Out of My League, Part 3

by Sharon Cummin

  Tears were sliding down my face faster than I could wipe them away, and his look of worry turned to one of anger.

  “Shit!” he snapped out, in an angry tone, one like I'd not heard before. “Was it him? Did he do something?”

  “Him who?” I pushed out through a sob.

  “Your ex,” he said through clenched teeth, as his hand went up and ran through his hair, and the look on his face became even angrier. “Did he touch you? What did he do, Cassie? I'm telling you, if he put his hands on you, it'll be more than just his nose this time. I'm going to kill that fucker with my bare hands.”

  “This time,” I whispered.

  Then it hit me. My eyes went wide, my hand went over my mouth, and I took a step back.

  “Cassie,” he said sternly, but I could hear a little wobble in his tone.

  I shook my head no.

  “Your hand,” I said. “The day you all left and didn't come back until much later. Oh shit! His nose.”

  “Let me explain,” he said.

  He'd gone to Michigan, I thought. They all had. Wait! Was that what made the difference? Were they the reason Jeff backed off and didn't fight me? Jeff asked about him, and I had no idea what he meant. It was Parker he was talking about. Of course it was him. Damn! Part of me wanted to kick his ass and the rest of them too. Another part of me wanted to hug him so tight and thank him for being there. They were the reason I had my kids with me.

  I moved to say something, and then I stopped. He was with another woman just hours before he knocked on my door. I didn't get it. He put his career in jeopardy when he hit Jeff. Why would he do that for me? It just didn't make sense. None of it did. How could he have done something so big and meaningful for me and still be the man he was? My confusion quickly turned to hurt and then to anger as I pictured him opening the door for his woman.

  “What the fuck do you even care?” I snapped out at him.

  “What?” he asked, as confusion took over his features, and his anger was gone.

  “You're no better than he is,” I said roughly.

  “I would never fucking put my hands on you in a hurtful way,” he snapped. “How dare you say that to me. I'm nothing like that piece of shit.”

  “Oh really,” I snapped.

  “Really,” he snapped back, as he took a step toward me.

  I turned, walked over to pick up phone, and walked back over to him.

  “If you're nothing like him, then who the fuck is this?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Look at you two. You're wearing the exact same suit you are right now. She was dressed like that in a mall, and you had the nerve to make fun of me before. I'll be there right after the plane lands my ass. That damn plane landed long before you showed up here. How could you? Did you at least shower her off before coming over here, of course not. I trusted you, Parker. I fucking knew better than to fall in love with a ballplayer. You're all the same.”

  “Oh yeah,” he said roughly.

  “Yeah,” I said, as I took one more step forward and stood tall so I could get in his face. “You think you're something special. You think you can just act however you want and it's okay. Being a Pirate isn't that damn special, Parker. I'm a person too. You can't just go around being a giant dick because you think you're better than everyone else.”

  Out of nowhere, I felt his hand grab the back of my neck as his mouth crashed down on mine. Without even thinking, I grabbed his arms, with my phone still in my hand, and melted into his kiss. His tongue pushed against my lips, and I let out a gasp. There was nothing sweet about his actions. That kiss was aggressive. His tongue moved around mine, and mine fought to keep control, but I was quickly losing. The second I realized what I was doing, I pushed off of him. He gave me a little space, but he didn't take his hand from the back of my neck. Parker was trying to keep the control he wanted, but I wasn't having that shit. My one hand gripped his arm tighter, but before I could do anything, the look on his face softened.

  “I love you too,” he said.

  “Did you fucking hear me, Pete,” I hissed out, as I shoved my phone in his face.

  “I couldn't wait to get home to you,” he said, and I truly thought my head was going to explode.

  I let go of his other arm, took the phone between both of my hands, and shoved it up at him again.

  “What the fuck is this?” I snapped out much louder than I should have.

  “That would be my ex wife,” he said.

  “What?” I gasped, as I took a step back and turned the phone back toward me. “Seriously?”

  “Don't even say it,” he said. “I am not fucking my ex wife. I'm actually not fucking anyone at the moment. I haven't been for months and months, but I do plan to change that within the hour.”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a finger up to stop me.

  “Slow down, princess,” he said. “I was at a meeting with management. It was a last minute thing, and that is why I'm dressed like this. Where she was going, I couldn't tell you, probably out with friends or something. I didn't really care enough to ask. The reason your stalking ass saw us at the mall, going into the coffee shop, was because I needed to give her my monthly check. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to get the kids while I'm home. That bitch gets me for everything she can. I fight like crazy and pay out my ass when it comes to her.”

  “I wasn't stalking you. I was shopping for something sexy to wear,” I said, as I looked at the picture again. “She's beautiful.”

  “No,” he said, with a shake of his head. “She is the ugliest person I've ever met. As long as I pay for her to look like that, I get to see my kids, but only when she lets me. It's actually pretty sad. Add in the fact that she was cheating on me when I was on the road and my kids were in the house, and that makes her just plain evil.”

  “Oh, Parker,” I said. “Is that why you made comments about me and money before?”

  “It's not easy for me to trust, Cassie,” he answered. “You're the first woman I've even wanted to try to let in.”

  He'd had a meeting with management. It hit me just as I was trying to process the words he'd just said.

  “How was your meeting?” I asked, needing to know.

  “Fine,” he said. “It was nothing. So, you're in love with me.”

  “What?” I asked, as I shook my head. “You were the one that said you loved me.”

  “No,” he said. “You said it first.”

  “I did not,” I said.

  “Did too,” he said, mocking my tone. “You said that you knew better than to fall in love with a ballplayer.”

  My eyes widened, and I knew my cheeks were turning a serious shade of red. He took a step forward and leaned his forehead against mine.

  “You love me?” he asked, and I nodded, as I dropped my phone onto the table next to us and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you too.”

  His hands grabbed hold of my ass and lifted me like I weighed nothing at all. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he headed for the hallway.

  “The pizza and ice cream,” I said, as I looked down at him.

  “Don't care,” he said, as he looked up, and our eyes connected.

  The shiver that ran through me when he looked at me was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

  “My sexy outfit,” I said, as he turned the corner into my room.

  “This is all the sexy I need,” he said, as he walked to the end of bed, and dropped me onto it.

  Then his eyes moved up my bed, and a smile covered his face. When I looked back and saw his jersey on the bed, the one I'd kept, embarrassment ran through me.

  “I sleep with it,” I whispered.

  “With it, or in it?” he asked.

  “With it,” I said.

  “Isn't that sweet,” he said in a sexy tone.

  Parker came toward me, and I thought about the open door behind him.

  “The kids are here,” I whispered, and he gave me a confused look. “I didn't want to be alone.”

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sp; “I'll be right back,” he said. “Do not move from that spot.”

  He took off out the door, and I could hear him in the living room. I fell back onto the bed, and my head hit the jersey. I wanted to look sexy for him, but I'd forgotten to bring the outfit I bought in with me. It was bad enough my face was a mess from my tears. I had to do something. Then it hit me. I hurried off the bed and pulled my pajama top and bottoms off. Then I grabbed his jersey and pulled it down over my head. I got back on the bed, leaning back on my elbows, with my legs spread just enough. The only things standing between him and me were his jersey and a tiny, white piece of fabric.

  I'd seen him walk by my door, so he must have gone to the kids' rooms. When he turned the corner and stepped back into my room, he stopped frozen. At some point, he'd lost his suit jacket, and I could see his muscles pulling against his dress shirt. He reached back and closed my door. Then I heard the lock click into place.

  “That right there is the sexiest sight I've ever seen in my life,” he growled out, as he came toward the bed.

  I could see the bulge in his pants pushing against the thin material, and I wanted so badly to go to him, but I didn't. He leaned down a bit, reached forward, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me in one fast move down to the end of the bed. When he did it, his jersey rode up my thighs and over my ass. His hand came down, grabbed just inside of the thin, white material, and he ripped my panties from me.

  “No,” he said. “That is the sexiest sight I've ever seen.”

  Then he dropped to his knees, and I watched, as he leaned forward and kissed up my thigh. Just the thought of him being between my legs with his mouth had me wet. When he reached the top of my thigh, I felt my leg shake. Instead of going where I wanted him, he pulled back and began kissing up my other thigh, and his eyes came up to meet mine.

  “You've worn that jersey before, haven't you?” he asked.

  When I didn't answer, he stopped kissing me.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  He began kissing me again, and just before he reached the one spot I needed him to kiss, he slowed down but kept his eyes on mine.

  “Have you worn it while you've touched yourself?” he asked.

  I didn't answer, and he stopped, right there, right where I wanted him.

  “Tell me, Cassie,” he said. “Have your worn my jersey while you've made yourself come?”

  “Parker,” I whispered. “Please.”

  “Answer me, Cassie,” he said. “Have you had my jersey on while you've had your fingers deep inside yourself?”

  When I let out a tiny whimper, his tongue came out and licked one long lick, and I thrust my hips forward.

  “Parker,” I moaned out.

  “I can see it in my mind, and I can't wait to see it in person,” he said. “My jersey covering that sexy body, while you fuck yourself with your fingers. Your back arches, and the tips of your nipples brush across the rough material.”

  Then his finger was on me. It was right there. I could feel it and wanted so badly for him to move it. I lifted my hips from the bed to get closer, but he wouldn't let me.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Did you moan my name like you are now?” he asked. “Was I the one you were thinking of when your fingers were buried deep?”

  “Yes,” I finally blurted out. “I was wearing your jersey, and I did call your name. Now do something.”

  He didn't give me one second before he thrust his finger in deep and began to fuck me with it. I cried out his name, and my hands clenched my sheets tight. His mouth came down on me, and he sucked my clit between his teeth. I let out a loud moan, and just as he thrust in a second finger, I came hard.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “That was hot.”

  Once my body relaxed, I got up on my knees and crawled to the end of the bed. He stood up, and I licked my lips. Then I reached forward, undid his belt, and opened his suit pants. When I shimmied them down his legs, I could see his impressive bulge just beneath his boxers. I nudged his legs so he would take a few steps back. Then I slid from the bed and landed on my knees. I grabbed the waist of his boxers and pulled them down. When his extremely hard cock sprang free, I knew I had to taste him.

  I reached up and wrapped my hand around him. Then I slowly began stroking up and down his shaft. When he let out a moan of his own, I licked from his base all the way up to his tip. I swirled my tongue around him. Then I opened my lips and took him in inch by inch. When I felt him hit my throat, I took a second to relax. Then I took him in as deep as I could.

  “Cassie,” he moaned. “So damn good. Suck it, baby.”

  I sucked in. Then I began moving my mouth up and down his cock. When his head fell back, his hand grabbed hold of my hair, and he began guiding me up and down his length. One hand was stroking him, and the other came up and cupped his balls. He held my head to stop me from moving. Then he thrust his hips forward and moved down my throat. When I felt his balls tighten in my hand, he pulled away from me. Then his hands came down, grabbed under my arms, and he lifted me from the ground. When he threw me back onto the bed, the look in his eyes was one I knew I wanted to see again and again. He wanted me. Parker actually wanted me.

  “Stop thinking,” he demanded, and I opened my mouth to object, but he wouldn't let me. “I can see it, Cassie. Stop.”

  He undid the buttons on his dress shirt. Then he dropped it from his shoulders. When he reached up and grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, my knees moved together, and my thighs clenched. He threw the t-shirt on the pile with everything else. Then he stepped toward the bed, reached forward, and pulled my knees apart. He got onto the bed between my legs and leaned down over my body. His big hands pushed the jersey up my body until my breasts were exposed. Then he leaned down and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, as he pinched the other between his fingers. My back arched up, and I closed my eyes. I soaked in every second of his hands and mouth on me as he licked, sucked, and fondled one breast before switching sides. I was moaning and saying his name over and over. Everything he was doing felt amazing. When his knee came up between my legs and pushed against me, I moved my hips in rhythm with it. When he sucked my other nipple into his mouth, I cried out and came for the second time.

  “I need inside,” he said, as I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

  I nodded instead or trying to find even one word to say to him. He pushed one of my legs over with his knee. Then he grabbed his cock in his hand, and my eyes instantly moved down to it. He stroked it once and then again, and just as my thighs clenched, he let go.

  “Eyes up here,” he said, and I looked up to see the sexiest smile on his face. “I want to see your eyes when I thrust into you.”

  He grabbed my legs and spread them wide.

  “So damn beautiful,” he said. “It's mine.”

  He lifted my legs, lined himself up, and sat still.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he asked, with a deep tone to his voice.

  “Parker,” I whimpered.

  My eyes moved down to where we were just the slightest bit away from being connected. Then they moved back up to his.

  “Whose, Cassie?” he asked again, sounding even sexier than the last time.

  “Yours, Parker,” I said, as I looked into his eyes. “I'm yours.”

  With his eyes still on mine, he thrust into me hard and fast, and I cried out his name.

  “Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “So tight.”

  He pulled back and thrust into me again and again.

  “Parker,” I moaned, as I reached forward, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him down toward me. “I need you.”

  His mouth landed on mine, and I opened to him. His tongue thrust into my mouth, and my hands held tight to the back of his head, as he fucked my mouth just like he was fucking me. One of his elbows was next to my head, and each time he entered me, my shoulder bounced off of it.

  “Need you so fucking bad, Cassie,” he moaned into my mouth.

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bsp; His other hand let go of my leg and his elbow went down next to the other side of my head. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and my heel pushed against him. He pounded into me over and over, and before I knew it, I was crying out his name, as I pulsed around his cock.

  “I love the way it feels when your pussy sucks my cock,” he said, as he thrust in hard and deep.

  When my body relaxed again, he pulled away from me.

  “Flip over,” he commanded, and I did as he said. “On your hands and knees.”

  I lifted my body but could barely hold myself up. I honestly wasn't sure how much more I could take. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a his hand smack my ass, and I jumped.

  “Parker,” I snapped.

  “Yes, Cassie,” he said, with humor in his tone.

  I turned back just in time to see his hand move back and then swat my other cheek.

  “Your ass needs to behave,” he said. “You're so damn cocky.”

  “Are you going to fuck me or what,” I said, with a smile on my face.

  “Reach up and hold onto the headboard,” he said.

  I did as he said. Then I thought about it.

  “Hey,” I said. “You were the one that suggested this bed.”

  “Exactly,” he said, as he moved closer, leaned over my back, and grabbed my shoulders. “Hold on tight.”

  “What if I let some other man in here,” I said, just to fuck with him of course.

  He leaned down close to my ear.

  “Never fucking happening,” he growled out, and he thrust into me so hard and fast that I flew forward.

  “Parker,” I moaned his name.

  He pounded into me hard and deep over and over. His mouth was on my shoulder, kissing me. Then he grabbed my hair, twisted it around his hand, and pulled, as he thrust into me. His hand came down on my ass again, and I knew I would never get enough of the man.

  “You're mine,” he said, as he thrust in so hard that I moved forward again. “Say it, Cassie.”

  “I'm yours,” I moaned, knowing that he was completely right.

  “Hang on tight,” he said, just as his hands went to my hips, and he fucked me hard.