Protecting Her Heart: Indianapolis Eagles Series Book 4

by Samantha Lind

  “Hmmm… maybe. You’re a bad influence, you know that?” she tells me, nudging me with her shoulder.

  We walk around, checking out our options, before circling back around to grab a couple cupcakes, a slice of cheesecake, and a decadent gourmet brownie.

  “I think that’s enough sweets for us tonight!” Laura says, pulling me toward the checkout. “Do you want any beer or anything specific to drink. I only have some wine and soft drinks at my house.”

  “I’m good. I try to keep my drinking to a minimum during the season.”

  After Laura scans our items, I pull out my wallet and pay for everything. She grabs the bag and we head back out to the parking lot.

  Once we arrive at Laura’s house, I park behind where she pulls into her garage, following her into her house through the garage. She reaches past me just before we walk through the door into her house and hits the button to close the garage door.

  She sets the bag from the store down on the kitchen counter, and then bends down to pet the cat that’s begging for attention at our feet.

  “Who’s a good boy?” she coos, scooping him up and bringing him to her chest as she pets him with her other hand. “This is Pippin.” She brings the cat a little closer to me, and I reach out and let him sniff my hand before I pet him down his back.

  “Is he your only animal?”

  “Yep, and I’ve had him since he was just a little kitten,” she tells me as Pippin jumps out of her hands and runs out of the kitchen.

  “Can I get you anything to drink?”

  “Water is fine.”

  Laura pulls out two glasses and fills them both with ice and water from the fridge dispenser.

  “Shall we?” She gestures to the living room after handing me a glass. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out two forks, then grabs the bag, and we head into her living room.

  I set my glass down on a coaster she has out on an end table, grabbing hers as well, then take the bag and two forks and set them on the table next to the glasses. I turn back to Laura and snake my arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her hands settle against my chest before I drop my mouth to hers, capturing her lips with my own in a searing kiss.

  We become a tangled mess of limbs as we both try and touch every inch of each other. Without breaking the kiss, I sit down on the couch behind me, pulling Laura down on my lap. She straddles me, grinding her pussy against my already hard cock. Feeling the heat of her through the denim of her jeans and the fabric of my dress pants has my cock hardening even more, pressing it tightly against the zipper.

  I break away from her lips, kissing my way along her jaw and then down the column of her neck. I pull her shirt from her jeans, sliding it up her torso and over her head. With her shirt off, I have more exposed skin at my disposal to kiss and torment. I shift the two of us slightly so that I can kiss my way down her chest, paying close attention to the exposed tops of her breasts. I slip my tongue past the edge of her bra cup and strike gold when I flick the hardening bud that’s hidden behind the fabric.

  “Mhmmm,” she moans when my tongue makes contact with her nipple for a second time. I take that as my cue that she’s enjoying this, and reach back with one hand, pinching the bra to release the clasp. As it falls away from her body, I immediately bring my hands around and cup her luscious breasts, bringing my mouth back to them, flicking her nipples and causing them to harden even more than before.

  I suck one breast into my mouth, Laura writhing from the pleasure in my lap as she chases her orgasm.

  “Princess, we either need to slow things down or take this to the bedroom. Your call,” I say against her skin.

  “Bedroom, now.” She moans as I suck her other nipple into my mouth, toying and teasing her. I stand up, holding Laura under her ass as she wraps her legs around my torso, and I walk blindly to the hall I assume leads to the bedrooms.

  “What room?” I question, breaking our connection so that I can get us safely down the hall.

  “Last door on the left,” she says, just before biting my ear, sucking the lobe in her mouth.

  I push open the door and enter her bedroom. The light from the hall spills into the room, allowing me to see around. I take in the feminine décor she has around the room. Decorative pillows adorn the bed, all perfectly displayed. I take in the other feminine touches throughout her room, from the few pieces of art she has hung on the wall to the floral bedspread.

  I close the space between the doorway and the bed, setting Laura down onto the edge of the bed. I unbutton my dress shirt, thankful I never put a tie on this afternoon when I dressed to head to the arena. I quickly discard it, dropping it to the floor. I reach behind my head with one hand and grip my undershirt, pulling it up and over my head in one quick movement. My other hand lands on her denim-covered leg. I watch as Laura takes in my half-naked form. Her eyes trace the lines of my abs as they move lower and lower down my body, until they widen when she sees the bulge in my slacks.

  I reach out, cupping her face as I slide my thumb across her bottom lip. The little vixen slides her tongue out and licks the tip of my thumb as it moves across the skin. That lick sends a lightning bolt of want and desire straight to my dick. I felt that lick as if her tongue had just flicked across the crown of my cock before she took me fully into her mouth.

  I hover over her, heavy lust-filled eyes connecting with my own as she scoots up on the bed and leans back until she’s propped on her forearms, looking at me while she bites the edge of her lip. The sultry look on her face has me ready to dive dick first into this, but I need to take my time with her. I want to savor this night and make it last as long as I possibly can.

  I slowly lower my head to hers, kissing my way across her jawline until I reach her lips. Before I can make a move of my own, she sucks my lip in between her own, biting my lip and driving me crazy in the process.

  “You’re going to pay for that,” I say against her mouth, moving over her as we move further up the bed. I’ve now got a knee between her legs, we’re both topless, and I need to get us both naked as soon as possible.

  I push myself up, sitting on bended legs. Without breaking eye contact, I slip my hands down her body, stopping only for a second to tweak her nipples as my hands slip past them on the way to the edge of her jeans that rest low on her hips. I unbutton them and then quickly unzip the zipper.

  She’s back to biting that lower lip of hers. Before I slip my hands inside her jeans to take them off, I bring my lips back to hers, stealing a searing kiss.

  I sit back up quickly and grab the edge of her jeans, pulling them down her hips. I grab the band of her panties and pull them off with her jeans. Once they clear her body, I toss them over my shoulder, and they land with a thud on the floor with my shirts.

  I sweep my eyes back up her body and fuck, she’s gorgeous. Curvy in all the right places. She definitely has the body of a hockey player, but damn if it doesn’t turn me on even more than I already am. I’ve never dated a woman who also played, but her time on the ice has done wonders for her body.

  I suck my own lip into my mouth, biting it, as I drink in her naked body in front of me. I want to kiss every inch of her, but I also want to slide inside her as soon as possible.

  “You’ve got too many clothes on,” she tells me, breaking the silence between us, and knocking me out of the trance I’d been pulled into as I drank in her beauty.

  “Is that so?” I ask, smirking, as I drop a hand to my belt, unbuckling it before I pop the button and lower the zipper my cock is straining against. I’m more than happy to get my slacks off and out of the way.

  I move off the bed, where I drop my slacks and then my black boxer briefs and socks into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Standing buck ass naked in front of Laura, I stroke my cock a few times. Her eyes zero in on it and watch as my hand moves up and down my shaft. The flush that fills her skin has my mouth watering and the need to be inside her grows to the point I can’t hold off from touching her any
longer.

  I grab her ankles and pull her legs up, resting her feet on each of my shoulders. This gives me the perfect view of her body. All open and glistening for me. I can see and smell her arousal and fuck, do I want to dive in headfirst.

  I kiss my way up her legs, alternating which one I drop kisses along as I make my way closer to her center. Once I reach her upper thighs, my open-mouthed kisses turn to love bites. The closer I get to her core, the more her body shakes in anticipation of what I’ll do next.

  I tease her a few moments longer, kissing up to her hip bones, and across her abdomen to the other side, and back down the seam where her pelvis and hip meet. Once I’ve tortured her, and myself, long enough, I swipe my tongue along her slit from the bottom all the way up and around her clit.

  “Fuck! Mark!” she shouts as her fingers slide into my hair, digging into my scalp. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck hard. I can feel it throbbing against my tongue as she writhes beneath me. The moans of pleasure that fall from her lips fill my ears and encourage me on.

  I sink two fingers into her wet throbbing pussy. Without letting up on her clit with my mouth, I find a rhythm with my fingers as I react to her body’s response. I want her to find that release she obviously needs in this moment.

  It doesn’t take much more of this combination of her clit in my mouth and my fingers buried inside her for her to start convulsing against me. Her body bows off the bed and then goes rigid before she collapses against the bed, limp and sated. I slip my fingers from her pussy, then kiss her inner thighs before I slide back up her body, coming to rest next to her, giving her a few moments to recover from the orgasm that just shook her body. I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure that was one of the strongest orgasms I’ve seen a woman experience from foreplay alone.

  I lightly circle her nipples, painting her breasts with her juices that are still on my fingers. I roll on top of her and slide down until my mouth is level with her breast. I lazily kiss from one to the next, lapping at her nipples as she moans beneath me. I suck one nipple into my mouth, pulling hard at it with my lips. When I let go, the suction makes a loud pop, causing both of us to laugh at the loudness in what was a quiet moment.

  I drop my forehead between her breasts as we both laugh. “Are you done?” I ask, lifting my head to look up at her.

  “I think so,” she says and giggles a little more. “I think you’ve given me a case of the giggles.” She laughs again.

  I slide up and capture her lips mid-laugh, kissing the giggles away. Her hands slide down my body, exploring all my hard contours and sinewy muscles. She reaches my groin and wraps a hand around my hard cock, stroking me from root to tip.

  “Fuck!” I mumble against her lips. Laura pushes against my chest with her free hand, as she continues to stroke my cock with her other. I follow her lead, moving off her and onto my back. Before I can tug Laura onto my lap, she leans over and wraps her lips around my cock, sucking me in until I hit the back of her throat, and then pulls up. She circles the crown with her tongue, sending shivers down my spine, and has me careening toward an orgasm I’m having a hard time keeping at bay.

  “Laura. You need to stop, babe, or I’m going to come in that pretty little mouth of yours,” I tell her as I cup her chin and pull her mouth off my cock.

  “Mmm.” She moans as I sit up and capture her in another kiss.

  “Do you have condoms?” I ask.

  She pulls back and sucks that bottom lip back between her teeth, driving me crazy.

  “Maybe. Let me check,” she says, pulling away and reaching for her nightstand drawer. I slip off the bed and grab my slacks, hoping and praying I still have a condom in my wallet.

  We both turn back to each other, each with a condom in hand.

  “I’m going to confess, I’m glad you have a condom, as well...because I haven’t been with someone in quite some time, and I guarantee you yours is probably not expired,” Laura says, trying to play off an obvious uncertainty, which is incredibly endearing.

  “Hey, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, babe. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” I lean down and place a kiss to her lips, reassuring her.

  She gives me a smile as I grab the condom from between her fingers and toss it onto her nightstand. I tear open the other packet with my teeth, then quickly roll it down my cock before closing the space between the two of us.

  I capture Laura’s lips once again with my own, settling us back on the bed.

  I line myself up with her entrance and look deep into her eyes as I push inside, stopping only once I’m balls deep.

  “Mark.” Laura moans my name as she adjusts to my cock inside her. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years now, and don’t want to miss a moment of it.

  I soak it all in.

  Memorize the feel of us skin to skin.

  What it feels like to have her wrapped around my cock. Underneath me, sliding in and out of her as we move together, bringing us both to the edge and then over it as we find our orgasms.

  I reluctantly pull out, collapsing next to her on the bed. I reach down and slip the condom off, tying it off and tossing it in the trash can I noticed next to the bed.

  I slip one arm over her torso and pull her close to my body. Wanting to touch her constantly, I drop a kiss to her shoulder as we both relax in the bed.

  Chapter Five

  Laura

  I wake up, warm arms wrapped around me, our legs tangled together. I snuggle in closer to Mark’s naked body, as I feel his arms squeeze tighter around me.

  “Morning.” His voice, raspy with sleep, fills my ears. “Did you sleep well?” he asks, dropping a kiss to the top of my head.

  “Mmm…perfect.” I place a kiss against his hard chest.

  “What time is it?” I ask, still not wanting to open my eyes. I’d rather stay here in this warm bed, wrapped up in Mark’s arms all day.

  I feel him move so he can see the clock on my end table before he answers me.

  “Eight forty-five,” he tells me.

  “I just want to stay in this bed all day.”

  He laughs at me, squeezing my hip where his hand is resting.

  “How about some breakfast instead?” he suggests, just as my stomach growls loudly, causing me to laugh.

  “Okay.” I sigh. “If you insist.”

  “We can always come back to bed after we eat,” Mark suggests, smacking my ass as we slip out of the bed.

  I walk into the attached bathroom and take care of business. I stand in front of the mirror after I finish washing my hands and brushing my teeth, taking in my appearance. I’m still naked from the night before and can see evidence of our escapades. The beard rash from his facial hair, the love bites that left marks on different parts of my body. The ache between my legs from all the sex after such a long time not having it, since before my divorce.

  A knock at the door pulls me from my daydream and staring at my reflection.

  “Everything okay in here?” Mark asks, cracking the door before opening it all the way and stepping in behind me. He’s pulled on his boxer briefs and his undershirt from last night.

  Mark’s arm snakes around my body, making contact at my hip and sliding it along my skin until he’s reached my belly, where his hand covers my bare skin.

  “Mmmm. I love touching you. You’re so soft everywhere,” he says, dropping open-mouthed kisses to the back of my exposed neck. I’d pulled up my hair into a messy bun, effectively making my neck a prime target for his lips.

  His fingers slip down my belly, circling my clit as he kisses along my neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin of my neck and ear. I’m tender from last night, but his teasing has me ready for another round immediately. His fingers drag through my wetness as he slips two inside me. The palm of his hand continues to apply pressure to my clit as his fingers work me from the inside. It doesn’t take long for me to reach my climax and I collapse back against him, sated, feeling like I’m alive again. I could get used to this “orgasm from a sex
y man” thing. The only orgasm I’ve had in the past few years has been from some self-love and a vibrator. This is so much better.

  We finally make it out of the house and to breakfast at a local diner. Being out in public with Mark like this doesn’t feel weird, like I’d kind of assumed it would. I’d gotten so used to being on my own again, that being out with a man who isn’t my dad feels like I’ve turned a new page. I’ve put my past behind me and moved on, finally.

  My relationship with Robert was great in the beginning, but when things started to fall apart between the two of us, it quickly turned from great to horrible. Dealing with the infertility and then the loss of our baby wasn’t easy. And it was a thousand times harder when the one person who was supposed to support me through the good and bad times, in sickness and in health, was the one person who was doing the exact opposite. It made me second guess if a man could really want me for me. Love me for me, and not what I could do or provide for him.

  “You okay?” Mark asks, pulling me back from zoning out.

  “I’m so sorry. I’m just adjusting to everything that’s transpired between the two of us in the last couple of days. It’s a lot for a girl to take in,” I tell him, a small smile on my face as I lean into his side.

  Mark slips his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him in the booth.

  “You looked like you were deep in thought. Is something bothering you? Did I do anything to upset you?”

  “Oh no, you’ve been the perfect gentleman. I’m just still dealing with my past. You know I’ve been married before, and obviously that marriage didn’t last. It also ended on a pretty ugly note, and it’s taken me all this time to overcome some of that hurt and to find myself again.”

  “I’m glad you’ve found yourself again,” Mark says as he slips his hand along my cheek, cupping it and bringing his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. “I just hope that with you finding yourself again, you can let me be a part of your life in a more permanent way. I’ve enjoyed our time together these past few days, and don’t want whatever this is between the two of us to end.”