Cleat Catcher (The Cleat Chaser Duet Book 2)

by Celia Aaron

  Kyrie kept walking toward their bathroom, her yoga pants clinging to her round ass. “That was really a cover. I’m getting you a makeup remover wipe. You look like a sad raccoon.”

  I cried harder. First, at the thought of looking ugly, and second, at the realization I’d never have an ass as nice as Kyrie’s.

  She disappeared into the bathroom and, before long, reappeared with a wet wipe, a box of tissues, and a small tumbler of water. “Let me get you cleaned up a bit.”

  I let her wipe my face. “Am I ugly?” I asked through my haze of self-pity. My sobs had quieted, but I couldn’t stop my tears.

  “Are you kidding?” She laughed and gently scrubbed beneath my eyes. “I’ve wished for your looks a million times.”

  That cheered me a little. Jealousy always made me feel like I was doing something right. After Kyrie finished cleaning me up, I blew my nose and took a few sips of water. She crawled to the head of the bed and lay down. Her perfect, large tits taunted me beneath her snug tank top. Showoff. Patting the mattress next to her, she said, “Come on, give me all the dirty details.”

  I obliged, flopping down next to her and burying my face in her pillow. “Braden lost his mind in front of my parents and made me feel like shit.”

  “Braden’s mind feels your tits? Is that what you said?” She smoothed a hand up and down my back.

  I rolled to the side and stared up at her. “No, he went nuts because Carter was at the dinner.”

  Kyrie knew all the details of my past, so Carter was nothing new.

  Kyrie whistled. “Does he know about you and Carter?”

  “He does now.” I sighed. “And he yelled at me in front of everyone about how baseball is his life.” The ache he’d set off in my chest came back with full force. “And that it’s the only thing he cares about.” A sob rocketed up from my lungs.

  Kyrie pulled me to her and held me. We laid side by side for a few minutes until my crying fit subsided enough for her to speak.

  “He loves you. Something must have set him off. Something bad. I’m not making excuses for him.” The hand she was using to pet my hair clutched the strands a little too tightly.

  “Ow.”

  “Sorry.” She resumed her stroking. “I just don’t like the thought of him yelling at you.”

  “He wasn’t himself. Not at all. And it wasn’t just because of Carter. He said Coach pulled him into his office a few days ago.” I dropped my voice to a whisper. “He may be traded.”

  “Oh, shit.” Her eyes widened.

  “Yeah, he didn’t tell me, not until tonight. He should have told me.” I couldn’t have done anything, but at least we could have carried the burden together. “He didn’t trust me enough to tell me. It hurts.” I buried my face in her ample tits. They were soft and warm, just like I remembered. Easton really was a lucky man.

  “I don’t think it was a trust issue. Braden is the sort of guy who wants to make everyone else happy. He’s always smiling, cutting up, having a good time, and most of all, making sure everyone around him is having a great time. He probably didn’t want to bring you down.”

  “That doesn’t make it okay.” I snuggled closer to her chest pillows.

  “Of course not. I’d like to smack the shit out of him.” She sighed. “But I think the pressure of meeting your parents, plus having to deal with Carter, on top of the trade talks… Maybe it was all too much for him. Not an excuse, just an explanation.”

  “Does Easton sleep like this every night, right here in the sweet spot?”

  She laughed, her tits jiggling in a friendly sort of way. “Easton would say that I have an even sweeter spot he’d like to be in all night long.”

  I laughed a little. “That’s why I like him. He has his priorities straight.”

  “Did Braden say where they might trade him to?”

  “No, he said that Coach—”

  “Trade?” Easton leaned against the doorframe. “I hate to interrupt your ‘Terms of Endearment’ moment, but you can’t say the word trade around here and expect me to sit back and ignore it. What’s going on?”

  I recounted how Braden had acted, including the bombshell about a possible trade.

  Easton went from pissed to shocked and back to pissed. “That fucker didn’t even say a word to me about it.” He flexed his fists and paced around the room. “I’m going to ring his goddamn bell.”

  “Easton, calm down.” Kyrie shifted, leaving me without my delightful tit perch. “Nikki needs our help, not for you to go caveman like Braden.”

  I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “He said it was just ‘talks’ not an actual trade, so he can still stay with the Ravens, right?”

  Easton shook his head and continued his pacing, his big body making the lamps rattle with each angry step. “If they start shit like that, they usually finish it. They don’t talk about trades unless there’s a real chance it could happen. Fuck!” He slapped his hand down on the dresser. “I’m going to kick his sorry ass!”

  “Easton.” Kyrie stood and walked to him. She pried his arms apart and wrapped them around her. “This isn’t about you, baby. It’s about Nikki and Braden. Can you calm down enough to help her figure out what to do?” She stared up at him with her green eyes.

  Easton melted for her, turning back into the teddy bear I’d come to know and love.

  He sighed and rubbed her back before glancing over to me. “I’ll help. Of course I’ll help.”

  Our apartment was dark when I walked in. I shut the door behind me and navigated through the living room from memory. A hall light showed me to our bedroom. When I opened the door, Braden’s gentle snore greeted me. Beer bottles covered his nightstand, and he lay on his back, his forearm thrown across his eyes. Tissues littered the floor next to the bed.

  I wasn’t surprised. He’d sent me over fifty “I’m sorry” voice mails and texts, each one drunker than the last. I stared at him, his dress shirt wrinkled and his hair in an untidy mess. Even after what he’d done at my parents’ house, I loved him. Something told me I always would.

  On my side of the bed, he’d arranged three pillows next to him in a line, as if a person were lying there. As if I were there.

  I dropped my bag on the dresser, and he roused a bit. He turned to the pillow-Nikki and hugged her to his chest. My bruised heart warmed at the sight.

  When he murmured “Nik,” fresh tears welled in my eyes. He was a grown man, but handled problems like a teenage boy—bottling them up until he exploded. We would work through it together. And I would do everything I could to help him through the trade issue. But right then, all I wanted was him.

  I walked to the bed, unzipping my dress as I went. It hit the floor and I stepped out of it. Peeling my panties down my legs, I kicked them away. Then I unclasped my bra and tossed it.

  “Braden.” I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

  His dark eyelashes fluttered until he was awake, staring up at me.

  “Nik, I’m sorry.” The moonlight glinted off the pools of sadness forming in his eyes.

  “It’s okay.” I unbuttoned his shirt. “Just don’t let it happen again.”

  “I should never have said those things. I didn’t mean them—”

  “I know. You should have told me about the trade.”

  “You’re right. I thought I could, I don’t know, handle it somehow. Wh-what are you doing?” He ran his hands up my thighs and his cock thickened beneath my pussy.

  “That worked out well, didn’t it? Got it all handled, did you?” I dragged my nails down his chest.

  The teary glint left his eye and was replaced with heat. “Are you punishing me?”

  I pinched his nipples. “Do you want to be punished? You certainly deserve it.”

  He let his eyes rove my body, lingering on my tits and then on my pussy. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. When I yanked down his boxers, his cock sprang free. I gripped it, stroking slowly with one hand as I rubbed my pussy back and forth over the base.


  “I don’t like being punished.” He groaned as I bore down on him, letting him feel how wet I was. “But I’d like to apologize by fucking you until you can’t walk straight.”

  In one smooth movement, he’d rolled on top of me. The line of pillows were beneath me, pushing me closer to Braden. He shucked his shirt, pants, and shorts off, then pressed his chest against mine.

  “I’m sorry.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry.” He kissed my neck. Again and again he told me how sorry he was as he dotted me with sweet kisses. He took my hard nipple in his mouth and bit down. I moaned and dug my nails into his side.

  He grunted and rocked his hips against me, rubbing his slick cock head up and down the length of my pussy. “I need you.”

  His tongue traced a line of heat from my nipple to my mouth, and when he kissed me, he took more than just my breath. I forgave him, but more than that, I loved him more than I’d ever loved anything. He slanted his head, his tongue plunging against mine. My skin warmed, and my pussy tightened with anticipation.

  He kept teasing me, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over my clit until I was writhing beneath him. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but his insistent kiss took any speech from my lips. He snagged both my wrists and pinned them next to me. My heart raced, thrumming against his hard chest as he positioned his cock at my entrance.

  Breaking the kiss, he moved to my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth. I moaned, and he gripped my wrists harder. The little sting of pain poured more fuel on the fire, and I needed him inside me like I needed my next breath.

  “Please,” I whimpered as he ran his teeth across my throat.

  His hips jerked, but he maintained control. “Beg me.”

  “Please, please, please Braden!” I tried to scoot down to get him inside me, but he moved his hips back.

  “Tell me exactly what you want.” He pinned me with his dark eyes. “Beg.”

  My pussy was on fire. I had to give in. It was the only way to get what I needed. “You. I want you. I want you to fuck me hard. Your cock deep inside me. I want your come. I want you to come inside me.”

  “Jesus, Nik.” His voice was gravelly, dripping with sex.

  “Please,” I whispered.

  He bit down on my shoulder and plunged inside me. I squealed at the intrusion, the slight sting, and then the wave of pleasure. I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs as he pulled out to his tip and shoved deep inside me again.

  “Braden.” I tried to reach up and touch him, but he didn’t release my wrists. I was caught.

  He pulled out again and started fucking me hard, the sound of his skin slapping on mine echoing around the room. Each impact made my tits shake and my pussy hungry for more. Every hard thrust amped up the tension in my clit.

  I spread my legs wider, putting my heels in the air. He kept up his powerful thrusts, grunting with each effort and latching his mouth to my neck. His hard strokes hit me just right, my spot and my clit already buzzing closer to the edge.

  I wanted to hold out and come with him. But, then he did the one thing that makes waiting impossible.

  “You like being my little slut?” His mouth was at my ear.

  I moaned and spread my legs even wider.

  “Answer me, Nikki. Are you my little slut?” He thrusted harder, punctuating his words.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to come on my cock like a good little slut?”

  “Oh my God.” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think when he talked to me like that.

  “I can already tell your greedy cunt wants to come.” He licked the shell of my ear.

  My pussy constricted even tighter, and I closed my eyes as the wave crested.

  “Tell me you’re my slut, and I’ll let you come.” He pounded me in hard, steady strokes.

  “I-I’m your slut.” When the words left my mouth, my hips froze.

  “That’s it, little slut. Come on my cock.” He bit my neck right below my ear, and I came on a scream. My legs trembled as he kept fucking me all the way through my orgasm, each impact another spark in the explosion of pleasure he’d set off inside me.

  “So goddamn tight, Nik. Your pussy’s trying to get me to come, but I won’t. Not until my little slut has had her second.”

  His words were lost in a jumble of endorphins, everything tumbling around inside me as my body shattered under the weight of him and his filthy words. By the time I came back down, the neighbors knew who lived in this apartment.

  Releasing my wrists, he ran a hand down to my breast. He squeezed the small mound, then pinched my stiff peak. “You almost got me. Those sounds you make. Fuck.” He bent his head to my other nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

  I arched my back and ran my hands through his hair. “You make me make them.”

  He maintained a languid pace, his cock touching every part of my pussy. “I know. You’re about to make some more.”

  He rose onto his knees and roughly pushed me over onto my stomach.

  “Hey!”

  Before I could make a half-hearted protest, he settled onto my back, his sweat-slicked chest pressing me into the mattress. His cock wedged between my ass cheeks as he straddled my legs. I struggled beneath him, but he kept thrusting.

  “You aren’t getting away, slut. Still mine.”

  I moaned and buried my face in the pillow as he sucked on the back of my neck. One of his hands yanked my hair and the other trailed down my side, sending shivers through me. He raised up slightly. Then I felt his stiff head pressing into me again.

  He surged forward. With my legs together, the sensation of being filled was almost too intense.

  “Goddammit, so tight.” He dropped a kiss between my shoulder blades and braced himself with one hand on the bed. The other gripped my hip and lifted my ass. “Fuck yes.” He started pounding me, rubbing my spot and sending the flames inside me spiraling higher.

  I stretched my arms out and braced against the headboard. His pounding hips shook the nightstands, the bed, everything in the room, and I found myself lifting my hips even higher, wanting every bit of contact.

  “That’s it. Give me all of that pussy, my little slut.”

  My nipples tightened into hyper sensitive tips as they rubbed against the sheets. I turned my head to the side as Braden put one large hand on my upper back, pushing me down into the bed. He slid the other one beneath me and began strumming my clit. I kicked my feet at the wave of need that shot through me. He didn’t stop, just kept fucking me, pressing me beneath him, and fingering my most sensitive spot.

  I rocked my hips back to him stroke for stroke, and his groans grew lower, his grunts more pronounced.

  “I’m going to coat my little slut’s pussy.” He slammed hard and slow, our bodies crashing together as my hips began to seize. “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “Come on my cock, slut. Come, and tell me who you want to blow inside your tight cunt.”

  “You.” I squeaked as my pussy clamped down on him. “You, Braden, please, Braden…” The rest of my words were lost in a low moan as my orgasm rushed over me like a crashing wave.

  “Fuck!” Braden pumped inside, his cock stiffening even more. Then he gripped my ass hard enough to leave a mark and thrust deep as my pussy milked every last drop from him. “Jesus Titty-Fucking Christ, Nik.” He leaned over my back and pulled my sweaty hair away from my neck. “We should have recorded that.”

  I tried to nod, but my muscles didn’t obey. “I agree,” I panted. “We could show it to our kids every Christmas and Fourth of July.”

  He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Fuckers would be lucky to get a treat like that twice a year.”

  I craned my head back, and he claimed my mouth with one of his signature kisses.

  When he finally leaned away and pulled out, he smirked down at me. “Thanks for my punishment.”

  BRADEN

  “I CAN’T BELIEVE you didn’t fucking tell me.�
�� Easton fumbled through his locker, knocking shit around like a big oaf.

  “What do you want me to say? I just figured I needed to step up my game.” I strapped the elastic from one of my shin guards across my calf and hooked the metal together.

  “We’re supposed to be boys. You should’ve told me. That shit ain’t cool.”

  “Hey, E?” I tilted my head up to the big fucker with as serious a face as I could muster.

  “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “I fucked Kasey last night.” I maintained my composure as he leered in my direction. “It’s true. Every word. Turned her straight. She loves the D now.” It became harder not to burst into laughter, but I had to keep a straight face. For the good of the land.

  “I’m being serious.” He ripped his jacket out of the locker and tucked it up under his arm.

  “I’m dead serious. It was a little weird at first, because I kept seeing your face when I would look at her. But I just closed my eyes and went with it.”

  His big heavy cleat nearly ripped the carpet from the floor as he spun to walk away.

  “Aww, come on, man. If we can’t joke about me fucking your gay sister then what do we have left? Nothing. That’s what. It’s like a goddamn convent in here.” I slapped the other shin guard against my leg and began strapping it up.

  Easton turned back around, apparently still pissed. “This is serious. You know they don’t fuck around once the ‘t word’ starts getting tossed around. And what about Nik? I should beat your ass for that. She’s devastated. And I don’t give a shit how many times you called her your slut last night. It doesn’t make it all better.” He cracked a slight grin at his final two sentences.

  I held my fist out. “Give it up.”

  “Respect.” He tapped my knuckles and we both grinned.

  “I’m being for real about the other stuff though. You have to talk to me. We can figure this out, together.” His hands went to his hips like an angry wife as he scolded me.

  Ramirez walked around the corner just in time to catch the end of our conversation and see Easton standing there like a desperate housewife. He stopped dead in his tracks and held both his hands up.