Center Mass

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Then his expression, one of hunger, changed. Going quickly to need as he took a hold of my hips and rolled me until I was on my stomach.

  My hands went to the gap between the windshield and the hood, clasping on tightly as he positioned me down lower on the car before lining his hard cock up with my weeping core.

  With one swift movement, he buried himself balls deep inside of me.

  The accessories lining his utility belt dug into my ass, but I was beyond caring as the feeling of being filled beyond capacity overwhelmed me.

  “Jesus, you’re fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, pulling his cock out and sinking back inside me.

  The only thing I could manage was a grunt of admission as his hips slammed into mine.

  Not happy with the angle, he moved me until my feet were planted firmly on the ground.

  My hands just barely reached their previous holds, but I didn’t care.

  With each thrust of his cock, his balls swung, hitting my clit deliciously.

  My hips were pressed into the side of his car, and I vaguely remembered thinking about leaving body imprints against the paint.

  My forehead fell forward as his hands landed on my hips for traction.

  Then he switched up his movements. Going from harsh, fast movements to a slow, circular movement that had him hitting some forbidden place inside of me.

  One of his hands moved from my hip, up my back, until it tangled into my hair.

  Removing the hair tie that was keeping it up, and letting the large mass of tangles fall free. Which he promptly buried his gigantic hand into and pulled.

  My head arched from the hood as he placed pressure on my hair, pulling me back until I was standing plastered against his body.

  The car holding my hips steady as he ground his cock inside of me.

  “Feel good?” He asked, withdrawing slightly before pressing back inside.

  I whimpered as I hissed out, “Yes.”

  His lips descended on my exposed throat, sucking my skin in between his lips slightly, and suckling as he pulled free of my body.

  Then I was moving again, on my back as his mouth descended between my legs.

  I grasped his hair, pulling back as I simultaneously thrust my hips forward, grinding my clit into his face.

  He chuckled at my movements as I cried out in surprise as two fingers abruptly slammed inside me, surprising me with the sudden fullness.

  “Oh, Luke,” I moaned, heels going into the hood of the car as I canted my hips, moving them as best as I could to reach the plateau that I could feel just barely beyond my reach.

  He chuckled against my clit, then curled his fingers into my pussy, making my eyes squeeze tightly shut as he massaged my g-spot.

  He slurped loudly, sucking my clit between his teeth before biting down gently.

  I screamed, coming hard as he worked me. My own hands found my breasts, squeezing and massaging as my orgasm tore through me.

  He worked me throughout my release. Only stopping when I started to pull away from the touch.

  Then, like a madman, he pulled up quickly, yanked me down until my ass was once again on the edge of the hood, and slammed inside of me.

  He thrust forward hard and rough.

  His balls slapped against me with each thrust of his hips, and I gasped in renewed desire as his thrusting had me on a collision course with another orgasm.

  His thumb found my clit as his eyes focused on mine.

  He watched the emotions pour through me as he worked my clit with his callused fingers, flicking it expertly with the side of his thumb.

  Then he leaned forward

  “Let me have your breast,” he ordered.

  I cupped one breast in my hand and pointed the nipple straight at his mouth, which he immediately sucked in, feeding ravenously.

  “Oh God,” I said as I passed the point of no return.

  Once again, for the third time in less than twenty minutes, I was coming.

  This time though, he went with me.

  As my pussy contracted around his cock, I could feel him jerk inside of me, shooting his come into the tip of the condom.

  I cried out loudly, losing the ability to hold my breast up for him as I buried my hands into his hair.

  After a few long moments, my orgasm subsided, and my limbs fell limply to the car.

  We both panted as he lifted up, staring into my eyes for long moments before he grinned.

  “That was a lifelong fantasy you just fulfilled,” he admitted slyly.

  I blinked. “What?”

  He lifted up fully and withdrew from my sheath, the feeling of emptiness leaving me momentarily stunned.

  “Having you on my car.” He indicated the car I was on with the tilt of my head. “As soon as I saw your ride at the bakery, I knew this was going to happen. I even polished it up for you so I could see your body imprint on the hood. The actual act was way more than I ever thought it’d be. These memories are going to be fuckin’ awesome.”

  His grin made me want to smack him.

  Jesus the man was incorrigible.

  His hands worked nimbly as he pulled the condom off his cock and disposed of it in a large trashcan across the room.

  I sat up and hopped down, turning to survey the damage.

  The car’s hood was covered with sweat and…other things. Things that needed to be wiped off.

  Spying the buffing rag in the corner, I walked over to it and started to wipe off the hood, working the streak marks out of it with quick efficient movements.

  “I think I was wrong,” Luke drawled from behind me.

  I blinked. “Wrong about what?”

  He tilted his head forward. “That’s my new fantasy. Seeing you wash my car in the nude. Soap bubbles all over your breasts and legs.”

  I shook my head.

  “You’re nuts,” I teased.

  He nodded solemnly. “Probably. But it’d be a fun way to fuck.”

  I laughed.

  “Fucking nuts,” I confirmed with a nod of my head.

  He chuckled and tucked his cock, which I noticed hadn’t descended from its original erect, back into his pants and zipped back up.

  Then he walked forward, grabbed my hand and pulled me to follow him through the garage and into the door that led into his house.

  I didn’t expect the cleanliness when I walked into his kitchen.

  I guess I thought, for some reason, that a single parent would be messy. However, the kitchen was pristine.

  “Your kitchen is really clean,” I noted.

  He grimaced. “Years of ingrained responsibility courtesy of the United States Marines.”

  His grin was contagious, and I walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

  My head rested on his chest, noting that he still not only wore his badge around his neck, but a pair of dog tags as well.

  “You gonna treat me right?” I asked.

  He lifted my chin, making me stare into his eyes as he asked, “The question is, are you going to treat me right?”

  I nodded as best as I could with his hands cupping either side of my face.

  “I’ll try not to be a raging bitch during my time of the month,” I confirmed.

  He shook his head, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “And I’ll try not to ignore you while I’m at work.”

  I pinched his sides, causing him to flinch.

  “So…I’m gonna need some clothes,” I said, pulling my bra back down to cover my breasts.

  He winked. “I have a shirt with your name on it.”

  Chapter 12

  Snail running team. Shell yeah!

  -T-shirt

  Reese

  “I’m keeping this shirt, you know,” I said as I scanned my cell phone. It was the only other thing I had with me besides the clothes on my back and my house key.

  I don’t know what I was expecting to find when I started flipping through it. Okay, well I did know what I’d hoped. I hoped that my ex had called
to tell me he’d changed his mind about Rowen.

  The only thing that made this better was that I knew Rowen loved her father. That she’d be happy with the situation.

  However, her love was bought. It wasn’t true love like I had for Rowen. Rowen’s love for me was selfless. She’d love me even if I never bought her another thing.

  She loved me because our love was forged over endless nights of no sleep. Of me rocking her when she was a baby. Of cuddling and watching limitless amounts of princess movies. Staying up at night with her when she was running a high fever.

  The love of a mother for her child was unconditional.

  “We’ll see,” Luke said as he followed me into the kitchen.

  I looked down at the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup shirt he’d handed me that morning, and smiled. It was perfect.

  I grinned over my shoulder at him. “There’s no question. It’s mine.”

  “You know,” Luke mused, sidling up behind me. Kissing me on the neck where his shirt fell from one shoulder, he said, “A man’s shirt on a woman’s naked body is like raising a flag on a conquered fortress.”

  Oh, I’d say he conquered it all right. Thoroughly.

  After our first time on the car, he went on to repeat it three more times throughout the night.

  Now it was within minutes of the last time in the shower, and I was deliciously sore in places I didn’t even know could be sore.

  I also was fairly sure that my vagina would never recover from the pounding it’d been taking throughout the night.

  “I would concur. You’ve most definitely conquered Mount Reese,” I teased.

  He chuckled against my neck, giving me a soft kiss on the cord of my exposed neck before letting go and walking to the coffee pot.

  “Want some?” He asked, raising up the pot.

  I shook my head. “I don’t drink coffee. Do you have any hot chocolate?”

  He shook his head.

  “Chocolate milk?”

  He shook his head again.

  “Chocolate syrup?” I tried.

  He shook his head again, smiling now.

  “Well what the hell do you have?” I asked in exasperation.

  He opened the fridge. “Beer. V-8 Juice. Protein shakes. And milk.”

  I scrunched my nose. “What does Katy drink?”

  He shrugged. “Water or milk.”

  My mouth gaped open. “No Juice…or tea…or chocolate milk?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t let her have that kind of stuff. She usually eats pretty healthy.”

  I shook my head. Wow.

  “So do you ever get her donuts…or Little Debbies?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “She doesn’t know that they exist, so she doesn’t ask for them. I don’t eat like that; she shouldn’t either.”

  I wanted to cry for her. What child had never experienced the world of donuts?

  “I bet she knows what they are, but knows you won’t buy them for her. She probably has other ways of getting them,” I explained.

  I mean, there was no possible way that a child just didn’t know that donuts existed. She saw them other places. For instance, other kids I knew had them in their lunches at school

  I packed Rowen’s lunch, and she never went without something sweet of some sort. Whether it was cookies, snack cakes, fruit snacks. I know that it’s not healthy, but come on, a child has to live!

  “I’m not saying that she’s never been exposed to it. I’m saying that she’s never eaten it. She doesn’t know what she’s missing,” he clarified.

  I snorted. The man was a cop for god’s sake! He couldn’t be that naïve.

  “Where is Katerina now?”

  He looked at me, wondering what trap I was trying to lead him to. “A friend’s place.”

  “Come on, let’s go over there right now and see what she’s eating. It’s eight in the morning. I’ll bet you anything in the world that she eats badly when she’s not with you,” I countered.

  “Fine,” he said, filling a to-go cup of coffee for the road. “Let’s go.”

  ***

  “This is a nice place,” I said, scanning the area.

  “Yeah,” he said as he parked in the front of the business we were at. “They’ve done a lot of work to it over the past five years.”

  He took me to a place called Free.

  Apparently, there were houses in the back. Ones I would’ve never thought to even look for if I hadn’t known they were there.

  It was fairly non-descript from the front…if you didn’t count the large ten foot fence surrounding the property with razor wire on top.

  I took a sip of my hot chocolate, from McDonald’s, and looked around. “I need to get my oil changed. Is this a good place to go?”

  He gave me a level look. “Bring it by my place anytime you want. I’ll do it for you.”

  “I would, but you wouldn’t let me pay you,” I drawled.

  He gave me a leer. “Oh, you’d pay me. Just not in money.”

  I snorted and got out.

  He told me that normally they’d just drive up to Max’s house, but he didn’t want to tip him off that we were there.

  He was very serious about the bet, and he was out to prove me wrong.

  “Let’s go,” he said, taking my hand and leading me around the building.

  I was surprised to see a long line of what looked like duplexes about a hundred yards out from the back of the garage.

  They were all plain, brown brick. However, in the distance, I could see two houses behind those, and another one in the process of being built.

  “Why do they all live so close together?” I mused.

  One of Luke’s strides was around five of mine, so I was having to hurry to keep up with him.

  When he caught sight of my near sprint (Okay, more like fast walk) he slowed, then answered.

  “They were all a team in the Rangers a few years back. Then a lot of shit happened, and they decided to stay where they were. James lives here again, too. That’s their house right there,” he said, indicating a house off in the distance.

  One I hadn’t seen until he pointed it out.

  “So who lives in these places?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “I think the first three are empty. The last two are still being used.”

  Where did they get the money to live like this?

  I wanted a compound!

  Although the only ones on it would be my sister, her man, and my parents. Which didn’t necessarily constitute a compound.

  This place, though, was the shit.

  “Are they, like, hardcore badasses like you?” I asked cheekily.

  He looked down at me and winked.

  “Nobody’s as badass as me,” he quipped.

  “Oh,” a voice drawled from in front of us. “I’d beg to differ.”

  I jumped and squeaked, turning in time to see a large man walking towards us from the woods.

  Luke didn’t jump, though.

  Only me.

  Luke was obviously paying attention when I wasn’t.

  “Sam,” Luke rumbled, acknowledging the other man.

  The other man walked up, two little girls following closely behind him.

  They were dressed in camo, as was the man. And the man had a large hunting rifle slung over his shoulder.

  Hunting season.

  Imagine that.

  Did he hunt for trespassers on his land, and let his children tag along to help torture the trespassers?

  Then I smiled to myself. I really did crack myself up sometimes.

  The girls were too cute, though.

  I’d guess they were around Rowen’s age, give or take a few months.

  They were the spitting image of their father, only with long blonde hair and hazel eyes.

  They watched me with an intensity that had the possibility of making me uncomfortable. I just knew that later on in life some man was going to have his balls handed to him with that stare.

  The smal
ler of the two, but only just, smiled at me. “Are you Rowen’s mom?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “I’m Pru. This is Piper. Phoebe’s lost,” Pru, the curly haired cutie, said.

  I blinked, and looked up at the man, worried.

  He grinned. “We’re playing hide and seek.”

  “With a gun?” I blurted out before I could think.

  He shrugged. “There’s shit in the woods I’d rather not run into without being properly prepared.”

  I tilted my head. “Like an elephant?”

  The scar under his eye scrunched when he smiled.

  He nodded. “Whatever. I’m prepared, either way.”

  Movement above the man’s head had me looking up to see the elusive Phoebe shift her weight in the tree. The only thing that had given her away was the bright green inner lining of her jacket.

  “So…would you be upset if she were say…in a tree?” I asked, eyes never moving from the tree.

  Sam grinned. “Is she now? I never even saw her.”

  I nodded, eyebrows raised. “Yeah. How’d she get up there?”

  He turned and surveyed the tree. “Scaled it, I’d guess. She’s been climbing trees since she was nine months old, starting with the Christmas tree. Now, at nearly four, she can climb a tree faster than me.”

  I watched as he walked to the tree, the two little girls following dutifully behind, as he spoke to Phoebe in her position high above him.

  “Check you later,” Luke called to the man.

  “Luke. Reese. It was nice to meet you,” he said, raising his hand up high above his head.

  My mouth dropped open. “How did he know my name?”

  His laugh slid across my skin like a sensual caress.

  “Sam’s a tad on the paranoid side when it comes to his children and his wife. I’ve got a hell of a story to tell you later of how we met. It’s bound to put you on the edge of your seat,” he teased, finally coming to a stop at the second to last duplex.

  Knocking on the door, he cast a wide eyed look at me when it sounded like a herd of elephants barreling towards where we were standing.

  Reflexively, I took a step back, worried that the door might not withstand the sheer momentum of the tiny feet eating up the distance, but they all stopped in time.