Keeping Score

by Violet Paige

  “Mmmhmm.”

  I took the wine from her hands and placed it next to mine. The flames bounced off the glasses. I’d never promised a woman I’d be faithful. Shit, I never wanted to be. I liked to have my choices. I liked fucking who I wanted to when I wanted to.

  But Julie had changed that. I hadn’t even explored half of what I could with her. Saying that to her was something different. I was scared as fuck.

  “You need to hear me say it? You need me to tell you? Or is your pussy still swollen from this morning? Does your clit still feel where I kissed it? Are you still wet from when I fucked everything I had into you?”

  She nodded climbing into my lap. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”

  Her legs straddled my waist. Her mouth landed on mine and she kissed me softly at first before her tongue took over. Fuck, this woman could kiss. And the things she could do with her tongue were pure sin.

  “If there weren’t a kid sleeping down the hall, I’d bend you over and fuck you in front of the fireplace and watch you come over and over as the flames ripped through you. But instead, I need you to go into my room and take off your clothes.”

  I nudged her off of me. My cock was as solid as a rod of stone. I was sure the kid was asleep and he’d never hear us, but I couldn’t take that chance. The things I wanted to do to her needed to be done in the dark.

  She rose from the couch, her eyes filled with lust. Her hands went to the edge of her shirt and she tugged until the fitted Sharks shirt was over her head. I stared at her breasts bobbing over the lacey bra.

  “Don’t you break a rule.”

  “Or what?” she taunted.

  “Or else you’ll have to bend over the bed and wait for me.”

  She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The straps fell from her shoulders. She let the pink tip forward, exposing her tits. “It’s hard to learn so many rules at once.” She sashayed from the couch. “But maybe with a little encouragement I’ll be better at it tomorrow night.” She looked at me wickedly over her shoulder.

  “Now it’s not just bending over. You’re not listening, baby. I want your legs spread wide. By the time I get there, you fingers better be coated in your sweet honey. I’m going to lick every finger and make sure.”

  She whimpered as she hit the bedroom door. She closed it behind her and I reached down to soothe my cock for a second.

  I was exhausted after the game. Exhausted after fucking all night. But Julie brought out a new energy in me. A hunger that couldn’t be fed. A thirst she couldn’t quench until I was buried inside her. Until I saw that look in her eye. Until I thrust my cock deep inside her and felt her come on me over and over.

  I downed the rest of the wine and rose from the couch, stretching me legs. I took my time turning off the fireplace and turning off the kitchen lights.

  I hesitated outside of the door and almost broke through it when I heard her whimpers coming from inside. There was just enough light I could see her hips jutting forward as her fingers dipped in an out of her.

  I locked the door behind me, dropped my jeans and peeled the shirt off my head.

  “Oh, baby.” I walked toward her.

  “This turns you on, doesn’t it?” Her face rushed with ecstasy as her fingers dove between her legs. Her head rocked back and I inhaled sharply when I saw her beautiful fingers massage her clit before being sucked inside her.

  “You have no fucking clue how much. I could watch you fuck yourself all night. Or I could do it myself.”

  Twenty-Six

  Julie

  What was happening to me? I had become some kind of sexual goddess I didn’t recognize. I never did shit like this. Definitely not in front of a man. But I couldn’t stop. Hawk opened his mouth to tell me what to do, and I did it.

  And it was all pure pleasure. Fucking erotic pleasure I didn’t know existed until I met this man. Maybe that was why I took the stupid job at Catch. I thought I needed money, but really what I needed was him.

  A man who could free the sexual hellcat in me. A woman who had always been buried under my skin, but I didn’t know how to let her out. With him it was as natural as breathing and holy shit it felt so good.

  Hawk climbed on the bed in front of me. I expected him to come up behind me and take me. I loved his cock like that. I loved the heaviness of his body on me. His breath on my neck. But instead, he stroked his cock while I moved my fingers in and out of my swollen pussy. And damn it, I liked it.

  “Fuck me, Julie,” he ordered.

  I looked up. “Anything you want.”

  “I want you to climb on me and ride me so hard you think we’ll both pass out. Fuck me, your way.”

  He grabbed one of my hands, sucking my fingers into his mouth before urging me onto the bed. I was drawn to his shaft like a magnet. I kicked one leg over his waist and as his hands gripped me he jostled me downward until I was speared by the width of his cock.

  “Oh shit,” I whispered. My tits jutted forward. And I lost my senses. I rode hard. I rode fast. I bucked and gyrated. I found a rhythm spurred by the deep quickening in my core. I wanted an earth-shattering orgasm, but I wanted to make him come too. I wasn’t coming without him.

  His fingers dug into my ass and I knew I had him. I knew he couldn’t hold off either.

  His jaw clenched. His body tensed. And then he jetted his release inside me as the orgasm shattered around me. My muffled cries escaped softly as I lowered myself to his chest.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  I nodded sleepily.

  He stayed inside me, but I could feel the hot stickiness slide between my legs. “Don’t move,” I begged. “Let me fall asleep with you inside me. Is that ok?”

  He growled lowly, and I knew he felt it too. We had fallen off the cliff together and there was no going back.

  I looked at the faces of my students. Hunter sat in the back of the classroom. His hair was combed today and he was smudge-free. I smiled, knowing it was because I had made him soak extra long in the tub before school.

  Hawk had made him special pancakes shaped like footballs. And he had the best lunch of any child here. Not that I was bragging, but we had done everything we could to make sure his Monday was the best start to the week.

  I was worried he would fall back into that slump of depression again. But so far he seemed bright-eyed and excited about the day.

  I’d heard him tell more than one of the other students about his day at the game. I worried about that football. He kept it tucked under his arm and it was resting on his desk. What if he lost it? What if one of the other kids took it?

  The children were busy working on their spelling words for the week. We had moved into some three syllable words and I knew it was a big challenge.

  Hunter stuck his tongue out, focusing on his paper.

  My heart did this little pitter patter thing when I looked at him. Why couldn’t every day be like yesterday? It felt right. The game. Waiting for Hawk afterward. The three of us having dinner. And then once Hunter was asleep, we had all the time we wanted together, exploring and devouring each other’s bodies.

  Did life actually get better than this? I was sleeping with a man built like a god. A man who couldn’t stop pleasing me. And I had this child in my life that I had fallen in love with. There was a reason we had all come together.

  One of the children raised their hands. “Miss Bristow, what if we can’t get one?”

  I walked over to her desk. “It’s not a test, Kimmy. Just write them three times each.” I pointed to the columns on her spelling journal.

  I walked back to the front of the class when I spotted Hawk on the field.

  What was he doing here? He wasn’t supposed to show up until after school.

  “Keep working, kids. I have to check on something in the hall.” I eyed them, but they looked intense.

  I tiptoed along the hall, careful not to let me heels touch. Just as I was going out the door to the playground, Hawk walked in.

  “Hey, ba
by.”

  I grinned. “What are you doing here?”

  He held up a folder. “I couldn’t wait.”

  “Wait for what?”

  I could see the excitement on his face.

  “I thought it would take longer. I mean it is going to take a long time. I know that. But I thought it would be longer before I had the information.”

  “Hawk, slow down. What are you talking about?”

  He handed the file to me. I flipped open the cover.

  I read the title of the document. My eyes darted to his. “What is this?”

  “It’s for Hunter.”

  I closed my eyes and reached out so I didn’t fall. My knees suddenly forgot how to hold me up.

  “Whoa.” Hawk steadied my arm. “You ok?”

  “I don’t get it.”

  “I asked Savannah to find out what I would have to do to get legal guardianship of Hunter. To adopt him. And she got all the paperwork together. I haven’t started it yet, but she says I meet the criteria. I can apply to be his guardian.”

  “Just like that?” I asked stupefied by every word coming out of his mouth.

  “Just like that.” He grinned. “And it might help that she knows some people and I happen to have millions of dollars to speed the lawyer part along.”

  I didn’t know whether to be sick or happy. Cry or laugh. The information packet fell from my fingers and hit the floor. I stepped over them and walked down the hall.

  “Wait, where are you going, Jules?”

  “I have a class in the middle of a spelling lesson.”

  “Should we tell Hunter together tonight?”

  I spun on my heels. “We? You’ve done this much on your own. What we is there, Hawk?” I knew they were coming, but I thought if I walked away fast enough I could keep him from seeing the tears as they fell.

  “Are you pissed at me?”

  “This isn’t the time to talk about it.” The bell was about to ring for recess and in a few minutes the hall would be littered with screaming children who had forty minutes to get the wiggles out.

  “I showed up to tell you what I thought was some pretty damn incredible news and you’re crying.”

  My chest literally hurt. It felt as if my heart was breaking. I thought when Hunter was adopted I would be the one taking him home. I never thought about this happening. That Hawk would swoop in and take him.

  I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t form thoughts or sentences. I spun away from him and marched to class.

  Twenty-Seven

  Kane

  What the fuck? I stood in the empty school hallway like an asshole. She was pissed. Livid. Devastated. I didn’t know what the fuck it was. Not what I was expecting.

  I barged through the door to the field and waited outside. This conversation wasn’t over. Far from it.

  I knew what Hunter needed. And I had the resources to give it to him. If he needed tutors or a swim coach. If he wanted to take fucking piano lessons or hell, give soccer a try. I could do all of that and a lot more.

  The kid needed stability and I wasn’t the poster child for that, but I was getting ready to be. I’d be the best damn father on the planet.

  I hadn’t filled out the first application yet, but I had never been more certain. More resolute.

  What did shake me was Julie’s reaction.

  I sat on the bench and thought about yesterday. The whole damn time I’d been at this school. Didn’t she know I was in this? Who helped her when the kid went missing? Who made sure he was included in club every day? Who gave him the Sharks winning game ball?

  I did. Because I was ready to move mountains for him.

  I looked up and saw the back of her sweater through the window. She was far away, but I could see her writing on the dry erase board. A second later, the bell rang and the kids darted from the class and ran outside.

  Fuck. I forgot about recess.

  It might be my chance to talk to her. I dodged the little minions and raced to her room.

  She was sitting at her desk, her head buried in her hands.

  “Jules.”

  She looked up.

  “How could you?” she choked. “How could you do this?”

  I closed the door. “What is it you think I’ve done?”

  “Adopt Hunter.”

  “And that’s bad because …”

  Her hands flew in the air. “You’re such an asshole.” She pushed off the desk and walked around to face me. “I told you I’ve tried to adopt him. I’ve told you I tried to foster him. I’ve told you so many personal and private things. You know what he means to me. How much I love him. How I’d do anything to be his mother. And this is what you do? You take him?”

  And then I felt the punch to the gut. The swinging uppercut of what she thinks I’ve done. Double fuck.

  “I’m not taking him from you.” I put my hands up in a defensive position. “I’m adopting him—if that’s how this goes—for you. For me. For him.”

  “What?” Her crystal blue eyes are filled with tears.

  “I thought the three of us made a pretty damn good team.”

  “We do,” she whispered.

  “And I know what he’s going through. He needs a home. I’ve got the money to make this happen. I can do it. I know it sucks that it’s because I’m a celebrity. It’s fucking unfair, but let me use that to our benefit. Let me cut through the red tape for you.”

  “For me?” She looked completely bewildered.

  “I’m not doing this alone.” I dared to step forward and snag her into my arms.

  “You want me too?”

  I nodded. “Somebody has to do all that bedtime story shit.” I laughed.

  “I’m not the nanny.” She pressed her lips together.

  I waggled my eyebrows. “Now that is kind of hot.”

  “Hawk!”

  “Sorry, serious conversation. It’s just I touch you, and my brain goes right to where my cock wants to go.”

  “You are in a school,” she admonished me.

  “Sorry. The point is. He needs us. Both of us. And I want this. Both of you.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

  “We have a long way to go. I think we should hold off on telling him. But Savannah has my attorneys on it. She’s working to get it cleared so I can be his guardian while the adoption paper work begins. It could take at least a year.”

  “I know. I’ve researched all of it. It’s a miserable process.”

  “Whatever it takes, right?”

  She nodded. “Whatever it takes.”

  “You forgive me for not telling you?”

  She bit her lip. “I do.”

  I slapped her on the ass. “Good. Then I’ll see you after clubs tonight.”

  “Oh, do we have plans or something?”

  I paused in the doorway. “Did I forget to tell you we’re going out with the team?”

  “What?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. Wear something very slutty. Very revealing and something you can be fucked in very easily.”

  “Hawk.”

  “Oh, yeah, sorry. See you later, baby.”

  Twenty-Eight

  Julie

  “Joe, Aaron, Donnie meet Julie. Julie meet Joe and Aaron and Donnie.” Hawk introduced me to a huge table of people, pointing them each out.

  “Nice to meet you all,” I responded, wishing they all had nametags. How would I ever keep them all straight?

  I was glad he had opted for another club other than Catch. I knew it was the Sharks favorite watering hole, but I didn’t think I could hold my head up there.

  Hawk pulled out a chair for me and lowered to my ear.

  “Love the dress by the way.” His voice sent chills down my spine. “Think they have a storage room here?”

  I coughed to cover up a squeal. The thing was, I knew he wasn’t joking. He would haul me away from this entire group of people and find a place to have his way with this little black dress. I
t was tight, short, and most of my breasts could be seen from the plunging V-line. I did what Hawk asked me. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to know I cared. And more than anything I wanted him to know this sexual relationship between us was epic. I’d do what I needed to keep the fire and spice going.

  Hawk ordered a cosmo for me and a round of beers for his friends.

  There was mostly football talk. I couldn’t blame them. They were excited. The playoffs were a huge deal.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw two girls walk toward us.

  “Savannah! Amelia!”

  The guys got up to greet them. I had tried to talk field goals and pass rushes, but I was failing miserably. Maybe these girls spoke my language of books and Netflix.

  Savannah sat next to me. “You’re his agent?” I asked.

  “The one and only,” she smiled.

  “It’s nice to finally meet you. And thank you,” I whispered.

  “Thank me?”

  Everyone else was talking. They weren’t paying attention to our conversation. Hawk was arguing about a play.

  “Hawk told me about what you’re doing to help get the paperwork going for Hunter. I don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to adopt that little boy since I met him.”

  Her eyes softened. “I get it. Totally. I have an adopted niece and nephew. What I don’t get is how this asshole got roped into it.” She laughed at Hawk. But I knew my eyes lit with something else.

  “I think when you meet Hunter you’ll get it too.”

  “Probably.” She took a beer from the pile on the table. The guys liked to order several rounds at once.

  “What’s the first step?” I asked.

  She took a swig. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to Kane about it, but he has a hearing at the end of the week. It’s with Judge Bristow.”

  I choked on my drink. “Judge Bristow?”

  “Yeah, do you know him or something?”

  I nodded. “You could say that.”

  “Spill it. Any advantage we could get would be welcome. I know how important this is to Kane.”