Double Mountain Trouble

by Katerina Cole

  I nodded, my face smothered by the pillow. “You are.”

  Within seconds he wrapped my plaid cashmere scarf around my wrists and bound them with a final knot. He tugged it tightly. “That will hold.”

  I felt my core ripple with excitement.

  He climbed behind me. I felt his hard shaft drag over my ass. He slapped me once and I bucked in the air.

  “Shit,” I whimpered.

  My clit throbbed. More. I wanted more. My orgasm was hovering, begging to break free. I didn’t know what he had planned with my hands bound. I was at his mercy. My body was his to pleasure.

  His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled them in the air and I adjusted to my knees supporting me while my shoulders remained on the bed. My hands stretched down my back, but I couldn’t hold onto anything. Grip anything for support.

  I realized just how much control Hawk had. This was a test. A test for me to give my body to him. To absorb every thrust. To let go. To stop my body from trying to find strength and support somewhere else. The sheets couldn’t help me. Not the bed. Nothing but giving myself over to him was going to work. That was where the ecstasy was.

  My chin rested at my shoulder.

  “I’m not a nice guy, Mia. I’m the guy who’s going to fuck you senseless. I’ll make you come as hard and as fast as I want.” He yanked a handful of my hair and I bit my lip with excitement. “And if you call me nice again, I’ll just fuck you harder.”

  He didn’t give me a chance to warm up. He didn’t seduce me with foreplay. He knew I was soaking wet. He slammed into me and I screamed as he filled me with his thick cock with the deepest thrust. I was swollen from this morning and I moaned as the fiery friction turned to hunger.

  He pushed inside again and I knew I was dripping all over his cock.

  The vibrations started quickly. Out of nowhere, the orgasm flooded my senses. I was too lost to try to reel it back in.

  Hawk slapped my ass and I bucked as it skyrocketed like a rocket from my core, squeezing his cock like a vice.

  “Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he growled, slamming into me again.

  “You’re so nice and sweet,” I panted. “So nice.”

  He rammed his shaft so far inside I screamed his name. My arms tried to reach for something, but they were glued to my back. My tits hardened and little electric shocks ran between my legs.

  “A good guy,” I breathed.

  He reared back, smacking me at the same time he thrust his cock, hilting himself in me. But now I knew the rhythm. I knew the power we had found in each other’s bodies. I harnessed it. I reveled in it. I fucking soaked in every drop of the intensity.

  Hawk kissed my back and his tongue ran along my shoulder blades. I sighed, feeling another orgasm build inside me.

  His hand reached underneath me, plucking at my clit while I bounced and rode the firestorm of heat.

  He kicked my knees farther apart and I thought I would fall to the bed, but he steadied me with one hand.

  “I’m going to fuck you deeper than I’ve ever been. Over and over. I promise you that.”

  I saw stars dance across my vision. I was so close to exploding. All I needed was a gentle push. A tiny wave in the general direction. I bucked my hips up and down, begging him to push me over the edge.

  He roared as he slid into me with a slow steady stroke that bound us together tighter than the scarf ever could. His hand traveled over my back, dipping to my breasts, then to my mouth. I instantly sucked his fingers and then I crumbled. My body fell in around itself. I didn’t know where I ended and where he began. My whole life, my whole existence seemed centered around this one moment. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. My body convulsed around his cock as he slid in and out of me, squeezing him tighter and tighter with each contraction.

  I didn’t know if this was ever going to end.

  I didn’t know if I ever wanted it to.

  And then I felt Hawk flex and seize behind me. “Oh fuck, baby. Fuck.” He gripped my ass roughly as he pounded into me and unleashed his release inside me. He shook and vibrated, emptying his seed deep in my walls.

  My eyes closed as I felt his lips cover mine gently. After being royally fucked exactly how I wanted, it was the most tender and sexiest kiss he could give me.

  He rolled off of me.

  “You ok?”

  He moved to untie my wrists.

  I grinned. “Perfect.”

  He dropped the scarf on the floor and pulled me to him. I nuzzled into the warmth of his solid chest.

  “I knew you were a nice guy,” I whispered.

  He laughed. “Give me a minute, baby, before round two.”

  I rolled on my side to face him. I traced the line of his jaw. My eyes lifted to his. “I loved it.” I kissed his full lips. “Just know that.”

  He brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed me lightly where his teeth had once bitten me. “I did too.”

  “I’ve never let someone do that before. I didn’t know I’d like it.” I drew a circle over his heart. I could feel the erratic rhythm over the heat of his skin.

  “But you did?”

  I nodded. “Is there more?”

  His eyebrows arched. “More?”

  “I want to know all your good boy ways.” I reached between us, taking his cock in my hand.

  He hissed with pleasure. “Fuck.”

  He reached for the covers, pulling them over us. “You’re not backing out of this.”

  “Never,” I whispered.

  “Good. Neither am I.”

  Twenty-Three

  Crawford

  We lined up on the field just like every other time before now.

  Except this time, I had people in the stands and not just fans, but people I actually cared about seeing me play my best.

  If I turned my head to the left, I could see Cameron sitting in my box with Mia. Pops was up there too.

  I didn’t, though.

  I didn’t want these fuckers across from me on the field to know I gave a damn what anyone thought because they would use that shit against me in every way possible.

  I called for the snap and Jordan spiked the ball straight into my hands. I counted one second, two, and then I looked out into the sea of bodies for a free man. I spotted Donnie across the field. He was there waiting for me right where he was supposed to be. I pulled back my arm and let the ball sail.

  He caught it effortlessly, turning and tucking it under his arm before he was sacked at the forty-three-yard line. The team rushed forward, huddling quickly to hear the next play, and then lining up again so we didn’t waste too much time on the clock.

  The next play we ran was like the first, except where I passed the ball to Donnie the last time, this time I pitched it off to Joe and then ran along the side line with Aaron, making sure Joe got the three yards we needed for the first down.

  He made it all the way to the twenty-six-yard line before being tackled out of bounds, stopping the clock completely. I slapped him on the ass when I made my way back to the huddle, our way of congratulating each other, and then called the next play.

  We had a sure fire way of winning this game and I wanted to make sure it happened. It was the first time that I could think of that my QB box was filled with the most important people in my life.

  Taking my spot behind Jordan, I glanced down the line, checking my other teammates. Several nodded their heads, letting me know they were ready. It was time to handle this shit.

  I called the snap and then took a step back, searching the field for someone open. I spotted Donnie in the distance. Free and clear.

  Pulling back, I let the pass fly. It sailed through the air perfectly, whistling as it soared straight into Donnie’s wide open arms. He tucked the ball under his right arm and turned, digging his feet into the grassy terrain and pushing off with speed and agility.

  I jogged down the field, following the rest of the team as he ran parallel with the sideline, his foot not once touching th
e white line. Defense wasn’t even close to him, but our team still tracked his movements, lining up beside him, following him, protecting him.

  I glanced at the play clock and then back down the field. He was in the redzone. A few more steps and…

  Touchdown.

  Fuck yeah. I knew we could handle this shit.

  Twenty-Four

  Mia

  The women on the field threw themselves at the players the moment the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game. I couldn’t help but feel jealousy rise up inside of me.

  Never in my life had I considered myself a jealous or envious woman until this second. The second I saw someone look at Hawk the way I looked at him. The moment I realized all these women wanted him too.

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  I knew exactly what it was. It was the way he made me feel last night. The way he touched me and held me. I couldn’t stand the thought of his hands on another woman in the same way. I wanted to believe what happened between us was special, even though I know how ridiculous that sounded.

  I was sleeping with Crawford Hawkins, for fuck’s sake. He had probably screwed half the county.

  I had to find a way to convince myself that I could have sex with the man and realize he wasn’t going to change. He only had a week left of his volunteer service at the school. After that, everything was a black hole.

  I felt a tug on my sleeve.

  “Miss Bristow, are we going to get to talk to Hawk?”

  “Of course, honey.” I smiled at him. I wondered if he saw all the girls too. I knew kids were observant. I tried to wipe the green with envy look off my expression.

  Pops came up behind me. He was a character. I realized that about him about ten minutes into the game. He talked to Hawk on the field as if he were in the box with us.

  “Hey you two, I think we need to head on down if you want to see the team.”

  “The whole team?” Cameron looked terrified. That might be too much for him.

  I faced Pops. “I think we’ll wait until some of the crowd clears. If you see Hawk, will you let him know Cameron needed a few minutes up here first?”

  “Of course. Nice meeting you.”

  “You too.” I smiled at the man before he walked out of the box.

  “We can hang out here for a while. Look at all this food we didn’t eat.” I pointed to the trays. There was no way three people could eat half of this, but Hawk had all of it delivered for us.

  Cameron hopped onto one of the barstools and selected a basket of wings.

  I watched as the crowd in the stadium thinned out. I wanted to make sure Cameron didn’t feel overwhelmed. Hawk was a big guy. I could only imagine what it would feel like being around a hundred men who were similar in size. Cameron would be scared to death.

  He ate his wings and a few strawberries. He wiped his mouth and announced he was ready to go.

  “All right.” I did a quick scan. The cleaning crew had started on the rows of seats. I thought it was safe to head toward the bowels of the stadium.

  Hawk had given me specific instructions on where to meet him. Cameron slid his small hand into mine as we walked the concourse. We took the elevator to the bottom floor and I looked for the Sharks locker rooms.

  Before I could read the signs, I saw Hawk walking straight toward us. My heart jumped in my chest, taking off at the speed of light. I didn’t think I had ever seen him in his uniform before, and it had to be the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.

  My mind was flooded with images of the night before and so many more. So many things I could imagine doing to him and with him in that uniform. I felt myself blush bright red and tried to turn away to keep him from seeing it.

  “Crawford. You won!” Cameron dropped my hand, rushing toward him.

  “I know. High five, buddy,” he said, raising his hand for Cameron to slap. When Cameron reached up to slap it, Hawk twisted his other arm from around his back and slapped the game ball into Cameron’s hand.

  “The game ball? For real?”

  “Yep, just for you.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, big guy.”

  He took a step from Cameron. He grabbed me by the waist, snatching me close to him. His mouth captured mine and I sighed contentedly. It was like coming home after being on vacation for a month. The vacation was great, but there was nothing like walking into your own house and flopping down on the bed. When he finished kissing me, he didn’t immediately release me, choosing instead to keep his arm around my waist, holding me tight against him. I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.

  “Congratulations on the big win.”

  “Thanks, baby.”

  I liked it. I liked it too much, maybe. The pet names. The possession. The way he made me feel like I belonged right here next to him. I looked at Cameron. And somehow this child was part of our equation. I just couldn’t figure it all out. My heart was all over the place.

  “Hey, I’ve got to shower and then I have press.”

  “Ok, are we still taking Cameron to dinner?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it. Give me an hour, ok?”

  He leaned down, pressing his perfect lips on mine. I nodded. Truth was, I’d wait as long as it took. I was so head over heels for this guy I didn’t know what to do.

  He walked toward the locker room. Cameron tossed the ball in the air.

  “Let’s go.” I reached my hand out. “We can wait at Hawk’s apartment.”

  “Cool.” Cameron seemed relaxed. Happy. Content.

  And I felt my happy heart start to break. Because after today, he had to go back to the home. Back to a parent-less existence. Back to the place that stole the light from his eyes.

  Twenty-Five

  Crawford

  I looked at the boy tucked under the gray guestroom comforter. He looked small and helpless in the massive heap of pillows. I picked a few up and tossed them on the floor.

  Mia walked up behind me.

  “All ready for lights out?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “No.”

  She put her hands on her hips. “Bed time is eight o’clock. We both have school in the morning.”

  I liked that school teacher tone she had. I wondered if I could get her to use it in bed.

  “Give us a minute?” I asked her.

  I could tell she didn’t want to go. She probably wanted to set up a sleeping bag and sleep next to him to make sure he wasn’t scared. He was fine. The kid was stronger than she gave him credit for. I knew. I was this kid.

  “Ok. But if you need me, Cameron, I’m in the bedroom next to yours and Hawk will be on the couch.”

  I rolled my eyes. Like fuck I was sleeping on my own couch. I knew she was trying to set some kind of moral example for the kid, but he’d be asleep in ten minutes. By morning, my ass would be on the couch. Tonight, that woman was mine and in my bed.

  “Thank you, M-miss … c-can I call you Mia now?”

  She gasped. “Oh my God. Really?”

  He nodded. “Is it ok?”

  She pulled him into a hug. “Yes. Yes, of course. Mia. Call me that, honey.”

  I was pretty sure I saw her eyes mist over. She turned quickly and ran out of the room.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Cameron asked.

  “Nah. I think you did something very right.” I sat in the empty space next to him. The bed creaked under my weight.

  “Thanks for inviting me to the game today.”

  “Sure.” The game ball was next to him. He hadn’t let it out of his sight. It sat next to him at dinner. I remembered doing the exact same thing. This kid and I had so much in common.

  I wanted to tell him about my conversation with Savannah. I wanted him to know I was trying my damndest to get him. To give him a family. And maybe that included Mia too.

  “You’re going to win the next one too, right?”

  “No one wants the Sharks to win more than I do.”

  �
�But you’re supposed to play on Christmas Day aren’t you?”

  I scratched the back of my head. Where was the kid going with this? I felt like he was a tiny interrogator holding a flashlight in my eyes. He was good at it, too.

  “That’s the plan,” I answered.

  “Oh.” He took handfuls of the comforter and balled them up in his small hands.

  “You worried about something, Cameron?” I asked.

  “No.”

  “Hmm. You sure?”

  “I just want to sleep.”

  I reached over to turn off the light. “If you need anything, we’re here.”

  He turned on his side. I touched the top of his hair lightly before closing the door behind me.

  Mia sat on the couch, clutching a glass of red wine. She stared into the small flames crackling in the fireplace. The loft was a big man cave, but with this beautiful woman on my couch, the fire, and the kid tucked in, I felt like I was living in a damn white-picket fence movie. It felt like a home.

  “He’ll be out in five minutes.” I grabbed a goblet and poured a full glass. “That is one tired kid.”

  “He loved watching you play. The whole thing.” Her feet were tucked under her. “He was mesmerized by everything.”

  “What about you? Was that your first Sharks game?”

  She nodded. “It was sort of amazing watching you out there.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t know about your little fan club.” She smirked slyly.

  The wine tasted sweet. Not really my thing. “You saw them?”

  “Who could miss those girls? Is it always like that?”

  I thought I heard her voice change. She was jealous. “It’s the AFA. Women are part of it.”

  “I see.”

  I placed my glass on the table in front of me. It was there on my lips again—I wanted to tell her about Savannah’s assignment. I wanted her to know I took all of this seriously. Hell, I was trying to become a father. Something I never thought I wanted. And I sure as hell didn’t think I’d start with an eight-year-old.