I hug her from behind and kiss her cheek. “Let's get started.” She is dressed in leggings and a Scooby-Doo-themed t-shirt.I smirk and shake my head at her attire. “Nice shirt.” She looks down and shrugs. “Alright, so I thought we could start with Taekwondo?” She shakes her head. “Martial arts is a great form of self-defense. First, we need to work on your mental state before I teach you the movements. I step behind her, straightening her stance, stretching her back upward. There are five rules I want us to start with. I wrote them down for you, and instead of me reading them, I want you to read them aloud.” She looks hella good from back here.Spencer, focus. She looks behind her, staring at me. I hand her the paper.
She holds it up and smiles. “Rule 1. You must not be afraid.” She swallows hard; I watch her eyes and begin circling her. “Rule 2. Consider the attacker and then think about their weakness. 3. You must be quick and precise. 4. Control your emotions, use them for strength. 5. You need to remember you can’t be defeated.” She glances up, and there it is, the look in her eyes; defeat.
I hold her wrists, gently, grabbing her attention from the paper. “This is only going to work if you believe you can do it. I want you to memorize these, believe them, and believe in yourself.” She looks back down at the paper. “You have to believe in yourself like I believe in you.” Taking back the paper, I start teaching her specific ways to stand, to ground herself.
She listens well and takes in my instructions, and all I want to do is maul her into the grassy field and take her for myself. I want to take her and love her so hard that she never doubts her worth, her ability to do or be anything she wants. When we are about an hour in, and her stance is solid, I kiss her, pulling away slightly and resting the tip of my nose on her forehead. “I want you to change your view on fire. Instead of using the fire to harm yourself for relief, I want you to find the spark within yourself and light that bitch up so the demons you are running from seeyour flames and fucking run. Turn your rage into an inferno, shape it, direct it, make it burn FOR you, not against you.” Her face softens with lust and admiration, and with that, I kiss her.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, tangling her fingers in my hair.Fuck, she feels good. Our tongues move together in symphony, while her moans lace the cool October air. Moving my hands down her body, trying to burn every divot, every minute detail of her body to memory, creating a blueprint. Taking my hands, I lift her legs off the ground, wrapping them around me. She locks her legs, and in doing so, her sweet warmth radiates onto my athletic shorts. I want to rip this material away. I want to feel her softness, her wetness that is calling out for me.
I hold her as I move us towards the grassy plain, laying her gently flat on her back, her legs open wider, opening herself for me. My body fits in between her legs like the gap was made for me. I rub my erection into her crease, as it radiates with worth and need. She pulls my hair, as her eyes roll back. “Spence. I haven’t done anything like this before.” She breathes into my mouth. I move my hands down her stomach and begin tracing the middle seam of her leggings.
“Let me show you how I can make you come with your clothes on. Are you wet for me, Scar?” Feeling the heat on my fingers sends me into shambles. Applying pressure to her throbbing clit, I circle my fingers, making her back arch, and her kisses more demanding.I can’t rip her clothes off, I can’t fuck her in this field.
She pulls my hair, then pushes my head harder into hers, deepening the already intense kiss. I bite her bottom lip with desire, fueling her release. She rocks her hips under my hand, as my finger circles her over the fabric. Her breath speeds up, and her body trembles under me. “Come for me, baby.” Shetilts her head, arches her back, and moans the sexiest sound I have ever heard.Fuck, I am about to come just by the damn sound.Her lustful eyes find mine, and her flushed cheeks rise. I kiss her once more, fueled with passion. “That was the sexiest fucking thing.” She looks around. “I was keeping watch; no one was around. I’ve got to get to practice, you're gonna get me in trouble." I helped her stand, and we walked hand in hand back to my truck. What she didn’t know was that I was already in trouble; I was in deep.
Chapter 21
Bad Habits
Levi
The stands are packed with fans; our home side is packed sporting orange and black colors. The opposing team, clad in red and yellow, cheers loudly as the players enter the outfield. We are first up to bat. I look out of the dugout and find Scarlett sitting in the front row with her posse of friends. The lineup starts to die down, and Spencer's next up to bat. Adrenaline courses through my body. I watch him practice swings, get into his zone.
The pitcher gets ready with a wind-up before throwing a rapid curveball. Keeping my eyes on the ball, I watch Spencer shift his weight, swing the bat, make contact, and send the ball soaring through the infield. Running like his ass is on fire, hitting first base, rounding to second, and sending two players home, giving us two points. The team and the crowd go wild. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good. Looking back at Scarlett, she is smiling widely as she stands, clapping her hands. Jessica is a few seats down, waving her flag and screaming my name, yelling, "Go, Coach!"That’s right, she’ll be screaming my name after this game, too.
After a long game, we defeated the South High School Cats 5-3. The game was incredible.
Spencer and I head to Scarlett, who is jumping up and down with happiness. “Way to kick ass, guys.” She threw her arms around me and smiled big. “You killed it!” Then, to my surprise, she throws her arms around Spencer and squeezes him. “Good job!” He looks at me and smiles awkwardly while squeezing her back.
Jessica runs over to me and hugs me as well, gaining a disapproving look from Scarlett. “Let’s go celebrate.” I glance at Spencer, and he laughs before nodding his head.
“Go have fun, I’ve got her.” He looks at Scarlett and winks, awkward, but fuck it,I’m rolling on this post-game win. Just as the Collins come over, embracing him with a warm hug, just before Anna takes Scarlett into her arms and hugs her sweetly.This whole family is fantastic. I know they will keep her safe, and fuck, it feels good to pass the torch, even for one night.
The first time Grant hit Scarlett, it broke something in me. I watched him raise his arm back and punch her, not slap, not hit, punch, like he would an equal. She flew to the ground and didn’t get up. I thought he killed her. When I ran to her side, he pickedme up by my hair and asked if I thought I was a man. Told me I would never amount to one, and that I’d always be a “weak little bitch just like my mother.” That was the first time I wanted to kill him. I was fuming with rage. I had never felt anything so potent, but at thirteen, I couldn't do anything; I was no match for this grown adult, so I did the only thing I thought I could do. I went to the school counselor and told her what was happening under our roof.
We had meetings and visits, only for Mother to lie and say we were mad because we got a spanking and were grounded. After that, Grant stopped hitting us in the face, and he stopped grabbing our arms and leaving bruises. He began to master the art of hurting us in silence. While under review, he kept his hands to himself and only used his slicing words. When the review was over, that was when he finally unleashed his pent-up rage; he beat me so bad I missed a week of school, and my mother sent in a letter, saying I was going on vacation.Some fucking vacation. After that, I hated her just as much as I hated him, maybe even more; her betrayal and complicity hurt more than his fists ever could.
When I woke up that night, I had gone to her room to ask her a question, and there she was, lying on her floor, crying into an empty bottle of pills. I remember walking over to her and asking if it was safe to go down for some water. When her hazel eyes met mine, she shook her head no and told me there was something I needed to know. She kept telling me she was going to die, and I thought she was being dramatic. She always took pills to sleep. When her body went limp next to me, I panicked. All that time she spoke of her confession, I sat there watching her eyes gloss over, and I didn’t think it was real, just another sorry attempt for attention and forgiveness. She told me about my father, about her love for him, and how she let Grantmanipulate her. My mom confessed that she had cheated on my father and gotten pregnant by another man, that she had written him a letter stating what she had done, but before she could send it, cops came to her door and told her Leo King had died in the line of duty. At that moment, I hated her more than I ever had. She betrayed him; she took his bereavement money and lived her best life. I call that karma. The man she thought would give her the world gave her bloody noses and bruises, and when that wasn't enough, he beat her kids, too.
That little boy grew, and now I am a man who won’t take shit from Grant anymore, and I sure as shit try my best to protect Letty. The thing about protecting someone is that you have to be with them 24/7, and I did that for a long time. In the process of saving her, I lost myself. When we moved here, I didn’t know who I was or what I was doing with my life, other than blocking fists for my sister. I was not living, I was surviving, and it was miserable.
Tonight, I don’t have to think about protecting anyone or dodging punches; tonight, I am going to find myself.
I get Jessica in my car, and the girl is ravenous; she immediately starts kissing me, my neck, rubbing her palm over my dick. I shift my car into the driveway and get us to her house as quickly as I can, eager to remove the layers that block access.
Her house is tucked back off a dirt road, and her parents are gone for the night. She can scream my name as loud as she wants, and no one will hear us; that sends a shiver of delight through my bones. Jessica jumps out of my car and runs up to her door. “Come on, I’ve been waiting since I saw you in your coach uniform.” She smirked, and all I could think about was those sweet lips stretching around my throbbing shaft.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” I scoop her up and walk her to her room. Shutting the door behind me, she kisses me, herhands working their way around my body. I am a sweaty mess from the game, yet here she is, lapping at my skin like I'm her own special flavor.
Jessica pulls my shirt off, revealing my toned abs before kissing them and moving herself to her knees.Fuck, she looks so good staring up at me with want and need.Pulling off her shirt, I run my hands through her hair. Grabbing it forcefully, I made her look up at me. “Sorry, but tonight is about you.” I lift her and push her onto the bed. I started removing her tight leggings that had me gawking at her ass half the game. “Such a bad girl wearing these to the game, they were a hella distraction tonight.” I kiss her toned thighs as I slide them off. “Is that what you wanted? All my attention to you, hmmm?” She wiggles, my peppered kisses tickling the inside of her thighs. Slowly removing her black lace thong, I straddle her naked hips, grab both wrists, and place one on top of the other. Taking her lace thong, I tie her hands above her head. “Leave these here, don’t move them.” She smiles and takes a deep breath.My words surprised me.I feel in control, and damn it feels good to just fuck.
She's always down to try new things and equally partakes in our mutual release before parting ways. I’m finding that my dominant side is easy to tap into; it's always been there, just smothered by the shame of turning into the very thing I loathe. I know I could never be like him, though. While he uses his hands to cause pain, I use mine for pleasure. I like to be rough and demanding, just like to teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure.
“Okay.” Her sweet voice is soft and needy. I unclasp her bra, and I throw it across the room, leaving her completely naked and on display, all for me. I start kissing my way around her, first her lips, then her neck, and her chest, before circling each peaked nipple with my tongue, making her back arch, and running myfingers along her stomach down to the crease of her thighs, before finding her wet slit, which has her smirking.
“So needy, Jessica.” She nods her head. I slide one finger into her, making her gasp, just as my tongue is about to touch her sensitive bud, her hands move from above her head and land in my hair. I look at her from between her legs as I stop my movements. Moving my way back up to her face, her eyes beam with want, but bad girls don’t get a reward, taking her for her bad behavior. I place my lips directly over hers and say, “I thought I told you to leave your hands up here, didn't I?” She bites her lip, smiling through my questioning. She nods, I place her hands back up above her head and start working my way back down. “Show me how good you can listen, be a good girl, and come on my face.” With that, I smother myself between her legs, being driven by the desire and ecstasy from her smell and her taste.
Working her with my finger, and swirling my tongue, she starts grinding with my movements. I look up, making sure her arms are still placed above her head. Seeing she has obeyed, I add another finger, and she loses it, moaning with each stroke, finger and tongue paired together, driving her into an oblivion of pleasure. Her body quivers and her breathing becomes labored, her thighs squeeze my head like a vice grip, moaning as she rides out her orgasm. I smile to myself, working my way back up to her. “You did so well.” I stand up, removing my pants and boxer shorts, ripping open the condom, and sliding it on.
