F*cking Awkward (19 page)

The woman cannot say no to me. Not when she knows I’m going to eat her alive.

The second her feet cross the threshold of the house, she’s mine.

My growl is predatory, downright feral as I push her against the wall, last year’s family photo crashing to the ground next to us.

I waste zero time, falling straight to my knees then pushing the thin fabric of her dress up her tan thighs. “I’m ready for my dessert.” I nearly weep at her feet when I find her completely bare underneath. My tongue darts out to taste her, teasing with a few long swipes before I can’t control myself any longer. I lap her up like a starving dog.

One that hasn’t eaten in a little over a week.

I latch on to her clit, suckling the small bud in my mouth before letting it go with a loud smack.

“Oh God!”

“He can’t save you now, baby.” I smirk, pushing her legs further apart. “Wider.” She obeys without hesitation as my tongue dips lower, seeking the dark place I know and love.

“Holden,” she breathes, threading her fingers through my hair, scraping those sharp nails into my scalp.

My dick grows harder.

If that’s even fucking possible.

I add two fingers to the mix, pumping them in and out until her sweet cum squirts down the palm of my hand. “That’s my girl,” I praise, looking up at her, her face all red and flustered.

Composure shattered.

I love watching her go from proper attorney to my slutty wife.

Rising to my feet, I move her to the side arm of the couch, bending her over. I lift her dress once more, exposing that sweet little ass. “I’m about to burn this pussy up, baby.”

“As long as you aren’t bringing the fingers of hell with you, by all means, fire away.”

I slam into her hot and hard, burying myself deep enough to earn a needy moan. She pushes her hips back, seeking more.

My baby always wants more.

Thrusting in and out, I increase my pace; fucking her so hard the couch begins to scoot across the floor.

“Oh God!” she screams before clamping down on me, that hungry pussy of hers begging me not to leave as she comes all over my cock.

The palm of my hand lands on her ass with a loud smack, adding to the erotic sound of skin slapping skin. But when she pulls one leg up, propping her foot up on the couch, I nearly lose my goddamn mind.

I reach around, rubbing her clit. “I love fucking you.” Wrapping my fingers around the base of her throat, I give her a gentle squeeze.

“Harder,” she demands with a wicked smile, twisting her head.

I comply.

Showing no mercy.

No restraint.

Barbaric as fuck.

Hot and
dirty
.

Just the way we like it.

Y
ou can find
Maddie and Holden’s story in book one of the MINE series, Because You’re Mine available on all platforms.

K
. Langston is
a small town country girl who writes with true passion and heart about what she knows.

Love, romance, and all things southern.

“
Y
ou need
to rub one out. Tiny Tim needs some action. Research studies show that if you’re backed up with jizz, your equilibrium will be off. Could be the reason you’re throwing like a pussy,” Jon laughed into the phone.

I stopped at a red light and closed my eyes.

The fuck? Tiny Tim?

Breathe in—he’s been your best friend for eighteen years—breathe out.

Breathe in—he thinks he’s funny—breathe out.

Fuck, he’s probably right.

The Hummer behind me honked, and I opened my eyes. I pressed down on the accelerator of my Range Rover. A California King and this ride were my first purchases after the engagement ring. Gotta love a good signing bonus.

“Grace and I have a date tonight. That’s what I really need. Time with her.” Grace Yeates was my fiancé and the best person I knew. She’d trusted me with both her heart and her son’s. Nothing, not even getting drafted to the Chicago Bears football team, had ever felt so good.

Jon snorted. “You don’t need dinner, man. You need Otis Deepthroatis sucked. Man up and tell Grace what you need.”

After an obligatory fuck you in response, I ended our call. He was coming to the next home game, so I’d get a chance to bust his balls in return then.

Jon was a pig, but he had a point. At the ripe age of twenty-three, I was the starting quarterback for the Bears, and so far, my season had been shitty. My agent and members of the press kept repeating that this was a rebuilding year and to give it time. Ask any professional sports player to be patient during a sucky season and you’re likely to get nut-punched. Patience and athlete don’t play well together.

Our loss yesterday was embarrassing. The Green Bay Packers were our biggest rivals. I had to walk out of Lambeau Field to heckling from a bunch of dorks wearing Styrofoam cheese wedges on their heads. Really, who was the bigger loser?

Driving home today after our team meeting, I was tense. I needed a release. Big D stirred to life at the thought.

Grace and Finn had moved into my condo on Lake Shore Drive this past summer, and my life felt complete. There wasn’t anything I would change. Well, maybe there was one thing.

Privacy.

I didn’t need space from Grace, I need uninterrupted time and space to
do
Grace. Finn was four years old, and he was the happiest kid I had ever met. He just never left us alone.

Sure, we tried to wait him out, but as the kid got older, he seemed to need less sleep. We’d check on him when we were ready for bed, and there he’d lie, eyes wide open, ready to shoot the shit.

I loved him. I loved that little dude, but I also loved his mom. And I needed some lovin’ from his mom. Times were getting desperate. I was at the point of listening to…
Jon
. Sex might help my game. At this rate, it sure as fuck couldn’t make it worse.

“
R
ed
, you look amazing.” Grace walked out of our bedroom in a green mini-dress with floral stilettos. I took her hand in mine, pulling her close to me. Her lips were shiny with a light coating of gloss and I kissed them.

Grace grinned and used her thumb to wipe off my lips. “All you need is the press catching you wearing my makeup. They’d have a field day with that.”

My eyes widened at the thought. The press hadn’t been too kind to me after the last two losses. I couldn’t give them any fuel for the fire.

“Take me to dinner, football God. I’m starving.” Grace smacked my ass, and I straightened, eyebrows raised.

Playful Grace rocked. Naughty Grace rocked. Okay, all parts that made up Grace rocked, but tonight I was horny. Or, hornier than normal. So playful and naughty were especially welcome.

“Me too! I’m starvin’. Where’re we going?” Finn ran out of his room wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and a clip-on tie. He had amassed a huge collection of clip-on ties this year. The kid had a wicked good imagination, and he loved playing dress up.

Problem was, tonight he was dressed up for dinner.
Shit
.

Grace knelt in front of Finn. “Super-Finn, I told you earlier. Bethany is babysitting tonight. Dean and I need some alone time.” She tugged on his tie and it released.

Finn’s lips turned down. “I thought it was the three of us now. We’re like the superheroes on that PJ Masks show. Mom, you’re Owlette, cause she’s the girl. Dean, you’re Catboy cause you’re wearing a blue shirt, and I’m Gecko, cause I’m speedy and can leap off the couch like this.” Finn jumped onto the leather sectional and then surged off, landing on his feet with his arms curled to show his biceps.

Too fuckin’ cute. But he wasn’t wearing me down. Not this time, anyway. Tonight Big D came first. Well not literally. My girl always
came
first.

I crouched down next to Grace. “We are a group of three. I promise we are. But your Mama and I need some adult time. We’ll be home soon and besides, you love Bethany.”

Bethany walked out of the kitchen holding a DVD and a bag of popcorn. “Movie night, Finn?”

Finn looked back and forth between Bethany and us. I held my breath. Please, little dude. Help a brother out. One day, many years from now you will understand. You don’t want me to remind you that you were once king of the cockblocks.

Finn shrugged. “Okay. You guys go eat boring food, and Bethany and I will have a movie party.”

Big D did a happy dance in my pants.

And ten minutes later we were on our way to dinner.

“
O
h my God
,” Grace moaned as she licked the warm chocolate off her spoon. “This is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.” She smirked and bit her bottom lip. “Well, the second best.”

“Grace,” I bit out as I shifted in my chair. She had tortured me throughout this whole dinner. Resting her hand on my upper thigh. Moaning when she ate her meal. Running her fingertips up and down the stem of her wine glass. Breathing….

Man, I was all keyed up. Big D had pitched a tent in my pants after the salad course. We needed to get home. Like yesterday.

“You ready, Red? I need to bury myself in you tonight.” The need in my own voice was almost scary. I felt like a forty-year-old virgin, touched for the very first time.

Her signature blush appeared, and I groaned. I threw several hundred dollars on the table, and we walked quickly to the valet. Dinner at North Pond was worth every penny. Grace loved the farm to table food, and I loved how close it was to home. As soon as I heard the click from Grace’s seatbelt, I gunned the engine.

Grace linked her fingers with mine. “Dean, where are you going?”

Her voice was low and sexy, and my heart raced, veins pumping. Adrenaline coursed through me. “Home,” I growled and squeezed her hand. “Need you, baby.”

She leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “It’s too early. They’ll still be watching the movie.”

Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I looked to the side and saw a tennis facility. The dark, empty parking lot brought me right back to high school. Back then we’d drive around the reservoir, looking for a secluded spot to hook up without our parent’s knowledge. Now, a grown-ass-man and all, I was right back to feeling like a teenager. I needed privacy so I could lose myself in Grace. If I could just take the edge off, I’d calm the fuck down.

I turned right and headed to the back of the lot. I cut the engine and shut off the lights. A low overhead street light was our only illumination. Leaning over, I cupped my hand around the back of Grace’s head and brought her mouth to mine.

My lips found hers and my tongue traced her lower lip. “If we can’t go home yet, then let’s have some fun here.” I kissed the corner of her mouth and along her jaw. “We’re all alone, and I’m so hard I could puncture metal right now.”

Grace giggled and pressed her hand down on my aching dick. “Poor baby. Let me take care of you.” She rubbed, and I closed my eyes. I was sure that whimpering sound, like a dog that had been kicked in the belly, did not come from me.

Grace undid my belt and released me from my pants and boxer briefs. The feel of myself in her hand was heaven. Nirvana. Perfection. I opened my eyes to watch. Her small hand gripped me tightly, and she moved up and down in a slow, teasing rhythm.

“Grace,” I begged. “More.”

She paused and leaned closer, kissing me hard. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth and then dragged it out between her teeth.

Holy fuck
.

Releasing my lip, she brought her luscious mouth to my cock. She licked slowly, like I was her favorite flavored lollipop, never breaking eye contact.
Hell yes
. She was sex personified – the embodiment of every fantasy I had ever had.

And then she took all of me in her mouth, bobbing as she increased her suction. My head fell back on the seat rest and my hands balled into fists.
Keep it together fuck face. Pretend you don’t feel like a pubescent teen around this woman.

Tap, tap, tap.

How was Grace tapping? What was she tapping?

Tap, tap, tap.

Grace stilled. Grace was not tapping. The tapping was coming from outside.

Balls. Shit. Motherfucker.

Grace moved off me, covering Big D with my dinner jacket. Her eyes were round with horror.

Mortifying as it was to admit, my first instinct was to scream. Weren’t serial killers stalking parks just like these in the movies? Weren’t they interrupting young lovers so they could bludgeon them with their long, jagged, knives? But then I remembered that I was a goddamned NFL football player, and got myself the fuck together. Pressing the button, I allowed the window to go down about one-third of the way. I was a quarterback, not a fool.

“Good evening folks,” a male voice spoke and then a badge was placed in our direct sight.

A police badge.

Christ almighty, I was blocked again.

I pushed the button, this time allowing it to roll all the way down.

“Hello, officer.” I straightened, thankful that Grace sat up as well, but kept her hand firmly planted on my jacket that covered my still hard, but rapidly becoming flaccid, dick.

“Good evening. You all okay out here? Car broke down? Someone ill?”

I shook my head. “No sir. I mean, yes, we are fine. No, we aren’t sick.”

The portly officer rocked back on his heels. “Well, I’m sure you’re aware that you’re on private property then, yes?”

I shook my head again. “No sir, I wasn’t aware.”

The officer scratched his chin. “You don’t say?”

Grace adjusted in her seat, leaning over me to look at the officer. “Officer….” She squinted, trying to read his badge. “Bilger. Officer Bilger, we were just trying to spend a few minutes in peace before we headed home. You see, I have a four-year-old son who loves Dean very much and won’t give us a moment to…well…for….I mean, you know what I mean.”

The officer chuckled. “I have two little ones at home, ma’am. I understand. But public nudity and fornication is illegal and punishable by,” as he spoke he peered into the car. “Well, I’ll be damned. Dean Goldsmith?”

I groaned, hoping only Grace heard it. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m a huge fan. Followed you since the draft. Rough couple of games. You gotta figure something out soon my man…” His voice trailed off and then he took a step back. “I see what you’re thinking here. Might help. But you gotta go somewhere else.”

I laughed this time. “I understand. Thank you, officer.”

Officer Bilger grinned. “Anything for my team. But, uh…” He took off his hat. “Can I get a picture with you before I go?”

Grace covered her mouth with her other hand to muffle her giggle.

“Sure, just give me one second.” I looked at Officer Bilger and then down at my lap.

He coughed and turned his back to us. I adjusted myself back in my pants, mock glaring at Grace as she snickered.

Five minutes later, Grace had taken three shots of us, and Officer Bilger and I had several selfies for his collection. He sent us off with a hearty, “Go Bears!”

As we pulled out of the parking lot, Grace leaned over and dragged her tongue along the shell of my ear. “Shame we got caught, but we’ll finish at home.” I shuddered, and she bit down on my lobe. “Oh, and go Bears!”