CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Cruise
June
“Wow!” Her gaze falters on me as she hops into the Jeep and gets a good look at the shirt I’m wearing. “That shirt is bright.”
“Yeah, I know.” I look down at the hot pink shirt covering my body. “The Hurricanes got to pick out their colors, and they decided on hot pink and black. I’m very well aware that I look like a goddamn highlighter. The perks of coaching and having to attend softball games.”
She laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. “Mason wears it too?”
“What can I say? Kels makes us do shit we never thought we’d do. Like wear hot pink and spend our weekends during the summer and fall with ten-year-old girls. But I’d rather them be with us than some tyrannical coach who doesn’t give two shits. I did that enough in football. These girls are learning valuable lessons. Even if I do catch a few of their moms checking out my ass.”
Her blonde hair whips around. “I’m sorry? What? They’re checking out your ass?”
“Well I mean, it’s a nice ass.” I give her a wink. “But just in case, I got you a little something to wear today.” We come to a stop at a red light, and I reach into the backseat of the Jeep, holding another hot pink shirt.
She opens it up, smiling big as she sees that it has the team name on it, and then turns it around where it sports Kelsea’s number and it says Coach’s Girl on it. “Great, so now people will think I’m with your dad.”
“We’re both coaches,” I correct her.
“Aren’t you assistant?” She giggles, busting my balls.
“Fuck that, I’m out there on the field, in the hot sun every day. Besides, Mom has one that says Coach’s Wife; he wouldn’t have a wife and a girlfriend. Everyone knows that. Mom would cut his dick off. Everybody will know you’re mine. Especially when we walk in together and you give all those women the evil eye for staring at my ass.”
She reaches down, managing to grab a little bit of skin to pinch. “Damn right, Harrison. That ass is mine, and they may as well just get used to it.”
Damn, I love this woman. Love the way she makes me feel, the way she’s fully integrated into my family, and the fact she’s not ashamed to be with me. If I’m honest that’s something that’s hindered me for a lot of years. Because my mom left, I always got the feeling people were ashamed to be seen with me. That they didn’t love me as much as I loved them. Ruby is showing me that I’m capable of being loved. I’m capable of accepting love, and maybe just maybe, I can take it at face value and not question it. After all, I was able to get it with Karina, I give it to Kels, and my dad with no question. To a point I give it to Ruby too, but opening myself up is hard. I’m learning though, with this woman, and it’s worth it.
Ruby
“I see you graduated to the official shirt,” Karina greets me as I make my up in the stands to sit next to her.
“I did.” I take a drink of my water bottle and pull my sunglasses down further on my face. “When he gave it to me, I had to give him shit and tell him that people will think Mason has both a wife and a girlfriend.”
Karina laughs, throwing her head back. “Oh my God, I told him that too. I told him he should have put assistant on there.”
“He got made fun of by both of us.” I smile softly as I gaze out onto the field.
“It’s cool, he’s used to being made fun of.” She smirks. “That’s basically our relationship.”
“At least he’s a good sport.”
“Caleb’s always been a good sport about everything. When I tell him and other people that Kelsea’s lucky she got the brother she did, I’m not kidding at all.”
The two of us people watch as other parents, friends and family members arrive for the game that’s about to start. I want to talk to Karina about Caleb, but I’m not sure how to approach the subject.
“So I went by Caleb’s the other day, but I saw your car parked beside his Jeep and was scared I’d interrupt something if I went in.” She gives me a grin.
I try to think back to what day she’s talking about, wondering if she would have really interrupted anything. Chances are, with us, she would have, but I don’t want to tell her that.
“It was Saturday, and I knew he had to work that night. It was late enough in the afternoon that he was probably taking a nap.”
Immediately my face burns, because I do remember that day. He’d tied me up and shown me what nipple clamps can do, something I’d never experienced before, and probably never will with anyone but him. Instead of taking the nap he’d wanted, he’d ended up being fifteen minutes late to work.
“Feel good, Ruby?” he whispers into my ear as he circles my nipple with his finger. The clamps have been on long enough that I can’t feel anything anymore, but I’m straining against the Velcro he’s wrapped around my wrists. If I can just get my finger underneath, I can get lose and take the clamp off, feel the explosion of pleasure that borders on pain he’s told me I’ll feel when he does.
“Yes, God yes, please,” I fight against the restraints again. “I want this.”
“You sure?” His brown eyes are almost black, his cheeks red underneath the stubble. He’s as excited as I am. I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist.
When he fingers the metal release on the clamp, and then presses it, I about come up off the bed. The rush of feeling is overwhelming and I’m not sure I can deal with it, until he clasps his mouth over the tight bud, soothing it with his tongue. His other hand goes down to my pussy, where I’m as wet as I’ve ever been. And when he bites roughly on the sensitized skin, I come, in a shivering quivering mess against him. It takes me by surprise, and I scream loudly.
“Yes,” he encourages me. “Let the whole fuckin’ complex know.”
And when he takes off the other clamp, I’m pretty damn sure I do just that.
“You would have interrupted something,” I whisper under my breath.
“Things are going good with the two of you? He doesn’t really talk much to me about it, which makes sense. I’m the mother figure in his life, but I’d like to know he’s happy.”
“I’m happy, and I hope he is. I haven’t ever been with someone like him before. He’s something else.” I shake my head.
“He’s a lot like his dad. I’d never met anyone like him before either, and he blew my carefully laid plans and world totally up.
“That’s Caleb if I ever had to describe him. He’s definitely blowing up my plans and rocking my world.”
“Girl, I know all about the world rocking when it comes to a Harrison boy.”
And that’s when Caleb and the girls take the field. He’s coaching the third base line which is where we’re sitting, and as he bends over, hands on his knees, I get the best look at his ass. Today is definitely a damn good day.