Out of My League: Complete Box Set

by Sharon Cummin

  I'd seen him walk by my door, so he must have gone to the kids' rooms. When he turned the corner and stepped back into my room, he stopped frozen. At some point, he'd lost his suit jacket, and I could see his muscles pulling against his dress shirt. He reached back and closed my door. Then I heard the lock click into place.

  “That right there is the sexiest sight I've ever seen in my life,” he growled out, as he came toward the bed.

  I could see the bulge in his pants pushing against the thin material, and I wanted so badly to go to him, but I didn't. He leaned down a bit, reached forward, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me in one fast move down to the end of the bed. When he did it, his jersey rode up my thighs and over my ass. His hand came down, grabbed just inside of the thin, white material, and he ripped my panties from me.

  “No,” he said. “That is the sexiest sight I've ever seen.”

  Then he dropped to his knees, and I watched, as he leaned forward and kissed up my thigh. Just the thought of him being between my legs with his mouth had me wet. When he reached the top of my thigh, I felt my leg shake. Instead of going where I wanted him, he pulled back and began kissing up my other thigh, and his eyes came up to meet mine.

  “You've worn that jersey before, haven't you?” he asked.

  When I didn't answer, he stopped kissing me.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  He began kissing me again, and just before he reached the one spot I needed him to kiss, he slowed down but kept his eyes on mine.

  “Have you worn it while you've touched yourself?” he asked.

  I didn't answer, and he stopped, right there, right where I wanted him.

  “Tell me, Cassie,” he said. “Have your worn my jersey while you've made yourself come?”

  “Parker,” I whispered. “Please.”

  “Answer me, Cassie,” he said. “Have you had my jersey on while you've had your fingers deep inside yourself?”

  When I let out a tiny whimper, his tongue came out and licked one long lick, and I thrust my hips forward.

  “Parker,” I moaned out.

  “I can see it in my mind, and I can't wait to see it in person,” he said. “My jersey covering that sexy body, while you fuck yourself with your fingers. Your back arches, and the tips of your nipples brush across the rough material.”

  Then his finger was on me. It was right there. I could feel it and wanted so badly for him to move it. I lifted my hips from the bed to get closer, but he wouldn't let me.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Did you moan my name like you are now?” he asked. “Was I the one you were thinking of when your fingers were buried deep?”

  “Yes,” I finally blurted out. “I was wearing your jersey, and I did call your name. Now do something.”

  He didn't give me one second before he thrust his finger in deep and began to fuck me with it. I cried out his name, and my hands clenched my sheets tight. His mouth came down on me, and he sucked my clit between his teeth. I let out a loud moan, and just as he thrust in a second finger, I came hard.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “That was hot.”

  Once my body relaxed, I got up on my knees and crawled to the end of the bed. He stood up, and I licked my lips. Then I reached forward, undid his belt, and opened his suit pants. When I shimmied them down his legs, I could see his impressive bulge just beneath his boxers. I nudged his legs so he would take a few steps back. Then I slid from the bed and landed on my knees. I grabbed the waist of his boxers and pulled them down. When his extremely hard cock sprang free, I knew I had to taste him.

  I reached up and wrapped my hand around him. Then I slowly began stroking up and down his shaft. When he let out a moan of his own, I licked from his base all the way up to his tip. I swirled my tongue around him. Then I opened my lips and took him in inch by inch. When I felt him hit my throat, I took a second to relax. Then I took him in as deep as I could.

  “Cassie,” he moaned. “So damn good. Suck it, baby.”

  I sucked in. Then I began moving my mouth up and down his cock. When his head fell back, his hand grabbed hold of my hair, and he began guiding me up and down his length. One hand was stroking him, and the other came up and cupped his balls. He held my head to stop me from moving. Then he thrust his hips forward and moved down my throat. When I felt his balls tighten in my hand, he pulled away from me. Then his hands came down, grabbed under my arms, and he lifted me from the ground. When he threw me back onto the bed, the look in his eyes was one I knew I wanted to see again and again. He wanted me. Parker actually wanted me.

  “Stop thinking,” he demanded, and I opened my mouth to object, but he wouldn't let me. “I can see it, Cassie. Stop.”

  He undid the buttons on his dress shirt. Then he dropped it from his shoulders. When he reached up and grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, my knees moved together, and my thighs clenched. He threw the t-shirt on the pile with everything else. Then he stepped toward the bed, reached forward, and pulled my knees apart. He got onto the bed between my legs and leaned down over my body. His big hands pushed the jersey up my body until my breasts were exposed. Then he leaned down and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, as he pinched the other between his fingers. My back arched up, and I closed my eyes. I soaked in every second of his hands and mouth on me as he licked, sucked, and fondled one breast before switching sides. I was moaning and saying his name over and over. Everything he was doing felt amazing. When his knee came up between my legs and pushed against me, I moved my hips in rhythm with it. When he sucked my other nipple into his mouth, I cried out and came for the second time.

  “I need inside,” he said, as I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

  I nodded instead of trying to find even one word to say to him. He pushed one of my legs over with his knee. Then he grabbed his cock in his hand, and my eyes instantly moved down to it. He stroked it once and then again, and just as my thighs clenched, he let go.

  “Eyes up here,” he said, and I looked up to see the sexiest smile on his face. “I want to see your eyes when I thrust into you.”

  He grabbed my legs and spread them wide.

  “So damn beautiful,” he said. “It's mine.”

  He lifted my legs, lined himself up, and sat still.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he asked, with a deep tone to his voice.

  “Parker,” I whimpered.

  My eyes moved down to where we were just the slightest bit away from being connected. Then they moved back up to his.

  “Whose, Cassie?” he asked again, sounding even sexier than the last time.

  “Yours, Parker,” I said, as I looked into his eyes. “I'm yours.”

  With his eyes still on mine, he thrust into me hard and fast, and I cried out his name.

  “Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “So tight.”

  He pulled back and thrust into me again and again.

  “Parker,” I moaned, as I reached forward, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him down toward me. “I need you.”

  His mouth landed on mine, and I opened to him. His tongue thrust into my mouth, and my hands held tight to the back of his head, as he fucked my mouth just like he was fucking me. One of his elbows was next to my head, and each time he entered me, my shoulder bounced off of it.

  “Need you so fucking bad, Cassie,” he moaned into my mouth.

  His other hand let go of my leg and his elbow went down next to the other side of my head. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and my heel pushed against him. He pounded into me over and over, and before I knew it, I was crying out his name, as I pulsed around his cock.

  “I love the way it feels when your pussy sucks my cock,” he said, as he thrust in hard and deep.

  When my body relaxed again, he pulled away from me.

  “Flip over,” he commanded, and I did as he said. “On your hands and knees.”

  I lifted my body but could barely hold myself up. I honestly wasn't sure how much more I
could take. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a his hand smack my ass, and I jumped.

  “Parker,” I snapped.

  “Yes, Cassie,” he said, with humor in his tone.

  I turned back just in time to see his hand move back and then swat my other cheek.

  “Your ass needs to behave,” he said. “You're so damn cocky.”

  “Are you going to fuck me or what,” I said, with a smile on my face.

  “Reach up and hold onto the headboard,” he said.

  I did as he said. Then I thought about it.

  “Hey,” I said. “You were the one that suggested this bed.”

  “Exactly,” he said, as he moved closer, leaned over my back, and grabbed my shoulders. “Hold on tight.”

  “What if I let some other man in here,” I said, just to fuck with him of course.

  He leaned down close to my ear.

  “Never fucking happening,” he growled out, and he thrust into me so hard and fast that I flew forward.

  “Parker,” I moaned his name.

  He pounded into me hard and deep over and over. His mouth was on my shoulder, kissing me. Then he grabbed my hair, twisted it around his hand, and pulled, as he thrust into me. His hand came down on my ass again, and I knew I would never get enough of the man.

  “You're mine,” he said, as he thrust in so hard that I moved forward again. “Say it, Cassie.”

  “I'm yours,” I moaned, knowing that he was completely right.

  “Hang on tight,” he said, just as his hands went to my hips, and he fucked me hard.

  I cried out his name, as I came one final time. Then he thrust in one more time, and I felt jolt after jolt of him fill me.

  I fell onto the bed, and he fell onto me. Having his body against mine felt so good that I never wanted to move again. He eventually rolled to the side, and I looked over at him, as his fingers moved gently up and down my back.

  “You were the reason Jeff gave in,” I said.

  “Not just me,” he said. “The other guys were there too.”

  “I can't imagine that car ride?” I said.

  “It was definitely interesting,” he replied.

  “Were you the only one that hit him?” I asked.

  “I was,” he answered. “I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. Just know it was well deserved.”

  “You broke his nose,” I said.

  “Really?” I asked. “We didn't stick around to find out.”

  “The damn thing is crooked,” I said.

  “He has enough money to get it fixed,” he said.

  “Parker,” I said.

  “What?” he asked. “It's true. Maybe next time he'll think twice before he puts his hands on a woman. I'm just glad it won't be my woman.”

  “You're woman?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “You said yourself you were mine.”

  “You asked me at an unfair time,” I said.

  “Doesn't matter,” he said. “You said it.”

  “You know that makes you mine too?” I asked.

  “Of course,” he said. “I'm all yours. You can have all of this anytime you want it.”

  I shook my head, and he started laughing, as he continued moving his fingers along my back.

  “Whatever you're doing feels amazing. You can do that anytime you want to as well.”

  He leaned down and started placing tiny kisses on my shoulder.

  “What did you come to talk to me about today?” I asked.

  “I came to tell you that you're mine,” he said. “What did you want to tell me?”

  “That I liked you as more than a friend,” I answered. “I just wasn't sure what you were going to say.”

  “So you picked the word love instead?” he asked.

  “I didn't mean for that word to fly out of my mouth,” I said, as my eyes began to close.

  I was fighting as hard as I could to keep them open, but what he was doing was only making it harder.

  “I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm just glad you had your grandma there. She's pretty great,” he said.

  “You're talking to her, aren't you?” I asked.

  “Would it be bad if I said yes?” he asked.

  “Not at all,” I answered. “She's pretty great, and she's always taking in strays. That's how we got Lance and Lucy.”

  “Strays,” he said.

  “Yep,” I replied, with a giggle. “Just remember whose grandma she really is. I love you, wannabe.”

  “I love you too, princess.”

  The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and looked over to see that he was still there. It wasn't a dream, but it had sure felt like one. Parker was really in my bed, and we were both completely naked. Then I looked at the clock, and I jumped out of bed.

  “You have to go,” I blurted out.

  He opened his eyes, looked over at the clock, and sat up.

  “I don't want to,” he said.

  “The kids are going to be up soon,” I said.

  “What's wrong with that?” he asked. “This is going to be happening a lot, Cassie. I'm not home enough. When I am, I'm going to be with you.”

  “Parker,” I said, as I hurried over, picked up my panties, and shook my head.

  “Do not Parker me,” he said. “I'm not going anywhere. This is most definitely happening.”

  “But what if,” I began, but he cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

  “What if nothing,” he said. “There is no what if. I'm here to stay. So, unless you have plans to kick me to the curb, I'm going to be here. I will not hurt you or the kids. They are important to me too you know. I've become pretty attached to them. I even gave Jenny a shout out on television. What more do you need?”

  “You're right,” I said. “We both have to be all in or it will never work between us.”

  I reached into one of the drawers of my dresser and pulled out a pair of panties. Then I pulled them on. Parker was already dressed when I turned toward him.

  “How the fuck did you do that?” I asked.

  “I've learned to get ready fast over the years,” he said. “Either that or get my ass chewed out a good one. I have my kids today. I want the four of you there too.”

  “You can't just spring four new people on them, Parker,” I said.

  “I'm not,” he said. “They already know about you.”

  “What?” I asked. “How? You just said you loved me last night.”

  “Doesn't mean I didn't already know, and you were the one that said it first,” he said. “You think you can handle two more kids?”

  “I just learned how to handle three,” I said, with a laugh. “Two more would be prefect, but that's it.”

  “Come on,” he said, as he grabbed his dress shirt and walked toward my bedroom door. “You don't want a Pete Parker Jr. running around? You think on that while I start some coffee.”

  He opened the door and walked out of my room. I'd already gotten my pants on and was pulling my shirt over my head, as I followed right behind him.

  “There is no way that is happening,” I said. “I'm sorry, but no. Even if we were going to have more than five kids, which we are not, we would not name our son after you.”

  He kept walking without saying a word, and I thought for sure I'd hurt his feelings.

  “Shit!” I said, as I caught up with him and grabbed his arm. “I'm sorry. That's your name. I shouldn't have said that.”

  “There is no way I would ever name a child that,” he said, as he reached for the coffee and burst into laughter. “I was just fucking with you.”

  “That was so wrong,” I said, as I grabbed two cups and set them on the counter. “Pete Parker Jr. does have a bit of a nice ring to it.”

  “You're not serious, are you?” he asked, with every bit of laughter gone from his voice.

  “No,” I said, as I burst into laughter. “I'm just fucking with you. How does it feel?”

  I turned to walk away, but I didn't get far before he wrapped his
arms around me and held me tight.

  “Seriously though,” I said, “five is plenty. It truly is perfect.”

  Chapter 28

  Parker

  The kids were definitely surprised and very happy to see me standing in the kitchen when they got up. After giving me a hug, they took off to watch cartoons. Cassie had made it out to be something it wasn't, just like the big deal I knew she was going to make out of meeting the twins.

  We had breakfast, and I did the dishes while she got the kids ready. There was no way I was giving her a single excuse to get out of spending the day with us. It was not happening.

  I helped her get the kids into her vehicle. Then I took my apartment key off my key ring and handed it to her. I also pulled my phone out and text her my address and apartment number, just in case she'd forgotten where I lived.

  “I'm not sure about this, Parker,” she said.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “This is a big deal. What if they don't like me?” she asked.

  “They're going to love you and the kids,” I said. “Your kids like me.”

  “They met you long before we were a thing,” she said.

  “You have to meet them eventually, and I would rather it be sooner rather than later,” I said. “They asked the last time I saw them when they were going to meet you. Do you really want to disappoint them?”

  “That is not fair,” she said.

  “Didn't say it was,” I said. “I'll see you there.”

  “Fine,” she snapped. “Love you, wannabe.”

  “Love you too, princess,” I said.

  Then I turned and walked over to my car. As soon as she pulled out of the lot, I turned the other way and headed to what used to be my home. Was I making a mistake, I wondered? What if she pulled away from me again? What if her brother or one of the Lances convinced her that we were a bad idea? I knew I had her grandma, Sammie, and Lauren on my side. That was a pretty good start. Had the twins said anything to their mom? Would she even care? I knew she wouldn't care that I was with someone else. I just wasn't sure if she was going to add that to the arsenal of things she used against me.