Single Mom's Protector - Complete Series

by Nella Tyler

“Oh. Emmi, you sound so sexy. I love it.”

  He wasn't finished with me yet, though. He pounded his fingers into me hard as I arched back, forcing my hips to meet his thrusts. I screamed as an orgasm ripped through my body. I panted as he took his fingers out and put them in his mouth to clean them up.

  “Oh God, Bennett, that's so sexy.”

  After I came for the third time, I thought that we were done for the night. A little oral sex was more than fine with me. We had always gone to sex, sticking with oral was fun, as well. But Bennett had others plans. “I’m ready to fuck you now, Emmi.”

  That was the best thing I had heard all night and something I had been waiting forever since he had shown up that afternoon.

  He entered me in the missionary position. He placed my legs up on his shoulders so that he could get really deep inside me. He moved slowly inside me, making my pussy throb every time he went in deep.

  “Bennett, your cock feels so good. I can't get enough of it. God, this feels good.”

  He pushed into me, picking up the pace, and I came against his cock, making him hornier than ever. He came at the same time as me, which excited me immensely.

  “Oh God, Bennett that was so good. All of it, I loved it.”

  He rolled off of me and lay next to me, exhausted. “Who says a quickie can't be great.”

  I giggled. “It was delicious. Thank you.”

  “Oh, believe me, I should be thanking you. That was incredible.”

  “What do you say we get some cuddling time in before my game?”

  I smiled and nuzzled into him, loving every idea that he had.

  “Actually, I change my mind, I want some more.” I giggled.

  “Well, the lady shall get whatever she wants.”

  I started stroking his cock once again. He felt great in my hands and he was all mine. I was using a different method that time, almost kneading it instead of stroking it. It didn't matter either way, I felt him growing hard in my hands. My soft mouth went on his cock and he moaned loudly as I slid over his cock slowly. I sucked him painfully slow, making him throb. He was moaning, and the sound was making me wet all over again. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me once again. His cock was rock hard in my mouth and I wanted him inside me. I took my mouth off and climbed on top of him straddling him.

  “Hey there, handsome. I want to go for a ride.”

  He was grinning at me, and his handsome smile drove me wild.

  I sat down on his cock and rocked into him, riding his cock as if I were late for something. He was so deep within me that it caused me to moan with each thrust. He was thick and hard and so deep that I gasped when he moved his hips into my thrusts.

  “Oh God, Emmi, what are you doing to my cock, baby, that's so good. Oh, I love when you ride me, baby.”

  “You feel fantastic, Bennett. I can't get enough of your cock.”

  His moans were making me crazy. I could feel a build-up inside of me and I knew an orgasm was coming.

  I continued grinding his cock with my pussy and my arms were above my head as I rode his cock. Seeing Bennett beneath me with ecstasy written all over his face was making me so turned on.

  “Oh, Bennett, baby, I'm going to cum.”

  “I'm right there with you, sweetheart. Let’s do it together.”

  I moaned loudly as an orgasm crashed through me. I shuddered as delicious ripples of pleasure went through my whole body. Bennett felt amazing and I cried out his name.

  “Darling, I'm going to explode.” I felt him spill into me as I continued to ride him throughout his orgasm. When he was finished, I collapsed on his chest, feeling very spent. I rolled over and lay on the bed beside him.

  “Now we can cuddle.”

  He took me in his arms and I felt so safe there.

  Chapter Six

  Bennett and I lay in bed together in each other’s arms. It had been a really long time since I felt that good. It wasn't just the sex; it was everything. Being with Bennett and every single way was the best part of any day. I was so glad that we had been able to get back on track. And we were able to do it without getting into a major fight, which was a good thing. Seeing Bennett at my door had been a surprise, ending up in bed with him again had been an even bigger surprise. But it was all good. I couldn't have asked for a better day. This was what I wanted most in my life, Bennett beside me in my bed.

  As much as we wanted to lie in bed together for the entire evening, we both knew that we couldn't. Bennett had a game to play, and I had to write about it, which meant that we had to get out of that bed quickly. That second round of sex had taken up more time than we had thought. I smiled at the thought of what had happened between us. Yummy! It had been a delicious afternoon. I almost wished he didn't have a game to play; I wanted to return to bed with Bennett and try some new positions. I also wanted to snuggle with him for the rest of the day. That would have been amazing. But alas, my superstar needed to get to his game and rock the crowd’s world. That was what he needed to do in order to be great. I wanted to be by his side and see him do just that. I was going to write an incredible article. That way he would get some great exposure.

  We both got dressed as quickly as possible, sharing smiles as we did so. I felt so close to Bennett in that moment and it surprised me how far we had grown apart over the past month and how easily it was to get back on track when we both really wanted that. I never wanted us to get back off track again. I just want to be with Bennett – possibly forever if I got the chance. He was everything I ever wanted in a man and I had been foolish to almost lose him.

  The game was going to start soon, but we couldn't drive together. Bennett needed to get there early and would need to do what he had to do without worrying about giving me a ride there. So I would ride there separately, which wasn't a big deal to me. I knew I would see him later. Things were starting to work out the way that they were supposed to. I was feeling really good about how the day had gone between us. My only regret was I didn't realize sooner the kind of mistake that I was about to make with him. I had been foolish to try to make him choose between his career and me and even if he had chosen me, he wouldn't have been as happy as he could be with both. That was something I really need to realize, that it wasn't just about me or even just about the love that I had for Bennett. It was about both of us having a life separately doing the things that we love, while still being together in a relationship and loving that part of things, as well. I didn't need to make Bennett choose between his career and me. I needed to embrace his love of baseball as best as I could and love him anyways. Through that love, he would find me, as well, and we would only grow stronger because of it. Everything was going to be all right now. I had to believe in that.

  I knew what I had to do now in order to make our relationship successful. I resolved that instead of fighting with Bennett and trying to make him choose between baseball and me, I would do the opposite and embrace his passion as if it was my own. I knew now that he was going to take in the consideration that I needed to be a priority, as well, so that fear was completely gone from my mind. He was going to put the effort that he needed to in order to make sure that not only was he happy, I was happy as well. That was how we were going to be successful. Like he said, he wanted us to both feel fulfilled and satisfied in the relationship and that meant that we would both have to make certain sacrifices to make sure that we were both happy.

  I was going to make even more of an effort to encourage him with his career. Instead of being someone who was arguing against that, I wanted to be a part of the thing that made him so happy. That way, I could get the best of both worlds. Being with Bennett and enjoying the passion he shared, that we both shared, for the love of baseball.

  Chapter Seven

  With my beer in hand, I sat in the seats watching the man that I loved. God, I love the sport, but I love to Bennett even more. Bennett was throwing a perfect game, not that I was surprised. The guy was all talent, all the way.

  I had some o
f the best seats in the house, thanks to my father who always provided me with great seats anytime I want to go to any baseball game. He sent them to me in advance. I would have seats available if and when I chose to go to a game. Being around a live game made me so happy, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. It was rare that I ever missed the game, and I wouldn't have it any other way. There I was, grinning like an idiot every time Bennett pitched the ball. I was just so proud of him all the time.

  There he was out in the field, looking as handsome and sexy as I had ever seen him. His passion just brought out a huge sex appeal in him. It was no surprise, when people are passionate about the things in their lives they typically tend to have a glow. I loved him even more as I watched him do the thing that made him so happy, the thing that he loved so much. It made me embarrassed that I had ever thought that I could take this away from him and that he would still be happy. It was a foolish thing for me to think that I could control him in that way. I shouldn't even want to control him in that way, this was his passion; this was the thing that he loved the most. And although he loved me, too, he needed this in order to be happy, as well. I wanted to be part of this journey more than anything. I wanted him to know that I was always gonna be by his side whenever he needed me, that I wasn't going anywhere. He would know that he had a strong woman by his side cheering him on whenever he needed it. And he would need me in more than one way and I would always be there for him.

  Every time Bennett made a good pitch, I saw him look over at me and smile, as though he was telling me that he was doing it all for me. And maybe he was. His smile was sexy and it was part of what drove the crowd wild, the female crowd, anyways. Every time he did it, I couldn't help but grin like an idiot. I would smile back at him and the game would carry on. I would wait for him to smile at me again before he would throw his pitch. Then he would smile at me if the pitch went well. It was like were telling our own special love story during that game, and no one was the wiser.

  Everything was going so great, it made me wish that my father had come to this game, this important game that Bennett was doing so well in. This was the one that my father should have seen, more than any other game before. I wanted him to see Bennett right now in this moment, to see him so happy doing the thing that he loved the most. Because if that wasn't the performance of a major league player, then I didn't know what was. I couldn't believe how well he was doing and I couldn't help but wish that my father was seen it all right before his eyes. He would be pretty proud of Bennett, regardless of the mistakes Bennett had made in the past. Maybe then he would see that you truly could be a superstar and fall in love all at the same time. Maybe he wouldn't be so judgmental of relationships and put so much pressure on Bennett to be amazing but to not have anything else in his life. It wasn't fair to ask someone to have nothing but a career and to give up the chance of love when you could do both.

  The more I thought about my father being at that game, it occurred to me that he had mentioned wanting to go to that particular game. There is a chance that maybe he was here after all. He certainly wasn't that great at getting in touch with me when he came to town anymore, so it was quite possible that he was there and I knew nothing about it. I would have loved for him to be there with me, drinking beer and watching the game. We hadn't done that in awhile and I would have loved to connect with him. I missed my father. As much as he had caused trouble in my relationship, I wanted him in my life and I loved the days where we used to go to the beach for our walks and drink beer at ball games or over a steak dinner. My heart filled with love every time I thought about my father, I hoped that he would show up to the game. It would complete my day for sure.

  The thought almost slipped from my mind when my cell phone started to ring. I didn't recognize the number as I stared down at my ringing phone. I wondered who it could be. It was kind of bad timing for me to be answering my ringing telephone during the game, but I wasn't sure if it was important.

  “Hello?” I answered, completely befuddled as to who would be calling me. I knew most of the numbers that called me on my cell phone and it was rare that I ever got a call from a number I didn't recognize.

  “Is Emmi there?”

  “Speaking,” I said confused. I didn't recognize the voice on the phone.

  “Emmi, the reason that I'm calling is because your father has been admitted to the hospital.”

  “Oh my God, what? The local hospital?” My heart was beating fast in my chest. Oh God, what was happening to my father?

  “Yes. Apparently your father was on his way to the big game tonight when he collapsed. He was rushed to the hospital immediately and that is the reason for my call. Can you come down here immediately?”

  “Yes, of course. I will be there as soon as I can.” Tears came to my eyes when I thought about my father in the hospital. It was crazy how I had been just thinking about him when I got the phone call. Maybe there was something inside of me that was telling me that something was wrong with him. Maybe that was why he had come to my mind – he was in trouble and needed me.

  I couldn't imagine my father in the hospital, helpless. He was always such a strong man mentally and physically that it was hard to imagine him collapsing anywhere. God, what if he died? I couldn't even bear the thought of losing him like that. My mother was gone; I could not lose him, as well.

  I left my beer behind and ran out of the stands. I needed to get to my father immediately to find out what had happened to him. I needed to get to him as soon as possible before it was too late.

  Chapter Eight

  Everything was happening so fast, my mind was just spinning with the phone call. As I made my way out of the stands, I noticed that Bennett looked over at me just before I ran out of the stadium. I had no time to notify him of anything. I needed to get out of the stadium as soon as possible, and get to the hospital. I didn't have time to tell anyone where I was going, I just need to get out of there as fast as possible. I wasn't sure what was going on with my father, but I didn't want to waste any time. If there was a chance that his condition was serious, I needed to be there with him. I was not going to be one of those people that showed up to the hospital too late. I wasn't sure what the nurse had meant when she said that my father collapsed. Was it a heart attack? Why had he collapsed? That was the answer that I need to get – and quickly.

  I wished that I could tell Bennett what was going on, but I didn't want anything to distract him from his game, nor did I have the time to tell him. I would've tried to give him a look, but my panicked heart just forced me out of that stadium as fast as possible.

  It took me a tortuously long 10-minute ride to get to the hospital. I wanted to vomit all the way there. I was so upset. I probably should have taken the opportunity to call someone, anyone, to meet me at the hospital. But the only thing I could think of was my father and how I need to get there to be with him. I could have called Connie or left a message for Bennett, but all I could think about was my father. He was the only thing that I could think of, he was the only person on my mind, and I feared what kind of news I would hear once I arrived.

  I parked my car and ran to the front doors of the hospital. The doors opened quickly as I approached, as if they knew just how serious the situation was. They knew I could not wait to open the door myself they just swung aside and let me in. I ran to the front desk and demanded to know where my father was. The attending nurse gave me his room number and I ran down the hallway as fast as my legs could carry me.

  I burst into his room where he was lying in the bed with the doctor standing beside him. He was awake, thank God, and I could tell just by looking at him that he was going to be all right. I wasn't sure what had happened, but at least I knew that he was going to be all right.

  “Oh my God, Daddy, what happened?”

  “It's okay, Emmi. There is no need to be upset. I'm fine.”

  “Daddy, if you were fine, you wouldn't be laying in a hospital bed. Now tell me what happened.”

  “Do
n't you worry your little head about what happened. I don't want you worrying about nothing.”

  “What are you talking about, Daddy?”

  I looked up at the doctor for an explanation. By the look on his face he looked quite surprised by my father's responses.

  “Well, as much as I would like to agree with your father, it's not as easy as it sounds. Your father suffered from a heart attack on the way to the baseball game. He is very lucky to have pulled through it, it was a good thing that he was able to get to the hospital as quickly as he did.”

  “Oh, come on now. There is no need to get her worried and worked up,” my father said.

  “Dad, please, you're not helping, and if you are sick you should be honest with me. I want the truth, even if it is scary.”

  I looked back at the doctor and asked, “Is he going to be alright? Honestly, just tell me.”

  “Yes, your father is going to be just fine. The worst is over and he will recover. You have nothing further to worry about.”

  “Thank you.”

  I looked back at my father and I bent over to hug him tight. I didn't like the thought of him being helpless. My father was always strong. It scared me to think that a heart attack could rip him away from me.

  “I love you, Daddy, and I'm not leaving your side.”

  Chapter Nine

  “Hey there, Emmi, is everything okay?”

  Confused, I looked up at my father and he was smiling knowingly. I could imagine who was talking to me, that the voice is so familiar. I turned around to see Bennett standing behind me. Why wasn't he at the game? What was he doing there, standing right behind me in such a natural way that it was like he belonged in the first place? Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stood there, confusedly staring at him. How had he knowing that I was there? How did he get there so fast? “Bennett, what are you doing here? How on earth did you even know I was here?”