“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
I kiss him one last time before I turn on a heel to leave the bathroom. But Bain stops me, and grabs my wrist. Looking into those light, alluring eyes, I ask, “What?”
“I want another kiss, please.”
Stepping to him, we tightly press our mouths together, our tongues intertwine, weaving and loving one another. Bain smells like heaven, my own personal paradise. So delicious that if this day weren’t so important, I would rip his suit right off of him and devour every inch of his tattooed skin.
He places his hands firmly on my lower back, holding my ass and pressing my sex against his cock. He’s half hard and I know that we need to stop. I can see just how things would progress. I would either be against that door or on the counter and Bain would be inside of me so fast that I wouldn’t know how it happened. Then neither of us would look presentable for his special day, and as much as I want him, I want today to be perfect.
“Come on, baby, let’s get going.”
He growls in protest, moving his lips to my neck, sucking hard.
“Bain,” I snap and pull away. He smirks at me with a devilish grin.
“You started this, now you expect me to stop. You deserved that.”
I look in the mirror at my neck. He sucked so hard, I swear it’s going to bruise. Thankfully, there’s nothing there.
“You’ll pay for that later.”
“I can’t wait,” he says and lands a firm smack to my ass. Walking into his room, I put on the ridiculous pair of heels that I bought to go with this dress. They are shiny and black and by far the most whorish pair I’ve ever worn.
“I fucking love those shoes.”
“Well, if you behave, maybe I’ll wear them for you later.”
“A man can always hope.”
“The car’s here,” Bain’s dad yells from downstairs.
“Let’s do this, baby.”
Walking down hand in hand with Bain, his parents are both waiting for us. The smiles that radiate from them are of absolute pride. I mean, how many parents can say that their child follows a dream long enough to see it come true? For Bain, today is the culmination of all his hard work and dedication. Yeah, he might have slipped up for a couple of months, but he went through the absolute worst tragedy possible and experienced something that most people would never have come back from.
Walking outside, there is a huge black limo waiting and as the driver opens the door, James steps out. He’s dressed to the nines and walks to us. Everyone exchanges friendly hellos and hugs. And I do have to wonder if not only Kinsey is looking down on us, but Nate too. Is he happy for me that I’ve found Bain?
I know that if the roles were reversed, I would want nothing more than his happiness. I pray that his soul is resting in a better place and God has him safe. Deep down, I love Nate; I always have and absolutely always will. But I truly believe that God must’ve needed him, so it was his time, and now Bain is my future here on earth. Holding my hand tightly, he guides me into the limo and into our future.
It’s been almost two months since the draft, and Bain and I are finally getting settled into our new place in the city. I’ve always wanted to live in the heart of New York, but never had the means to ’til now. The New Jersey Nets drafted Bain and both of us couldn’t be happier. As I sit on our brand new bed inside of our high-rise tower where we are tucked comfortably on the eighteenth floor in down town Manhattan. I work away, loving my role as his co-manager.
After Bain got signed, it’s been non-stop work signing him tons of deals from underwear to clothing to nightclub appearances. There’s been constant travel and now that practice is finally getting started, we are both so excited to get into the routine of NBA life. Well, as normal as it can be.
My phone rings and I grab it right away when I hear Bain’s ring tone.
“Hey, babe,” I answer. “How are you?”
“Good, you?” he asks.
“You know, just working my ass off. But on a good note, I haven’t had to book us one flight today.”
“Thank God, doesn’t it feel good?”
“So good. Are you almost done with practice?” I ask him, as I walk over to the massive wall of windows that overlook the Hudson River.
“Yeah, we just showered. Do you need me to stop and get anything on the way home?”
I glance at the clock on my laptop. Holy shit, it is after three. “Yeah, we need food. I was gonna run to the store today and just lost track of time.”
“I can go. Wanna email me a list?” he asks.
“I’ll go, you had practice all day.”
“I’ll come grab you. I’d rather go with you anyways.”
“Oh, God, this should be good. You know you always get stopped when we are out.”