wet it’s almost embarrassing, but all I care about is how expertly this man is pushing my body toward an orgasm. I don’t really want to come yet because dammit, we just got here, but Marcus isn’t giving me a choice and when I feel the first stirrings down in my very core, I know I can’t hold it back. I moan again, pulling his face against me, instinctively wanting to grind myself against him, while at the same time he pulls away to maintain enough distance to allow his tongue to work. That tension, that back-and-forth, sends me over the edge. My orgasm rises rapidly to the surface and I cry out loudly as I explode against Marcus’s face, slipping into a place of nothing but muscle spasms and nerve endings that don’t seem to ever stop twitching.
When he finally slides up my body, placing his hips in between my legs and the shaft of his hard cock against my clit, I dissolve into a puddle of shivers. I’m useless until I manage to catch my breath and get my wits about me again. When I open my eyes, I see Marcus Jennings hovering above me, and suddenly everything is right in my world again.
Wanting to reciprocate, I push him until he rolls off me and lies on the bed at my side, propped up on one elbow and looking at me with unreleased intensity and passion. I reach over and take his hard cock in my hand, gripping it tightly. We remain like that for a moment, and I begin to get excited again when I feel the blood pulsing through that thick, dark shaft.
“You ready for this, Mr. Jennings?” I ask playfully.
Marcus smiles, then his expression turns more serious.
“I’m curious, Rashida. Why did you pass on my suggestion of dinner to instead get naked with me again right away? I thought you would need some time before we did this again.”
“Are you complaining?” I ask, my hand softly stroking that firm erection.
“Not in the slightest,” he laughs. “Just wondering.” His smile melts right through to my heart.
“It’s simple: I missed being intimate with you.”
“Yeah? You’ve been thinking about us having sex?”
“More than I want to admit,” I say. Then I get serious for a second. “Marcus, I knew in the back of my mind that I was ready for you if you were ever willing to commit. I think I was waiting for you.”
He looks deep into my eyes, seemingly into my very soul.
“I wasn’t ready before, but I am now. For you and for Jayden.”
Christ. He really means it.
I can practically feel my heart open wide and pull Marcus inside. I don’t ever want to be away from his side again.
“Good,” I say, so overwhelmed with the sentiment of his statement that I can’t think of anything else to say. “I’m thankful you found your way back to me. To us.”
We lie there for a moment, our breathing synced up. I’m snapped out of the bliss when I feel Marcus’s cock throb in my hand. The poor man is still waiting for his release.
I turn to him, looking over every feature of his handsome face.
“There’s another reason I wanted to have sex right away instead of dinner,” I say.
“What’s that?”
“Because I’ve been dreaming about this all summer,” I confide, firmly squeezing that hard cock. “When I sat there next to you at the soccer field, I knew I had to have it inside me again as soon as possible.”
He throbs again against my warm palm.
I laugh softly. “I’d say you’re ready, too.”
“I’m about to explode. So how do you want me?”
“Mmm… I think I want you every way possible.”
Marcus gets up and slides his hands under me, lifting my body off the bed. “Then we’re going to have to try every position we can think of.”
And we do just that, starting with him rolling me over onto all fours so he can take me from behind, roughly pushing that huge cock into my waiting wetness. I cry out as he fills me up, pressing against my walls.
Marcus slows to a halt. “Does that hurt?”
“Yes,” I answer. “In the best possible way. Don’t stop, Marcus. Don’t ever stop.”
Nearly two full hours and two more orgasms later, I tell Marcus I can’t take any more. He’s already come twice himself, and I love how he can still manage to get hard again. But despite the several short breaks we took, eventually I’m just too sore to continue.
He’s on top of me when I tell him, and I can see in his face that he’s concerned.
“Baby, don’t worry,” I reassure him, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Just give me some time to get used to you. Don’t forget that I haven’t had sex in months, either.” Marcus eases out of me, slowly. It hurts a little, but having this gorgeous man inside of me is such a thrill I don’t care about the temporary pain.
When he’s finally out, he rolls over on his side, a huge smile spreading across his face and a look of amusement in his dark eyes.
“What are you grinning about?” I ask, my body still exposed to those roaming eyes that thankfully can’t seem to get enough of it.
“Want the truth?” he asks.
“Always.”
“On the drive over here, I was concerned that maybe our sex wouldn’t be as amazing as I had remembered it to be. I was afraid that because I adore you so damn much
, I had exaggerated how good we were in bed together.”
I return his smile, my heart melting at his using the word “adore” in relation to me.
“And…?” I prod.
“And I couldn’t have been more wrong,” he concludes. “We absolutely are that good. We’re perfect together.”
I roll towards him and lock him up for another long, passionate kiss. I couldn’t agree more with his assessment.
Then the most amazing thing of all happens.
Marcus climbs off the bed and begins to get dressed. I lie there and watch as that amazing body slowly gets covered up.
“Going somewhere?” I ask.
Marcus approaches the bed and leans toward me, letting his eyes get one last look at my naked body for now. Once those eyes finally reach mine, he plants a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Let’s go pick up Jayden. He and I have a lot of catching up to do.”
I stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded. I almost have to pinch myself to start breathing again.
This says he’s ready to commit?
I don’t have to think twice anymore.
I am so in.
31
Marcus
Rashida and I are lying on her couch watching TV. Jayden has just fallen asleep on my lap after we let him stay up late, and when his mom sees that his eyes are shut, she gives me a look that says she’s as totally content as I am. It’s a relief to have this mess behind us, to have reconciled after the misunderstanding. Thank God our feelings for each other were strong enough not to let Lexi Snow and TMZ keep us apart.
“Saturday Night Live” comes on, and Rashida and I are both stunned speechless when they open with a sketch about my Nike press conference. I knew the video of my public message to Rashida was getting lots of play in social media since yesterday, but I had no idea it had become so ubiquitous that SNL would use it as fodder for comedy. The sketch features some young black guy playing me, and he repeats my closing remarks from the presser verbatim, then throws in an order for a pizza delivery, an apology for some long-overdue library books, and an additional request for the topless maid service to send someone by to clean his house. By the time the sketch ends with “Marcus Jennings” screaming, “Live, from New York, it’s Saturday Night!” even Rashida is laughing.
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