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“You belong to me,” he whispered in my ear and I stared at him through the mirror.
“Sell your house because you can’t go back there,” he followed up.
Removing my toothbrush, I maneuvered enough space to spit and rinse my mouth. He caressed me from behind the entire time I fought for room to move. Standing at full height, I turned to him and he lined my neck with kisses until he reached my ear.
“You belong to me?” he asked again.
“Yes, I belong to you.”
“Your answer will do for now. Let’s cuddle,” he said and led me into the bedroom.
Chapter 12
Beyond the Locker Room
Marcus
The cameras flashed as I entered the stadium in the outfit Mia put together for me. I was not going to lie, the fabric caressed my skin. Stepping into the locker room, I strolled to my cubbyhole, catching the attention of Bryce. He stopped changing, giving me a loaded expression.
“Marcus, I know this isn’t an orange label. Your cheap ass bought some clothes? Damn, you look like a different person,” he said.
Ed stepped beside him and studied my attire. “You got a woman,” he said and slapped hands with Bryce.
“What?” I questioned as I unloaded my bag.
“Dude, it’s all over you and you down bad,” Ed said, and Bryce co-signed with a head shake.
Before I could defend myself, the coach entered the locker room.
“Dammit, Ed, get rid of those socks,” Coach Owens said, and I held my stomach as I laughed.
“Coach man, those are my lucky socks,” Ed said as he walked to the front of the locker room.
“Dammit, we’re going to be sick. Roundtree, sprays some air freshener,” the Coach instructed as he waved his hand to move the smell.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I removed it to find a message from Mia.
Wifey
Play good and I’ll be bad.
A video of Mia popped on the screen. I hovered over the play button, and it bounced to her, pulling a vibrator out of her pussy. I slammed the thread shut and held my heart. I blew a harsh round of air from my body, catching Bryce’s attention.
“What the hell is going on with you?” Bryce asked with his arms folded.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I sat down and swallowed hard again to regain control of my body. Mia knew I was nervous about today’s game. Mackamore was the opposing corner, and I struggled against him in college. We were the same height and build, making him a formidable opponent. I watched film the last few days as Mia researched her stats for her show. When I asked for motivation this morning, I didn’t expect this kind of video. Right now, I wanted to rub one out instead of playing football.
“This will be a hard week. No off day on Tuesday and we’re traveling to New Orleans on Wednesday. Let’s make it count,” Coach Owens said.
“Make it count,” we all chanted.
I pulled out my phone, shielding the screen with my body.
Me
You been holding out
