Center Mass

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I shrugged. “Same shit, different day. He does this every time he can, you know that.”

  He nodded. “Yes, but you know something.”

  I blinked, then shrugged. “I want y’all to meet me at my place in the morning. Get a good night’s rest, and meet me there around ten. I’ll supply donuts.”

  After hearing confirmation from all the men, I got in my cruiser and drove straight home.

  I wondered who’d be there.

  I knew for sure that Reese, Rowen, and Katy would be there. I just hoped that was all. I didn’t have the energy to deal with my sister or my mom.

  They always worried and stayed up.

  Today, though, was different.

  For the first time since Katy was born, I didn’t have to worry about who was watching Katy.

  After a discussion I’d had earlier in the week with Reese, I knew I could count on her to watch Katy from now on if the need to run out quickly ever arose.

  It was just a bonus that Reese was already at my house.

  Knowing that I didn’t have to worry about my daughter sleeping anywhere but her bed was a huge relief.

  I pulled into my driveway finding my parent’s rental, as well as Sebastian’s truck, gone.

  I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled into my garage and killed it.

  Stepping wearily out of my cruiser, the first thing to catch my eye was my car.

  Fond memories of taking Reese on the hood was enough to give me a hard on, even after such a grueling night.

  My dick didn’t care that it was nearly three in the morning.

  It cared that I had a hot, willing woman somewhere in my house. One that’d been more than receptive in the past to me sneaking into bed with her and fucking her senseless.

  That was the only thought on my mind as I closed the garage door, and walked into the kitchen.

  There were no dishes in the sink. No mess whatsoever, in fact.

  That was my mother’s doing. She couldn’t stand a messy kitchen. Me, I didn’t give a fuck but my military training always kicks in and it gets cleaned eventually.

  Locking the doors and checking the windows, I prowled through the dark house, going from window to window, making sure they were locked.

  The front door was last because I wanted to double check that the alarm was set. Which it was.

  I’d just turned around when I was blinded by a light.

  I froze and rose my hand. “Fuck, Reese. Put the fucking light down.”

  At the sound of my voice, Reese lowered the light. “I’m sorry. I thought you said you’d call. When you didn’t, and I heard someone moving around, I came out to see.”

  “So you thought you’d blind me if I was a robber?” I asked, moving closer to her.

  She was wearing the t-shirt I’d let her borrow the first time she’d stayed at my place.

  The one that had a large Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup on it.

  It swallowed her, but I enjoyed the shit out of seeing her in it.

  I couldn’t tell if she was wearing any pants or not, but I fixed that moments later when I pulled her into my arms.

  My hand trailed down over her hip to the top of her thigh where the t-shirt ended. Then up, where I quickly discovered that she was wearing panties, but no shorts.

  She shifted into me, looping her arms around my chest and hugging me tight.

  “I was scared for you tonight,” she said, running her nose along the middle of my chest.

  I squeezed her a little tighter.

  “I’m okay,” I said.

  She looked up at me, the only thing I could see in the darkened entry way was the lights from outside shining in her eyes.

  The rest of her was a silhouette, but my imagination was going wild.

  Chapter 17

  I know how to load more than a dishwasher.

  -Coffee Cup

  Reese

  Three hours earlier

  “Are you sure you don’t mind if we go?” Paige asked as she looped her scarf around her neck.

  I shook my head. “No, really. I’m fine. Luke and I already worked it out where I’d be watching Katy on the nights he was called in. It’s all right, I promise.”

  My reassurance was enough, and she gave me a warm, strong hug. “Alright, we’ll see y’all tomorrow afternoon. I’ll make apple pie just for you.”

  I hugged her back. “Thank you.”

  I’d gotten to know Paige, Baylee, Sebastian, and Travis well over the past couple of hours.

  I’d been worried when Luke left, concerned for him, but they’d done well keeping me distracted.

  They’d only said that they would leave when we’d gotten a text from Luke saying that everything was fine, and that he’d be tied up for paperwork for a little bit longer.

  “Let her go, woman,” Travis said in exasperation. “I’m tired, and we still have to drive an hour back to our hotel.”

  “You wouldn’t have to stay in a hotel if you’d stay with one of us,” Baylee muttered as she shrugged her jacket on.

  “Yeah, but then I can’t have sex with your mother for a week,” Travis said dismissively.

  Baylee made a gagging sound, and Sebastian hooked an arm around her shoulder with his free hand. “Let’s go.”

  I held Blaise in my arms as I walked out with them to Sebastian’s huge truck.

  I didn’t attempt to put her in. I waited until he got Johnny in, then handed Blaise over.

  Sebastian’s truck was big, much like Luke’s. I wouldn’t have been able to transfer her over as smoothly as Sebastian was able to.

  “When Rowen was little, there wasn’t a single time that I was able to get her out or into the car without waking her,” I shook my head in amazement.

  “You just have to have the right touch,” he quipped as he closed the door quietly.

  Then he ruffled my hair, smacked his wife’s ass as she crawled into the truck, and rounded the hood. His ease at getting into the truck was humbling. Why men had to be so much more adept at things like that than women were, I would never know.

  I waved at them as they backed out of the driveway, followed shortly by Travis and Paige.

  The silence of Luke’s house was eerie.

  I didn’t know what to do.

  Rowen and Katy had been put to bed over an hour ago. Paige had cleaned the kitchen. Then the living room. Then she’d started doing all of Luke’s laundry.

  There was literally nothing left for me to do, and I couldn’t figure out how to operate the volume on the TV in the living room, nor Luke’s room.

  So I did what I did best.

  I snooped.

  I started in Luke’s bedroom, then moved to his study, followed by his garage.

  There I got a particularly bad idea when I saw the car, and chose to come back inside before I started to replay the naughty things we’d done on Luke’s car our first night together.

  I finally ended up on his desktop that was set up in Luke’s office.

  That’s where I found the particularly interesting stuff.

  Well, interesting if you were eight like Katy was.

  I didn’t see a single thing on the computer other than a pinned website at the top of the Google search bar that had the local news journal’s website.

  Not one porn website, or forum.

  It was a complete and utter bust.

  Finding myself on Pinterest, I started searching the internet, which led me to a site that had clothes. Then it led me to buying clothes for Rowen, Katy, and me.

  I’d been in Katy’s closet today and had been horrified at the utter lack of anything dressy.

  I suppose that was what happened when one was being raised by a single father who would rather go out and work on his car than go to the mall.

  I’d was searching around to find something under fifteen dollars in the lingerie section when I saw the cutest underwear I’d ever seen.

  And I could not wait to let Luke see them.

  Two hundred and fi
fty dollars later, I had clothes on their way to Luke’s place, with the promise of two day shipping since it was Cyber Monday deals…on Saturday.

  Tired of playing online, I went back to Luke’s room and changed into a shirt and panties before searching through his drawers for some boxers. Which was when I discovered the socks.

  A drawer full of socks.

  All unmatched.

  Which was how I found myself matching socks at nearly three in the morning after trying in vain to go to sleep.

  I had socks taking up every inch of Luke’s bed as I matched pair after pair.

  What did he do, pick out a pair for each of them every morning?

  I’d just matched my fifty fourth pair (truly, it was the fifty fourth) when I heard the sound of boots on hardwood.

  The sound was methodic and knowing.

  I glanced down at my phone to make sure that Luke hadn’t called, since he’d said he would when he was on his way home.

  Something he hadn’t done.

  Luke was really good about calling. He was always consistent, and called me every time he was on his way over, or leaving work. If he said he was going to call, he would.

  Which made me positive that it wasn’t Luke out there.

  But there were two children in the house, so that was the only thing on my mind as I stepped out with the flashlight that was on Luke’s night stand a minute later.

  I’d had one hell of a time turning the lights out earlier. I’d practically maimed myself tripping over various random things on the floor.

  Shoes here. Gym bag there. Jacket in the middle of the hallway. My Little Pony on the floor outside Katy’s room.

  It was in my best interest to have the flashlight.

  However, when my eyes found someone much, much larger than an eight year old or a five year old; I practically freaked.

  I lowered the light. “I’m sorry. I thought you said you’d call. When you didn’t, and I heard someone moving around, I came out to see.”

  “So you thought you’d blind me if I was a robber?” He asked, stalking forward.

  I ignored his question.

  He was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants with a black baseball cap on backwards covering his beautiful, blonde hair.

  That was nearly all I could see, though. Luke’s place got extremely dark since there wasn’t anything else outside except for the lone security light that hung off the garage.

  His hand trailed down over my hip to the top of my thigh where the t-shirt ended. Then up underneath the shirt, stopping when he hit where my panties met the back of my thigh.

  I shifted more fully into him and hugged him tightly. My arms going around his thick chest.

  I hadn’t wanted to admit how scared I’d been for him. The past three hours had been torture. I’d looked at the clock countless times over the past three hours, wondering when he’d be home.

  Was that normal to be gone so long?

  “I was scared for you tonight,” I said, running my nose along his breast bone.

  He squeezed me a little tighter.

  “I’m okay,” he reassured me.

  I let out a relived breath and turned into his arms. “Now,” I said, heading towards the hallway. “Tell me why you have so many freakin’ socks!”

  His chuckle warmed my heart as he tagged along behind me dutifully.

  He stepped on My Little Pony on the way, and his quiet curse had me smothering a laugh as I led him into his room.

  Closing the door, he took in the bed with the hundreds of socks that covered every square inch, then looked to me. “I don’t like doing laundry.”

  I shook my head as a quiet laugh escaped, while I leaned over and started collecting socks.

  I realized my mistake the moment I bent over and the t-shirt I was wearing rode up, showing off my Joe Boxer underwear.

  He growled low in his throat, and I heard the lock on his door slide home.

  I leaned up slowly, arms full of socks, and turned to find him stripping out of his shirt.

  Then he toed off his boots and kicked them to the side, followed shortly by his pants.

  I gulped when the only thing that was left was a pair of grey boxer briefs.

  He was gorgeous.

  Tall with broad shoulders and a firm, defined chest.

  Blonde hair. Beautiful blue eyes.

  Large hands. Strong thighs. Stunningly defined abs.

  And the tattoos. My God, the tattoos.

  He, of course, had a Marine Corps one on his arm; however, on his back was a large tribal design that stretched from nearly shoulder to shoulder. His front was free of tattoos other than one that was hidden by the waistband of his pants. It was a word in Latin. One he hadn’t told me the meaning of, and I hadn’t had the courage to ask.

  Now, though, it was in full view as he slowly let his boxer briefs fall to the floor.

  He stepped out of them one foot at a time, and I swallowed thickly, staring at his pulsing erection as it bobbed with his movements.

  It was angry and throbbing. Veins popped out on each side of his length, and the head of his cock was a ruddy red that betrayed his need.

  I licked my lips, quickly losing my grip on all the socks I had clutched to my chest.

  And when he started prowling towards me, I sat back on the bed hastily and laid back. Helpless to do anything but.

  What a picture I must’ve made, laying on his bed with socks all around me.

  My hair was sprawled out on the mattress, and my shirt had ridden up to my belly button, exposing my belly button ring to his gaze.

  He growled and bent down, kissing my bare belly, nipping gently at the piercing.

  Then his chin dug into my mound and I started squirming.

  “We can’t,” I tried.

  I didn’t know why I was fighting it.

  I didn’t want to fight it.

  It was just a reaction when it came to him. Something made me want to fight him. For him to force me to submit.

  Which he did. Gloriously.

  “Stop,” I tried again, shoving the socks away and trying to push at his face when he edged the bottom of the shirt up until my breasts fell free.

  I hissed in a breath when he nipped the edge of one of my nipples with his teeth, crying out in surprise.

  “Luke,” I said. “It’ll be too loud. We can’t.”

  “We can,” He confirmed.

  Then he showed me how.

  Grabbing the top sheet, he pulled it, and me, down until my legs hung over the edge of the bed. Socks fell to the floor all around us, but he paid it no mind as he lifted the t-shirt up.

  When I went to raise my arms, he threaded first one, then the other, out until the shirt was left around my neck only.

  With quick, deft movements, he rolled the shirt into a round rope type contraption.

  Then he grinned and held it against my lips, waiting with his eyes on mine until I opened my mouth to refuse. When I did so, he shoved it in and said, “Now you can make all the noise you want.”

  With one swift movement, he yanked my panties from my body, then bent down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth.

  When he had me in the position he wanted, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my ass, pushing it up to a comfortable working height for him.

  The head of his cock played along my folds as he switched breasts, teasing me. Enticing me.

  I moaned, and the t-shirt did its job, muffling it to the point that the sound was barely recognizable.

  He leaned up and grinned, moving his hand down to run along the folds of my sex.

  When he felt my wetness, the grin slid away, and was replaced by pure need.

  Grabbing his cock in a fist, he ran the tip up and down my sex, coating the head with my wetness. He circled it around the bud of my clit, eliciting tiny jerks of excitement from me with each rotation.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  It was unintelligible, but he knew what I wanted because in the next inst
ant, his cock was at my entrance, and slowly parting me.

  My eyes closed, and my neck arched as he stretched me almost to the point of pain.

  It was perfect. Fucking divine.

  My hands clutched the bed sheet, fisting them until my knuckles turned white.

  His eyes took it all in as he slowly sank balls deep inside of me.

  I looked down, seeing the curly brown hair of his sex pressed against my shaved one.

  My pussy was swallowing his dick, the edges of my entrance stretched wide to accommodate his girth.

  He circled his hips, making me clench down hard on his length.

  He moaned, pressing the palm of my hand down flat on my stomach when my back started to arch.

  “Don’t move,” he pleaded.

  That only meant one thing.

  He was close to losing his hard earned control.

  And I wanted him to.

  I contracted my pelvic muscles, squeezing his dick from the inside since he wouldn’t let me move anything else.

  His eyes narrowed, and his breath left him in a rush.

  “Stop,” he commanded.

  I squeezed again, pulsating the muscles.

  He pulled out and I felt empty, but not for long, because it wasn’t milliseconds later before he was slamming back inside.

  My boobs bounced with the forceful movement, eyes squeezing tightly shut as I tried my hardest not to scream.

  Because, t-shirt or not, if he kept it up, it wouldn’t matter what was in my mouth, I was going to get loud.

  His abdominal muscles squeezed and clenched with each plunge and retreat.

  His large biceps bunched as he lifted my ass up off the bed, giving him a better angle to work with.

  My legs wrapped around his waist, but that must’ve been too constricting for him, because with a swift movement, he put each leg up and over his shoulders, leaning down until we were face to face.

  I gasped, but the sound was drowned out.

  Which he loved.

  I saw the flash of excitement in his eyes as he took in the makeshift gag.

  “Come fast,” he demanded.

  I nodded.

  I wanted to. Really, really wanted to.

  My legs were pushed up by my ears, and my breathing was coming in sharp, desperate gasps as he plunged in and out of me. But with the new angle, I didn’t care much about breathing. My only focus was on the upcoming release I could feel building and building.