X-Treme Measure (6 page)

When she didn’t respond back, I figured she went ahead and heeded my demand. She was crazy staying up all night working on school work. Especially since it was the beginning of the weekend and it was extra credit. Something she said she didn’t need.

I just finished my last set and it was four in the morning. Perfect time for a work out. I could work out at home, but I didn't want to wake them and usually the guys from XM went right after work so we met at the gym and worked out.

“Damn, Duke. What's up with you, bro?”

I wiped the sweat that was dripping off my face before I answered. “What do you mean?”

“You like, took that set to a whole new level. Tommy said you banked more tonight than we have in a while.”

In a way he was right. I made more tonight than I have in a long time. Fifteen hundred was double what I normally made.

I could only shrug my shoulders. I wasn't about to tell them the reason why I worked extra hard. I shouldn't even be thinking about that reason except for the business purpose of her taking care of my child. But with each performance, I imagined it was her I was performing for.

“Yeah, Duke. Now you’re working out like a mad man. Got some pent-up frustrations there, son?”

“Maybe sexual frustrations? You got kitty problems?”

“No.” I hadn’t meant growl that out but it happened and the guys chuckled. I ignored them. I finished the rest of my set then got up; ready to get the hell out of here before these dipshits wanted to add any more of their two cents. Kitty problems? Hell no I didn't have chick problems.

I grabbed my shit from my locker and didn't even bother with a freaking shower. I'd take one at home.

When I did get home, I opened the door slowly, not wanting to disturb either Reighlyn or Moriah. Reighlyn slept until eight thirty; she slept like the dead. It was like clockwork. If she didn't have school, she was up by eight thirty on the dot almost. I set my bag down and placed my keys in the bowl my mother bought to make the foyer
homier
, that's what this hallway was. A foyer. I had rolled my eyes at her when she clarified that.

I walked towards the living room, hoping to find Moriah lying with a blanket, when instead she had her legs Indian style, a book in her lap with one hand laying on it and the other resting underneath her cheek. Her glasses skewed to the side. She looked too fucking adorable. And young. Almost childlike. And seriously uncomfortable.

Damn, she was going to have a sore neck. How long had she slept like this? I shook my head, knowing even if she laid down right on that couch she’d still feel that crick in her neck. The sweat that was on my body was dry enough that I walked over to her, gently slid the book out of her lap, laid it down on the table before sliding my arms under her legs and back. I gently lifted her into my arms and she stirred.

“Huh? What?”

“Go back to sleep, Moriah.”

“Mmmm…hmm.” A soft snore was the only thing I heard as I took her into my room, where my nice, big posture-pedic bed would help those kinks when she wakes up later. She felt weightless in my arms. Her long blonde hair falling over my arm and she cuddled into my embrace even more.

I placed her slowly onto my bed, her hair fanning out around my pillow. I slipped the glasses off of her face and set them on the nightstand. I pulled the comforter and sheet over her and she snuggled right into my bed like she’s slept there her entire life. Like she belonged there.

Fuck
. She looked great in my bed. Grumbling, I made my way into the bathroom and hurried to get into a cold shower. Why I was lusting over a girl barely out of high school was beyond me. She was twenty-two and legal but wasn't eight years a big age difference? Most people I knew dated people their own age. And I wanted this girl? She was barely a little slip of a woman. Barely a woman. Although the workout clothes she wore earlier definitely suggested otherwise. She had a great body. Curvy just where a woman should be curvy. Her waist wasn't cinched in, and if I had to guess she was probably a size eight. Maybe ten. Her pale skin wasn't white but a soft, vanilla color.

Earlier today when I leaned into her and inhaled her scent? It was like smelling raspberries and blueberries.

Oh, damn. My dick sparked to life, hardened and thickened, begging for relief. I was not about to jerk off in the shower. I just met this girl. I shouldn't even be thinking about her like I was. Babysitter. She was just the babysitter.

That wasn't working.

It's been a long fucking time since I had to take matters into my own hands. But here I was, being a complete tool and palming my erection. It's been hard on and off all damn day; my balls felt sore and my dick was straining for release.

Just this once.

I grabbed the length and pumped up and down and I thought about Moriah’s long, blonde hair, silky and soft and what it would feel like tickling over my skin. Those pretty innocent eyes touched by fire as she lay beneath me, her arms holding onto my body like a lifeline, her legs bent and gripping my hips. She’d feel so fucking soft and wet. I’d make sure she came at least twice before sinking between her luscious thighs. Like finger fucking her until I got her moaning and writhing. Then massage her clit until she was wet and slippery before eating her out. I could imagine her tasting just as good as she smelled. She’d have short and labored breathing, her voice whimpering and moaning for me to stop and begging me for more. She’d feel fucking hot around my dick as I drove myself inside of her.

And there it was...yes! My release spurted out of my dick like it hadn’t come in months. I was in serious fucking trouble.

I finished taking a shower, got out and wrapped a towel around my waist, my dick somewhat sated. I walked into my room, Moriah still passed out on the bed. I walked to my dresser, grabbed underwear and gym shorts. I walked barefoot to my bag, put all the clothes in the hamper; I’ll wash them later. I grabbed my wallet and went to the safe I kept in the walk-in closet. I kept what I needed for the week, and an extra two-hundred to give to Moriah and placed the remaining with the rest I was saving. I had over 800 grand. Not even to mention the amount I had in the bank. I was saving for a house, which of course I could have bought a couple times over by now, but it never seemed like the right time. It felt like I was waiting for something.

I planned on saving until I hit a million and then I’d stop working at XM and try opening up my own gym and buy a home. I wanted Reighlyn to have a yard to play in and those years were almost coming to an end when she hit puberty. She would start liking boys and dear God help me. I was just thankful she wasn’t into girlie shit except My Little Pony. She liked Karate and working out, she was learning to lift weights and becoming more athletic every damn day.

Did she need a mother? My mother did a great job taking care of her.

I closed and locked the safe and it was only a little after seven. Since there wasn’t anyone to watch Reighlyn while I slept, I needed to get some shut-eye. I slipped back into the bedroom and Moriah was dead asleep on the right side of the bed, taking up only a little space. I should just leave her be and take the couch, but that king size bed was big enough we probably wouldn’t even touch.

I did not need to tempt myself any further, but I slept on the couch before. Not long enough for my body. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to move her again. I could tell her to get up and leave, but that would be rude.

Fuck it. I walked to the opposite side of the bed, the only light was the small strip from the window and it was hitting the door so neither one of us would be disturbed. I folded over the comforter, leaving the sheet between us. My head hit the pillow and it was lights out.

What was that noise? What time was it? What the hell was covering my face? My eyes lifted to see nothing but a blonde mass of hair covering my eyes, and I somehow drifted towards the middle like she did and she was covering me like a small blanket. Nice and warm and what was that giggling?

I brushed her hair off my face and looked over her to see Reighlyn standing in the doorway, a giggle ready to come out again.

“Shh. Don’t wake her.”

She nodded and pointed towards the kitchen. I nodded back and when she disappeared I laid my head back down. How the hell did this happen? She was draped around me like ivy. Her face was tucked into my chest, her arms and legs cuddled me around my sides and hips and I tried waking her.

Lord. I tried.

“Moriah, honey. Time to get up.”

She let out a deep groan and she wiggled her body, which made my body respond in kind. Mr. Playful was ready for duty. Then Moriah tensed and I knew she had become instantly awake when she felt my rock hard dick thumping against her lower half.

“What?” her voice was thick with sleep and she was raising herself up, her hands meeting my chest. Her eyes opened and then this freaked out look came over her face.

“What the hell?”

“Good morning to you too, cupcake.”

SLAP! My head cracked to the side.

“Dafuq! What was that for?”

“How are you in my bed? Oh, dear God this must be a dream.”

“Dreaming about me so soon, Moriah? And no. You’re in my bed. I put you here. How’s your neck?”

She shook her head furiously and tried scrambling off of me but with the sheets twisted around us she only ended up unbalancing and tumbling off the bed, dragging me down with her. I moved so I could take the brunt of the fall on my back and she landed on top of me.

“Get me out of this!” Her hands moved wildly through the blanket and sheet until she was free and she flew up, standing and reaching out to balance herself on the bed.

“Calm down, Moriah. You’re okay.”

“OKAY? I can’t even see! What time is it?”

I looked over to my clock and it read nine thirty.

“Nine thirty.”

She flung her hair back and brushed her hands down her clothes, trying to unruffle herself. She looked plenty ruffled right now and damn if it didn’t make me want to put her back to bed.

“Where’s my glasses? I can barely see.”

Sighing, I got up and walked over to her, placing my hands on her arms, caressing them up and down, trying to calm her. She looked freaked out and I couldn’t tell if the blush creeping up her neck was embarrassment or excitement. With her, I couldn’t tell anything.

“Calm down, they are on the nightstand. Let me go get them for you.”

“I knew I should have worn my contacts.”

I placed my hand at the small of her back and led her to the bench seat in front of the bed.

“Here, sit here. Why didn’t you?”

“Because I really don’t like wearing them during the night. I wear my glasses most of the time when I’m home. Well, when I lived in the dorm I wore them. If I left, I used my contacts.”

“Well, it’s okay. Here.”

I held out her glasses and placed them in her hand. She opened them and pushed them up her pert little nose. She blinked once, then they widened at she stared at my chest and then she closed them tightly.

“Please, get dressed.”

“What? Not your thing?”

“Ha.” She placed her hand on my abs, her nails clutching but she pushed me backwards as she stood. “I should be going.”