Love Crazy (Welcome To Spartan #1)

by Ashley Lyn

  With my panties around my knees, I can’t spread my legs far, but he taps my ankles and I stretch them to the max. He starts kissing his way back up and buries his face between my legs, causing me to moan like a lusty bitch.

  Sliding his hands up my back, he pushes up my dress, unhooks my bra with a snap of his fingers, and wraps his hands around my breasts.

  “Now, Miss Alice, I want you to stay as quiet and as still as possible. Think you can handle that?” I nod.

  SMACK!

  “I need the words, babe.”

  “Yes. I can stay quiet.”

  “Good girl”

  This dominant character Luke’s playing is hot as hell, and I can feel my arousal slide slowly down my legs.

  My dress is removed, and my arms are pulled around my back and handcuffed together. The clunk of the tool belt hitting the floor does odd things to my psyche, and I start shaking. A single finger traces my spine, down my ass, then between my legs.

  His beard tickling the back of my legs catch me off guard and I lunge forward, earning me another spanking, this one not so gentle. I gasp and push back, confused with wanting more, and wanting the burn to stop.

  His tongue on my pussy is featherlight as he laps up my juices.

  “Luke, pleeeeease! Oh, God!”

  SMACK!

  “I’ll go at my speed, and be quiet.”

  His tongue circles my clit, and I’m trying to hold onto my sanity. Nothing has ever felt this good. It feels like my whole body is drenched in hot oil.

  He gives up the light licks for this mind-numbing suckling motion and I explode. I suck in a big breath, and a sob breaks free.

  Suddenly, my hands are free, and I’m flipped over onto my back. Luke settles his hips between my legs and wipes my tears away before placing kisses along my cheeks. He slides his length in slowly, and my legs hook around his hips.

  Pulling out so fucking slow, I swear I can feel every bump and vein in his cock. He’s poised at my entrance and watching my face. He slams back in and bumps my clit at the same time with his thumb.

  Over and over the pattern goes; slowly out, fast and hard in, bumping my clit. His eyes are so fucking sexy, the usual light blue darkened with arousal.

  “I love you, Luke.” A grin splits his lips and he leans down, kissing me hard.

  With his mouth close to my ear, he whispers, “I love you too, Alice. I plan to spend every day, expressing exactly how you make me feel.”

  He leans up and grips my hips roughly, slamming into me over and over again. With just a few thrusts, I come so hard I see stars. My pussy clamps down on his length, drawing out his orgasm as well. He roars out my name and collapses on top of me. Catching my breath is difficult with his big body on top of mine, but I wouldn’t make him move for anything. He groans as he pulls out, then rolls until I’m on top.

  “The condom’s gonna leak all over the bedspread.”

  “I don’t give a fuck right now—I’m numb.”

  I’m kissing my way up his chest to his lips, when I hear a knock on the door.

  “If you don’t go the fuck away, I will shoot your ass,” Luke hollers at the door, making me giggle.

  Now it sounds like someone is pounding on my door, and Luke stiffens beneath me. He slides me off and pulls off the condom, then grabs his pajama pants before making his way to the door like an avenging angel.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Her mother.”

  “I’ve met her moms, and you sure the fuck ain’t them. So get gone, bitch.”

  The door slams and I sit on my bed, panicking. My fucking egg donor is at my motherfucking house!

  “Babe…babe, look at me. She’s just sitting out there on the porch, and I’m not sure she’s gonna leave. You want me to call Parker?”

  “No, I’ll speak to her.”

  Getting up, I put my dress back on and attempt to do something with my hair. Walking into the living room, I open the window to the left of the door and slide down to the floor.

  “I want nothing to do with you, and I want you to leave. There is absolutely no reason for you to be here. All this could have been said over the phone, instead of you coming here to my fucking house to ruin my day.”

  “Darling, it is so good to hear your voice! I have waited so long to come see you,” she drawls with a saccharine sweet voice, that sounds fake as hell.

  “You have had years to come see me. Why now?”

  “I’m sorry for that, my sweet daughter.” I snort.

  “You didn’t answer my question, about why now?”

  “I’m trying to clean up my act, and I have always wanted to meet you to get to know you.” “I’m sorry, but I’m just not interested. Please leave.”

  “I was thinking about moving here. Wouldn’t that be nice? I just need a little help from you. I need some money to make the move, just a tiny bit of help. I could be here with you, and we can finally have the realationship we should have always had.”

  “No, I’m sorry, bu—” She starts banging on the door, interupting me again, and goes off the fucking rails crazy.

  “You listen here, you little brat! I tried to ask nicely, but you’re being fucking rude! Now, I am demanding that you give me what I’m asking for, or I will tell your father where you are.”

  “Father?” I’m in shock. I figured with her past, she didn’t have a clue who he even was.

  “Your father is not a nice man, he is a criminal. There’s no telling what he would do to you if he found out where you live. All it would take to keep my mouth shut is ten thousand dollars.”

  “Your crazy! I don’t have that kind of money. I don’t care who he is, or if he fancies himself the next Al Capone, I’m not giving you shit.”

  Just then, I hear the bleep of Parker’s siren, and I look over at Luke, with the phone to his ear. I can’t deal with this anymore. I get up and run to my bedroom and slide into bed, yanking the covers up over my head. I hear screeching, crying, cussing—the whole nine yards, but I block it out. I just want to forget the last fifteen minutes of my life.

  So now I have a crazy as fuck mother who’s trying to blackmail me, and a father who will now be looking for me. Closing my eyes, I pray for a sinkhole to open up and swallow me whole. Feeling the bed move on both sides, I open my eyes to find my moms sobbing. I bury my face in Cleo’s neck.

  How do things go from the best to the worst in a matter of minutes?

  “Why is your bed so wet…Oh! Oh! That’s so disgusting.”

  A wet, watery laugh breaks out as Margo jumps up and shoos us off the bed. She runs out and returns with a clean quilt and flings it across the bed, then we all three lay back down.

  Parker and Luke come in as we’re all snuggled up together. “Lay it on me, Deputy Dog.”

  Luke grabs the dirty comforter from the floor and heads out. Parker takes a deep breath. “I take it that’s your birth mother?”

  “Yes, unfortunately.”

  “Can you tell me what happened?”

  “We, Luke and I, were laying in bed, and she started banging on the door like she was trying to break it down. Luke answered and told her to leave. When she wouldn’t go away, I went out and talked to her through the open window. She told me she wanted ten grand to keep information about where I live a secret from my father. She didn’t give me a name, or why he would even care about me, but I’m guessing he’s not a nice man.”

  “All right. I’m going to take her down to the station and make some calls. I’ll let you know what I find, okay?”

  “Thanks, Parker.”

  Parker heads out, and the moms get up. “We need to have a little word with that woman. Call us if you need us.”

  They get up and head out, and Luke slides in with me, snuggling close. I just want to forget everything for a little while. Closing my eyes, Luke kisses my forehead.

  “I love you, baby. Sleep, okay.”

  Kissing his chest, I do just that.

  in-laws

 
Ali

  3 Weeks later

  I’m cleaning, and I mean deep, deep cleaning. Luke’s parents, and his sister, Savannah, will be here tomorrow, and I’m only mildly panicking.

  Luke has more or less moved in with me, since his stuff is everywhere. He moved another desk into my office area, and his clothes are in my dresser and closet.

  I love it. Seriously, who knew living with a guy would be so much fun? Steven’s helping me out, because when it comes to cleaning, he’s the master.

  The tunes are rocking, and I check the typed checklist that Steven made for me.

  “You know, Ali, with the sheer amount of used condoms in the trash and multitude of wrappers in this house, you’d think that the two of you were unable to walk.”

  “Jealous?”

  “Hell no, I’m in your boat. Roger’s been voracious lately. I think there’s something in the water because Lucy and Paul have been playing the Naughty Dez and Lucille routine like it could go out of style.”

  “I heard that Bruce and his wife got a noise complaint on them the other day. Parker refuses to talk about it, said there isn’t enough bleach to clean that image from his mind.”

  I’m freaking wiping down the damn baseboards, and not at all happy about it when we hear a quiet knock on the door.

  I look up at Steven as he heads to the door. When he opens it I gasp, running to Amy. She’s filthy, and crouched down on the porch.

  “Oh my God, Amy. Are you okay?”

  “I just…I just need to use your shower again, and he startled me.”

  “This is Steven, and he’s harmless to everything except dust. He’s helping me clean the house. Luke’s parents are coming for a visit, and I apparently need to “deep clean.”

  She slides past me and heads to the bathroom. Going over to the hall closet, I grab the stuff I put away for her if she came again.

  I hand her the bag, and she looks at me weird. “There are all kinds of toiletry items, clothes and stuff for you. I figured you could leave it here for next time, that way you have your own stuff to use. Those are clothes that don’t fit me anymore, so you’re welcome to them if you want them.”

  The tears that fall make white lines down her dirt covered cheeks. “Thank you.”

  She closes the door to the bathroom, and Steven stands there, looking kind of sad and lost.

  “It’s hard to think that we have someone who lives here, yet lives in squaller.”

  “I know. I just try and have stuff here for her when she needs it. I have a basket full of things for her to take with her too if she wants it.”

  “Okay. If she does, then I’ll go this time and fill up a basket for when she comes again.”

  We go back to cleaning, and about ten minutes later, there’s another knock on the door. This time it’s Parker. Just as I open the door, Amy walks out in fresh clothes, clean and free of dirt.

  Parker’s jaw drops and Amy looks torn between retreating to the bathroom and trying to dart out the window.

  “Amy. God, I haven’t seen you since…well, you know.” Parker starts to walk over to her, and the panicked look on Amy’s face is devastating.

  Parker looks confused and pissed. “Amy, I would never hurt you, I want you to know that. If something’s wrong, I can help. Please, just let me help.”

  She shakes her head, like she’s trying to shake her brain loose.

  She looks at me, lost. “I didn’t invite him over, I promise. There’s a back door, if you go back down that hallway.”

  “Damn, Ali. She needs to stay and let me help!” Steven comes out of the kitchen and hands the basket to Amy and backs away. Amy looks inside, then at me. With a nod of thanks, she turns and heads out. Steven blocks the door so Parker can’t leave and chase after her.

  “Gentle Parker, you have to approach that one with care, and slowly. You go chasing after that scared filly, she might leave for good. You know that.”

  “Fuck, Steven. Did you see her?”

  “Yes, and you didn’t see her when she first came in. You saw her after she cleaned up.”

  “What was in that basket?”

  “Food, easy stuff that she can make without much fuss, baby wipes, bottled water and clothes. I also threw in a pre-paid cell phone in case she needs it. She’s been coming here about once a week to take a shower. Usually, I’m not even here when she comes. I’m willing to bet that basket will be back here in the morning. We’re gonna take turns filling it up.”

  Parker sits down. “Let me know what to get, and I’ll stock up stuff here too, just in case.”

  “Why did you stop by, Parker?”

  “The police department called from New York, which is where your mother’s been. They said they got a call that she wouldn’t leave a company called Harper Holdings. She was ranting and raving about child support, and a daughter. She ran when they showed up. They saw in the system that I had arrested her and wanted to know if she was here. The owner of Harper Holdings is a Dane Harper, a ruthless business person dealing in real estate. According to the officer I spoke to, Dane is a good guy. He’s a shark in the business world, but other than that, a good guy.”

  “You think this guy might be my dad?”

  “It might not be all that bad if you got ahead of this and took away her ammunition if she is trying to play both sides to the middle. You need to reach out to him and let him know what she told you, and see what he says. Get the DNA test, then that mystery would be solved. If he isn’t your father, then your mom loses her ammo with both you and him.”

  “I’ll think about it, but right now, I need to concentrate on getting through the weekend with Luke’s family, then I’ll go from there. I’ll talk to the moms and Luke and see what they think.”

  “All right. Let me know if you see Amy again.”

  “I put mine, Margo’s, Cleo’s, Luke’s, and your numbers in her phone. Let me give you hers, just in case she calls you.”

  I add the number into Parker’s phone and he heads out, while I start back on these stupid fucking baseboards. Personally, I think this is all bullshit. Steven just wants me to keep busy while he cleans so I won’t fuck anything up.

  “Christ, Ali. Why is there a condom in the pantry?”

  “Oooh. We were playing naughty baker and client, and things got hot and heavy in the pantry when we started talking about flour and spices.”

  “You guys are weird.”

  We are, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  ***

  I’ve primped, freaked out, orgasmed, primped again, and contemplated taking a shot of Tequila. His parents are pulling up my driveway, and I think I’m going to puke.

  The car stops and Luke heads out. His mom opens the door, and Luke reaches in and picks her up, swinging her around.

  “Lucas Walter Miller, put me down!”

  “Missed you, Momma.”

  “Son, put your mom down. You’re embarrassing her in front of your lady friend.”

  “Sorry, Momma.”

  Savannah comes around the side and sits on the hood, mean-mugging me, as Luke and his parents engage in information vomit, so I concentrate on her.

  She looks pissed, so I walk right up to her and hug the shit out of her. “Savannah, it’s sooo good to see you.”

  “Let me go, you lunatic.”

  “Just giving my future “sister-in-law” a hug.”

  “Sister in law?” she asks, struggling in my arms.

  “You’re engaged? Lucas, why didn’t you tell me?” His mother hauls off and smacks him on the arm.

  “Yeah, Walt.” I can’t help myself.

  “Ali, seriously, do not call me Walt.”

  I giggle and link my arm with Savannah’s, and drag her ass in the house.

  “I don’t wanna go into this rat trap.”

  “You’re coming into my house, Savannah, because I spent all of yesterday cleaning.”

  “You’re nuts.”

  “Yup.”

  She smiles at me, so I smil
e back, and we park it on the couch.

  “You guys have a nice drive?” I ask her.

  “It wasn’t too bad.”

  Luke and his parents come in, and see us sitting together on the couch. “Savannah? Do you two know each other?”

  “We’ve spoken on the phone before. So, what’s the plan, baby brother? Is there anything to do in this little town?”

  “We’re going to Ali’s moms’ bar for a little get-together, and by get-together, I mean the entire town will be there with food, music, and drinks.”

  “Oh, that sounds nice, dear.”

  His mom starts walking around my house, and I shit you not, she looks at my baseboards with an accepting nod. I silently thank Steven for being so anal about them needing cleaned.

  We load up the food I have in my fridge and head out. I start to say a prayer, asking that everyone be clothed, but stop. Hell, let the crazy flags fly. It wouldn’t be Spartan without it.

  ***

  When we enter the bar, I find the tables are all set up. I’m surprised to see that Paul has pants on, but no shirt, while Shamus looks like he’s trying to become one with the wall. The place is hopping with people dancing, and Luke’s mom is looking around like she just hit the jackpot.

  “Moms!”

  They both turn and make their way over to us. “Barbara, these are my moms, Margo and Cleo. Margo and Cleo, these are Luke’s parents, Barabara and Lincoln. And this is Savannah, his sister.”

  My moms forgo the handshakes and hug them all instead. They hook arms with both Lincoln and Barabara and drag them over to the bar.

  Savannah eyeballs Shamus. “Who’s that guy trying to disappear?”

  “That would be Shamus. Let me introduce you. Shamus!”

  “Fuck.” He turns to make a run for it and hits the wall. Smacking his forehead against it a couple more times for good measure, he turns around and does his best to straighten his kilt and shirt, then runs his hand through his hair before walking over.

  “Shamus, this is Savannah, Luke’s sister.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Savannah.” He shocks the shit out of me when he grabs her hand and kisses her knuckles.