Single Mom's Protector - Complete Series

by Nella Tyler

  He came to me and reached his hand around my neck to pull my face towards him. A current ran through my body when my lips met his, and I shivered deliciously despite myself. I was no longer tired; in fact I didn’t care if I ever slept again.

  “I want you, Bennett, right now. I want you inside of me.”

  His mouth possessed mine once again and his tongue found mine with urgency, claiming it for himself. I backed away from him and laid down on the bed, spreading my legs open for him. He was beside himself with passion and he began kissing my lips, face, and neck.

  “I’m ready, baby. Don’t worry.”

  He slid his hand between my legs to check and smiled when he realized it was true. He pushed inside of me roughly, eliciting a cry from me. My head went back, and he pushed into me rhythmically over and over again.

  “Emmi, you feel good, sweetie, real good.”

  I moaned with pleasure, I couldn’t get enough of his cock. This man possessed my body with very little effort. I was a slave to the pleasure he was giving my body. My mind swam in and out, and I thought I would lose control when I came onto his cock.

  “Yes, sweetie. Oh, Emmi, I can feel you.”

  He bent forward, kissing my mouth and lingering for a few more kisses, pushing inside me slowly. He began to pick up the pace, hearing me cry out for him.

  The pleasure he was giving me was immense. I had never been touched like this before and I felt naughty around him, but it felt perfectly right. He was my perfect match.

  He rocked inside me, causing a tension to build up inside. I knew I was about to orgasm again, and I cried out for him to join me. He continued to pump himself inside me harder and harder as I swam in the most amazing orgasm. It lingered longer than normal and I felt dizzy because of it. He cried out above me as he joined in my orgasm, making the moment that much more perfect for me.

  “Wasn't today so much better than me going to practice?”

  I laughed. “It sure was.”

  He pulled out of me, and we lay side by side in bed. I nuzzled tight into him enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.

  We fell asleep that night in each other’s arms, and I couldn’t remember a time I felt happier.

  Chapter Eight

  Although my Saturday had been amazing, spending all day and all night with Bennett, it slowly became a habit. What was supposed to be a onetime occurrence not only happened once again, but twice. He had missed three practices in a row, and I was starting to get worried. He just kept showing up at my place looking for things to do, and I literally had the same deer caught in the headlights look every time. I didn't know what to do or why he was behaving that way.

  He continued to insist on spending all this time with me. Although I was deeply flattered that our relationship was progressing so well and that I clearly had a guy that adored me, I knew it was bad news for him to be at my place instead of going to practice. It was actually pretty insane that he wasn't seeing it himself.

  We had argued the second time he missed over the situation and I was loathed to have to do it again. I wasn't his mother, but I was starting to feel like it. He was acting foolish, and it wasn't like we couldn't spend time together after his practices.

  He seemed so happy to be with me, though, that I didn't know what to say to him when he showed up there the third time. I couldn't bring myself to say anything again. He knew how I felt about it from our last conversation and I wasn't sure why he didn't see how important practice was. Yes, Bennett had a natural talent that allowed him to get away with more than others, but three practices? It was just unheard of for a player to miss so much time on field when he had the hopes of going pro.

  I didn't want him to think I was pushing him away or didn't want to spend time with him because that wasn't the case at all. I loved every moment I had with him and that was why it was so hard to have those talks with him. But I was starting to feel helpless because I didn't want him to mess up his career because of me.

  Normally I would have asked Connie for some advice, but I couldn't do it this time. I knew exactly what she would say to me. That he was doing something wrong and I needed to say something to him. She would tell me he was being ridiculous and needed to get back on the field to practice. And I knew all these things were true, I just didn't know how to tell Bennett. I felt like I had already spoke my mind and he knew how I felt about it, so why keep bringing it up? I didn't want those talks to push him away from me and never come back.

  I didn't know what to do, I just felt so helpless.

  Chapter Nine

  I looked at Bennett in dismay the fourth time he showed up at my door on a Saturday morning. I knew damn well he was supposed to be at practice, and I was beginning to think that he must be on some kind of self-destructive path, though I couldn't imagine why he would be. This was his dream, the one that he had been fighting for all this time. Through all those allegations, he had been fighting for that very career and now he was risking it just for some pillow talk with me – it just didn't make any sense.

  “Bennett, what on earth are you doing here? This has gone on long enough. You have to be at practice, this is your career. Why are you missing the practices?”

  He frowned. “Come on, babe. Don't be like that. I missed you so much. As soon as I got up this morning, I was dying to see you. Why are you making me feel bad?”

  My heart melted a little. “Bennett, that is sweet as hell. But seriously, what are you doing here? You can miss me during practice and then come over.”

  I was trying to stay as calm as possible, but I was totally and completely freaking out on the inside.

  “Please, Bennett.”

  “Look, sweetheart, we don't have time for this right now. I have set up a wonderful lunch for us and the reservation won't wait forever. I'm not in the big times yet.”

  “Reservation? What are you talking about?”

  “Come on, get your things. Let's go, beautiful.”

  I grabbed my purse and slipped on some sandals before he whisked me out of the apartment without another word. I was speechless during the whole ride to the restaurant.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Our special spot, of course.”

  He was speaking about a restaurant we had been to a few times recently that had the best lamb I had ever tasted. It had become our special spot because we went there so regularly and they treated us so well. The owner happened to be a baseball fan and treated Bennett like he was already in the big leagues.

  I considered bringing up the practice on the drive there, but he seemed so excited about being with me that I felt bad at the thought of criticizing him.

  I sat sipping a glass of white wine at our table on the balcony when I saw Bennett approaching the table, coming back from the bathroom.

  “I went ahead and ordered a bottle of white wine, I hope you don't mind.”

  “Of course I don't, Emmi. You can have anything you want.”

  Except a boyfriend that attends practices when he is supposed to? I kept that thought to myself, although many such thoughts were just sitting on the tip of my tongue.

  “Thank you, Emmi, for being so supportive of my career and everything that I do with it. I have been so happy lately; I just want to thank you. I have such a great time with you.”

  Well, so much for bringing up the practices again. I was starting to think that I would never be able to talk to him about that. He needed to get back on the field to prepare for his next game, and it was just downright foolish of him to think that he could miss that many practices just because he was talented. I wondered what his coach thought and why he wasn't dragging him over there by the ears. They were usually really good about that. It shouldn't be up to his girlfriend to get him out on the field. What if I knew nothing about the game? I would totally assume that he was good to miss any practice that he wanted.

  When the waiter arrived, we ordered our lamb dinners and I tried to enjoy my time with him.

  After dinner, he had ta
ken me sailing which was something I had never done before. It was a very freeing experience, and we bonded even more over it. He had taken some classes before, but he allowed me to take control at one point and it was the best feeling in the world. Well, being with Bennett was actually the best feeling in the world, but this one had been a close second. I was having so much fun with him, but the whole time it had been tainted by the fact that I knew he should have been at practice instead of with me.

  I considered telling him I couldn't hang out with him anymore in the mornings and try to force him to consider going to practice. Would he go or would he just find something else to do with his time? I was confident he would return to practices, but I felt ridiculous even considering giving him that kind of ultimatum. But I was at a loss as to what to do, if anything, about him missing practices. I couldn't get mad at him because he just got mad, too.

  “Hey, babe, do you want to go home?” He had that look in his eyes that drove me crazy. I was going to have to deal with this one way or another, but right now I just wanted him inside me.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “What do you say about sleeping at my place tonight? Maybe we can cook some dinner and watch a movie.”

  “Sure, that sounds great.”

  He frowned. “Is everything okay, love? You seem a little down.”

  He was perceptive, too, not just gorgeous. But now was clearly not the time to get into things. Maybe before we watched the movie I could sit him down and reason with him.

  “No, I'm okay. Just a little tired, that's all.”

  “Okay, let's get you back to my place, then.”

  He put his arm around me as we headed back to his car.

  Chapter Ten

  We hung out for the rest of the day at Bennett's apartment. We watched some sports, talked, and cuddled throughout the day. I was looking at a recipe book I had found in his apartment trying to decide what we should make for dinner that evening. Bennett had made me some tea and I was sipping it as I flipped through the pages. I was thinking of making some pasta, but worried that it was too heavy after our lunch of lamb.

  “Hey, baby, what are you doing?”

  “Trying to figure out what you should cook me for dinner.”

  “Oh, is that right? So what did you come up with?” he asked with a laugh.

  “I'm thinking pasta.”

  “That sounds fantastic, and you can have whatever you want – even a pasta cooking baseball player.”

  I giggled. “Well, that sounds good to me.”

  He kissed me on the mouth and I felt heat radiate throughout my body. Oh those kisses! His tongue found mine and there was that electricity. He moaned.

  “Actually, I think I'm going to have dessert first.”

  “Me, too,” I giggled.

  He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. We barely got through the door before we started ripping off our clothes.

  His kisses were deep and almost desperate, his tongue seeking mine out. I ached so badly for him. His lips kissed and kissed again never wanting to leave my lips. My body was on fire and I was breathless with anticipation. I clung to him, my body hungry for his. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I moaned greedily, tasting his lips and tongue. I had never wanted someone more in my life and I dared to hope I would never want for him again. He was there to stay, he had assured me of that much by his constant attention.

  I felt my panties get wet as he trailed his kisses down my jawline to my neck. I was ready for him instantly and this was just the beginning. His kisses were electric, and he kissed my chest and began to lift the shirt over my head. I helped him undo my bra and tossed it aside. His mouth was on my nipples teasing me with the warmth. My nipples grew hard and ached like the rest of my body. He flicked them with his tongue and grabbed my ass from behind. I moaned excitedly. He undid his pants and dropped them to his knees before stepping out of them. He helped me take off my pants and slid his hand inside my panties. The look on his face when he realized I was dripping for him was enough to drive me over the edge.

  He lifted me up into his arms and impaled me with his cock. I was completely at his mercy in his arms. He bounced me up and down on his cock, and I melted with pleasure. He was hitting every nerve inside of me, making my head swim. He carried me to his bed and laid me out. I gasped when he slid his cock out of me, wishing he would return.

  Instead he bent down and licked my opening, tasting all of me. He sucked on my clit until I came and continued to lick me until I begged him to come back inside of me. Not quite ready to, Bennett put a finger inside me and pleased me to the point of another climax. He rhythmically stroked me inside watching my face fill with ecstasy.

  “Bennett, please, I need you.”

  “Emmi baby, you feel incredible.”

  He groaned when he plunged in, feeling every inch of me. He pumped inside me slowly at first, allowing tension to build up inside both of us. I cried out his name and he almost went over the edge. He bent down and kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues finding each other again. He pumped me faster, an ache growing inside him. I begged for more, and he plunged in deeper, hitting the all-important G-spot.

  I could not get enough of him. He was big and that wasn’t the best part – the best part was he knew exactly how to please every part of my body, and I came on his cock repeatedly and still he would not stop.

  “Bennett, oh Bennett, you feel so good.”

  He pumped me harder, making me scream his name. I could feel the excitement building inside him and when I tensed within as another orgasm hit me, he came at the same time, filling me up inside.

  “Oh God, Bennett. Wow, that was just amazing.”

  “Let's go again.”

  I gasped. “Let me shower first.” I laughed as I ran to the shower.

  I shampooed and conditioned my hair, making sure to drag it out and make him wait for me. I washed my body all over and then just stood underneath the water, letting it pour all over me. My hair soaked through and it felt just glorious. I was startled when the door to the shower opened. Bennett stood there naked and sexy before me. His arm reached around me and turned off the shower.

  “You are taking too long, so I thought I would come and help you.”

  His cock was growing hard before my eyes, and I reached out to touch him.

  “Not so fast there, princess.” He knelt down before me and licked my pussy slowly and carefully. I gasped. He licked around my opening, teasing me and plunging his tongue inside.

  “Mmm, that feels good, Bennett.” He inserted a finger inside me and made love to me slowly and then with increasing speed, while he sucked on my clit. I had to brace myself against the walls of the shower for fear I would pass out.

  “Oh God, Bennett.” He licked every inch of me, tasting my pussy and returning to suck my clit. Between his fingers and the tension building from my clit, my body was building up for a climax. I moaned deeply and it just turned him on more. He sucked harder, and I came with an explosive orgasm.

  Spent, I looked down at him with joy. “That was amazing. Now it’s my turn.”

  “No, no, sweetheart, this was all for you.” He stepped out of the shower to find his clothes.

  “No way.” I followed him and jumped on his back, which caused us both to topple to the ground where we wrestled around until my mouth found his and I kissed him passionately.

  “What I want is you. So I suggest you give me what I want.” I stood up and returned to the shower. I put my palms against the wall of the shower and faced my bum towards him. He seemed to get the message loud and clear because he couldn’t get up fast enough and he returned to my side, pressing up against my bottom. He slid inside me and pumped me doggy style, enjoying every moan that came out of me.

  He was so deep inside me that I could barely stand it. I thought I would lose my mind as he pumped me hard and fast. I came hard against his cock and he finished right after me. He laid his head against my back. I loved feeling him so near to me. He turn
ed on the shower again so we could both clean up.

  The whole experience had been so intimate and special that I just wanted to be even closer to him. He lay on his back on the bed and I rested on his chest. His body was overheated from the shower and it felt nice and cozy lying with him.

  I knew that I was really good for Bennett, more so than I originally thought. We just fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. We matched and I believed that we would make each other very happy. Did it really matter that he missed practice every once in awhile as long as we progressed as a couple? He was at the top of his game, surely it didn't really matter that much. He surely had the talent for the game and that alone would take him further having practices or not. Being so close to him like that made me believe that everything was going to be okay.

  I was startled to hear a rather loud knock on the front door; it was almost as if someone was trying to pound it down.

  “What on earth is that?”

  We both sat up in the bed, our moment together lost by the racket.

  Bennett's brown was furrowed when he said, “I have no idea, let me go check.”

  “I'll come with you.”

  “No, let me handle this. It's probably best that I go alone. I have no idea who is banging on the door.”

  I thought it was weird that he didn't want me to come with him, but it was his home, so I needed to respect that. I hoped it wasn't an old girlfriend that showed up...or a new one? Oh, there was no point in even thinking like that, I was bound to drive myself nuts if I did.