Love on the Mat (Powerhouse M.A.)

by Winter Travers

“Can we just say from here on out, it’s always yes when it comes to you.” She looked into my eyes, and it was like finally seeing everything I had been searching for. She had just given me the green light to have her any and every way I wanted.

  “Same goes for me, sweetheart. I’m yours, any way you’ll have me.”

  She tightened her legs around my waist and arched her back, thrusting her tits in my face. “Now that we have that figured out, would you mind fucking me?”

  “My pleasure.” I pushed my pants and boxers down with one hand while she grabbed my dick and stroked it up and down.

  “Is this all for me?” she purred.

  I slammed my lips down on hers and devoured her mouth. I had missed the way she tasted and couldn’t get enough. She tilted her hips up and aligned my dick with her sweet pussy. “It’s all yours,” I groaned when her hand tighten around my shaft.

  I plunged deep inside her, and her arms circled my neck. Her body wrapped tightly around me while I pumped in and out. “So fucking tight,” I gasped. Her pussy was like a damn vise, and I never wanted it to let me go.

  “Tate, harder,” she gasped, tossing her head back.

  I buried my face in her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping her soft skin. I slammed inside her and snaked one hand down her stomach. My fingers zoned in on her clit and flicked it fast and in rhythm with my dick thrusting in and out. “Come for me,” I urged.

  She panted my name, her breathing becoming shallow. Her sweet pussy gripped my cock even tighter, and she exploded around me. “Tate!” she yelled. Her arms clasped around me, and she collapsed in my arms.

  I continued pounding into her, knowing I was seconds away from falling apart with her.

  “Come inside me,” she whispered in my ear, and I exploded. Her words ripped an animalistic moan from me, and I smashed her against the car, praying my legs would hold us up.

  “Hadley,” I growled. Her hands ran over my back, and all I could do is feel everything she was doing to me. Her scent, her soft skin, the way her breath washed over my skin; it all felt so right. “Fuck me,” I panted.

  “I just did.” She nipped my ear and trailed kisses down my neck. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to take a break again and not think of this.”

  “Good,” I mumbled. I never wanted her to ever forget anything we did together.

  She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed. “I don’t want to go back in there.”

  “Then don’t. We’ll go back to my house and do this all over again. At least three more times.”

  “As good as that sounds, I need to work. I have a dead car in my driveway, and a sixteen-year-old dying to get his license. I need to work all of the hours I can.” She unwrapped her legs and slid down my body until her feet touched the ground.

  “How much is it going to cost to get the car fixed?” I stepped back and watched her shimmy her panties up her legs.

  “More than I’ll ever have, but I’ll figure something out.”

  I grabbed my jeans from around my ankles and quickly pulled and zippered them up. “Have you tried getting a new car?” I didn’t know why she just didn’t give up on the hunk of junk she called a car.

  She laughed and rearranged her bra, hiding away her perfect tits. “You think they would let me have a twenty dollar car payment a month? Because that’s about all I can afford.” She fluffed her hair and smoothed down her skirt. “I’ll figure something out, Tate. It’s not your job to figure it out.” She sounded annoyed and turned her head to the club. “I need to get back.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to help her, but I knew she wasn’t going to let me. Hadley and I had only known each other for a little bit, but I already knew she wasn’t going to take a handout from me. “Well, if you need anything from me, just let me know, sweetheart.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms.

  “I appreciate that, Tate, but I have it under control.” She looked up at me, and her eyes were glassy, ready to cry. “I need to get to work.”

  Fuck, I was such a fucking idiot. I had just had the best sex of my life, even though it was in the parking lot of a strip club, and now Hadley was about to cry. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

  A sad smile spread across her lips. “Don’t be. You’re a good distraction from my life. Without you, I’d likely go crazy.”

  I cupped her chin with my hand and brushed my thumb over her bottom lip. “Glad to be of service.”

  Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she hugged the hell out of me.

  I knew I couldn’t give her money or a new car without pissing her off, but I could be the distraction she needed as long as she didn’t ask me to leave.

  **********

  Hadley

  My head rolled to the side, and I glared at the vacuum that was mocking me.

  I needed to clean, but I was downright exhausted, and adulting was not something I wanted to do. Hell, getting out of bed today was a chore. I had barely gotten Ryker out the door before I had collapsed on the couch.

  It was finally Friday, but that just meant I still had two nights of work before I finally got a day off. Between working all the hours I could and Tate finding new ways each night to cement himself more into my life, I was ready for a stiff drink and a thirteen-hour nap.

  My phone buzzed next to me, and I saw it was the school calling. “Shit scones.” Since my car had broken down, I hadn’t been to school with Ryker and thankfully had been able to dodge Principal Pye. “Hello?”

  “Miss James?”

  I cringed recognizing Mr. Pye’s voice and laid my head back on the couch.

  “Speaking.” I may not be the best adult, but I could fake it.

  “There’s been an incident at school. You need to come pick up your nephew immediately.”

  I shot up from the couch and clutched the phone to my ear. “What do you mean incident?” I frantically scanned my living room looking for a pair of shoes.

  “There is a possibility he broke his arm in gym class, but he is refusing to call you. I made the decision that you need to know.” Mr. Pye sounded bored, like he was inconvenienced to call me.

  “I’ll be right there.” I hung the phone up not waiting for his reply. I pulled my sleep shirt over my head, tossed it on the floor, and sprinted to my room. I grabbed the first clothes my hands touched and tugged them on.

  I ran out of the house and came to a dead stop when I realized I didn’t have a way to get Ryker to the hospital. My dead car mocked me in the driveway, and I racked my brain trying to figure out how I was going to get to Ryker.

  “Another bang-up job at being responsible,” I muttered. I pulled out my phone and called Vanessa. She and Rick lived on the other side of town, but hopefully, they were awake and able to help me.

  The phone rang and rang, then it finally went to her voicemail. “Shit.”

  I paced back and forth. I didn’t have any friends who would drop everything to help me. Hell, I didn’t have any friends at all.

  “Tate.” Shit, I didn’t want to have to call him. If I showed up at school with Tate trailing behind me, Ryker would know something was going on.

  I tried Vanessa one last time, hoping she would answer, but she didn’t.

  I gnawed on my bottom lip trying to figure out what to do. I glanced at the time on my phone and saw it was almost eleven. “Fuck it.” Getting to Ryker was more important than worrying about him finding out about Tate and me.

  My finger hovered over his number, and I gently pressed it, but it went directly to voicemail. “Son of a bitch!” I ran my fingers through my hair.

  Maybe he was at Powerhouse. Hell, maybe one of the guys would be there and able to help.

  I did something I hadn’t done in years. I ran the whole three blocks to Powerhouse, my breathing heavy and my legs shaking by the time I reached the door.

  My hands were cupped around my eyes, and I peered into the empty studio.

  “Can I help you?”

  I spun around and saw
one of the girls who had been with Tate the first night I met him. “Hi,” I gasped. Holy hell was I out of shape.

  “Were you looking for Kellan or one of the guys?”

  I patted my chest, trying to calm my beating heart. “I’m Ryker’s aunt.”

  A light dawned in her eyes, and a smile spread across her lips. She had been looking at me like I was crazy, but thankfully, that changed when I mentioned Ryker. “Oh. He’s such a sweetheart.”

  I nodded and held up a finger. I needed to catch my breath. Note to self, Hadley, get your ass off the couch more. “I need to get to school, but I don’t have a car. I don’t have any friends.” Jesus, did I sound pathetic.

  “I can take you.”

  “But you don’t know me.”

  She waved her hand at me and pointed over her shoulder. “I’m parked on the other side of the building, come on.” She disappeared around the building, and I had no choice but to follow her. “My name is Molly, by the way. I’m dating Kellan.”

  I skipped to catch up to her and fell into step beside her. “Um, I’m Hadley.”

  She looked over at me and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. Can I ask why you need to get to school?”

  “I got a call from the principal that Ryker might have a broken arm.”

  “Oh no! You’ll need a ride to the ER, too. Just let me tell Sage that I’ll be gone for a bit.” She ducked into the coffee shop, and I realized she worked there. Son of a bitch. I was making her miss work to help me out.

  I stood outside the cafe, pacing back and forth. “You don’t need to do this,” I blurted out when Molly walked out.

  She laughed and headed to the corner of the parking lot. “Nonsense, it’s not a problem. Sage can handle things on her own, and if it gets busy, Bess can help.” She slid behind the wheel of an older Corolla and motioned for me to get in.

  Gah, and this was the number one reason why I needed to get my damn car fixed. I had to rely on others for shit that I should be able to do on my own. “Thank you so much for doing this,” I mumbled as I buckled up.

  “It’s really not a problem.” She backed out of the parking lot, and I told her where to go.

  “I’ll just grab him quick, and then you can just drop us off at the ER.”

  Molly nodded, and I jumped out of the car before she even stopped.

  Ryker was sitting in the front office when I jogged in. His arm was held against his chest, and his face was pale. “Oh, my God,” I gasped. “Honey, are you okay?” I kneeled in front of him and gently touched his arm.

  He winced and shook his head. “I think I might have broken it. I’m sorry.”

  I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. “Why the hell are you sorry? Did you try to break it?”

  He shook his head. ‘No, it’s just that I know money is short, and this isn’t going to help.”

  I stood up and helped him stand. “You don’t need to worry about money, Ryker. That’s my job. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

  We slowly walked past the front desk, and I nodded to the secretary. “We’re headed to the hospital,” I told her. She nodded and gave me a sad smile.

  Yeah, she had heard what Ryker had said. Now she knew how much I sucked at this adulting thing.

  “Whose car is that?” Ryker asked.

  I pushed open the door and helped him over to the car. “Molly is taking us to the hospital. I ran to Powerhouse hoping one of the guys would be there to help. They weren’t, but Molly was.”

  I opened the back door, and Ryker ducked in. I heard Molly on the phone, and I wondered who she was talking. I hoped she hadn’t called Tate. Right now, if she just dropped us off at the ER, I wouldn’t have to worry about Tate coming.

  “You okay?” I asked Ryker before I shut the door.

  He looked up at me and smiled. “I’m fine, Haddie.”

  I sighed and slammed the door. If he was fine, he wouldn’t look like he was about to pass out.

  “Okay, we’re on the way right now,” Molly mumbled into her phone as I got in the front. “Kellan is going to meet us there.”

  “Oh man,” Ryker moaned. “Now he’s going to see how much of a dumbass I am.”

  Molly laughed. “I’m sure he has quite a few of his own stories that will attest to his dumbassness.”

  I turned in my seat to look at Ryker. “Well, why don’t you tell me how you earned your first dumbass story.”

  He sighed and leaned his head against the headrest. “It was all Mr. Konk’s fault.”

  “Who is that?” I asked.

  “My gym teacher.”

  “What, did he push you down a flight of stairs or something?” I asked. That was the only way I could see this being his teacher’s fault.

  “No,” he scoffed. “He didn’t believe that I could do a cheat three sixty.”

  I hung my head. “Jesus, Ryker. So you thought you needed to show him you could.”

  He shrugged and winced from the pain. “I can normally land it all day long, except I’ve never done it in shoes before. My toe got hooked on the floor, and I only managed to flip around once before I landed on my arm.”

  I turned back around in my seat and looked out the windshield. “Yup, that is definitely your first dumbass story. Trying to show off and broke your arm.” Now that I knew Ryker wasn’t dying, my mind focused on the huge hospital bill this was going to be. Neither Ryker nor I had insurance. Fuck.

  “I assume you want me to go to Falls City General, right?” Molly asked, glancing over at me.

  “Yeah, that should be fine.” It wasn’t the biggest hospital, but they should be able to help Ryker there. Rockton had a bigger hospital, but it was forty-five minutes away. “Thank you again for doing us,” I mumbled.

  “It’s really not a problem. I’ve met Ryker at the studio before, and I’m glad to help.” Molly was beyond nice, and I could see why she had snagged one of the guys from Powerhouse.

  “How pissed off do you think Kellan is going to be?” Ryker asked Molly.

  She laughed, the sound like tiny tinkling bells. “I’m sure he’s more concerned that you’re going to be okay.”

  Ryker scoffed. “I’m sure, although I know he’s going to be mad at me for showing off, and then getting hurt while showing off.”

  “Don’t beat yourself up too much,” Molly said. “At least you were doing something cool when you did it. I broke my arm when I was twenty-two. I was mopping the floor and managed to fall flat on my ass, but not before busting my arm on the counter trying to break my fall.”

  Ryker chuckled. “Yeah, that would be a sucky way to break your arm.”

  Molly snickered and pulled into the hospital parking lot. “It was just another day in the life of Molly Rey.”

  I opened my door and hopped out. “Thanks for the ride.” Later, I was going to have to figure out how the hell we were going to get home, but I had other shit to worry about right now.

  She shifted into park and got out of the car. “You’re welcome, although you’re not going to get rid of me that easily. Kellan is on the way here, and I can keep you company while Ryker is in x-rays.”

  I helped Ryker out of the car and turned to Molly. “I feel bad enough with you going out of your way driving us here. At least let me give you gas money or something.”

  She shook her head and hooked her arm through Ryker’s good one. “Nonsense. I really don’t mind helping, and besides, you’re one of us.”

  Ryker and her traipsed towards the entrance, and I stood there. “One of us?” I whispered.

  Molly looked over her shoulder and smiled. “You coming?”

  I was confused as hell by what she meant that I was one of them, but it was another thing I would have to figure out later. I scurried to catch up to them, and we ambled into the ER waiting room.

  Molly and Ryker sat down in two of the chairs, and I approached the front desk.

  “Hi,” I croaked.

  The nurse looked up from her paperwork and smiled. “Hi. What c
an I help you with?”

  I hitched my thumb over my shoulder towards Ryker. “I’m pretty sure my nephew broke his arm.”

  “All right.” She grabbed a clipboard off the desk and shoved some papers on it. “I’ll just need you to tell me his name, your insurance card, and also fill out these forms for me.”

  I grabbed the clipboard from her. “It’s Ryker Miller. And, um, we don’t have insurance.”

  The nurse smiled again and nodded toward the waiting. “Okay. Just fill out the forms, and we’ll call his name when we’re ready for him. It shouldn’t be long.”

  I numbly nodded and sat down next to Ryker. I filled out the papers as best as I could, asking Ryker the questions I didn’t know the answers to, and again felt like a failure by not knowing what he was allergic to or if he had ever had surgery before.

  “This blows. I’m not going to be able to do karate for weeks,” he mumbled. He slouched down in his chair and cradled his arm to his chest.

  Molly patted him on the shoulder. “I’m sure Kellan can find something for you to do around the studio. Maybe you could teach the senior class with Bess and all of her friends in it.”

  That was the second time I had heard Molly mention Bess. “Is Bess your grandmother?” I asked.

  Molly shook her head and pulled out her phone. “No, although she acts like it. She’s one of my regular customers at the cafe. She’s been coming since I opened five years ago.”

  “You forgot to mention that she’s crazy,” Ryker mumbled.

  Molly laughed and quickly typed on her phone. “I think crazy is a good word for Bess, although it’s a good kind of crazy.”

  “Ryker Miller,” a nurse called.

  I helped Ryker up and moved to the swinging doors the nurse was standing by.

  “I’ll wait here for Kellan. Just let me know if you need anything,” Molly called.

  We followed the nurse to one of the examining rooms, and she took the clipboard from me. "So, you’re Ryker’s mom?” she asked as she looked over the papers.

  “Um, well…” I stammered.

  Ryker sighed and shook his head. “She’s my aunt, but she’s my mom.”

  “Oh, um, well. Does that mean you’re his guardian?” she asked, looking back and forth between the two of us.