Shattered by Love

by C. A. Harms

  ***

  When we got to the park, it was overflowing with people. Along with the charity, there were also a number of other fundraising events with food and drink tents. A small assorted group of crafters had set up booths as well, and kids’ activities were scattered throughout the park.

  We unloaded the cooler and equipment from the truck and walked toward the field to meet the other players.

  Not all of the guys had wives or girl friends; some had brought their flavor of the week or a relative to take the spot. I tried not to appear too obvious when my eyes locked on Megan, who stood at the side of Wallis. The fucking dick had done this on purpose, knowing it would piss me off. Jared Wallis was one guy I butted heads with at the department. He didn’t like it that I had more seniority than he did. It ate at the bastard, and he did everything possible to get under my skin.

  I didn’t give two shits about him being here with her. I only cared about how Bree would feel about it. I sat everything down in our dugout and walked back to Bree. She stood by the bleachers talking to Riley and Lily, who had come to watch the game.

  I had to look away from the cute little ass that her shorts formed snuggly around. She had the most amazing body, and it was harder than hell to keep my hands to myself. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail on the top of her head, exposing her sexy neck. Slipping up behind her, I kissed her just below her ear.

  A small giggle escaped her as she turned to face me, kissing my lips quickly.

  “You ready to play?” I asked her.

  Her smile faltered just enough for me to pick up that she was still nervous. “Half of these women don’t even know which hand to put their mitt on. You’ll be fine, Angel. It’s just for fun; no one is gonna care. Just one thing, though; we need to kick Kate’s and Carson’s asses. If they beat us, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

  When the umpire announced we would start in about five minutes, I took her hand in mine. Leading her toward our side of the field, I could feel in her touch the moment she noticed Megan. I gripped her hand a little tighter and brought it up to my lips, brushing her knuckles across my lips.

  Bree forced a smile and continued to walk with her head held high. That’s my girl; don’t let her get to ya, baby. She had absolutely nothing to worry about.

  “Hey Bree,” Megan said as we walked past her toward the end of the bench. I could hear the disdain in her voice. “How have you been, Max?” she asked.

  I kept my eyes on Bree while answering her question. “I’m happier than I have ever been in my life.” Leaning forward, I kissed Bree’s lips softly and grinned.

  “I love you,” I told her.

  Watching her face as a big smile spread over her lips pulled at my chest.

  “I love you, too,” she replied.

  ***

  The game started, and it was the funniest thing I had seen in a long time. Some of the women had no idea how to even hold a bat. A few of the guys got frustrated with their women, but I didn’t understand why. I was having one hell of a good time showing Bree how to swing the bat. Her back conformed to my front, as her tight ass wiggled against my growing erection. She was in for it later; she knew exactly what she was doing.

  I could see her eyes continuing to watch Megan, and I hated the fact that she even cared. Every time she touched me, I deliberately pushed it a little further. I kept flirting and touching her as much as possible. I refused to let her feel out of place around me.

  Kate was up to bat and made a pretty good connection with the ball. I have to admit that girl shocked me, as I had never imagined her begin athletic.

  As she was rounding first base, I saw her roll her ankle and start to tumbling. Travis, one of guys from the station, reached out and grabbed her around the waist before she went face first into the dirt. She started hobbling around, holding up her left foot. I saw the pain on her face. Carson came running from the other side and darted across the field. I watched as he checked out her ankle, and she grimaced when he touched it.

  A few seconds later, he stood up and lifted her off the ground, carrying her toward the dugout. I turned around and motioned to Bree, who watched from the outfield. “I’m gonna go check on her.” She nodded her head, acknowledging she heard me.

  I jogged across the field and knelt down next to Carson. “Is it swelling up?” I asked. Kate lifted her ankle, and I could already see the purplish color begin to spread across the top of her foot.

  “I don’t think it’s broken; I’m sure it’s only a sprain,” the EMT on duty said.

  “Well, it looks like I’m out,” Kate groaned as she tried to get up.”

  “What the hell are you doing? You can’t walk on that shit.” Carson argued with her. She narrowed her eyes at him, and I stifled a chuckle. Kate was fiery, and I could see she was pissed.

  “Don’t take that tone with me. I’m pretty sure I know what I can handle, Carson. I’m going to sit in the bleachers with Riley and Lily.”

  Carson growled in frustration and grabbed her up from the bench. “I’ll carry you, damn it.”

  The two of them bicker so damn much. It really was a funny sight to witness. They are both so stubborn, and when they’re at it, they fight it out good.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Bree

  From the looks of it, Kate was out. I stood in right field watching as Carson carried her to the bleachers. He sat her down and stood with his hand gripping the back of his neck. Both he and Max were talking, and I saw Riley shake her head no.

  Max pointed toward Lily, and her face took on a terrified expression. I laughed because I knew that feeling oh too well. I was sure I had looked the same when Max initially asked me to play this game.

  After about three minutes, Lily stood up from the bleachers and begrudgingly followed Carson into the dugout. I noticed the look of aggravation on Tanner’s face. He was watching Lily’s every move.

  We finished out the inning and I jogged toward the dugout. Max was up to bat first, and he tapped my butt as he walked by and winked. Smiling back at him, I caught Megan glaring from the corner of my eye.

  I looked over toward the bleachers as Ryan took a seat next to Riley and Kate. He had to work today, and he had come straight here afterward. He still wore his dress pants and shirt. I really loved how comfortable he felt around everyone; he was a big part of my life and always would be.

  “So, how long do you think playing house will be enough? I mean, before Max gets bored and goes looking for something a little more interesting.” Megan’s nasally voice filled my ear. She was trying to bait me, I and I wasn’t biting.

  I ignored her and continued to watch Max as he eased his way off of second base. He was taunting Carson, who was playing short stop. It was really funny to watch the two of them together.

  “Did he ever tell you that he and I hooked up?” Megan asked in a very condescending tone.

  “I wouldn’t call a really bad blow job hooking up,” I retorted. I heard a deep chuckle from my left and looked up to see Ryan leaning against the fence at the back of the dugout.

  “Hey fireball,” he smiled. “Is this the girl we were all sitting around making fun of the other day?” I knew what he was doing, so I played along. I nodded my head and he broke out in heavy laughter. He looked over at Megan, who held a scowl on her face. “Your lack of skill has really provided us with some entertaining nights.”

  She spun around and flipped her hair as she stormed off. Ryan had once again proven to be my savior.

  “What are you two talking about?” Max asked as he entered the dugout from the field.

  Before I could answer, Ryan started tormenting him. “We were just discussing how hot your ass looks in those shorts. My hands are just aching to squeeze those buns, Max.” I hid my giggle behind my hand. Ryan loved to fire up Max. “Oh, and we pissed off your little friend over there.” Ryan pointed toward Megan, who was staring at us with a sour look on her face.

  “First of all, she is not my friend. Sh
e is a pain in the ass. I don’t give a shit if you piss her off or not.” Max looked back and forth between us and smiled, before settling back on Ryan. “Ryan, if you even think about touching my ass, I might have to hurt ya.”

  I loved the two of them bickering and getting along. They are both such an important part of my life. I stood back watching them torment one another, almost like Max does with his own brothers.

  It really warmed my heart.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Max

  The fire department ended the softball game with a victory. It would be my pleasure to rub this win in Carson’s face.

  We had decided to all meet up later tonight for a few drinks. I was standing at the back of the truck loading in the cooler and equipment when I noticed Tanner staring off in the distance, his jaw ticking with aggression. It was a Parks boys’ thing. Whenever any of us were pissed or aggravated, we would tense our jaw and the muscle would begin to tick.

  Following his line of vision, I saw that Lily was about thirty feet away, exchanging numbers with one of the officers that had played on Carson’s team. She was smiling, and he was obviously flirting with her. Lily was a cute girl, sweet and quiet.

  Tanner’s eyes never left them as they continued to flirt and laugh. The guy walked her to her car, opening the door for her. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, and I swear I heard Tanner growl. I wasn’t blind; I recognized the reaction well. I was very familiar with the inner battle he was having over Lily. I had spent months trying to tuck away the feelings I had for Bree. Tanner was attempting to do the same with Lily.

  ***

  “Are you sure you don’t mind going out for a drink? If you’d rather stay in, we can.” I asked Bree as we walked down the stairs toward the living room.

  “I don’t mind,” she said and looked back over her shoulder.

  It took us fifteen minutes to drive to the bar we all had chosen as the meeting place. When we walked in, it looked like today’s group had taken over the bar. All the guys from the station were mixed with the guys from Carson’s precinct.

  We spotted Riley and Kate at a tall table in the corner. Bree took my hand in hers and led me to them. Zander and Carson were at the bar getting drinks for the girls. I pulled Bree in for a quick kiss and went to join the guys.

  Zander tipped his beer back while he waited for Riley’s bottle of water. I raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled. “She’s the lucky one who’s driving all of us home later.”

  I wasn’t sure if Riley had told him I already knew, so instead of making some smartass comment, I just nodded my head.

  By the time we got back to the table, Lily and another girl had joined the group.

  Before long the guys had a shot off. Yes, I said a shot off, and I was thinking I should have stopped long before I did. It had been a long time since I had been so fucked up.

  I braced myself by using the wall at my back. Bree could only laugh at me. The thing with me is that, when I get drunk, I get talkative--heavily talkative, and I have a hard time not saying whatever is on my mind. At times, it can be slightly embarrassing for those around me.

  “Dude, you okay? You’re staring.” Carson gripped my shoulder and laughed.

  “Isn’t she fucking hot as hell, man? Look at her; how did I get so lucky? She should have walked away from my ass, but I got her.” My head fell to the side and I looked at Carson. “I’m gonna marry that girl.”

  “I know, Max. Bree is a great girl,” he replied.

  “I fucking love her. She is the perfect match for me. And the sex, holy fuck, dude. The sex is amazing.” My vision was blurring and he tried to hide his laughter, but I heard him chuckling.

  “What are you two whispering about?” Bree asked, as she stepped in front of me. I grinned, or at least I think I was grinning.

  “You got him?” Carson asked as he stepped past her. She nodded her head and he walked back to his wife.

  I gripped Bree’s waist and pulled her body flush against mine. She squealed just before I crashed my lips to hers. I wasted no time, trailing my tongue along her lips. The moment her tongue brushed mine, my cock twitched in excitement.

  I slid my hands around her and grabbed her perfect ass in my palms, pulling her in tighter. I was growing hard between our bodies, and I pressed myself further against her. She moaned, and I bit her lower lip.

  “Let’s sneak off somewhere and get nasty. I wanna crawl up inside you.” I might have forgotten to mention that drinking also makes me horny as fuck.

  “Max, we can’t.”

  “Yes, we can; I wanna fuck you. I need to fuck you.” I was pleading and sounding like a pussy, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted her so badly. “Let’s go to the bathroom, the small one in the back.”

  “Max.” She tugged her hand as I pulled her toward the back. “We can’t, someone will walk in.”

  “We’ll lock the door,” I said, as we reached the back corner. The tiny bathroom was empty and I pushed her inside. I locked the door and pushed her up against the sink. I didn’t give her a chance to argue before I attacked her once again.

  I worked on unbuttoning her jeans while kissing her breathless. I wiggled them from side to side, working them down her hips and legs. Her jeans and panties pooled around her ankles.

  Slipping my hand between her thighs, I found that she was wet and slick. Separating her with my fingers, I slid one inside and began stroking her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

  It took only a few seconds for her to start rocking her hips against my hand. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

  “Yes, please,” she replied.

  The erection was pressing heavily against my zipper. I slid my finger from inside of her and she whimpered.

  Spinning her around to face the mirror, I began unbuttoning my jeans. Lowering my zipper, I let my jeans fall down my thighs. Holding my cock in my hand, I nudged her from behind.

  Bree leaned forward, arching her ass up, and at that moment I almost lost it. She was so damn sexy.

  Gliding my cock through her wetness, I slipped into her with ease. She pushed back against me as I pushed forward, and we both groaned simultaneously.

  I grabbed a hold of her hips and began slamming into her. “Look in the mirror; watch what I do to you. Watch me fuck you, baby.” Her eyes locked on mine and her mouth parted slightly.

  Our bodies slapping together was a sexy fucking sound. I thrust into her over and over as her insides began to tighten around me. “Open your eyes, Angel; don’t look away.”

  There was a knock on the door, but I continued to pound into her. She was to fucking close and I wasn’t far behind.

  There was another knock, this time a little longer. “Go the fuck away,” I growled, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

  Bree’s pussy clenched and I felt the first spurt of come shooting. Her insides twitched and milked me as I slammed inside of her, holding her against me tightly. We both moaned loudly, and I yelled out her name.

  “Holy fuck, Bree.” I squeezed her hips, slowly pumping as I gave her every last drop.

  I slipped from her and she slowly turned to face me. A satisfied grin on her lips made me smile in return. “You are so dirty,” she whispered.

  I slid my hand between her legs and spread my come over her. “That is so damn hot.” She blushed and I kissed her. I reached past her and grabbed some paper towels, gently cleaning her up.

  When she was dry, I knelt before her and began to bring her pants and panties back up her sexy as fuck legs.

  We made our way back out to join everyone else, and you could see the smiles on their faces. I didn’t give a shit who knew what we had just done. I was sure they had done their fair share of crazy shit when they were horny, too.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Bree

  “You remember how Grandma Edna can be, so ignore her comments,” Max said from the driver’s seat as we pulled into the driveway. He placed the truck into park and looked over at me. “I’
m sure she’ll have a shit ton of things to say about us living together.”

  “Max, I’m fine, really. She’ll be riding your ass, not mine.” I laughed and he grinned.

  “Yeah, you’re right, but it will be about us,” he said.

  I followed him up the steps and he paused at the door, taking my hand in his. He lifted my fingers to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

  The moment the door opened, Grandma Edna’s voice carried throughout the house. She had a loud, shrilling voice and a cackling laugh. She actually cracked me up. She had no filter.

  We entered through the living room into the dining room. Everyone was seated at the table, and Rayann was placing a large roast into the center.

  Granny turned and looked over at Max and me. “Well, it’s about time. Maxwell, I hear you finally figured out that one woman is better than ten. I always thought you were a fool to not snag this one. Now I hear that you two are shacking up.” She shook her head from side to side. “You need to do something about that, boy, before she finds a man that ain’t afraid of marriage.”

  Max pulled out the chair next to Kate, allowing me to sit before he took a seat next to me.

  “How do you know I don’t intend to ask her to marry me? What makes you think I’m afraid of marriage?” He placed his hand on my thigh under the table and squeezed. “Maybe I have the ring and you just forced me to ruin the surprise.”

  Grandma Edna opened her mouth to say something, only to shut it again without a word.