Pinned Down: A Triple Threat Sports Romance (7 page)

Kendra

“Well, we’re going to bed. You two don’t stay up too late now,” Lucky’s cute old dad said as he got up from his recliner. He leaned down and hugged me, kissing me lightly on the cheek. He then took Mrs. Hendrix by the hand and helped her up from her chair. They were so cute together. They were still very much in love.

They also treated me like the daughter they’d never had. They treated me like a princess because they thought I was Lucky’s actual girlfriend. They thought I was
the one
. I had never felt so welcomed by a man’s family before.

It made everything else feel very real to me. I started looking at Lucky differently. He had surely set up this meeting with his parents to make me reconsider a real relationship with him. It was starting to get difficult to remember that we weren’t in a real relationship already.

“Come with me,” he said after his parents left the room. “I’ve got something to show you.”

He led me back to his old room like we were kids and he was showing me something he wasn’t supposed to have. Then, I saw what he was going to show me. He handed me his phone.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It’s my phone.”

“But why?” I insisted.

“Because I don’t want to have any secrets, Kendra. I know that you were put off the other night when we kissed, and I know that you’ve been sort of distancing yourself from me ever since then. But I want you to know that I’m serious about you, about us. This whole arranged relationship thing? I don’t want to do it anymore. I want it to be real,” he explained.

“But what does your phone have to do with it?” It still felt like he was up to something, trying to get me in bed with him or something like that. I couldn’t believe he was trying to get me in bed with him in his old bed from when he was a kid. That was kind of perverse. It didn’t seem right at all. But then he told me something I really didn’t expect to hear.

“My phone has all my old girlfriends in my contacts. All the girls I’ve slept with in every town I’ve visited. Some of them are repeat offenders, because sometimes I call them when I’m back in those towns. I want you to delete all of my contacts. I’ve got the important ones backed up,” he told me.

“Just delete all of them? But what if you have some of these girls backed up? What does this prove to me, then?” I asked. I wanted him to tell me this was just another stunt before I fell for it, because I could already feel myself starting to fall for it.

“That’s the other part. After you delete them all, I want you to load the backup contacts so you can see that it’s only the people I need to keep, like you, my parents, the guys here, and contacts for the team.”

I did it. I opened his contacts and told his phone to erase them. I showed him that it had been done, and then I told it to load the backup file. Sure enough, there were only a few contacts in there, just like he said there would be.

“This isn’t a stunt, is it?” I asked him as I handed him back his phone. “You’re not pulling my leg right now and trying to just get me to agree to sleep with you, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” he said in a gentle, soothing voice.

He put his phone on the nightstand, face down, and ran his fingers down along my chin. I felt chills run up my legs and up my spine. He slid his hand around behind my neck and pulled me to him. I wanted to resist because as much as I wanted him, I wasn’t ready for this to go to the next level. Not yet.

When his lips touched mine again, however, I realized I was ready. Another kiss was all I needed to convince me that it was time to move on with him. I closed my eyes and gave myself to the kiss. My lips parted for his tongue, letting him into my mouth.

His hands were roaming down from my chin to my shoulders, down over my arms, and to my waist, where he grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head. Our mouths moved apart for just an instant as my shirt passed between us, but we were immediately right back together.

He gripped my breasts through the thin bra I wore. He squeezed them like ripe fruit while I worked to unclasp the back of my bra and slide it off. He pushed me back onto the bed then and kissed my neck slowly, gently.

There was something furious and passionate in his energy even though he was being careful and gentle with me, as if he thought my body would break if he were too rough. He kissed down over my shoulders and slowly down to my breasts. His firm hands still gripped me and squeezed, presenting my soft pink nipples for his mouth to suck. His lips brushed my hardening pink peak. His tongue flicked the tip of my flesh.

Then, he locked his lips down around me and started sucking the tender skin into his mouth. Pleasure ran through me like a jolt of electricity. I moaned and arched my back, and buried my hands into his slicked back hair. I held his face against my chest and rolled my hips, searching for his.

His leg rested between my legs, pressed firmly against me. I rubbed myself against him, rocking my hips back and forth while the pressure between my legs generated ecstasy deep inside of me.

“Please, Lucky, I want you,” I begged, pulling on his shirt, pulling him to me.

I spread my legs for him, and I felt his strong fingers sliding down across my stomach to the waist of my jeans. He unbuttoned them and slid them down with my panties, exposing me in one swift motion.

I pulled his shirt over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor while I reached down for his belt. I unbuckled him and unbuttoned his pants. I slid the zipper down with my thin fingers and felt his throbbing erection pressing against my hand, longing to get out of his pants.

He pulled his pants and boxers down, and I grabbed his hardened shaft. I pumped his taut skin with my small hand and pulled him to me.

“Fuck me,” I commanded him. “Fuck me, Lucky.”

He positioned himself against my tender, wet lips and pressed the tip of his head against my opening. His body tensed above me as he waited.

“Please fuck me,” I begged. “I want you so bad. Please.”

“No,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

My breath caught in my chest. At first, I thought he wasn’t going to do anything. I thought he was telling me we were done, and he was going to get up to leave me lying there naked and longing for him.

I threw my arms and legs around him, holding him to me, and he slowly slid himself inside me.

I moaned as he filled me with his thick, solid shaft. It filled me side to side and front to back. Every inch of him slid past my spread lips to fill every inch of me inside. He moved in and out of me in slow, measured strokes, sliding deep inside of me before pulling all the way back.

He wasn’t fucking me. That wasn’t what he was doing at all.

He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me as he rolled his hips back and forth. I rocked mine against his, pressing myself against him each time he entered me.

I pumped myself more and more furiously as I grew closer and closer to orgasm.

“Oh god, Lucky,” I cried out. It wasn’t taking him long at all to get me there. He fit me so perfectly, so completely, that I was worried it was going to be too fast.

I gripped his shoulders and held him against me as I pumped my hips against him. My body jerked beneath him as white hot pleasure roared through me. I tilted my head back and cried out in ecstasy as my body became one giant pleasure center.

I pulled myself back from him, sliding him almost all the way out of me, feeling my tightening muscles resisting as I forced myself to let him go.

I slammed myself against him again, letting him stab my ecstatic sex. I cried out as the last of my ecstasy rolled through my body in one crashing wave that landed against his body.

“That’s good, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m so close.”

“Give it to me,” I said.

I could feel him growing harder, stiffer inside me. He was getting closer, and I didn’t want him to waste a drop of it. I pulled back from him and moved to take him in my mouth.

He groaned and put a hand on the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my curls as I took him into my mouth. I could taste myself and my pleasure along his thick, hard shaft. I wrapped my fingers around the base and squeezed as I slid my lips and tongue up and down along his length. His head stuck into the opening of my throat, and I knew that swallowing him was going to be a challenge. I worked him anyway. I pulled on his shaft with my tongue as I sucked.

He started to shake, and his grip on the back of my head tightened. He was about to come. He said something above me. I couldn’t hear what it was because he exploded in my mouth at the same time. He filled my mouth with his hot, salty juice.

“That’s my girl,” he panted above me.

I looked up as I finished him off, getting every last drop out of him. He sat with his head tilted back, panting and moaning at the ceiling.

“That’s my Kendra,” he said. Both hands were on the back of my head now, and he started thrusting his hips against my face, driving himself into my mouth, letting the last few drops of his precious flavor spill out onto my tongue.

I pulled my mouth back as he finished, and he collapsed onto the bed.

“Oh, baby, that was good shit,” he said, stroking my leg.

“So romantic,” I teased, laughing at him as I wiped my mouth.

“Baby, that was beautiful,” he said, sitting up. “Kendra, that was…” he started again, but I put a finger to his mouth to stop him.

“I need to use your bathroom,” I told him, and I grabbed my purse as I got up.

“Don’t be too long,” he said as I left his room, still completely naked.

The bathroom was just a door over from his. I hurried in and sat down on the toilet. I opened my purse and pulled out my phone. I’d heard it go off while we were in bed. It was from one of my donors, and he’d left a voicemail.

While I sat in the bathroom, I listened to his message.

“Kendra, it’s Tommy. I’d like to talk to you again about my offer. I can give you so much more than just money for your charity, and I think you know that already. Give me a call back when you get this message, love. I’ll talk to you then.”

I deleted the message. Tommy had been trying to get me to sleep with him for a large donation to Older Brothers, and for enough money to solve the financial problems that had followed me from a few other failed charities.

He couldn’t have called at a worse time.

Lucky had just shown me that he wasn’t going to hide anything from me, but one of my secrets had just popped back up to throw a kink in everything. I shoved my phone back in my purse and tried to pretend nothing happened.

Lucky

“Hey, Lucky. I haven’t heard from you in a while.” It was Raven. I regretted letting Kendra delete all of the women out of my phone. If Raven’s name had come up with her number, I wouldn’t have answered.

It wasn’t just the drama that was keeping me from her. It was the fact that even her voice was enough to tempt me. It dripped with sensuality. Her tone just begged me to take her back and have her again. The sex was great, some of the best. Raven had a slamming body, and I wanted her as soon as I heard her voice.

“There’s a reason for that,” I told her, hoping she’d get the point that I didn’t want to talk to her, no matter how good she was in bed. That was doubly true now that things were starting to move forward with Kendra. I had convinced Kendra that I was for real.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t the best girlfriend, and I’m sorry that some of my problems spilled over into your life. I heard they pretty much kicked you off the team because of me,” she said. Her sweet voice was intoxicating. It made me want to forgive her.

Raven knew how to use her voice and her body to get what she wanted. She’d proven that to me on several occasions by conning me into letting her back in my life every time I tried to walk away. She was not my type, but she had no trouble playing the part when she wanted something from me.

“You weren’t my girlfriend,” I told her. We had dated, but I had tried to end it before things got too serious. I always tried to end it before it got too serious, as opposed to how I was treating the situation with Kendra, where I was trying to actually make it more serious than it was supposed to be.

“You say that, but I don’t believe you,” she argued in response.

“What do you want?” I asked, sighing out of exasperation. We could have argued the whole time we were on the phone and it would have led to the same thing as before—more amazing sex. If she’d called before things went that far with Kendra, my reaction might have been different. In fact, it would have almost certainly been different. I would have offered to fly her out for a piece of that perfect ass.

Had I not allowed Kendra to delete my contacts, I wouldn’t have answered. And to make things worse, we were at my parents’ house, which was not far from where Raven lived.

“I have a favor to ask of you, Lucky,” she said humbly. “I wouldn’t have called except I don’t know anyone else who can help me with this problem.”
I had heard this same crap from her before. She loved to tell me I was the only one who could help her. Somehow, I wasn’t able to believe it anymore. But I couldn’t stop myself from listening intently and trying to see if there was anything I would be able to do.

“What’s the problem?” I kicked myself for asking. Asking her to explain her problems was asking her to make them mine.

“I’m in trouble, and the only way I can get out of it is to have a kid. I need you to give it to me,” she said, dropping her weak, victimized tone. She actually sounded like she was shooting straight with me for the first time since we’d known each other. It still didn’t make her predicament any more believable.

“What kind of trouble are you in that you need a kid to get you out of it?” I asked her. I was genuinely curious.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I just need a kid, Lucky, and then I can get out of the trouble I’m in. Don’t worry about what’s happened to me,” she said. I could tell that she really didn’t want to talk about what was actually going on, just that she needed the child.

“Why are you coming to me? I’m sure anyone would be more than happy to help get you pregnant,” I said to challenge her. It was an amusing request, but it felt like a trap.

“Like I said, you’re the only person I can trust with this. Besides, it would be like old times. You can do whatever you want, as long as you finish inside me, no condoms,” she explained, trying to bribe me with that same tired promise they all seemed to use when they got desperate—whatever you want.

“I’m not interested in your proposal, Raven,” I said in a straight tone.

“Why not? It’s perfect. You get to fuck me any way you choose as many times as it takes to get me pregnant, and then you don’t have to worry about the kid,” she insisted.

“Do I really need to tell you why? You’re nothing but trouble, and I don’t have time for that where I am now.” The fact that I had to break it down for her like that told me I had been right to leave her when I did.

“This will be the last time you hear from me. Once this is done, I’ll be out of your life for good. That’s the other good side to this. Once I’m pregnant, I’m gone. I can’t keep coming back to you once I have the baby. I don’t want the baby to know who the father is,” she pleaded.

I groaned. It was tempting. My god, it was tempting. It would have been one glorious night of sex, maybe a couple of nights, depending on how long it took to get her pregnant. I couldn’t bring myself to accept it, though, because it was just another example of Raven trying to use me for her own needs. That in itself wouldn’t have been so bad, except she didn’t really know how to use people. She always ended up hanging on too long and calling back or getting me involved in her garbage.

“Look, I’ll even draw up some paperwork saying that I won’t go after you for child support or anything like that. The child will not be yours, and you will have no legal ties to either of us after this. Just please, Lucky. Please help me out here.” She sounded desperate, which made me really curious as to what the hell was going on with her. It also triggered my protective urge. I didn’t like seeing anyone suffer, much less someone I had a history with.

Raven had been perfect, but it had all been an act. Even knowing that, I still responded to her on a very primal level. As soon as I heard her voice or saw her in person, I found myself wanting to jump right back into everything with her. It was a mistake the last time it happened, and it would have been a mistake to do it again. I couldn’t allow myself to do it. I had to be strong and to keep her at bay, at all costs.

“I can’t, Raven. I’m involved with someone. It wouldn’t be right,” I told her, admitting more to her than I had wanted to initially. I had wanted to keep her out of my personal business, because she didn’t need to know about what I was doing.  She was just being so persistent that I felt I had no choice.

“I’m sorry, you’re what?” she asked in an accusing tone, as if I had just admitted to doing something wrong.

“I’m involved with someone. I’m seeing someone, Raven,” I repeated.

“I came before her, Lucky. I have seniority. I can’t believe you,” she barked.

I chuckled. “It doesn’t work that way, not with serious relationships anyway.”

“Bullshit. You owe me. Remember that. You owe me,” she insisted.

“Owe you for what?”

“For not turning your ass in. I know about you and the guys. I know what the three of you are doing. I know about your little network.” She spat out her words frantically.

My blood ran cold. She did know about the network. I’d allowed her to get close enough to find out about what we were doing on the side for all the extra money we were enjoying. That had been my biggest mistake with her, after getting involved with her in the first place.

“If you don’t do this for me, I can blow the top off the whole thing,” she threatened.

I bit my tongue. I wanted to remind her that she’d been in so much trouble no one would have listened to her if she started making wild accusations like she was talking about doing. I didn’t want to provoke her any further.

“I’m sorry, Raven, but I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair to the woman I’m with now. It wouldn’t be fair to you. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be fair to your kid,” I explained to her.

“Wouldn’t be fair, huh? Let’s talk about fair, Lucky. Was it fair to drop me and then skip town once I got in trouble? Was that shit fair? Was it fair to leave me high and dry like you did? No, the way I see it is you owe me. And I’m going to collect. Don’t worry about that. I’m definitely going to collect on what you owe me.”

She hung up, leaving me sitting on my parents’ porch staring at the phone.

“Everything okay?” Kendra asked as she walked outside to check on me.

How long had she been standing there? Had she heard anything? What did she know? Just how fucked was I? Feeling like I had already been caught anyway, I briefly considered telling her exactly what was going on. As I opened my mouth to answer her, however, I decided it wasn’t in my best interest to tell her who had been on the phone or what we’d been talking about.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I said. “I just answered a number you deleted yesterday. I need to start letting unknown numbers go to voicemail. I can call them back if it’s actually important.” I smiled and took her in my arms.

“A number I deleted yesterday. Are those women still calling?” she asked, staring up into my eyes.

“Every once in a while one or two of them will call to see how I am or if I’m in the area and want to hang out,” I told her. It wasn’t entirely untrue. It just wasn’t what had just occurred.

“Well, I guess if they keep it up, put their numbers back in the phone so you know which ones to avoid,” she said without even sounding like it bothered her. Anyone else would have been offended, even some of the girls who had known they were just pieces of ass for me. It felt like another trap, so I made it a point to decline the offer.

“No, I don’t think that’ll be necessary. I think I’m done with her,” I said.

“Well, I certainly hope so,” she said, laughing.

“No, I mean, I don’t think we’ll be hearing from her again,” I clarified, which wasn’t entirely true. I knew there was a good chance I’d be hearing from Raven again, but I was hoping she wouldn’t call back or do anything else to try to make good on her threats.

Usually, her threats were empty. Anything Raven would have done would have drawn more unwanted attention on herself, and she couldn’t risk getting herself in even more trouble, really. It was just a waiting game, I figured, to see if she would have done anything or not.

In the meantime, I had Kendra in my arms on the porch at my parents’ house. Things felt pretty good.

“I’m sorry if I’m causing any trouble for you,” Kendra said quietly with her head against my chest.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’re not. There isn’t any trouble, just ghosts from my past life that might occasionally creep up,” I assured her. “My bad decisions. Nothing you’ve caused.”

I felt her smile against my chest as she tightened her arms around me.