by Meghan Quinn
“You’re fucking hot,” Luke breathed out, as she started to rock her hips on his.
“Right back at ya. I was hoping you were going to call me over the minute I saw you walk in the club.”
Happy with himself, Luke asked, “Where can I put my hands?”
“Anywhere,” she breathed out.
A bolt of desire shot through Luke as he placed his hands on her thighs and slowly moved them up to her rib cage, just below her dick-squirting breasts. Her hands went up into her hair, making her tits puff out even more, as she rolled her hips up and down. Luke was hard as a rock and the pressure she was putting on his dick was just enough that it had him wanting, no begging, for more.
“Touch me,” she moaned as she removed her hands from her hair and ran them up his shirt. His muscles contracted under her touch. She maneuvered his shirt off and tossed it to the side. He wasn’t sure if this was normal behavior in a strip club, but then again, he’d never been in a private booth before, so he didn’t really know. All he knew was, he was seconds away from exploding in his pants.
Remembering her demand, he ran his hands up her body some more and finally wrapped his hands around her breasts. They were fucking perfect and he couldn’t help himself, he kneaded the fuck out of them and buried his face in her cleavage, making her moan. His head turned to the side and his tongue quickly darted out, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Fuck, she even tasted good.
“Do it again.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. This time he grabbed her breast and sucked as much in his mouth as he could. His tongue played with her nipple as he sucked and squeezed hard. Shit, she was so fucking hot. He ran his hand up to her other breast and squeezed it, making her moan.
She pulled away quickly, leaving him hard as fuck and wanting, needing her. Her long hair cascaded down her body just like Molly’s and all he wanted to do was take her right then and there. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her.
Turning on his lap, she pressed her back against his bare chest and started working her hips again. She pressed her head against his shoulder, proudly displaying her breasts for him. His hands ran up her body and skimmed them as she continued to gyrate on his lap.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said.
“I want you to touch me.”
“I am,” he said, as he licked her neck.
“No…touch me,” she said, as she took his hand and put it on top of her underwear. Luke froze for a second as he tried to figure out what to do. He knew he’d sucked on the girl’s breast, but touching her, that seemed more intimate, something he only used to do with Molly. Molly…fuck her. She was off with another man right now, so why should he care?
Not wanting to think about the whore anymore, he put his hand inside her thin thong and pressed his finger against her clit, making her back arch in pleasure. She was so goddamn wet it was hard not to continue to touch her. Luke found himself moving his fingers in and out of her, making her scream. The moment she climaxed, a wave of guilt ran through his body, but he had little time to think because, in an instant, his pants were unzipped and his dick was inside of her mouth. She closed her lips around him and all he could do was sit back and enjoy the sensation of her mouth running along his long shaft.
He knew what he was doing didn’t feel right, but after not having sex for over two years, he didn’t give a fuck. He hated Molly, but the thought of her didn’t escape his mind, ever. He rested his head against the back of the booth and envisioned Molly’s perfect lips around his cock as the stripper blew him right there in one of the privacy booths.
Chapter Three
**Lucy**
“Love, if they don’t get here in the next five minutes, I’m either going to cry like a little bitch or spread you on this table and eat you out because I’m so damn hungry,” Connor whispered into Lucy’s ear.
Sunday brunch was a tradition amongst their friends, but for some reason, Lucy and Connor were the only ones currently at their reserved table at The Ritz Carlton. Jane and Brady sent a text saying they were going to be late; they blamed it on pregnancy woes, but Lucy knew better, they were a couple of horny rabbits. Not that she and Connor weren’t, they just knew how to fuck and be on time. Patty and Marc were finding parking; Marc hated valet parking, and Albert was always fashionably late. Thankfully for Lucy, Molly had declined the invitation once again, not feeling up to being around a bunch of couples. Jane tried to convince her differently, since Albert was flying solo, but Molly still declined. Lucy seemed to think it had to do with being around Connor, since he was Luke’s brother and apparently Luke had gone AWOL after he walked in on Austin and Molly.
The dumb bitch deserved it, Lucy thought. She was a pretty easy going girl who never really held grudges, but pure hatred for Molly poured out of Lucy. She absolutely despised the hot-mess whore of a mother. Lucy still didn’t understand how Jane could be friends with her, but Lucy wasn’t there to judge. All she knew was, Molly had made attempts to ruin Lucy’s life multiple times in the past…first by taking away Austin when he mattered to Lucy, then screwing around with her relationship with Connor and then…the icing on top of the cake was when she divulged Lucy’s pregnancy news to the two men who were involved, on top of other minor things like pushing and pulling hair. If anyone deserved what was coming to them, it was Molly. She’d dug her own grave and now she had to live in it.
Patty and Marc walked up to the table, holding hands and looking as cute as ever. Marc retired this past season and couldn’t have been happier about his decision. He said he gave it a good run, but his catcher knees were fading out and he would rather end the season on a good note rather than a bad one. He was looking forward to the time off and had already taken Patty out on a couple romantic trips. They were made for each other, even though they’d had a rocky start; Lucy was glad they were together.
Lucy and Connor stood up to give both Patty and Marc hugs, which was a little awkward, since Lucy saw Patty every day at work, but it seemed like the thing to do.
“I swear, every time I see you, your cute little belly gets bigger,” Patty said, as she rubbed Lucy’s belly like a genie’s bottle, an action she was getting used to from people.
“It’s because she had a giant burrito last night and still hasn’t pooped it out. Isn’t that right, love?”
Lucy swatted at Connor’s stomach as she gave the laughing Marc a hug.
“Don’t encourage him,” Lucy said, as she pinched his side.
“Hey now,” Marc said, as he rubbed his tweaked skin. “You can’t go pinching retired men; you’re going to make them feel self-conscious about their love handles.”
Lucy laughed because, out of all the men, Marc would never be one to let himself go. Well, if she thought about it, none of the guys in their group would let themselves go…well, maybe Albert, but he was already a bear.
“You do look a little shapely,” Connor joked as they all sat down. “You been hanging around the food trucks lately?”
Marc shrugged, “I love a Korean taco.”
“It’s a little disturbing how much,” Patty added. “We’ll be playing Frisbee one minute and I go to chase after the damn thing, I turn around and there’s Marc with a Korean taco halfway down his throat as he’s waiting for me.”
“That happened one time,” Marc protested. “You act like it’s a daily occurrence.”
Patty just gave him a look, which made Marc laugh and shake his head.
“Hey, you guys,” called Brady as he and Jane walked up to the table. They all stood to say hi, but Brady waved them down. “Jesus, we see each other every Sunday.”
“Don’t be rude,” Jane chastised, as she quickly pecked everyone at the table, casually bumping her little belly against whatever got in her way.
“What are you going to do, punish me?” Brady asked, while wiggling his eyebrows and pulling out Jane’s chair for her.
Jane pushed his face away with her hand and laughed, “Yeah, no sex for a week.”
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Brady threw his head back and laughed, “That’ll be the day. You’re the one with the pussy police, locking my dick up in your sweet jail every chance you get. I can barely move from the way you’ve attacked my dick.”
Marc high fived Brady as Connor sat in his chair and laughed while all the women crossed their arms and looked at their respective men with disgust.
“Not sure you’ll be laughing when I dust off my dildo and start screwing myself,” Jane said, as she took a sip of her water.
Brady’s face straightened as he looked at his wife. “I thought you threw that out.”
The girls laughed now. “Oh, Brady, you don’t know what happens when you’re out of town playing ball.” Jane patted his face and picked up her menu. “The French toast looks divine, doesn’t it ladies?”
“Babe, we’ll be talking about this later.” Brady almost sounded desperate, but turned on at the same time.
“We’ll see about that,” she said with a wink.
“The party can start now that I’m here,” called Albert, as he walked up to everyone wearing man-pris, boat shoes and a turquoise and orange button-up polka dot shirt with an undone bow tie. It was impossible not to stare at the man with the get-ups he wore. “Ooo, ladies, you can all leave, I got this covered,” Albert joked, while licking his lips and squeezing Brady’s biceps.
“Hands off my husband,” Jane joked.
“Jane, please, you know you’re going to have to step away at some point, isn’t that right Alby?” Brady joked, as he laced his fingers with Albert’s, making the flamboyant man wave his hand in front of his face and blush.
“By all means, handsome, walk off with Alby. I’m sure he’ll never shut you out of the bedroom.”
Lucy watched as Albert wiggled his eyebrows and sat on Brady’s lap, making the very-confident Brady Matthews sweat. Lucy was just happy that Albert was hanging all over Brady because she’d have to punch him if he was groping her man. She looked over at Connor and squeezed his hand as he smiled at her. God, he was handsome. All the men at their table were handsome, but Connor was, without a doubt, the sexiest at the table, at least in her opinion. A girl could never go wrong with a muscular man with blond hair and blue eyes, nope, never.
“Hey, are you going to order or just stare at each other all day?” Marc asked, now that Albert was sitting in his own chair and the waitress was waiting patiently at their table. How long had she actually been looking at Connor?
Feeling flushed with embarrassment, Lucy cleared her throat and said, “I’ll have a stack of pancakes with fresh strawberries.”
Connor leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, whispering, “You’re so damn cute.” He pulled away and looked up at the waitress, but didn’t give her the attention she wanted as she puffed her breasts out in her low-cut shirt. Lucy just wanted to tell her to move on because all the men at the table had zero interest. “Denver Omelet for me and a side of bacon.” He winked at Lucy and said, “I’ll share, don’t worry, love.”
“I know you will.”
Albert started gagging as he fanned himself with his menu. “Honestly, I don’t know why I come to these things; you all are so sickening to be around. Where is that hot mess of a friend of ours? I want to sit with her in her misery,” Albert said, referring to Molly, making Lucy instantly tense. Just the mere mention of Molly had her blood pressure rising.
The waitress finished up with the orders as Jane responded to Albert. “She wasn’t feeling up to it. Things are really not good with Luke.”
The fun and boisterous atmosphere died down and became uncomfortable and tense, especially since Connor was Luke’s brother. Instantly, Lucy felt Connor tense up at the mention of his brother. She knew it was a sore subject where he was concerned, so Lucy tried to avoid talking about it at all times. Whenever it was brought up, she tried to steer the conversation to something else, but before she could, Albert cut her off.
“What’s wrong with your brother anyway? Doesn’t he know that Molly is a fine piece of ass and she won’t wait around forever? Your brother needs to get his head out of his ass.”
“Albert,” Jane scolded.
“Excuse me.” Connor put his napkin on the table and took off toward the bathroom.
Albert looked around the table and raised his shoulders. “What? I’m right.”
Not wanting Connor to be alone, Lucy excused herself as well and went to find Connor. She looked around the giant and very-extravagant dining room and finally spotted his retreating back going toward a private seating area with giant blue velvet chairs and massive chandeliers suspended from the gold-covered ceilings.
As she walked toward him, she watched him run his hands through his hair in frustration.
“Connor, are you alright?” Lucy carefully asked.
He blew out a heavy breath as he looked up at her. “Yeah, I’m just frustrated with my brother and scared. I only hear from him when it’s convenient for him. I don’t know where he is, who he’s with, or when I’ll hear from him again. I just got him back and I’m so damn nervous that I’m going to lose him again that I don’t know what to do. The man is not right; he’s confused, hurting and fucked up in the head from the shit he went through while he was held captive. Who knows what’s going through his mind?”
Lucy sat next to Connor and put her arm around his waist, burying her head into his neck and kissing him lightly. She knew there were no words she could give Connor that would make him feel better, to make him worry less about his brother, so instead, she showed her love to Connor. She loved him as much as she could, to show him that he was not alone, that she would help him through this difficult time.
“Thank you, Lucy, for always being there for me.”
“Of course,” she said, as she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m so sorry things have been hard with Luke. I wish there…”
“Well, what a cute little picture this is.” Both Lucy and Connor looked up to see Austin with a barely-covered brunette in his arms, smirking at the both of them. “Crying again, Connor?”
“Fuck you.” Connor tensed as his eyes spat venom at Austin.
Austin looked at his “date” and fake shivered, making the plastic priss laugh a horrific hyena laugh that made Lucy’s lady lips curl with revulsion.
“I’m so scared.” At that moment, Lucy took in Austin’s appearance and knew right away he wasn’t coming in for brunch…he was leaving from a night of drinking. She needed to diffuse the situation between the two men in her life and quickly.
“Austin, just go home. You’re not helping the situation.”
“So the bitch really is crying. Ah, poor fella. If I was wearing shit catchers right now, I’d take them off and hand them to you to wipe those tears.” Austin fisted his hands and rubbed them in front of his eyes like he was crying like a baby. Never in Lucy’s life had she ever been so disgusted with the man.
Lucy stood and got in front of Connor as she spoke between her teeth, trying not to punch the arrogant ass in the face. “Leave, Austin.”
Austin looked around her and said, “You letting the little lady fight your fights now?”
Lucy felt Connor stand behind her and her warning bells started to go off. This was not good. She needed help. The testosterone seeping from both of the men in the room was overpowering.
Before she could move, Austin pushed Connor’s shoulder, who was standing right behind her. His arm knocked into her as well, barely sending her backwards, but just enough for Connor to notice and completely lose his shit.
Not even being able to register the catlike moves Connor had, he was around her in a flash with an arm cocked back, aimed directly for Austin’s head as Connor gripped his shirt. Austin just laughed as Connor stared him down.
“Fuck with me, but don’t fuck with Lucy.”
“I already fucked her. Her whore-like belly proves it.”
Lucy winced as she saw Connor’s fist connect with Austin’s jaw. The brunette hopped in place and screa
med as blood poured from Austin’s mouth, while Connor shook out his hand. Security was instantly at their sides, escorting them away from the premises. Lucy hung her head as she looked at the two men in her life that had no chance at getting along and were most likely going to kill each other before the baby even arrived.
**Parker**
It was seasonably warm in San Diego as Parker soaked in the sun while lying on a lounge chair in his board shorts. He’d arrived at Jake and Lexi’s beach house late the night before, so he really hadn’t had a chance to enjoy the beach, but when he woke up this morning, he relished the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore and the sun beaming through the windows. Unfortunately, Jake and Lexi were both out of town for work, Jake being the starting quarterback for the San Diego Thunder and Lexi being the team’s new correspondent. They were both out at an away game in Seattle, leaving the beach house to Parker. They’d be back in less than a week, but Parker didn’t mind the alone time, he needed it actually. He needed the time away from his crazy life.
Popping open his beer, he thought about the simple days of college when he and Lexi used to hit ground balls to each other and the many house parties they attended to get drunk. Lexi was his best friend throughout college, still was, but it wasn’t until she met Jake that he and Parker became friends. Jake and Lexi’s relationship was a rocky road when they first started dating, which put Parker in an awkward situation, but once they figured their shit out, it was smooth sailing. Parker only wished he could spend his time in San Diego with his friends, instead of living in Atlanta.
Lazy rock and roll tunes ran through Parker’s iPod as he lifted a beer to his mouth. This was the life; once he’d saved a little bit more money, he was going to get a beach house, because he couldn’t imagine spending his time off any other way.
Parker was drifting in and out of sleep when a flood of cold water splashed across his chest, making him fly out of his chair like a madman. Ripping his iPod ear buds out of his ears and getting in a fight-ready position for any intruder, he looked around to find a bronzed female figure doing laps in Jake and Lexi’s pool.