Out of My League: Complete Box Set

by Sharon Cummin

  I pulled him closer and covered his mouth with mine.

  “I need this,” I whispered into his mouth.

  Something snapped as soon as that last word left my lips. Before I knew what hit me, I was on my back, on a blanket, and the heavy weight of his body was above me. His hands fumbled with the button of my jeans. Then I heard the zipper. That was when his mouth left me. He grabbed the material at my waist and pulled it down my legs.

  “Fuck, princess,” he said softly. “You're soaked.”

  I felt my thighs clench and heard him suck in air. He grabbed the thin material, and with a fast pull, ripped it from me. My eyes closed as the cool air hit my skin.

  “So fucking sexy,” he said, as his eyes looked over my body in a way that had me ready to come.

  “Parker,” I moaned. “I need you. Please don't make me wait.”

  He reached into the back pocket of his pants.

  “Couldn't if I wanted to,” he said. “I have to have you now.”

  Then he grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down just enough that his cock sprang completely free.

  “Shit!” I said a little louder than I meant to. “You're so beautiful.”

  He ripped the foil packet, as his eyes narrowed. Then he took his shaft in his hand, and my thighs clenched tighter than before.

  “Don't ever call it beautiful again,” he said roughly, as he covered himself.

  “I've just never wanted to taste a man as much as I do right now,” I said.

  His body was instantly back over mine. He grabbed the back of my thigh and spread my legs wide. Then his fingers were on me. As soon as he pushed one of them into me, my hips shot forward. I moaned as he pulled it out and thrust into me again, adding a second finger.

  “Parker,” I groaned. “Your cock. I need your cock. When I come, I need you deep. It's been a long time.”

  His fingers were gone and his cock was there. When he thrust into me hard, I cried out loud. My fingers gripped tight to his back, a little too tight. I was sure my nails had gone through his skin. When he pulled back, I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him close. He looked down into my eyes and thrust in so hard that I was sure he'd reached a spot I'd never felt before.

  “Oh,” I moaned. “So good.”

  He thrust into me a third time, and I came harder than I ever thought I could. His name left my lips loud. I wanted more.

  “More,” I moaned. “I need all of you. Fuck me hard.”

  “Shit,” he groaned.

  With one of his arms on each side of my head, I could see his muscles flex each time he moved into me. The man was so damn sexy. I grabbed the back of his head, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Each time he thrust into me, my hips were right there with his. He was hitting so deep inside of me, and I never wanted to forget that feeling. The closer he got, the harder and faster he moved. I could feel my body moving up the blanket and onto the grass, but I didn't care. All I wanted was for Parker to fuck me like his life depended on it, like he really needed me.

  “So good,” he moaned. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock, princess. Once won't be enough. I hope you know that. Now that I've had you, I'm going to have you again.”

  My head fell back, my back arched, and my hips thrust forward in time with his. I grabbed the sides of the blanket in my hands and didn't let go. He fucked me so hard and deep.

  “Next time,” he said, “I'm going to devour you. I'm going to lick and suck you until you come all over my tongue. I want to taste you. Do you hear me? I have to taste you.”

  “Parker,” I moaned, as my back arched so I could get closer to his chest.

  “Fuck, princess,” he moaned. “So fucking good.”

  He pounded into me so hard, and I wrapped my arms around his neck so I couldn't move away from him again.

  “Next time,” he said roughly, “you're going to wrap those cocky lips around my dick, and I'm going fuck that mouth soft and slow. You're going to suck me hard, and I'm going to come down your throat. I'm going to give you all the taste you need.”

  “Oh,” I cried out. “Harder.”

  His lips came down on mine, and he kissed me so hard I knew I was going to bruise, but it wasn't enough.

  “Need you with me, Cassie,” he said.

  My hands moved down, and I grabbed his ass hard. When he moved into me again, I cried out his name and came hard around him. Then he moved into me again, and he roared my name as he pulsed hard inside of me.

  His body came down on mine, and I knew I didn't want to let him go.

  My eyes opened, and my body shot up in my bed. I was trying to catch my breath, as I reached up to wipe the sweat from my forehead. When I looked around me, my sheets were a wrinkly mess, and I could see the spots my hands had been clenching. I moved my thighs together inside my pajama bottoms embarrassed by what I discovered.

  “Shit!” I whispered to myself.

  I'd come harder than I ever had in my life, and it had all been a dream.

  “Ugh!” I let out, as I fell onto my back.

  A few seconds later, I felt something on my bed.

  “Mommy,” Jenny whispered. “Are you okay? Can I sleep in your bed?”

  “Sure,” I said, as I thought about my dream and hoped that anything I'd said had stayed right where it belonged. “Come on up here.”

  I tried to fall back to sleep, but I couldn't do it. Every time I closed my eyes, I'd see Parker above me. How could I have had a dream like that, I wondered? He was an asshole, and he irritated the shit out of me. Then I thought back to the restaurant parking lot. He was eating Thanksgiving dinner alone. He'd said he wasn't originally from there. Then he'd said he had kids, but he'd used my it's complicated line to stop the topic. No, I told myself. It wasn't my job to think about him and wonder about his life. That did not need to happen.

  Jeff came into the room to let me know it was time to get up. I was actually happy for the distraction. There was no way I needed to be thinking about Parker.

  “Can we watch cartoons, Mommy?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said, as I got out of bed and took him and Jenny downstairs.

  I turned the television on and got them both situated when I heard Jake cry out. He was ready to get up as well. Once he was changed and resting in the bouncer, I got the kids some cereal. Then I fed Jake.

  All I could think about the entire morning was Parker and my dream. It wasn't right, I knew that for sure. I was a married woman. My husband had been a total jerk and slept with someone else, but that didn't give me the right to think about another man. By the time noon rolled around, I felt like the most horrible wife in the world. Was I really any better than him? I'd had sex with another man in my dream. It might not have been real life, but I'd definitely been thinking about it for what transpired in my sleep to happen. If I could do something like that after only one meeting and two few minute conversations, how could I not at least talk to Jeff about what he'd done. He'd known her for years before he'd done anything with her. Was he really as bad as I was making him out to be? Maybe if I was a better wife to him, he'd be a better husband and stop seeing her. My mind felt like it was spinning out of control.

  By the time Jake fell asleep for a nap, I was exhausted myself. I grabbed a pillow and sat down on the couch to relax for just a few minutes before cleaning the house. I hadn't even felt my eyes close, but when I opened them, Jenny and Jeff were both running for the front door.

  “Hey guys,” I heard Sammie's happy voice fill the air. “How was your Thanksgiving?”

  “Fun,” Jeff said.

  “Mommy took us out for the dinner,” Jenny said.

  “She did,” Sammie said. “Where did you go?”

  “A restaurant,” Jenny answered.

  I shot up off the couch and looked around the living room.

  “Shit!” I whispered, noticing how bad it was, and knowing that the kitchen was even worse.

  “Hey, Cassie,” I heard Sammie before she
came around the corner. “How did it go?”

  Then she saw the mess and the happy expression left her face.

  “What the hell happened in here?” she snapped.

  “I'm sorry,” I said. “I swear I was going to clean it up before you got home. I was so tired last night. When I got up this morning.”

  “Stop!” Sammie snapped. “Just stop.”

  “I'll clean it up,” I said, feeling truly sorry. “I'll clean the kitchen too.”

  “The kitchen?” she asked, as she started toward it.

  “No,” I said. “Let me get it before you go in there.”

  She walked right by me. The second she saw the mess, I knew it.

  “Cassie,” she growled out. “How could you have taken them to dinner and still used all of this? I don't get it. You're not a damn teenager. You do know that, right?”

  “I didn't mean to leave it,” I said. “I was going to clean it. I still will.”

  “No,” Sammie said with a shake of her head. “I'm done. We went to Michigan so your parents didn't know you were here. We didn't want to drive all those hours. We did it for you. You were here. You didn't have to go anywhere, and this is what I come back home to.”

  “It was harder than I thought,” I said, as the tears began filling my eyes.

  “What is?” she asked, as she turned back to me and away from the mess.

  “Everything,” I said. “It's all harder than I thought. Being alone with the kids. Keeping the mess picked up. Taking them out to dinner myself. It's so damn hard.”

  Sammie shook her head and took a deep breath. Then she walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders.

  “This is life,” she said. “You have to get it together, Cassie. There are three kids out there that deserve amazing lives. You're their mom. It's your job to give them that.”

  “I'm not sure I can,” I said, as I shook my head.

  “You can if you want to,” she said. “Go upstairs and take a nap. I'll get this all cleaned up.”

  “Sammie,” I said.

  “Just go,” she demanded.

  I walked right by everyone in the living, headed up the stairs, closed my door behind me, and fell onto my bed.

  “I don't know what to do,” I said to myself. “How can I suck at everything?”

  I felt completely useless as I fell onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. My husband had been with another woman for a year, and I hadn't even known it. Maybe it was my fault, I thought. Would I have seen it if I had been a better wife? I'd taken my kids away from the life they were used to, and I didn't even have a plan for how I was going to pay our way. I wasn't a good mom. Shit! I couldn't even take care of them for two days. Then there was James and Sammie. I'd walked into their home, with three kids, uninvited, and without a second thought, they'd taken us in. I was driving them both crazy, and I didn't have the right to do that. Sammie was so pissed, and I'm sure James was too. He was lying to my parents and grandma because of me, and that had to be driving him crazy. On top of all of that, I'd trashed their house. I couldn't blame either of them for being mad. I was a mess. Finally, as if that wasn't enough, I'd met a man and had barely known him, yet I'd had sex with him in a dream. That was awful. I was married, and I'd dreamt about another man. Was I really just as bad as Jeff?

  Tears were slipping from the corners of my eyes and down the sides of my face when I heard my phone ring next to me. I turned my head to the side to see Jeff's name on the screen. He hadn't been calling or texting me. Part of me missed him, even though he'd suddenly turned into a total asshole. I didn't miss that Jeff, I missed the old one, the one I'd known before.

  “Hello,” I whispered, as I picked up the phone and put it to my ear.

  “Hey, Cassie,” he said in a soft, calm voice, the voice I'd known before. “How are you?”

  “I'm okay,” I said. “How are you?”

  “I'd be better if you were home,” he said. “I missed you yesterday. Are you ready to talk?”

  I was silent for a moment. Then Parker popped into my head, and I let out a sigh, as I shook him from my thoughts.

  “I think I am.”

  Out of My League, Part 2

  Chapter 1

  Cassie

  “I'm so damn happy to hear you say that,” Jeff said. “I'm at a hotel not far from your brother's house. Can you come right now?”

  “Oh, you're here?” I asked.

  “I am,” he said. “I need to see you. I want you home with me, Cassie. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get you there.”

  “What about her?” I asked.

  “She's gone,” he said. “We're done. It's you that needs to be there with me. I'll text you the address of the hotel. Come right now.”

  Then he was gone. He'd hung up that quickly. Less than a minute later my phone dinged. He'd sent the address and room number. Should I go, I wondered? He'd said she was gone. He'd said that I was the one he needed there. His voice was soft and sweet like it had always been before. Maybe he realized what a huge mistake he'd made. He was my husband and had been for years. He'd loved me before. Maybe he still did. He could have made a mistake. I'd had a dream about another man. That wasn't any better. I hadn't done it while we were living together, but I had done it. We had three kids together, so I needed to at least hear him out. How bad could it really be?

  I was still in the sweats and t-shirt I'd been in from the night before, so I got up to get dressed. There was no way I was letting Jeff see me like that. He wouldn't be happy if I did. I pulled on a nice pair of jeans and a sweater. If I'd worn anything other than that, Sammie would have been all over me, and there was no way she needed to know where I was going. I tried to cover up the redness from my crying with makeup. He was really there, I thought. He'd come for me. That said something, right? Maybe he'd planned a whole loving, romantic scene where he'd get down on his knees and beg me to come home. I felt a tiny bit of excitement as I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my purse, phone, and keys.

  On my way down the stairs and into the living room, I made sure not to make eye contact. If Sammie thought for one second I was meeting with Jeff, she'd definitely have something to say, and I'd never get through that door.

  “I'll be back in a bit,” I said, loud enough for James, who was sitting closest, to hear me. “I need some air.”

  “Cassie,” he called out, but I kept going.

  I typed the address into the screen on my Escalade and headed down the driveway. The closer I got, the more nervous I became. What would he say? What would he expect? Was he really the same man I fell in love with years ago? I thought back to that day in my class. He stood there tall, sexy, and so confident. I knew right away that I was going to win him over. Win him over, I thought. Then I thought about Sammie and James and things they'd both said. Even Parker had said something about it making sense that I wasn't out playing with the kids. Is that what I did? Had I won Jeff over, or had I fallen for him. Did I love him? He was my husband and the father of my children. Of course I loved him. Was I in love with him? I missed him when he wasn't there, and I liked being around him when he was.

  The voice that filled the air pulled me from my thoughts and let me know that I was at my destination. I hadn't even been paying attention to where I was going. When I pulled into the lot of the hotel, I was surprised. There was a much nicer one just a mile down the road. Why hadn't he stayed there? If he was planning to woo me, that would have been the hotel to do it at. I parked and headed inside. When I stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for his floor, my stomach felt like it had tied itself into a giant knot. That was the moment that made me realize how relaxed I'd actually felt at James and Sammie's house. I gave myself a little pep talk, reminding me exactly how I needed to act when Jeff opened the door. The last time I'd seen him, I was someone I'd never been before. That was the only time I'd ever spoken to him negatively or in such a loud tone. Just thinking about it made me laugh. Since I'd moved in with James and Sammie, I'd
caught myself using bad language and raising my voice, especially the three times I'd met Parker. That man was enough to have me being someone I'd never been in my life.

  The door opened, and the numbers on the wall in front of me had me turning to the right. The walk down the hall was long and something I definitely wasn't used to. Anytime I'd stayed in a hotel with Jeff, he'd always gotten a room on the top floor. It didn't matter if we were spending time alone, which hadn't happened in a very long time, or if we were at a business meeting. We always stayed in style.

  When I finally reached the room number he'd given me, I knocked on the door. I heard the click and the door opened a crack, but that was it. When I pushed it open all the way and looked inside, there were no flowers, and there was definitely no grand gesture of love.

  “You coming in?” I heard him ask, as he walked a few steps in the other direction before turning around and coming right back.

  Jeff wasn't wearing his normal suit or dress pants. He was wearing jeans. It was definitely a rare sight and honestly not one that I minded a bit.

  “Did you drive down this morning?” I asked, as I walked into the room.

  “No,” he said, as he came even closer. “I came last night.”

  “What if I'd gone to Michigan?” I asked. “James and Sammie were there.”

  “They were,” he said, as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, “but you weren't.”

  His mouth came down on mine, and he kissed me. Without a second thought, I opened for him. His tongue moved into my mouth and around mine as it always did. It was almost as if it was automated and he wasn't even controlling it. It had been months since he'd kissed me at all, so that was something, but it was the first time I'd ever noticed that there was no feeling behind it. I put my hands up against his chest and pushed, as I took a step back from him. How could a stranger in a dream kiss me better than my own husband? When I touched him, I felt nothing. There was no shiver, no zing, no anything. My eyes went to his hair and noticed how perfectly combed it was. Then I pictured it the way it was that day. The day I'd found her in my house, in my robe, with him calling her baby.