It aroused me.
So when I found myself changing into the red, black, and white cheerleading costume that Tyler had laid out on my bed, a minute later, I wasn’t surprised.
“I need music,” I told him.
He rose from the bed. “I’ll choose.”
I grinned, knowing he was thinking I’d likely pick what he now termedwhite boy music,too.
I angled my head when a familiar song began playing.
“How am I supposed to cheer to this?” It was Beyoncé’s “Dance For You”. I loved the song but it wasn’t cheerleading music. It was …
“Lap dance music,” he mused, finishing my thoughts. “I got a lap and you got the dance.” He sat at the edge of the bed, legs parted.
I shook my head and smirked but began swaying my hips just the same as I sauntered over to him. If I was going to give my husband a lap dance, I was going to make it look good. I spun so my back was to him and dipped low, coming up slow with my ass pressed against his groin. I could already feel him growing hard beneath his jeans.
As Beyoncé began singing the first line of the chorus I turned around, bracing my hands on Tyler’s thighs, and dipped my head low, moving up slowly as I swiveled my ass high in the air. I moved to straddled his lap, circling my hips over the bulge in his pants. His large hand moved over my thigh and began sliding the skirt up. I smacked his hand away before hopping off his lap. Spinning again, I moved farther away, putting my hands in my hair and body rolling, exposing just a little bit of my abdomen, before reaching down and pulling the top of the cheer uniform off entirely.
“We didn’t strip while I was cheering, but I’ll make an exception for you,” I teased and winked at him.
“Good choice,” he growled.
When Queen Bey began singing about popping it, I turned around and popped my ass back before reaching behind me and undoing the zipper of the skirt. As another round of the chorus played, I allowed the skirt to slip from my body, leaving me in only my silk undergarments. Slowly, I hooked my hands into either side of the panties and rolled them down my legs. Standing, I tossed them at Tyler. He snatched them out of the air and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
I leaned back, laughing.
“I need the real thing,” was the last thing I heard before he stood and reached me in less than two steps, lifting me off my feet.
All I remember was my back hitting the bed and Tyler quickly moving over top of me, covering my body. That wasn’t the first time we’d made love since saying I do. Our marriage had been thoroughly consummated already, but that night as Tyler used that pinwheel on my body, having me call out his name over and over, any doubts I had about what we’d done while away were put to rest.
Now, it was time for the remainder of the world to find out.
****
Tyler
“I can’t fucking believe you had the nerve to go on a fucking vacation while you were suspended,” Coach Mike growled in my face.
I sighed and had to keep myself from shrugging off his anger. I respected my coach, but if he expected me to apologize for anything I’d done over the previous two weeks, he’d be waiting a hell of a long time.
“The owners were pissed,” he stated, pacing back and forth.
We were just outside one of the business offices at Williamsport Stadium. Myself, Mike, Riggs, and the owners were scheduled to meet there at nine that morning. Supposedly, the meeting was to be a time for peer mediation or some bullshit. They were trying to resolve the conflict between Riggs and I, to ensure we could still play on the same team. Apparently, while I’d been away he’d threatened to sue me or press charges or whatever the fuck his lawyer had said. I hadn’t paid much attention to the threats. Riggs liked talking big shit. Shit talking, I could handle with no problem. Putting his hands on Destiny again would ensure the end of his life. As long as he was aware of that particular fact, I didn’t have much else to say to the fucker.
“Are you even listening to me? You still haven’t given me a clear explanation as to what that whole fight between you and Riggs was about.”
“I heard you, Coach.”
“That’s it? You heard me.”
“Yeah, so did I.”
I turned to see Riggs standing there, eyeing me as if I gave a shit.
“Great. Now that you both are here, we can get an explanation as to what happened that night.” Coach questioned.
“You saw the video,” I responded, still staring at Riggs.
