Book One || Coast to Coast
Kiana Brooks and Devontae Carter have two things in common.
1. Wanting to pursue their careers.
2.Romantic relationships are not worth risking it.
As a part time waitress and full time psychology student. Kiana Br...
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Seeing a guy in their element quadruples their attractiveness and boy – Devontae asked me to come watch him during practice, it was still a bit early and we're quite ahead with our project so I didn't mind what I didn't expect was that watching Devontae in action would make me feel all things that I only felt with him. A vibrator can only do so much work.
Usually, they train inside the gym, but they decided to do practice outside on the court. Many have stripped down to their basketball shorts and trainers, and they are all attractive, but my eyes haven't left a certain someone who has been leading the team during their drills. He passes the ball to Lucas who's at the front of the line and effortlessly dribbles the basketball, switching hands and manoeuvres through the cones.
Each of them does it swiftly and first at least four rounds until Devontae's the last one. He does it so easily and skilfully that it has me clenching my thighs again. Dammit. Coach Jackson blows the whistle and calls them over gathering around him as someone picks up the cones until I'm lifted out of my chair.
"Put me down!"
When he does, I'm seeing double of everything. I hold onto his arm as I sit myself down on the bench. "Was that necessary?" I scowl at Roman. "Yes. Now, what you doing here?" He asks me, opening his water bottle. "I'm waiting for your friend over there." I point to Devontae with my thumb.
He's busy talking to his coach and when he sees me pointing at him, he gives her a look to which I smile innocently. When I look back at Roman, I finds him looking at me already which makes me jump a little.
"What?" I ask, recovering from my scare. "So, you and D, huh?" I shake my head profusely, "oh no, no. There's no me and D."
Roman blows out a breath, "Kiana, I just wanna tell you to be careful, aight? I don't want you or D' get hurt, you're both my best friends, if you pursue anything more than a friendship." I tilt my head to the side, not understanding where this is coming from, "Roman, there won't be anyone hurting each other's feelings, we're just friends."
Roman sighs, "if you say so." He picks up his workout bag and slings it over his shoulder, gives me a side hug before leaving the court. It's my turn to sigh and I rub my temples. I turn around and find Devontae looking, "ready to go?"
"Yessir. Actually, do you mind us doing a detour, I might have something in mind." With his sports bag slung over his shoulder, he grabs my tote bag as well, walking at a slower pace so I can catch up with him. "Word?"
I nod excitedly at his openness to the suggestion, "how does coffee sound?"
As we get into his car, Devontae puts his stuff in the backseat, he gets into the driver's side and his woody scent with the mixture of soap invade my senses, I try my best to not close my eyes and inhale his scent like a fucking psycho, so I try my best to keep my face neutral. He backs out of the parking lot and follows my directions to the café we're headed to. I look at Devontae whose eyes remain focused on the road, "can I connect to the aux please?"
