The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3) Samantha Lind (story books to read .txt) 📖

Tiffany: What are you up to today, little brother?

Lucas: Not much, just waiting on Carmen to go grab some lunch. What’s up?

Tiffany: Any chance I could convince you to watch Milo tonight?

Lucas: Sure, what time?

Tiffany: Five thirty-ish.

Lucas: I can do that.

Tiffany: Can you pack a bag and stay the night? Brad just mentioned getting a hotel room for the night.

Lucas: Sure, what’s the special occasion? It isn’t your birthday or anniversary.

Tiffany: He got a promotion and wants to celebrate. Plus, a night to sleep in a fluffy hotel room and not have to worry about waking up with a toddler for one night sounds glorious right about now.

Lucas: I’ve got you covered, sis. I’ll see you around five, five thirty-ish.

Tiffany: Thanks, Lucas, I really owe you one.

Just as I finish up texting with Tiffany, the app on my phone that is tied to the building’s security system is alerting me that someone is buzzing my unit, so I click on it and see Carmen’s smiling face on the camera, so I hit the button to let her up.

I walk over to my door, opening it and leaning against the frame while I wait for her to come up the elevator. I can see her as soon as she steps off and heads my way. She’s got on skinny jeans, tucked into some riding boots, a fitted T-shirt on, with a jean jacket layered overtop. She looks casual and sexy as all get out.

“Hello, handsome,” she greets, running a hand up my chest and around my neck. I lower down, kissing her a little desperately as I wrap my arms around her torso, lifting her off the ground and into my arms. I carry her a couple steps back until we’re in my condo and I can slam the door, all without breaking our connection. With the door closed, I pin her against it, grinding my now hard cock against her center.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I say against her lips.

“You just saw me a few hours ago.” She laughs and runs her fingers through my hair. The touch of her fingers against my scalp sends shivers down my spine. “And how can you already be hard, we had sex this morning.”

“That’s all you, baby. You do that to me,” I tell her, pressing against her pussy again.

“Sex later, right now, I need food,” she says, squirming against me as she attempts to get down.

“Fine,” I huff, giving her one last kiss before I let her slide down my body. “I invited some of the guys and their women to join us. Figured you might be more comfortable in a group out in public.”

“Oh!” she says, looking up at me. “Thanks, although, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. That and Taco’s and Guac is pretty laid back and used to everyone from both the Lightning and the Eagles coming in. I don’t think they’d risk losing all that business just to post about one of you being there.”

“That’s good to know, now, let’s go get you fed. My sister texted a little bit ago and asked if I could watch Milo tonight for them so they can have a date night. I need to be there around five,” I tell her as I grab my keys before opening the door back up. I follow her out, stopping quick to lock up before we head down to the garage.

“Has she said anything else about not feeling well? I’m still worried about her,” Carmen asks once we’re in the car.

“She hasn’t, but we can ask her tonight, that is, if you’ll come with me?” I ask as I place my hand on her thigh. When Carmen is near me, I can’t help but be touching her.

“I could be convinced into coming with you.” She winks at me.

“You’re a vixen, you know that?” I ask. “Oh, I meant to ask you about the yoga studio that you go to. Do you think I could tag along with you to a class? Dustin mentioned today that he thinks I should start adding in some yoga to my routine.”

“I’m sure you can, it is a first come first serve kind of set up. I like the Saturday morning class the best,” she says. “You could come with me this weekend.”

“It’s a date, then.”

“A sweaty one. You might not feel it while in the class, but be prepared to be sore afterwards,” she warns.

“I think I can handle it,” I tell her. “Oh crap, I was supposed to let the guys know when we were leaving, can you grab my phone and text the group chat. Also, let them know exactly where we’re going.”

I watch as she grabs my phone, pulling up the messages and shooting off the text.

Lucas: Hey, y’all, this is Carmen. Lucas forgot to text before we left. We’re on our way to Taco’s and Guac. Should be there in under ten minutes.

“Done,” she says. “Derek and JJ both texted back they’re on their way with family in tow.”

“Sounds good, babe.”

“That’s going to be one full table.” She laughs. “I just love Derek and Jillian’s girls. They are the cutest ever,” she muses. “I’m so glad that he found his way back to Jillian,” she adds.

“I heard a little about that, sounds like it was a messy situation.”

“Yeah, he messed up. It took Jillian actually divorcing him to get him to realize everything he was going to lose. He was once my loose screw— always had me on my toes—player, about the time he cleaned up his act, JJ was in the press all the time because of what happened with his daughter, and then you landed on my doorstep. I don’t know how I keep putting up with you guys.” She smirks.

“You know you love the constant ups and downs your job brings you.”

“You’re right, I do. I’d like it even more if the players weren’t so manwhoreish sometimes.” She gives me a pointed look.

“Hey, I haven’t