The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3) by Samantha Lind (the lemonade war series .TXT) 📕

her without a condom is a completely different ball game. I’ve always loved sex, what red-blooded male doesn’t, but this takes it to a whole new level.

“That’s it, baby, ride my cock,” I tell her as I hold on to her hips, helping her to move up and down.

“Yesss,” she chants, the word coming out like a moan as she controls our pace, chasing her orgasm. “Right like that,” she tells me as I meet her thrust for thrust. I’m close myself, with the additional sensations happening from being bareback for the first time in my life.

I slide a hand from her hip to her clit, applying pressure just as I know she likes it. It doesn’t take long and she’s exploding on top of me. I can feel her orgasm start to milk my own, and before I know it, I’m slamming my hips up and coming deep inside her.

Carmen collapses forward, her head resting against my shoulder as she sucks in air, attempting to catch her breath.

“Are you okay?” I ask, running a hand down her sweat-slicked back.

“Perfect,” she says, sitting up and smiling at me. Her completely blissed out look is my favorite look of all time. Her skin is glowing, she looks relaxed, and most of all, comfortable in her own skin. I don’t think there is anything sexier about a woman than one who is confident and comfortable with herself. If there is anything that Carmen has, it is confidence.

“Yes, you are.” I pull her into a kiss. She laughs against my lips as I lazily kiss them.

I roll back and forth on a foam roller, working out the kinks in my muscles after a hard day in the gym. Being in the off season doesn’t mean that I get to slack off, if anything, I work harder to keep my body in shape and ready for the season to come back around.

“I think you should take some yoga classes; it will help with your flexibility,” my personal trainer, Dustin, says.

“I fucking hate yoga,” I tell him.

“It’s either that or dance classes.”

“Yoga it is, then,” I tell him, jumping up from the floor. I grab the foam roller, placing it back in the bin.

“If you don’t want a private class, I can recommend a few good places to check out,” he says.

“I’ll let you know; I think I know someone with a hookup.”

“All right, man. Let me know. Otherwise, I’ll see you in two days,” he says, as we do the fist bump into a half hug followed by a back slap—man hug thing, then part ways for the day.

I grab a sports drink from the mini fridge, draining half of it as I head out to my car.

“Hello.” Carmen’s voice booms out of the speakers as I roll down the interstate.

“Red, how’s your day?” I ask her, my cock swelling just from the sound of her voice.

“Pretty good, not much going on today. We had a meeting this morning to brainstorm ideas for next season.”

“Sounds fun, are you free for lunch?” I ask, taking the exit off the interstate for my condo.

“I was actually going to cut out of work early. Since we’re dead, there really isn’t any reason for me to be in the office today.”

“So, lunch then?” I ask, hoping she will say yes.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?” she asks.

“I’m easy, you tell me what you want,” I tell her as I pull into my building.

“I’ve been craving some tacos; can we do Mexican?”

“If that’s what you want, then sure. I’m guessing you have a specific place in mind?”

“Of course!” she exclaims.

“What time are you leaving work? I just pulled into my garage. I need to go shower and get changed, so you have time. I don’t want you to feel rushed.”

“I can probably leave in the next half hour or so.”

“That should be enough time. Do you want to come here when you leave?” I ask.

“I can do that,” she agrees.

“See you then, beautiful.”

“See you then, charmer.” She giggles before we hang up.

I head inside, going straight for the shower. I turn the water on, letting it get nice and hot while I strip out of my workout clothes. I step under the spray, allowing the heat from the water and the pressure to work the tightness from my sore muscles.

Knowing Carmen is on her way, I don’t linger too long, washing up so I can be ready when she arrives. I’m still a little shocked that she wants to go out to eat together, as she’s still a bit timid with taking our relationship public, so an idea strikes and has me reaching for my cell.

Lucas: Hey, fuckers, you want to meet Carmen and me for some lunch? She wants to go for tacos, said she’s got a place in mind.

I shoot off the group text to JJ, Derek and Matt.

JJ: Sounds good, Riley was just trying to decide what we’re going to do, so we’re in.

Derek: Jillian is always in for tacos and I’m sure I know where Carmen wants to go. Only the best place in town.

Matt: Shit, sounds like I’ll be the only single wheel, but tacos. I guess I can sit with a bunch of love birds when tacos and guacamole is involved.

Lucas: Don’t worry, Matt, we’ll help you find a lady one of these days.

Matt: I don’t need your help, fucker. I can find my own damn woman.

JJ: Someone’s a little testy. You need to get laid, O’Riley.

Matt: Fuck off. I’m doing just fine in that department. Thank you very much.

Lucas: Okay, I’ll let you know once she gets here and we’re ready to leave.

I check the time as I slide my watch onto my wrist. I assume Carmen will be here soon, so I head out into the living room and turn on the TV while I wait for her to arrive. As soon as I sit down, my phone buzzes again, so I pull it from my pocket and