Love on the Mat (Powerhouse M.A.)

by Winter Travers

  I chuckled and shook my head. “What, you got about a month left before summer break? I think you can manage to make it through.”

  “Damn, it was worth a shot. Maybe I’ll tell Hadley I’m sore and need to take a couple days off.”

  Damn if I wouldn’t have tried the same thing. “Never hurts to ask,” I agreed.

  “You didn’t have to come over and babysit me. I’m always home alone while Hadley works.”

  I shrugged and tossed the magazine on the table. “I don’t mind. I didn’t have any other plans tonight.”

  Ryker scoffed. “Please. I’m sure you have better things to do than spending the night with my busted-up ass.”

  The only plan I had was to watch Hadley work all night and sneak off with her during her breaks. Not that Ryker was going to know that. “You trying to get rid of me?”

  Ryker laughed and shook his head. “Nah, I just don’t want you to be here if you don’t want to be.”

  Hadley had told me the same thing when I had insisted on staying with Ryker. These two were one in the same. I stood up and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Nobody makes me do anything I don’t want to, Ry. I’m here to help out your aunt.”

  “Well, help is definitely what she needs.”

  I cracked open my beer and wandered into the living room. “You wanna watch TV or something?”

  “Open up, it’s the police!”

  “You know if you say that every time you knock on someone's door, it’s not really a surprise, right?” I asked Roman who had his hand raised to pound on the door when I opened it.

  He shrugged and stepped around me into the house. “Come on, you know it’s funny.”

  Ryker managed to move from the kitchen to the living room and collapsed on the couch.

  “Sup, man,” Kellan called. He had three boxes of pizza in his arms, and a case of soda and a case of beer under each arm. “How’s it going, stunt man?”

  Ryker huffed and stretched his legs out on the coffee table. “Sore and feeling pretty stupid.”

  Roman plopped down on the couch next to him and put his arm around Ryker’s shoulders. “You ever hear the story of Kellan and how he thought he could back flip off of Tate’s mom’s garage?”

  “Oh, Jesus Christ! You really need to tell that story? I would have landed the damn thing if it hadn’t of been for Tate’s dog running right where I was supposed to land.”

  I closed the door and snagged the remote off the coffee table. “Lame excuse, man.”

  Kellan flipped me off, set the pizza on the coffee table, and pulled a chair from the kitchen into the living room. “I’d like to see you land a backflip on a dog.”

  I flipped through the channels, looking for something to watch. I landed on some lame dating show and tossed the remote to Ryker. “You’re in charge of the TV, kid. I can’t find shit to watch.”

  Kellan pointed at the kitchen chair and laughed. “Saved ya a chair, asshole.”

  I shook my head and opened the three boxes of pizza. “Yeah, I’ll sit there until one of you fuckers gets up, then it’s game on.”

  Kellan managed to sit on the edge of the recliner and stretch out enough to snag three pieces of pizza from the nearest box without leaving his chair, and Roman just had to reach his arm to get one “I think I’ll be good,” Roman mumbled around a mouthful.

  I grabbed two pieces, balanced them in my hand, and sat down on the hard chair. I didn't mind sitting on a kitchen chair when I was in the damn kitchen, but not when I was trying to relax in the living room. “You gonna eat?” I asked Ryker.

  He was sitting on the couch, stiff as a board, and his eyes were darting between Kellan, Roman, and me. “You guys are in my house eating pizza.”

  Roman smirked and shoved the last of his slice into his mouth. “Roberm Fecking Yeee.”

  Kellan rolled his eyes. “Did he just say Roman Fucking Yeck?”

  “Do you guys know who you are?” Ryker asked.

  “Yeah, I’m Tate, that’s asshole Kellan, and apparently, that’s Roman Fucking Yeck over there,” I laughed.

  “Dude, you see us all the time at the studio. You suddenly now realized how amazing I am? Took ya long enough,” Roman chided. He shook his head and grabbed two more pieces of pizza.

  “You’re such a dick,” Kellan mumbled.

  Ryker smiled and leaned forward to grab a slice. “It’s just different. You guys are sitting on my couch, and it’s a bit surreal.”

  “Well, find something to watch, and then you can continue drooling over us.” Roman nodded towards the TV and moved a pizza box over so he could put his foot up.

  “I think you need to be knocked down a few pegs, Ro.” Kellan managed to stretch out again to grab another piece of pizza and smirked. “You’re not getting this chair, Tate.”

  Roman laughed. “I’m good, bro.” He bent over, opened the case of beer, and tossed one to Kellan and me. “Sorry little dude, you get the root beer,” he mumbled, handing a soda to Ryker.

  “Little dude?” I laughed. “He’s as tall as you are, fuckwad.”

  “This is so cool,” Ryker mumbled. He popped open the top to his soda and took a sip. “Does this make us friends?”

  Kellan and I busted out laughing, and even Roman’s cockiness slipped for a minute.

  “Yeah, bro. We’re friends,” Kellan reassured him.

  And Hadley was worried Ryker wouldn’t like having me and the guys in his life. Although, this was a bit different from him knowing I was nailing his aunt.

  “So, what kind of job does your aunt have?” Dante asked Ryker. He walked in from the kitchen, and laid out on the floor in front of the TV.

  Ryker looked at the TV. “She’s a waitress,” he mumbled.

  “Where at?”

  I wanted to tell Kellan to shut up, but as far as Ryker knew, I didn’t know anything about Hadley.

  “Um, a club.” Obviously, Ryker didn’t want to tell us Hadley worked at a strip club, even though it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of.

  “Which one? Molly has been bugging me to take her out to the strip club again, and I’m trying to talk her out of it. She got so drunk that she tried to talk me into getting a pole for the bedroom, and even now, she keeps bugging me. She sent me a screenshot of one on Amazon the other day.” Kellan shook his head and sighed.

  Roman spat out his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You did not just fucking say that. Now I have visions of things I shouldn’t have visions of.”

  Kellan pointed at him. “Stop it, right fucking now,” he growled.

  Ryker laughed and reached for another slice. “That’s where Hadley works. I’m sure you saw her when you were there.”

  “Sultry Knights?” Kellan asked, still glaring at Roman. “I don’t think we saw her when we were there. We had a redhead waiting on us.”

  “Yeah, we totally didn’t see here, did we, Tate?” Roman asked me. Jesus Christ, the fucker sounded too damn guilty, like he was hiding something. If he fucked this up, I was going to kill him.

  “Nah, man. You had your eye on the redhead, though,” I replied. I took a swig of my beer and tried to get the attention off Hadley.

  “That’s Vanessa. She’s mine, she just doesn't know it yet.” Ryker smirked and nodded his head at Roman. “I’d back off if I were you.”

  Roman laughed. “Yeah, her big ass boyfriend said the same damn thing, but all he had to do was look at me, and I got the message.”

  I sat back in my chair, my stomach full of pizza, a full beer in my hand, and listened to Ryker trying to convince the guys that Vanessa was just waiting for him to turn eighteen.

  The kid was going to fit in just fine with us.

  **********

  Hadley

  “Tate, stop. We can’t do this.”

  He pulled back from me, the cold air hitting my breast he had been kissing, and looked down at me. “Hadley.”

  Damn the man. He had me pressed against the front door, my shirt pulled down, and
my bra pulled up to my neck. His mouth had been teasing my nipple, and his hands kneading my ass all while I had my fingers threaded through his hair. I had barely walked through the door before he was on me, slamming it shut, and giving me exactly what I had been craving all night. “Ryker is just down the hallway,” I hissed.

  “He’s passed out. He took a pill forty-five minutes ago, and I checked on him right before you got here. He’s not going to wake up.” He didn’t even have the last word out of his mouth before his lips were back on my breast, driving me insane.

  I arched my back, pressing my nipple into his mouth. “Holy hell, Tate,” I gasped.

  “I missed you so much, Hadley,” he mumbled.

  I had missed him too. The whole night felt weird and off. I couldn’t count how many times I had looked at the table where he normally sat and felt my heart drop when he wasn’t there. I had decided to go to work when Tate had insisted that he would stay with Ryker. At least I was having a spirited welcome home, although I was terrified Ryker was going to walk in on us. “We shouldn’t be doing this. At least, not right now.”

  He nipped at my nipple, and my need for him multiplied by twenty. “Just stay quiet, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

  I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I could do quiet. At least, I think I could. “Tate, you’re so bad for me.”

  “Is that you telling me no again?”

  I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his waist. “No, it’s me giving into you even though I know I shouldn’t. I can’t control myself when you touch me.”

  “It’s good to lose control sometimes, sweetheart, especially when it’s with me.” His hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up. “Legs around me,” he ordered.

  My hands drifted up his chest, and my legs wrapped around his waist. “I’m starting to think this is your favorite position, Tate.”

  “Any position with you is my favorite.” He trailed hot kisses up my neck and traced the shell of my ear with his tongue. “Although, I’m still dying to have you in my bed.”

  I gasped and tilted my head. “You didn’t like it in the backseat of your truck, or on the hood last night?”

  He growled at my words and ground his jean-clad dick into me. He pulled up the hem of my skirt and pushed my panties to the side. “God dammit, Hadley. Now you’re just trying to drive me crazy.”

  “Just returning the favor,” I purred

  His fingers parted the lips of my pussy and slowly circled my clit. “I did like it when you put my coat on the ground and got on your knees between my legs. Tight pussy and a magical mouth, sweetheart.”

  I moaned at the memory—the feel of the gravel biting into my knees while Tate’s cock slid down my throat. “The question is, which one do you want tonight?” I whispered. His head lifted, and his eyes burned with desire. My legs slid down, and my feet touched the floor. “You can always have both, though.” I put my hands on his chest and pushed him over to the couch. “Sit.”

  His ass hit the couch, and his knees parted. I stepped in between them and kneeled. My hands glided over his thighs up to the zipper on his jeans. Tate watched my every move, his hands at his sides, and his fists clenched. “You’re not going to touch me?” I popped open the button on his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and he lifted his hips for me to work his pants and boxers down his legs. He toed off his shoes, kicking them under the coffee table, and I pulled his pants the rest of the way off.

  “This is your show, sweetheart.”

  I smiled and stroked his cock. “I like the sound of that.” My other hand cupped his balls and gently squeezed.

  “Holy fuck,” he moaned. He bucked his hips up and down, pumping his cock into my hand.

  My mouth hovered over his cock, and I stuck my tongue out to lick the drop of precum off the head. The salty taste hit my tongue, and I closed my eyes. “Every part of you tastes good, Tate.”

  He threaded his fingers through my hair, held me still, and slowly pumped his dick into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the tip, while my lips slid up and down his long shaft. I sped up, my hand at the base of his dick, giving every inch of his flesh the attention it deserved.

  “Fuck yeah, baby.” His breathing became labored, and his fingers dug into my head. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want you ready for me.”

  I parted my knees, and my fingers sought out my clit. My breathing hitched, everything hitting me at once, Tate’s rock hard dick sliding down my throat, his hands in my hair, and my fingers imitating the feel of his tongue on my clit. I moaned around his dick with the image of his face buried in my pussy.

  “Stop,” Tate thundered. He pulled me off my knees and onto his lap. He grabbed his pants off the floor, pulled out a condom, and ripped it open with his teeth. “You’re coming around my dick, not your fingers.”

  I watched as his fingers deftly rolled the condom down his dick. “You ready for me?’

  I nodded, unable to talk. I braced my hands on his shoulders, and he lifted me up and lowered me, impaling me on his dick. We both moaned as he moved in and out, the walls of my pussy slick with my need for him.

  He buried his face in my neck and pumped his hips into me, his dick driving home. “Tate, please,” I gasped.

  “I’m gonna fuck your tits one day, Hadley, and then I’m going to come all over them.”

  I gasped at his words, and his mouth covered my breast, hot and wet. “Maybe we can, ah…work on that…when I come to your house,” I panted.

  “Trust me, it’s going to fucking happen,” he mumbled against my breast.

  His hands slid into my hair, fisting and holding me to him.

  He tugged on my hair and tipped my head back. “Kiss me, Hadley,” he breathed out.

  He released my hair, tipped his head back, and he crushed me to him. My lips found his in the dim room, and my mouth opened. His tongue slid inside, licking, tasting, and taking all at once. A small moan escaped my lips, and his fingers found my clit. “Shhh, sweetheart,” he grunted.

  I leaned into him, taking over the kiss. If I stopped kissing him, I was going to wake Ryker and probably the whole neighborhood. Tate tightened his arms around me and growled low.

  His fingers pinched my clit, and I slammed my eyes shut as stars exploded behind them. I nipped his bottom lip, and his body tensed as he threw his head back. I opened my eyes and looked down at Tate. This was the best part. Don’t get me wrong, the whole experience of sex with Tate was out of this world, but watching him come, knowing I was the one doing that to him, was fucking fantastic. My body trembled as he slowly thrust in and out, wringing every last ounce of cum from his dick.

  I hummed, content, and completely sated. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. “Wow.”

  Tate grunted and wrapped his arms around me. “Definitely wow.”

  “I’m so tired,” I mumbled around a yawn.

  He gathered my hair in his hands and brushed it to the side. “We need to get you to bed, sweetheart.”

  I groaned and pressed a kiss to his neck. “I’d much rather stay here. My bed is too far away.” I knew I needed to get up before our luck ran out and Ryker woke up, but I wasn’t ready to leave Tate yet.

  Tate stood in one fluid motion, lifting me up with him. “Put your feet down for a second.”

  I shakily stood and brushed my hair out of my face. Tate grabbed his pants and boxers off the floor, slipped them on, and had me back in his arms while I stood there dazed. “Bed, sweetheart,” he murmured. He swung me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “You’re too good to me, Tate,” I muttered sleepily.

  Tate pressed a kiss to the top of my head and quietly shuffled down the hallway to my bedroom. He laid me down, pulled off my skirt, and grabbed a t-shirt from the basket of clothes next to the bed. “I’m assuming these are clean?”

  “Yes.” I was living out of laundry baskets at the moment. My plans had been to try and make a dent in putting my clothes away today, but nothing worked out like I h
ad planned.

  Tate turned his head away and held out the shirt to me. “You’re killing me here, Hadley,” he strained.

  I snatched the shirt out of his hand and pulled it over my head. “You can look now,” I laughed as I put my arms through the holes.

  He leaned down and put his hands around my waist. “Be good while I’m gone.”

  “I’m always good.” At least, most of the time I was.

  “You work tomorrow?”

  “Yup, the usual.”

  “I’ll be here at six. We can have dinner together with Ryker before you go to work. We can do like we did tonight.”

  “I don’t want to drive your truck again, Tate. It’s yours, not mine.”

  “You’re right, sweetheart, so that means I can do whatever I want with it. And what I want is for you to drive it.” He leaned into my space and smirked. “You can’t argue with that, can you?”

  I gulped and fisted the blanket in my hands. “No. But it doesn’t mean I have to listen to you. I can always have Vanessa pick me up before you even get here.”

  “Then maybe I just won’t leave tonight.”

  I rolled my eyes and fell back on the bed. “Fine, I’ll drive your damn truck, and just so you know, I plan on blasting Britney Spears the whole time.”

  “My poor speakers.” His body shuddered, and he closed his eyes.

  “Maybe even a little Lady Gaga,” I joked. I didn’t listen to either of those, but Tate didn’t need to know that.

  His eyes opened and moved over my body. “Either way, I still win, sweetheart.”

  “You are so frustrating, you know that?” I scoffed.

  He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over me. “So are you, sweetheart. We’re a perfect match.” He pressed a quick, sweet kiss to my lips, and stood up.

  “That’s the only kiss I get?”

  “If you want more, then I’m going to end up spending the night. If that’s what you want, then I’ll more than gladly climb in that bed with you.”

  I pulled the blankets up to my chin and shook my head. “Changed my mind. I’m good.”

  He moved to the door and flipped off the light. “One day soon, I’m going to be in that bed with you, Hadley, and you’re going to beg me not to leave. I’ll lock up on the way out.” The door closed behind him, and I listened to him move around my house, and then he was gone.