“They did, my queen. They did.”
I swat his chest. “And you were supposed to take your hair out.”
“I like it. It’s good luck.” He gives me another lingering kiss. “I’ll see you at home.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
The house isdim and quiet when I walk through the front door. I walk into the kitchen and wrap my arms around Vickie’s waist.
“My queen, my liege,” I say against the shell of her ear. “You smell good. You feel even better.” She turns in my arms, and I lift her off her feet. She wraps her legs around me, and I kiss her soft lips. She runs a hand through my hair, which I had to unbraid to wash after the game. “I’m starving, so hurry up and get my dinner ready like you promised.” She pinches one of my nipples through my shirt, and I wiggle my brows at her. “Food first, then we can get frisky, but you should know something. I pinch back.” I stick my head in the crook of her neck and bite down. I let her go without warning and slap her ass.
Like she does every time I have a home game, Myra has cooked a full meal. Vickie makes plates for us and sits with me, asking me questions about the game. I answer but make fun of her for asking such basic things. Once we’re done with dinner, she massages my entire body using sweet smelling oil, and when I’m relaxed, she lets me into her body, bringing her to orgasm twice before I release inside of her.
“I was just at this stupid game. Why do I have to rewatch it ?” She cuddles into my side, stroking my naked skin while I watch tonight’s game. She’s no longer fighting me or us. She’s here with me, happy and mine. She makes it halfway through the game before she falls asleep in my arms.
I text Myra and the housekeeper and tell them they can have tomorrow off. I plan on going to breakfast with Evan and Vickie and spending the day doing whatever they want. I have a few days until the Finals begin, and I’m relieved that the first two games will be in New York, so I won’t have to travel for a while.
I check my phone for texts and missed calls. As expected, there are about a dozen from Mama.
Mama: I was praying so hard. I knew you’d win. Can’t wait to see you next week.
Me: Can’t wait either.
I add a heart because Mama likes those. Now, all I need to do is tell Vickie that she’ll be meeting my mother next week, and not a month from now. I’ll have to point out that I’ve already met all her family, and it’s only fair that she meets another person from mine. But that can wait. Tomorrow will be our day to spend together, just the three of us.
* * *
I holdEvan’s hand and throw my free arm across Vickie’s. I pull her close and kiss her temple while we walk out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk.
“Why is your car here?” she asks. Dante has the back door opened for us.
“I thought we would go to your place so you can get a few things. I want you to stay with us for the next few days.” She looks down at Evan, who is busy looking up at the sky.
“Okay, but only one more night, and you have to promise not to distract me while I write.”
“Whatever my queen desires.” I want her to stay longer, but I’ll leave it alone for now. Evan’s still getting used to her, and he attached himself to me like glue during breakfast, but he wasn’t dismissive of her like he was the first night. He didn’t initiate conversation, but he wasn’t rude when Vickie addressed him.
“Where are we going, Daddy? I thought we were going swimming?”
I ruffle his hair. “We are, but Vickie needs to pick up a few things at home first.”
Evan looks at Vickie, and she smiles at him. He doesn’t smile back. Vickie seems a little deflated, and her smile slips.
My driver opens the car door for us, and after we get situated, I reach behind his booster seat and rub her shoulders.
“Is she going to live with us now?” He sounds a little outraged, and his cheeks have turned red like they do when he’s excited.
“No,” Vickie answers before I can. “I’m just staying one more night.” She looks out the window, and I wonder if her feelings are hurt by his reaction.
“Can we watchAnnieagain?” He lowers his head and talks low. “You know the songs better than my dad.”
“Yeah, we can.”
He smiles and sits up straight.
“Daddy always complains when we watch it, but my grandma says daddy has bad taste in movies.”
Vickie snakes her fingers through his hair. She bends down and kisses the top of his head. He leans into her.
