Soccer Mom (Killer Moms Book 1)

by Eve Langlais

  “The truth is, I like my life the way it is. I answer to myself. I don’t have to clean up after another person other than Nico. My closet is for me alone.”

  “First off, I’m not some kind of caveman who expects you to report your every move. I am a neat freak, and who says I want to share a closet with you?”

  “You want to fuck me again.”

  He stepped closer. “Damned right, I do. I want to fuck you until your nails rake down my back, and your pussy clenches around my cock like a vise.”

  Her pupils dilated. “I can’t have Nico seeing you in my bed.”

  “What time does he go to sleep?”

  “Nine.”

  “See you at nine fifteen.”

  “Are you insane? You can’t come over later just to bang me.”

  “Why not?” He pressed his body into hers, trapping her against the door. “You want no strings. How about I give you no strings?” He’d take what he could get and maybe, over time, she’d lose some of that prickly exterior.

  “Are you trying to fuck me into saying I’ll go back to the academy?”

  “I want to fuck you because being balls-deep inside you is paradise.”

  Her breathing hitched. “We really shouldn’t.” She licked her lips.

  “Which is why it will feel so fucking good,” he whispered against her lips.

  The door behind her suddenly opened, sending her stumbling.

  Nico laughed. “Mami, you’re never clumsy. Did Coach trip you?”

  “Coach did something, all right,” she grumbled.

  Philip’s chest swelled at the complaint. “I’ll see you later,” he said with a salute near his temple.

  Nico grinned. “I’ll be ready for practice, Coach.”

  Whereas, Carla, she said nothing.

  But when he showed up that night at nine fifteen, bearing flowers—which she snorted at—she let him in. And practically dragged him to her room.

  They didn’t exchange any words.

  She didn’t want to talk, and he was fine with that. The moment the door to her bedroom shut, he pulled her against his body and slanted his mouth hard over hers. He’d been thinking of this moment for hours.

  Wondering if it would feel as explosive as the first time.

  His body ignited, and she joined him in the passion, her mouth taking a fierce turn, sucking on his bottom lip, their tongues tangled and hot. Her hands curled around his neck, and she melted into his body.

  He tightened his arms around her, the feel of her lithe frame against his driving him insane. In a smooth move, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He followed her down, covering her body with his own. Her thighs spread, letting him nestle between them. Her hips thrust against him, a decadent friction even with the layers of clothing separating them. He ground himself against her, applying even more pressure, and she panted against his mouth.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  Philip didn’t understand why every dirty word out of her mouth was such a turn on.

  “You want me,” he said, moving his mouth to lavish attention on the shell of her ear.

  She writhed under him. “Don’t make me tie you to this bed.”

  “Why not?” was his reply before he nipped her lobe.

  Her hands found the edge of his shirt and moved underneath, stroked the flesh of his back. When she tugged at the fabric, he reared far enough back to pull off his shirt.

  She raked her nails down his chest, scraping them over his nipples, which hardened into points. She pinched one, and his hips jerked.

  A smile pulled her lips as she pinched the other. “Come here,” she said in a husky voice, grabbing him around the neck and pulling him down.

  Philip was more than happy to kiss Carla again, but at the same time, he braced himself on one arm, leaving himself with a free hand to roam. It seemed only fair that since he was shirtless, she should join him. He tugged at her shirt, inching it upward, his fingers tracing the smooth skin up her ribcage to the rounded swell of her breast.

  Cupping the perfect handful, he squeezed, and she gasped against his mouth. His calloused fingers grasped her nipple, pulled it, eliciting another sound from her. He rolled the erect nub, loving how she panted faster and harder.

  He leaned to the side and yanked at her shirt, pulling it over her head, baring her to his view. The previous night, he’d not gotten to enjoy her body.

  It had been over too quickly.

  This time, he planned to worship every inch.

  He massaged her breasts, teasing first one, then the other, playing with her nipples until they stood at attention. Only then did he swoop in to capture a nub in his mouth. He sucked, and she arched, stifling her cries of pleasure with a fist in her mouth.

  He sucked some more, raked the edge of his teeth along the sensitive flesh, and a low moan rolled from her. She reacted so beautifully to his touch.

  His mouth slid down the taut skin of her belly. Right to the edge of her pants. It didn’t take long to remove them. The panties soon followed.

  Bared to his view, he couldn’t help a sigh of appreciation. “You are fucking hot.”

  “Show me,” she invited, twitching her hips. Her legs spread a little wider.

  “Bossy, even in bed,” he grumbled good-naturedly.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” she stated, sliding her hand between her legs, rubbing herself, the tips of her fingers wet.

  The smell of her arousal reached him, and his cock pulsed in his pants. It wanted to sink inside her. Feel the heat of her squeezing. But first…

  He caressed the smooth skin of her thighs. She trembled. He laid a kiss on the soft skin. Then another, moving from her knee upward.

  “Yes,” she moaned as he reached the vee of her thighs. Only, he teased her and started placing kisses on the opposite side.

  She pulled her legs wide for him, knees bent, exposing herself.

  He took advantage, cupping her buttocks in his palms, lifting her, tasting her. So damned sweet.

  His tongue slid between her nether lips. Touched her. Stroked her. He flicked it against her clit, and she trembled.

  Mewled.

  He could feel how close she was by the tautness in her body. He kept lapping at her swollen button and slid a finger into her. Then a second. Feeling her flex tightly around him.

  He pumped that finger, in and out. Kept licking her. Held her. Listened as her breathing grew fast and shallow.

  When she came, she thrust a pillow over her face to yell, and her body convulsed. The waves of her pleasure rocked his fingers.

  He quickly yanked at his pants and slid into her while she was still coming. The pillow went flying, and she reached for him. Grabbed him and yanked him down.

  She kissed him deeply, passionately as he pushed himself into her.

  Then pulled out.

  In again, feeling the glorious heat of her orgasm still going.

  He slid out and left only the tip of his cock against her lips. He slid in again slowly, and her hands clawed at his back as her hips thrust, urging him to go deeper.

  He took his damned time getting there, and once he could go no farther, he began to grind himself against her. Pushing over and over while she whimpered into his mouth.

  Her body tightened. And her second orgasm was even stronger than the first.

  It fisted him so tightly, it was almost painful. Then, he was coming, too. Spilling inside her, hot and without thought, the condom still in his pocket. And he didn’t care.

  He’d just experienced heaven.

  He collapsed beside her, breathing hard. Only to gasp when she rolled on top of him.

  “Not bad.”

  “Not bad?” he repeated. “You came twice.”

  “But you didn’t. Got the energy to see if we can change that.” He did.

  He made her come again, too, so hard, she almost sobbed.

  It was the best sex he’d ever had. He could have spent the night wrapped around Carla, making
love to her again and again.

  But that wasn’t part of her plan. When he began to doze off, she poked him awake and shoved him out of bed. “Go, before we fall asleep and Nico finds you.”

  Philip thought it best not to mention the next time he saw her that, as he tiptoed out of her room, he ran into Nico in the hall coming from the bathroom.

  Philip put a finger to his lips, and the boy grinned.

  At least one person was on Philip’s side.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next morning, Carla’s alarm went off and she had a moment of disorientation. She woke from a dream where she snuggled with Philip. And it wasn’t horrible.

  Which made the reality all the lonelier as she woke to a bed completely mussed but empty of the man who had taken her to such blissful heights.

  I can’t believe he came to see me. Carla hadn’t truly thought he would return— with fucking flowers as if it were a date.

  She’d almost sent him packing. How dare he ignore the fact that she didn’t want a relationship. How dare he treat her like a girlfriend.

  The horror.

  But, at the same time, she’d experienced an inner giddy pleasure especially since she’d been thinking about him for hours, remembering how it had felt to have him inside her. Wondering if the second time could be as good as the first.

  When he walked in the door, she’d barely been able to contain herself. Dragging him to her bedroom like a nympho starving for sex.

  Not that he’d minded. His passion equaled hers.

  And it was even better than the first time. So good, Carla relaxed and had begun to doze off, which would have been a disaster. What if she’d not managed to kick him out before morning? Nico would have then seen Philip. How to explain that Mommy was just using Nico’s coach for sex?

  She really should say no to a next time. Because there would be a next time if Philip had meant the kiss he’d dropped on her lips, and the whispered, “See you tomorrow,” as he left.

  Now that was all she could think about as she showered and got ready for work. As her hands soaped her tender body, it vibrated, already aching for another round.

  Absolute madness. Since when did she ever want seconds? Probably some almost-thirty sexual crisis. She could handle it. It wouldn’t be the first time her removable showerhead helped her out.

  However, the tiny orgasm did little to sate, and she ran late getting ready for work. Thankfully, Nico didn’t need much help dressing for school. She insisted on dropping him off rather than letting him take his bike, using the excuse of picking him up after school for the newly scheduled practice.

  “Don’t talk to strangers,” she admonished as she let him out in front of the school, ignoring the angry stares from the parents she blocked.

  “I’m not a baby, Mom,” he stated, forgoing his usual Mami with his tween irritation.

  Thing was, he would always be her baby. The good news was that she saw nothing suspicious at all during her trip to the school and to work.

  Perhaps life could go back to normal. A new normal that involved a hot, temporary coach.

  She had to remind herself that once the big game was over, he’d return to his home and regular job. Heck, she wondered if Philip would even stick around now for the final game this weekend given that Oliveira didn’t get what he wanted.

  She sure hoped Philip didn’t leave the kids in the lurch. They’d worked so hard.

  Going in to work felt surreal—and boring. Carla spent the day pushing paper around, not getting much done. Counting the minutes, and hours, until she could leave.

  Unlike some at her company who worked out of cubicles, her results when it came to denying claims meant an office—albeit a tiny one with barely enough room to move around—with a door, which people usually knocked on.

  Suddenly, it swung open and hit the wall with a bang as someone loomed in the entrance, setting off her danger meter. Her hand reached under her desk and curled around the grip of the gun she kept hidden there.

  A big man hulked in the doorway. In his thirties, maybe older, hard to tell amidst the tattoos and the sneer on his tanned face. His bald pate even bore some ink, and golden hoops dangled from each ear.

  He eyed her. “Well, lookie here. The puta is back in town.”

  “Who are you?” she snapped, not recognizing the man. “Get out of my office before I call security.” Her inner thoughts went more along the lines of, Get your ass out of here or I will blow a hole in your head. She could claim self-defense. It wouldn’t be hard to stage. She could quite easily claim that he threatened her given she kept a second unmarked gun in her purse that she could quickly slip into his limp, dead hand.

  However, staying under the radar meant not blowing holes in people who couldn’t mind their manners. Fucking laws.

  Rather than obey her demand to leave, the thug slammed the door shut and dropped into the lone chair in front of her desk. “I ain’t going anywhere, puta. You and I have business to discuss.”

  “If this is about an insurance claim, then you need to make an appointment. We don’t accept drop-in visits.”

  “This is about family, Carlotta Lopez.”

  Her blood froze at the use of her old name. The one she had been born with and had left behind eleven years ago. She didn’t let her unease show. She did, however, tug the gun onto her lap. “I am afraid you have the wrong person.”

  “No, I don’t. I seen enough pictures of you when I was in the clink to know you by sight. My brother liked to visit me in the pen and brag about his hot puta.”

  Brother. The horrifying realization hit Carla. “You’re Pedro.” Matias’s older brother. A man she’d never met. Pedro was in jail before she and Matias had started dating.

  He leaned back in his seat with a smug smile. “I see you’re starting to get your memories back.”

  “What do you want? How did you find me?” Because Carlotta no longer existed. Not a single database. School record. Nothing. Mother had ensured it was all wiped clean.

  “Fate must love me because I saw you pulling out of a parking lot a few weeks ago and I thought, fuck me, that looks just like Matias’s whore of a girlfriend.”

  Coming face-to-face with someone from her past brought a sour taste to Carla’s mouth. “I’m not his girlfriend,” she spat. She was stronger than that girl. Smarter, too.

  “’Course you’re not, ‘cause he’s dead.”

  She bit her tongue before she uttered “good riddance.”

  The chair creaked as he leaned forward. “Thing is, word on the street is you did it.”

  “You shouldn’t listen to rumors.”

  “I know it’s bullshit because I can’t see Matias getting taken out by a little puta like you. But I do think you probably spread your legs for another guy and used your pussy to convince him to do the job for you.”

  Just like a man to think a woman couldn’t act for herself.

  “What do you want? To insult me? Because I really don’t give a fuck what you think.”

  “Seems kind of unfair that you’re alive while my brother is dead and alone in heaven.”

  “You can’t seriously think your asshole of a brother is in heaven.” Carla couldn’t help the derisive laughter even as her words goaded Pedro to anger.

  He slapped her desk. “Don’t fuck with me, puta. I will wring your neck and not give a shit.”

  “Your parole officer might have a problem with that.” A wild guess on her part, but Pedro looked like the type who spent his whole life reporting to someone. “Does the officer know you like harassing women? Maybe I should give him a call.”

  Pedro leaned back in his seat, a cold smile on his lips. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Anything happens to me, and you’re screwed. My friends know all about you. You and my nephew. Nico, isn’t it?”

  Fear and anger warred for dominance. “You leave my son alone.”

  “Your son? Have you forgotten he’s my family, too? That’s my nephew, and I think it’
s about time he met his father’s side. And there ain’t fuck all you can do about it.”

  “I’m his mother, and you’re just a shithead of an uncle. You have no rights.”

  “I will if the kid ends up an orphan.” Said with a menacing leer.

  Enough was enough. Carla pulled the gun from her lap and aimed it at Pedro’s face. “You listen to me, asshole, and listen good. You will stay away from me and Nico. Because if you don’t, I’ll kill you and they’ll never find your body.”

  He spread his arms wide. “You don’t have the cojones to kill me.”

  “Don’t be so sure of that. You know those rumors about me killing your brother? I didn’t hire anyone. It was me.” She leaned forward and whispered, “And I liked it.”

  Finally, a frown marred Pedro’s brow. “You’re bluffing, bitch.” His heavy accent hit the b hard.

  “Am I?” Carla pulled back the hammer of the gun and smiled. “I shoot you, and everyone will believe my story of the big, bad thug who threatened me. The mean man who’s been stalking me. Because it was you, wasn’t it? Taking potshots at my van. Slashing my tires.”

  His visage twisted. “Yeah, it was me, and I will do worse before I’m done.”

  “No, you won’t. Because the next time you show your face, I’ll put a bullet in it.”

  “You are making a mistake,” he growled, heaving out of the chair.

  Carla kept the gun trained on him. “No, you’re the one making the mistake. You leave me and my son alone, or you will join your brother in hell.”

  “This isn’t over,” Pedro threatened as he left her office.

  Left her shaking like she’d not shaken in years.

  She wasn’t imagining shit. Pedro had threatened her and Nico.

  We have to leave. The panic hit Carla like she’d not felt since her time with Matias.

  Exiting her office, she barked to those who asked her where she was going, “Home. I’m sick.”

  She sped to Nico’s school and spent an impatient moment in the office as they had him fetched from his class. She paced out front, eyes on the street until he joined her.

  Would Pedro hit now or later?

  When her son emerged, he frowned. “What’s wrong, Mami?”