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Story: Hood Legacy
“Point Guard, you hungry?” Aceyn asked, coming into the gym. I dribbled the ball between my legs and shook my head. “No? You have been here four hours and haven’t stopped moving since you arrived.”
“How do you know that?” I kept pace as I cut from the top of the key to the corner and shot the ball. I touched the baseline, took off in a full sprint to half-court, turned quickly, and backpedaled to the baseline.
“I have been watching you,” he answered with a laugh. I cut my eyes at him but didn’t slow down. “What, you thought I was going to lie or something?”
“No, Aceyn,” I replied, then ran to center court. I looked up at the jumbotron to see my time was up and put my hands on my head. “I just didn’t think you would respond so freely.”
“I don’t know why,” he laughed and shrugged. “I ain’t got no shame in saying I was doing some peeping Tom shit.”
“What?” I wiped my face with my shirt.
“I was watching you, Point Guard,” he replied. “Shit, I was hoping I was going to get a little free show, and you come out of that top.” I looked down at my tank top, then back up at Aceyn to see him lick his lips as he watched me. “It’s all sweaty and shit. I’m pretty sure you’d be cooler if you got rid of it.”
“I doubt it,” I laughed. “But to answer your question, I’m not hungry yet.”
“I think you are.” He stuffed his hands in his pocket and shook his head. “You have been working too hard not to be.”
“I still have four more hours to be here; by the time I leave, I’ll be starving.”
“Or you could just leave now with me,” he suggested, and I shook my head. “Why not?”
“Because I have to practice.”
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head and closing the space between us. “Doctors order, you are going to take the weekend off. Come chill with me and get dicked down a few times.”
“How did it go from me getting food to getting dicked down?” I lifted my brow in question and tried not to smile. Seeing this side of Aceyn was exciting and fun. He had never bit his tongue before this but was always respectable. To have him saying what was on his mind with no filter was flattering.
“I’m going to feed you first.” He pulled me to him by the bottom of my tank and then wrapped his arms around me. “That sound fair?”
“What kind of weekend do you have in mind?” I stared up at him and smiled.
“Shit, you coming to my spot, we eat, chill, and get to know each other,” he answered, and I nodded. He pulled me close and put his mouth to my ear. “And I dick you down so much that you walk funny, and every time your legs cross you orgasm.”
I reared back and smiled at him as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Too late for that one,” I laughed, and his eyebrows shot up. “If you have been watching me like you said, you’d already know that.”
“I do,” he laughed. “Which is why I came down here. After every sprint, I watch you shake like you have a chill, but I know it's cuz you throbbing and need me to take care of that.” He started walking, which made me walk backward, but I trusted him not to let me fall. When we neared the announcer's table, he grabbed my bag and phone without breaking stride. “But it’s cool because I can take care of that before we return to my house.”
“Oh yeah?” I questioned, and he nodded. “How is that because I’m sweaty as hell right now, and there’s no way we are doing anything until after I shower.”
“Little musty, I have a full bathroom in my office,” he chuckled. We walked out of the gym and turned to head toward his office.
“I’m not musty,” I laughed, and his face twisted. “Aceyn!”
“Alright, you aren’t musty, but you are funky,” he replied, and I kissed my teeth in annoyance. “But it’s cool cuz that means you were working out and not trying to be cute and half-ass that shit.”
“Never,” I laughed. We entered his office, and he threw my bag and phone on his desk and then kicked the door closed. I heard the faint sound of the lock engaging just as he let me go.
“The bathroom is through that door.” He pointed to a door in the corner of his office, and I nodded. “It's some body wash and towels on the counter waiting for you.”
“Oh, you had this planned out, huh?” I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked. “You just knew I was coming in here with you.”
“You didn’t have a choice,” he said as he rounded his desk. “I would’ve picked your fine ass up and brought you in here if I had to.” He sat in his chair, opened his computer, and looked at me. “I’m glad you didn’t make me show out.”
“Easy or hard way, huh?” I laughed as I walked to the bathroom.
“I’m glad you’re learning,” he replied.
I entered the bathroom to find soap, body wash, clothes, lotion, and other things from my locker. I turned on the shower, removed my clothes, and got in. The water was hot, and the shower was big enough to fit four people. After I handled my hygiene, I got out, dried off, put on lotion and dressed in a pair of mom jeans and a WNBA shirt.
“Nah, Pop, I’ll come by now,” I heard Aceyn say as I walked out of the bathroom. I walked over to his desk and grabbed my bag and phone to ensure I hadn’t missed calls or texts. “Yeah, Point Guard and I are coming now.” He sat back in his seat and beckoned me over with his head. I rounded his desk, and he pushed his chair back to have me sit on his lap. “Nah, it's cool. I’ll see you in a few.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his forehead on my chest. My hands touched his hair, and I racked my nails through his waves. “Alright, man, love you, too.”
“You okay?” I asked after he hung up.
“Yeah,” he sighed, but I could tell he wasn’t. “Before we go home, I need to stop by my pop house. You cool with that?”
“Yeah,” I hesitantly answered.
Aceyn chuckled and shook his head. “Point Guard, what are you lying for?” He grilled me for a few seconds before lifting his brow in question.
“I’ve never met anyone’s parents before,” I answered, and he nodded. “Is it weird that I’m nervous?”
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “My pop cool as fuck, you’re going to love him.”
“Okay,” I said.
He patted my thigh, and I got up from his lap. “As much as I love you sitting on my shit and feeling your pussy getting hot, we gotta go, or I’ma have you spread out on my desk.” He towered over me but not in an imposing way. I felt protected whenever I was with Aceyn. I felt my nipples harden under my bra, and his eyes went straight to them. “Point Guard, you know you're fine, right?”
“You’ve told me a few times,” I said, nodding.
“I’ma tell you for the rest of our lives.” He licked his lips and then lowered his head to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. Kissing him was becoming addictive as hell. His breath was minty and cool, but the heat coming from his body was almost overwhelming.
“I have to get used to that,” I said once we pulled apart.
“Of what?” he questioned as he stepped back and turned his attention to his computer. Quickly, Aceyn shut down his laptop and straightened up his desk. After he was done, he grabbed my hand, interlaced our fingers, and picked up my bag. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Huh?” We walked out of his office and headed to the garage.
“What do you have to get used to?”
“The things you say,” I answered.
He stopped walking and stared down at me. “I’m a grown ass man, Point Guard, and as a grown ass man, I believe in saying shit that I know is true. I let you walk around for a year and didn’t claim you. Don’t get me wrong, niggas knew who you belonged to, but you didn’t. That was my fuck up. So, now I’m declaring that shit every chance I get until you understand that I got plans for us.” He tapped my temple, then my heart. “I got your attention but now I want what’s in here. It’s that simple.” He kissed me again with as much passion as he had in his office. “Now, let's go so you can meet my pops, and I have to threaten his life for flirting with my woman.”
* * *
“Yeah, son, you did right,” Aceyn’s daddy said as soon as he opened the front door to his home. His eyes roamed over me quickly before he turned to his son and smiled. “I taught your ass something, huh?”
“Man, Pop, chill out before I show you what else you taught me,” Aceyn laughed and shook his head. “Move your ass out of my way.”
“Don’t get your head knocked off in front of my daughter-in-law.” He stepped back and let us in. “Talking shit like I’m a nigga in the street.”
“Here you go.” Aceyn waved off his daddy and led me into the house. “Anyway, Pop, this is my lady, Point Guard; baby, this is my Pop, Donald Bowlin.”
“That woman’s name is not Point Guard,” Donald said, shaking his head. “And you definitely won’t be calling me Donald; family calls me Bowlin. If my son is bringing you by, that means you’re family, so that’s what you’ll call me.”
“And my name is Legacy,” I laughed as I put my hand out for him to shake. Bowlin looked at my hand with a confused look before pushing it out of his way and pulling me into a hug.
“We family, girl, we hug around here,” he said as he let me go. He hugged his son quickly, kissed his head, then pushed him away. “Shit talking ass nigga.”
“I love you, too, pop,” Aceyn laughed as he dropped onto the couch. He pulled me by my belt loop down next to him and threw his arm over my shoulder. “What did you cook?”
“It’s some neckbones and greens in there,” Bowlin answered as he sat across from us. “Go on in there and make y’all a plate.” He turned to me and lifted his brow. “You’re hungry, right?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered with a nod. “Your son hasn’t fed me all day.”
“Nigga, you know better than that!” Bowlin fussed at Aceyn, who kissed his teeth in annoyance. “How the hell you ain’t fed your woman all day?”
“Pop, you know she is lying, right?” Aceyn said as he got up from the couch. He playfully popped my leg as he passed me and shook his head. “Her big-headed ass ain’t ate since breakfast because she has been in the gym all day practicing. I had to drag her out of there, and we were about to head home when you called. I was about to feed her.”
“Go make her a plate, Hood,” Bowlin said, waving his son off. Once he was in the kitchen, Bowlin turned his attention back to me and smiled. “Now, tell me about yourself, Legacy. You play for the Queens. You’re the Point Guard?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, nodding.
“Y’all about to make some noise on the court, I already know that,” he said as he sat back and crossed his ankles. “I’ve seen you play before. You’re good as hell.”
“Thank you,” I blushed. “That means a lot.”
“Shit, it’s the truth,” he replied, waving me off. “I don’t believe in lying to people, and if I thought you were trash, then I would say so.” He shook his head. “Hood’s ass don’t waste time on folks that ain’t worth a damn. I taught my son at an early age that shit ain’t promised, so you gotta take advantage of every opportunity.”
“I agree,” I said, nodding.
“Alright, what you in here preaching about?” Aceyn said, returning to the living room with two plates in his hands. He set them on the table and then pulled them close to us. My mouth watered at the sight of neckbones, greens, and cornbread. “This nigga can cook, so be prepared to be full and sleepy by the time we leave here.”
“Okay,” I replied with a laugh. I said a quick prayer and then dug into my food. “Oh, this is good.”
“I told you,” Aceyn said with a laugh as he ate. He leaned over and put his mouth to my ear so his daddy wouldn’t hear him. “You ain't gonna be worth shit when we get home, and I had plans for you.”
“I probably won’t,” I covered my mouth and replied. “And I’m not even sorry about it.”
“Damn, it's like that?” he reared back and shook his head. “Let me get this plate back then.”
“Aceyn!” I laughed when he tried to pick up my plate.
“Put that shit down, lil nigga,” his daddy laughed. “If you fed her like you were supposed to, you wouldn’t be over there pouting cuz that shit gonna put her to sleep tonight, and you probably not getting no pussy.”
“Forget you, Pop,” he laughed and put my plate back. He kissed my cheek and then went back to eating. “And trust me, I’ma have her screaming my shit tonight no matter what.”
“Talk your shit, son!” Bowlin laughed. I shook my head, not caring about their conversation, as I continued to eat. “Daughter-in-law, eat up so you’ll have your strength.”