Warning Track

by Meghan Quinn

  Brady drilled a ball right back up the center as he thought about how, in a few short months, his life was going to change dramatically. Jane had Lucy and Patty, her employees, taking over all the logistics of JB Events so Jane could take some time off and raise their child. It was her dream to have a baby and be a stay-at-home mom and Brady would do anything to make that happen.

  Crack.

  The ball bounced off his bat with lightning speed to the right center of the cage, letting Brady know he could have probably stretched that ball into a double if he was on a field.

  The pitching machine rotated another ball through as Brady drew his foot up and drove his hands through the hitting zone. He made contact with the ball and sent his hands around his back as he watched the ball skim right past the pitching machine.

  Fuck, he was on fire.

  He swung his bat over the plate as he waited for another ball to be thrown when his phone started ringing Jane’s special ring tone. Not even thinking twice, Brady dropped his bat and went over to the bench where his phone and PowerAde were resting.

  “Hello?” Brady said, almost in a panic, because she never bothered him while he was in the cages unless it was an emergency. “Jane, is everything alright?”

  “Hey, handsome,” she said with a light tone, making Brady expel all his pent-up breath.

  “Jane, is everything okay?”

  “Of course, why?”

  “Because you’re calling me while I’m in the cages…”

  “Oh, shoot, I forgot that’s what you were doing. Damn pregnancy brain. I’m sorry, I’ll let you go.”

  “Nah, it’s alright, sweet thing. I need a break. What’s going on?”

  “Well…” she was silent on the other end of the line and Brady was about to ask her what was wrong once again when she continued to talk, “I was thinking that maybe you could come home soon.”

  “Yeah, why is that? Do you need help with something? Don’t lift anything, I know once you get your mind set on something, you have to get it done right away, but please, don’t lift anything. I’ll do it right when I get home.”

  “I don’t need anything lifted.”

  “Oh, then what is it?”

  “Well, you see, I went to the salon earlier today and had a little hair removal treatment and now that everything is bare, I can feel every single swipe of my silk thong against my skin and…fuck, Brady I am so horny right now, I need you.”

  And just like that, Brady was hard as a rock as he turned off the pitching machine, grabbed his drink and bat and headed to the locker room.

  “Babe, you’re killing me.”

  “I’m sorry, but my hormones are out of whack, my pussy is wet and I need some Brady Matthews inside of me. Will you come home now?”

  “I think I can manage, but when I get home, since I’m doing you a favor here, I want you to do me one.”

  Jane laughed into the phone. “You’re doing me a favor? Oh, okay…let’s hear it. What kind of favor do you want?”

  Brady licked his lips as he grabbed his keys and wallet and walked out to his car as quickly as possible. “I want you wearing your red thong with black lace, hair down, tits hanging out, waiting for my fingers and I want you on all fours on our bed by the time I get home.”

  “And if I don’t?” she asked breathlessly.

  Starting his car, Brady pulled out of the parking lot and drove as fast as he could to the home he shared with his perfect wife. “Then your ass is going to be ripe by the time I’m through with you.”

  “That’s not much of a punishment, Mr. Matthews.”

  “We’re a bit sassy today, aren’t we, Mrs. Matthews?”

  “Just trying to figure out my options.”

  “You have none. Get to it, pip-squeak. I want that pert ass of yours in the air by the time I get home. You have ten minutes.”

  A squeal escaped her lips as Brady listened to her shuffling around, trying to do as he said.

  “Alright, I have to go if I’m going to look halfway decent for you.”

  “You know you always look beautiful to me, sweet thing.”

  “Save it, Matthews, you’re getting laid no matter what. Please, just get home in one piece.”

  Brady chuckled as he hung up the phone and put his foot on the pedal. He had a steel rod poking through his shorts and a horny wife at home waiting for him. He needed to get home as soon as Atlanta traffic would allow him.

  **Jane**

  Lying on the bed, Jane waited for Brady’s arrival, naked except for the thong of his choice. She knew he wanted her on all fours, but she wasn’t going to stay like that until he actually got home. She would tire easily if she did that, especially with the little rounded belly she had now.

  The front door opened and slammed quickly, indicating Brady was home. She quickly got into position as she heard him toss his keys onto the side table in the entry way and scale the stairs.

  “You better be ready,” his deep voice called out as he got closer to the room.

  The minute he threw their bedroom door open, she knew she’d pleased him by his sharp intake of air.

  “Fuck, you look good.”

  Jane looked over and saw Brady standing in the doorway, breathing heavily and sporting an amazing hard on through his Nike shorts. She smiled to herself as she took in the man she married. He was perfect in every way. Tall, dark, and handsome with green eyes that pierced her soul, muscles that rippled with his every move and the mouth of a god.

  Slowly, he tore off his clothes and stalked toward her, never wavering his eyes from hers.

  Once he’d sidled up next to her, he stroked her bare back ever so gently, sending a tingling sensation through her body.

  “Are you ready for me, sweet thing?”

  “More than ready,” she responded, as she tried to wrap her mind around the light strokes Brady was delivering with his fingers. He was only running his fingers up and down her back with an occasional touch of her backside, but he had her wet and yearning in a matter of seconds. Damn pregnancy hormones.

  “Good, because I’m not much of a patient man right now, not when your ass is pressed up in the air like that and your gorgeous tits are floating, just begging for my touch.” And just like that, his hands were fondling her breasts, squeezing and pulling with just enough force to drive her crazy and make her moan with delight.

  “That feel good?” he asked, as he leaned over her back and whispered into her ear. She could feel the eagerness of his erection behind her as he pressed himself against the cleft of her ass.

  “Yes, really good.”

  “Tell me if I hurt you, okay? I know some things are sensitive.”

  “Brady, I want you to be rough, please, I need it.”

  “Baby, I just don’t want to hurt you…”

  Jane thrust her hips back into Brady’s erection, making him hiss in pleasure.

  “Damn it, Jane, I’m trying to take my time here.”

  “I swear to God, Brady, if you don’t plow into me right now, I’m going to take care of myself.”

  Brady twisted Jane’s nipple with his index finger and thumb. The sensation was exactly what Jane needed. She threw her head back and moaned, exposing her neck for Brady’s taking. His lips found the sweet spot between her neck and collarbone and he took advantage of it, driving her crazy with his mouth as he tweaked her nipples at the same time.

  Slowly, his lips moved up to her ear, sending chills sprouting all over her skin. His tongue lightly grazed her lobe as he pulled on her nipple, making her scream in pleasure.

  “You still want to finger fuck yourself or would you mind if I continued to take over?”

  “Take over, God, please take over.”

  “Can you clarify? Do you want me or do you want God?”

  “Brady…” Jane said in a warning tone, making him chuckle.

  “Impatient today,” he breathed close to her. His hand dropped down her body and skimmed from her ribs down to the strap of her thong. “This,
my dear, has to go.” In one quick movement, Brady ripped her thong off and ran his hand down to her wet center. “Sweet Jesus, Jane. You’re so goddamn wet.”

  Starting to get tired of holding herself up, Jane leaned on her forearms and rested her head to the side, leaving her ass in the air for Brady.

  The movement startled him as he looked around and met her eyes. “You okay, Jane?”

  She nodded as her lids were heavy with pleasure. “I just need you, Brady.”

  Brady smiled and then positioned himself right behind her. He grabbed his dick and moved the head of it up and down her slick folds, causing Jane to moan once again at the pleasure Brady was giving her.

  “Stop teasing me,” she breathed out.

  And just like that, Brady plunged inside of her, making Jane cry out in pleasure. His hands gripped her hips as he situated himself deep inside of her.

  “You feel so damn good, Jane. You’ll always feel so damn good to me,” Brady said, as he leaned over her back and whispered in her ear.

  Jane pushed her hips back for some friction, but Brady held still and slowly moved his hands so they were holding her very sensitive breasts. His palms gripped her breasts in full as his fingers moved over her nipples. She breathed heavily as Brady started to move her hips as he continued to play with her nipples.

  “Yes…yes, Brady. Just like that,” she muttered into the comforter as Brady continued his attack.

  The feel of his thick and rigid dick working its way in and out of her had her legs going weak and her mind spinning. He always did this to her; he made her feel out of control and yet treasured at the same time. She easily got lost in his body, in his words, in the way he made her skin ripple with desire.

  Brady’s pace picked up as she sensed his urgency. His hands worked down to her clit, parting her lips and flipping a finger over her bundle of nerves. The minute his finger touched her, her head flew back, the world turned black, and a distant cry came from her lips as she bucked against Brady. Her entire pussy clenched and rocketed off as she came all around his cock. Her intense orgasm sent Brady flying over quickly after.

  Once every last drop released from his body, he collapsed his chest onto her back and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close to him.

  Kissing her back, he said softly, “I love you, pip-squeak.”

  “I love you too, handsome.”

  “Do you think we hurt the squirt in there?”

  “No, how many times do I have to tell you that?”

  “Every time,” he laughed into her shoulder as he pulled her around so she was now resting on his chest and he was lying on his back. “I just love you and our little girl so damn much. I don’t want to do anything wrong.”

  Jane looked down at her husband and felt herself sigh. How did she get so damn lucky? He was once known as the ladies’ man of Atlanta, but in truth, he was sensitive, sweet and caring…one of the best men she had ever met. She thought back to the day she met him in Deuces and how they danced together, not really even knowing each other. A part of her knew at that moment that she was lost forever, lost in a pair of green eyes.

  “You’re not going to do anything wrong,” Jane reassured, as she rubbed his cheek with her thumb. “You are the perfect husband and father. Believe me, the squirt and I are lucky to have you in our lives.”

  “Now you’re just buttering me up,” he said with a smile.

  “And why would I do that?”

  “Because you can’t get enough of my dick.”

  “Brady!” Jane playfully swatted his chest. “God, men.” She got up and made her way to the kitchen.

  “Where are you going?” Brady asked as he lay in bed with his hands behind his head, propping him up.

  “I want some ice cream. You want some?”

  “Only if I can lick it off of you.”

  Jane thought about it for a second and the thought of cold ice cream and his warm tongue mixing together over her body made her nipples perk up. Brady noticed as he lifted his eyebrow and stared her down.

  “I get to pick the flavor,” she smiled as she walked away.

  Brady chased after her, picked her up and ran her down the stairs into the kitchen.

  “I don’t care what flavor it is, as long as it’s sandwiched in your pretty little cunt, then I’m good to go.”

  Jane shook her head and laughed as Brady carried her into the kitchen and scrambled around for the ice cream…naked. Lucky wasn’t even a good enough word to describe the way she felt.

  **Luke**

  “Dude, check out the fucking redhead over there. I swear, if she came over here, I’d turn those tits into my own personal creamsicles. Shit, look at them bouncing up and down,” Nash said, as Luke took a pull from his cheap-ass beer.

  “Redheads don’t do it for me,” Luke replied, as he looked around their third strip club of the night. At least this one had some decent looking chicks. The last two were like pounds for all the ugly mutt looking women in the Atlanta area, damn, fucking dog-faced females.

  “Please don’t tell me you’re gay; I mean, that’s cool and all, but dude, you can’t give up the pussy. It’s way too damn sweet to give up.” Nash scanned the room as one of the strippers took out a whip and started tossing it around. “Damn, that girl up there reminds me of when I was tied up by a heavenly dominatrix.”

  Luke shook his head. “There is something seriously wrong with you. When the fuck have you ever been tied up?” Luke asked his buddy from the army. He was the one friend Luke had in Atlanta that was not connected to Molly in any way, which was perfect for him because he wanted nothing to do with the cheating whore he used to date, that he was going to fucking marry. Jesus, he dodged the damn bullet on that one.

  “Remember when you were visiting me when I was stationed at Fort Bragg and we had that one fucked up night at that bar…fuck, what was it called…?”

  “The Finger Hut,” Luke nodded in memory.

  “Fuck, you’re right. The fucking Finger Hut,” Nash laughed. “Well, you went all pussy on me and said you had a girlfriend, little that did for you.” Luke flipped Nash off and he continued, “When you went back to my place with your damn dick stuck between your legs, I went off with Uta the German Frankfort Fucker.”

  “The girl with the mustache?”

  Nash shrugged his shoulders. “When you’re that fucking twisted, you don’t notice shit like that.”

  “Dude, I was fucking shit-faced and I even knew that Goliath was half man, half fucking Reptar. Her fucking onion breath peeled the label off my beer bottle.”

  “Fuck off, that was your stank-ass breath. Who the fuck orders extra onions? Shit, man.”

  Luke laughed, “You’re such a fuckwit, you know that? Uta ordered the fucking extra onions and I was the one elbowing you in the dick, telling you to stop licking your lips and touching yourself under the table while she ate.”

  Nash paused for a second as he looked off into space and then threw his head back and laughed. “Fuck, you’re right. I was so fucking blitzed that night. Whatever, we got back to her place and she starts stripping for me while pulling out all these different sex toys. To say my dick curled up quickly the minute she strapped on some ass-less leather chaps, took out a flogger, and started whipping the shit out of the furniture is an understatement, but I was too damn gone to care that much.”

  Luke laughed and shook his head as he watched a blonde take center stage. Her fake tits swayed back and forth as she slid up and down the stripper pole. Her body was tight just like Molly’s and her hair was just as long and blonde. Now that’s what he was talking about. He shifted in his seat as he watched her work her body. She looked down at him, made eye contact and winked. Luke smiled and spread his legs in his chair, to give himself more space.

  Nash continued his story as Luke eyed the blonde up and down as he licked his lips. “…the next minute I’m flat on the bed, chest to the fucking mattress and she’s strapping me to the damn bed and roping me off...bu
tt ass naked. She starts twisting and turning me, sucking me, flogging me, I mean damn! I had never had a woman take me like Uta. I just laid there helpless on the bed as her fucking pussy hovered over my dick and pumped onto me while she was hanging onto some damn ceiling straps I had no clue were there. All I can remember is her screaming at the top of her lungs, ‘Ya Nash…Ya!’” Nash imitated a heavy German accent.

  Luke tore his gaze from the blonde who was now only wearing a string thong and looked at his friend. “There is something seriously wrong with you.”

  “You’re not a man until you get tied to a bed by a hefty German,” Nash replied, as he turned to look at the girl on stage. “Fuck, she’s hot.”

  “Yeah, I would totally bury myself in that.”

  Nash slapped Luke on the shoulder and said, “That a boy. You do have a dick.” He motioned to the stripper for her to come over to them. When she dropped her ass in front of them, Nash shouted, “My boy wants a lap dance.” The stripper nodded and got off the stage.

  Luke sat up in his chair as he set his beer down. She walked toward him, grabbed his hand and took him over to one of the private booths in the club. Nash smacked the table and laughed as he nodded his beer toward Luke in approval.

  Walking over to the booth, Luke took in the backside of the girl and was pleased with what she had to offer. She was fucking hot and he was horny as hell, so he was pleased with his choice.

  When they arrived in one of the private booths, she pushed him down on the cushioned bench and straddled his lap so her perfectly rounded tits were in his face. He didn’t know the protocol of the club, but all he wanted to do was bury his face in her rounded globes and take her pointy nipple in his mouth.