Love Delayed by Love Belvin Read Free Book Online

her whole government that I knew her formal name must have been Elizabeth Barrett. Maybe Zoey was just a middle name. Either way, it was a perfect name for her. It was innocent and carefree.
    She was tight almost every time we got up after training that first week. Alton begged me to stick around while he pursued them, or let them catch his sloppy ass. I didn’t want to. I wanted no parts of that type of energy. Not anymore. Her friend was aggressive as hell. I appreciated the ambition, I just wasn’t interested. Alton was all for it. He enjoyed that fanfare. And me, from the moment I saw Zoey’s eyes when I’d busted her ass on the phone, I enjoyed the intrigue. I’d been over to the beverage cart once or twice before then, but I never paid attention. When I’m training or practicing, I’m in a zone. The last thing I’m thinking about is ass. And from what I saw of both girls, they were young.
    I didn’t do young girls anymore. Contrary to what many think, young girls aren’t the best fucks. When you reach a certain age, you realize the best sex is with a woman who knows how to use her body to bring you both pleasure, not just you. The ones who attempt to just bring you pleasure are empty. What makes you feel like the shit is a woman who is fucking your brains out while you’re giving her the best dick she’s ever had. Years ago, when I’d entered the league, I didn’t get that piece of significance. I do now. And that young friend of Zoey’s could offer me nothing more than decent head if she had skills. I had fuck partners. Those with talents I was guaranteed and discretion that I’d pledged years ago.  
    As I sat in the back of the Jeep, I waited for an answer from Zoey about my question of her hanging out with the likes of her friend. They were obviously not of the same agenda. I’d spent several days with them, eaten out with them the last two and it was clear that Zoey didn’t want to be near me or Alton. But why the fuck did she sign up for the program? I’d only known about it because the director of the country club asked our permission for them to work around us, for privacy reasons. I didn’t have a problem so long as they didn’t take pictures or talk to the press. They were signing the same confidentiality agreement as the rest of the staff, so that area was covered.
    When I realized she wasn’t going to respond right away , if at all, I got out of Facebook and went about my day. I had a busy schedule ahead, which wasn’t anything new. My fucking summers never belonged to me. Of course with work, neither autumn, winter nor spring belonged to me either. It was just my busy yet mundane life.
    As we pulled up to my ride , I grabbed the handle to get out. “Let me holla at you for a minute,” Alton called from the front seat.
    As we near ed my car he murmured, “Listen, man, I appreciate you for hanging close these past two days.”
    “ Ain’t nothing, man.” I went to give him some love.
    He t ook it, but his face was balled up, he was struggling with something. I knew Alton. He was a fucking man in heat with a heart. I knew he’d be speaking about how he flirted with the young jawn over the past two days.
    “Nah, man. I just appreciate you for not judging me. It’s just that things with Ty and me are complicated, man. You know how that is,” he attempted an alliance.
    Never once when we agreed to off-season training together this summer did I imagine getting into sticky shit with him. We’d had a mediocre season and didn’t make it to the championship, so we vowed to bring our best game next season. That preparation started just a couple of weeks after we were done with the previous season. We took no extended vacations. I’d barely celebrated my birthday. We kept our focus, but then there was this. 
    “Look, Al, what goes on between you and Ty is between the two of you. I know that you love her —and shit, the whole world knows she loves the fuck out of you. I’ve not been