Free Carl Weber's Kingpins by Smooth Silk Page B

basketball thumping hard on the floor and several masculine voices sounded off. I went to the doorway to look inside and instantly became breathless. Bones had on a pair on hanging B-ball shorts and a black wife beater. The tats all over his arms and across his back made him look sexy as hell. His waves were lined to perfection, and his facial hair was trimmed well. I loved the narrowness of his serious eyes, and as I watched him play ball with two other dudes, I found myself in a trance. I could see his bulge through his shorts, and when he removed his wife beater to wipe his sweat, I wanted to crawl to that nigga and praise his good looks. If Nate thought I was going to help him do away with all this fineness, he was sadly mistaken. Fuck that shit.... The deal was definitely off!
    I had been standing there for almost thirty minutes before Bones ever saw me. When he did, he tossed a chest pass to his nerdy friend that I’d seen him with quite often. His brows arched inward, and he wiped across his lips before coming my way. I walked further into the large gym and stood by several bleachers.
    â€œWhat’s up?” he said in a nasty tone. “How you know I was here? Are you following me or something?”
    â€œNo, I’m not. I stopped by your house to see if you wanted to check out a movie with me. Your grandmother told me you were here. Since I was still in the neighborhood, I stopped by to holla.”
    â€œBones,” his friend yelled, “are you gon’ finish the game or not?”
    He turned around and held up his finger. “Give me a minute. I’m coming.” He looked at me. “You didn’t stop by my house, and my grandmother didn’t tell you shit. When I’m done playing, I want the truth.”
    He jogged away to resume his game. I sat on the bleachers admiring the heck out of him and thinking hard about another lie I could tell him. Then again, why not just tell him the truth?
    Bones was in no rush to get at me. He played several more games and didn’t finish for at least another hour or so. I could’ve left, but bored I was not. I enjoyed seeing him hoop. He’d definitely missed his calling as a NBA player. He wasn’t as tall as many of them, but he damn sure had some moves. He slapped hands with his friends and the nerdy one saluted him on his way out. He also spoke to me.
    â€œI’m Theo,” he said, shaking my hand. “Be easy on my boy, all right?”
    I laughed and watched as Theo walked away. Bones and another older man headed my way.
    â€œIs this you?” the older man said to Bones, referring to me.
    â€œNaw, she’s just a friend. But then again, maybe after tonight, she won’t be.”
    I playfully rolled my eyes and blew off his comment. The older man advised us to have a safe evening and left. Bones tossed his wife beater over his shoulder. He stood in front of me, cracking his knuckles.
    â€œAre you ready to tell me why you’re here and how you knew I was here too?”
    â€œI will tell you, only if you agree to go to the movies with me. I’ll tell you while we’re in my car.”
    Bones walked around me and headed toward the exit. I followed behind him, even though he was moving fast.
    â€œA’ight,” I said. “Slow down and wait.”
    He didn’t stop until he reached his car. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed, muscles bulging. “Thirty seconds, then I’m out. Go.”
    My eyes shifted to the ground, then back to him. I released a deep sigh, then spoke. “I—”
    He opened the door and got inside of his car. “You took too long. Gotta go.”
    Before I could say anything, he closed the door and sped off. I didn’t know if I should’ve been mad or laughed at his actions. This nigga was a trip. I figured he was heading home to shower and change clothes. And when I drove off the parking lot, he appeared to be driving in the