Out of My League: Complete Box Set

by Sharon Cummin

  I reached into my purse, pulled out the papers, and handed them to him. He began reading through them and his eyes went wide.

  “You married a real asshole,” he said.

  “I know that,” I replied with sarcasm in my tone.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “He wasn't the same man when I married him, Parker,” I said.

  “Are you sure about that?” he asked. “Are you sure you weren't just blinded by his money?”

  I felt my eyes widen and anger slowly beginning to fill me the second his words hit me.

  “Why would you say that?” I snapped.

  “Cassie,” he said roughly.

  “Do not Cassie me,” I snapped again. “Where the fuck did you get that from? Was it James? Did he say something about me? Is that what he said?”

  “He has talked about you,” he answered. “I've known him a long time.”

  “You couldn't have met him that damn long ago. He was a baseball player, so he didn't have time for friends. Then he took over our dad's company. When did you meet him?”

  “A long time ago,” he said. “That's not it though. When you walked in that first day, with your fancy clothes and shoes, you kind of gave away what kind of woman you are.”

  I shot off of his couch like a rocket. I'd never been so mad in all my life. He was damn lucky I didn't smack him across the face for a comment like that. Who the fuck did he think he was?

  “Sit back down,” he said, as if what he'd said seconds before didn't matter.

  “No,” I said loudly.

  “Sit,” he snapped.

  “Fuck you!” I yelled, as I reached for the papers I'd gotten from Jeff. “Fuck all of you!”

  “We're going to finish this,” he said sternly.

  “I'll do it myself,” I said, as I grabbed my keys.

  “If you don't do this, it's going to look like you're not fighting,” he snapped.

  “I don't care what you or anyone else thinks,” I said, as I began walking toward the door to get out of his place.

  “What about the court,” he growled out.

  I heard movement behind me, but I didn't care.

  “You better care what they think, Cassie,” he continued. “They're the ones that can take your kids from you.”

  The second his hand grabbed my arm, I felt a strange feeling shoot up it. I'd just gotten to the door and was reaching for the knob when he spun me around to face him. The look on his face was something I hadn't seen from him yet. It was completely serious.

  “They fucking matter,” he growled out again, as he stepped forward, causing me to step back against the door.

  “Well you don't,” I spat out roughly, as I stood up on my toes and reached forward, pushing my finger into his chest. “I already know what my family thinks of me. That's why I haven't told them. Don't you think I feel bad enough for the shitty choices I've made? Don't you think I feel stupid enough knowing that the man I thought loved me fucked another woman for an entire year without me knowing it? I can't even take care of my own kids without help. Don't you think that makes me feel like a total loser?”

  I took a breath in and released it.

  “You know what, Pete,” I growled, stressing his name and pushing my finger deeper into his chest. “I don't need you or your shitty opinion. So, fuck off!”

  His hand came out of nowhere and gripped tight around my wrist, as he stepped forward so hard that my back slammed into the door behind me. His body pushed against mine, holding me in place. Then his other hand grabbed the back of my hair and yanked down. My eyes flew up to his, and a shiver ran through my body. I'd never felt like someone could see into my soul the way I did in that moment.

  “What the fuck did I tell you would happen if you ever poked this damn finger at my chest again, princess?” the rough tone of his words vibrated through me.

  “Parker,” I whimpered his name, as the words he'd said before ran through my head.

  “Do you remember?” he asked, with that same roughness.

  Just the thought of those words, the memory of my dream and the kiss against the side of the building, and imagining what he'd really feel like inside of me had my thighs clenching. I couldn't take it. His eyes were looking into mine. I'd never before felt so vulnerable. I'd never felt anything like what just him looking at me made me feel. Without warning, a low moan escaped me.

  “Fuck it,” he hissed, as his mouth came down on mine with a force I didn't know was possible.

  My purse and keys dropped to the ground, and my hands moved on their own. I had to touch him. I needed to feel him closer. I buried my hands in his hair and gripped it tight, so damn afraid that I'd wake up and find it was only a dream, once again.

  Chapter 9

  Parker

  I should have let her leave. She needed to walk out that door. Nothing good was going to come from her staying. There was only one problem, I couldn't let her go.

  I'd heard things about her and her husband over the years. James didn't go out of his way to talk about her. He just didn't hold back when he was really upset. He wasn't happy that she'd cut them all off so she could be with a man with money, a man none of them liked. I'd even heard some things since she'd come to Pennsylvania. He was pissed about the shopping experience. That one I'd heard loud and clear. I hadn't heard that it was caused when she found out her husband had cut off her cards. That part really sucked. What kind of man could cut off every source of income from his own children? Not one I'd ever respect, that was for sure. I didn't do well with people that used their children to get what they wanted.

  When she'd first walked into my apartment, I thought for sure she was going to say something about it being small, but she didn't, and that shocked me. I watched as she looked around the room. She didn't even mention my load of baseball stuff. It was everywhere. I was so damn proud of all of it. The game was what I was passionate about, and it was pretty great that I could do it for a living. The woman shocked me yet again. That seemed to be her thing. Not one woman had come to my place and not gone straight to my memorabilia. Cassie was different. She didn't care about any of it. It was almost as if she didn't care who I was, and that was the total opposite of what I'd expected. She'd been around the game for most of her life, so she had seen it all. That had to have been why she wasn't reacting the way I'd expected.

  Things were going okay at first. She was actually talking to me. That was what I'd wanted, wasn't it? I felt so damn bad seeing her upset and was happy to see a bit of relief as she opened up and began telling me her story. I'd even gotten my laptop out and found the spot she needed to be first. She needed to respond to the papers. She needed to show that she was going to fight.

  It all went south when I began asking her questions and she pulled out the papers he'd served her. I should have held my tongue, but I didn't, and I said shit I shouldn't have. I couldn't help it. That was who I was. After what I'd been through, I kept my guard up. There was nothing wrong with that, but that didn't change that I shouldn't have said what I did. I was wrong. That part I could admit. What pissed me off was the way she responded. When I told her to sit her ass back down, she said no. That was bullshit and something I was not at all used to. Women didn't tell me no. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to me that way, I wondered? Her cocky mouth was getting away from her, and she needed to control that shit. Then she did it, the words fuck you came out of that smart mouth of hers. I was pissed. She only made it worse when she walked away. There was no fucking way she was walking away from me without finishing that damn paperwork. She kept saying shit, and it was only getting worse. She was acting like she didn't care. Not caring what I thought was one thing, but the court was a different story. I knew first hand just how much control the damn court had over a situation.

  She reached for the knob on my door, the one that would lead her away from me, and I grabbed her arm to turn her to me. She needed to knock her shit off and think for just a second.

  “They fu
cking matter,” I snapped out.

  “Well you don't,” she snapped back.

  That shit hurt. It shouldn't have, but it did. I was trying to help her, but she didn't care. I was just about to let her go, but she began talking. She was letting it out. Cassie felt that everyone was against her. Not just her husband, but her own family. How could I let that go? It wasn't true. They weren't against her.

  When her finger pushed hard against my chest and the words fuck off came from those lips, I was hanging on by a thread. I stepped forward. Her ass wasn't going anywhere. She'd been warned. If I let her get away without any words, she'd walk all over me. I had the biggest feeling she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and I wasn't about to let her have control. I'd learned enough about her to know that I had to put my foot down. I was going to fuck with her a bit. I had to let her know who was boss. Then I'd send her on her way. I should have known it wasn't going to work out the way I planned, nothing seemed to when it came to her.

  I grabbed her wrist, slammed her against the door, and pulled her head back so she could see my lips when I spoke.

  “What the fuck did I tell you would happen if you ever poked this damn finger at my chest again, princess?” I asked her as roughly as I could.

  She needed to know I meant what I'd said.

  “Parker,” she whimpered.

  Definitely not what I'd expected, not even close. She was supposed to come back at me. She was supposed to challenge me, but she didn't. Instead, she said my name in a way that sent all of my blood straight to my dick. It took all I had to continue instead of taking her that instant.

  “Do you remember?” I spat out in the same tone as before, even though I was barely hanging on.

  She just stood there, looking up at me. Then it happened, a moan came from deep inside of her, and I was done.

  “Fuck it,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

  My mouth came down on hers so damn hard. Every bit of feeling I had was leaving me and moving into her through that kiss. I was so damn pissed that she hadn't come back at me, but at the same time, I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anyone before. It was her move. She had two choices. She could push me away and get the fuck out of there. If she did, we were done. I'd stay away. There would be no more trying to help. She was too close to home for me. Or, she could stay, but if she did, I was going to fuck her. There was no doubt about that. I was going to show her that I was better than any dream she'd had about me.

  I wanted her to leave. She needed to go. It was a very bad idea for her to stay.

  When the sound of her purse and keys hitting the ground reached my ears, I knew I was in trouble. Push her away, I thought to myself. This is the biggest fucking mistake, Parker. Do not do this. I knew in my mind what needed to happen. Then her hands dove into my hair, and her fingers gripped it so fucking tight. It was like she was afraid to let me go, and I wasn't about to let her.

  I grabbed her other wrist, lifted them both above her head, and held them both there with one of my hands. My free hand slid slowly down her arm, and I felt her entire body shiver. She was still looking up at me, and the lusty look in her eyes had my dick hardening even more.

  For just a second, I thought about pushing her down to her knees and filling her cocky mouth full, but I didn't do it. That wasn't what she needed. She didn't need to feel used, not at all. What she needed was to feel cared for and cherished. If I had to bet, I'd say her ex never took the time to give her what she needed before he took it all for himself. Even though she pissed me off and seeing her on her knees, in front of me with my cock in her mouth, would be hot as fuck, I couldn't do it, not that time anyway. She'd already felt like everyone saw her in a bad light, even me. There was no way I wanted her walking out of my place feeling like I was against her too. I'd already said enough for her to think that. I wasn't about to add to it. When she walked away from me, she was going to be completely satisfied, and there was going to be a huge smile covering her face.

  “Last chance, princess,” I said in a deep tone, as I looked down at her lips, wanting to take them so hard they'd bruise, knowing I was going to be soft and slow with her. “You want to walk away from this?”

  She didn't speak but instead shook her head, as she stared into my eyes and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “I'll be the only one biting that lip tonight, Cassie,” I said, as I leaned down and grabbed her lip between mine, before scraping my teeth across it as I released it. “Keep your hands up there. Do you hear me?”

  “Parker,” she spoke softly.

  “Keep them there,” I demanded, as I narrowed my eyes at her. “Do you hear me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I slid my other hand down her arm and felt her body shiver again. Then both of my hands went to the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up. I made sure my fingers touched her bare skin as I lifted, partly for her and partly for me. I couldn't help but want to touch her. When I got it just above her head, I let it go. She wanted to say something, but she didn't. I could tell she was holding back, and that only made me want to push her, to see how far she'd go before she couldn't hold back any longer. I unclasped her bra and lifted it up her arms as well. Then I took a tiny step back and looked over her body. Her eyes closed tight, and I didn't like it. It wasn't out of pleasure or need. It was out of something else.

  “Open your eyes,” I demanded, and slowly she opened them, making contact with mine. “You're beautiful.”

  I stepped forward again and took her breasts into my hands. When I gripped them, I heard a breath leave her. I began slowly rolling her nipples between my fingers, and she sucked in an even deeper breath. Her back arched, and she moved into my hands even more. When I leaned down and took one of her nipples between my teeth, her back hit the door, and she moaned. My tongue licked her before my mouth wrapped around her breast and sucked. One of her hands came down and dove into my hair, and I let go with a pop.

  “Hands up there, princess,” I said.

  She narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth.

  “If you say one damn thing, I'm going to have you on your knees, and I'm going to fill your mouth,” I hissed. “Not one thing.”

  Her eyes narrowed even more, as she slammed her hand back up against the door above her head.

  “I like that,” I said. “You should listen more often.”

  Her nose twitched, and I could see her mentally fighting with herself. It was fucking adorable.

  I got down on my knees without taking my hands from her breasts. When I looked up, she was looking down at me, and her face instantly softened. I wanted her so damn bad, and it was taking everything in me not to stand up, rip her clothes off, and take her hard, but I couldn't. I didn't want her to think all I wanted from her was a quick fuck. Shit! What was going on with me, I wondered? Why did I care how she felt when she walked out of there? I'd never cared before, not since my ex.

  “Parker,” she whispered from above me, pulling me back from my thoughts. “Maybe I should go.”

  “You're not going anywhere,” I said, as my hands gave each breast a squeeze that had her breath escape her again.

  My hands slid slowly down her stomach, stopping at the front of her jeans. I looked up into her eyes, and every bit of what she was thinking was written in them. She was so damn nervous and self-conscious. There was no missing it, but it didn't make sense. She was gorgeous, and there was no way I was going to let her feel any less than that.

  I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid her zipper down, never taking my eyes from hers. When my hands began moving them down her legs, she clenched her knees, and I shook my head. When she let them go, I continued moving her jeans down, making sure my fingers stayed in contact with her skin the entire time. She had such an uncertain look in her eyes. I'd never paid such close attention to a woman's eyes, but I was with hers. I didn't like that look, and I didn't want her questioning my thoughts about her either.

  I nudged one foot, and she stepped
out. Then I nudged the other. She stood before me in sexy, white panties, with her arms above her head.

  “So damn sexy,” I whispered, as I leaned forward and kissed up her inner thigh.

  Her leg shook, and I reached up to wrap my hand around it and hold her still. I continued kissing higher until I reached those sexy panties. Then I slid my tongue beneath the fabric, and her body tightened. I grabbed the fabric just at the top of her panties, and I looked up into her eyes, as I pulled fast and ripped them from her body. Her eyes widened, and she moved both of her hands down to cover herself.

  “Stop,” I snapped, continuing to look at her eyes. “Do not cover yourself, Cassie. Put your hands back up there, or I will tie them there.”

  Her eyes didn't move but neither did her hands.

  “Three,” I began to count, and she gave me a nervous look.

  “Two,” I continued.

  “Parker,” she said, almost in a pleading way.

  “One,” I said. “Move them now or I will tie them up there. You're beautiful, and you'd better not second guess that.”

  Slowly, she moved her hands away and lifted them. My eyes pulled away from hers and moved down her body. The second they landed on the one spot I knew I needed to be, I sucked in a breath of my own. She was perfect. Sure, she had a few marks, but she'd also had three babies. Each of those marks meant something. I took her foot in my hand and lifted. She fought me a bit before giving in and letting me do it. When I put her foot on my shoulder, her eyes went wide, and I nodded.

  “Did you think you were getting out of here without me tasting you?” I asked with a smile. “No chance, princess.”

  She was already so damn wet, and I had to taste her. I leaned in and slid my tongue through her wetness in warning of what was to come. Then my hands gripped the backs of her thighs, and she moaned. I dove in, licking and sucking her with all I had. Her head fell back against the door, and her hips began moving against my mouth. When I thrust a finger into her, she cried out. I didn't stop. There was no way I could. I also wasn't giving her a moment to think. All she needed to do was feel. Her hips bucked against me, and I continued moving my finger in and pulling it out. When I added a second finger, I sucked her clit between my teeth. Then I thrust in fast and hooked my fingers. When she screamed out my name and came so damn hard, I felt her pulse around my fingers and knew I had to feel her pulsing around my cock the same way.