Fastball (Wilde Players Dirty Romance) (12 page)

“Hey, I’m with you. I wouldn’t go for that either. But I was over served last night,” he glances at her, “so Gina dragged my drunk as hell ass up here so I wouldn’t get killed trying to drive home. And honestly, I passed out and don’t even remember. I was drowning my sorrows, and I paid for it.” He rubs his jaw and works it around a little.

“Sorrows? Or am I being too nosy?”

“Nah, my company has taken a huge hit, so they’re closing up shop and I’ve lost my job.”

“Oh, that sucks, man. Sorry to hear it.”

“Yeah, hence the drunk-fest.”

Now I really feel like shit. “And here I go adding a little extra on top of it all.”

Gina, not one to let it pass so easily, says, “Yeah. Real nice of you, Cowboy.”

But, I’m not going to let it go either. Pulling her up to me, I say, “Well, it’s all your fault, fairy princess.”

I want to laugh at the face she makes. She reminds me of my pet goldfish I had when I was a kid. Her mouth opens and closes, opens and closes. Finally, she says, “How is it my fault?”

I’m going all in for this. “Several reasons. One, if you weren’t so damn beautiful, I wouldn’t be all hot and bothered. Two, if you weren’t my girl, I wouldn’t give a shit who was in this apartment with you. Three, if it wasn’t for that sassy mouth of yours, I wouldn’t want to kiss you all the time. Four, if you didn’t have such a big heart and didn’t give a shit about your friends and the people you care about, I wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

She blinks, not once but several times, and it’s clear I’ve rattled her to the core. Then she wriggles that sexy body away from mine and says, “I need to get Mark some ice.” Her voice has suddenly gotten a bit hoarse. Indeed, I’ve hit my target.

Mark clears his throat, grabbing my attention. When I glance at him, I laugh. He’s given me not one, but two thumbs-up. And then he stage whispers, “It’s about damn time.”

I mumble back, “I really am sorry about the…” I circle my finger around my jaw, indicating the jab.

He shrugs it off. “I’ll live, man.”

Gina comes back with a baggie filled with ice. “Are we gonna stand in the hall all morning, or would you all like to join me in the living room?”

We follow the leader to take seats in her still uncluttered living room. I smile about that. She eyes me suspiciously, but I only shake my head.

“So, how about that breakfast I brought you?” I ask.

“Well, since there are three of us, I’d feel guilty eating it in front of everyone.”

Mark, who looks a bit green, says, “Count me out for any food. I am under the hangover weather this morning. All I want is ice water for now.”

“I already ate, so go for it, my little fairy princess.” I grin.

She scowls, but grabs the bag and digs in. When she sees the warm cinnamon scones inside, the scowl disappears. “Oh, my.” One bite and a whole bunch of
Mmmms
later, I believe I may be back on solid ground again.

“So, Cowboy, what brings you to these parts?” she asks.

“I thought that would be fairly obvious.”

From her sly grin, she’s going in a completely different direction than where I intended. Although, I’m not opposed to that, but with Mark here, it makes it a little difficult.

“No, you’re missing something.” I point to the bag I dropped when my moment of insanity overruled the purpose of my visit. It’s on the floor near the entrance of the apartment.

She stops chewing on her scone, and now the curiosity hits her. “What is it?”

“Guess you’re going to have to open it to find out.”

Mark says, “I think it’s time for me to get out of here.”

Holding up a palm, I say, “Hang on a sec.”

“You sure? This might be cozy time for you two.”

Laughing, I say, “It might be, but just wait. You’ll see why in a minute.”

Gina’s finished her scone and sets her coffee down. Her sassy mouth says, “A good cowboy would bring that bag over to his fairy princess.”

“Yeah, but a good fairy princess would use fairy dust to zap that bag over to herself.” She laughs, and I end up getting the bag and hand delivering it to her with an elaborate bow.

“Your wish, my command.”

She greedily grabs the bag and pulls out the contents. When she sees what’s inside, a smile that could light up the damn ball field breaks across her face.

“It’s your jersey!”

“Yeah. All for you, my fairy princess. Hand delivered for the game this week. Plus, two tickets in the box. For you and a friend. That’s where you come in, Mark. That is, if you want to after I decked you.”

There are also two Cougars hats inside the bag, and her hand pulls those out, and she tosses one to Mark. “Are you in?” she asks him.

“Hell yeah. I’d love to go. It’s not like my schedule is packed, but even if it were, I’d clear it for this. Which hotel do I need to get a reservation in?”

“Nah, you can stay at my place. It’s huge. I have two extra bedrooms, so there is more than enough room.”

“Is Riley going?” Gina asks.

“No, she’s playing in a tournament in Hawaii.”

“Wow. Tough life,” Gina says.

“Actually, it is. She’s been traveling like crazy. And her caddy told her after this season ends, he wants out of his contract. So now she’s not only busy as shit with her schedule, she’s on the hunt for a new caddy, which really sucks.”

Gina scrunches up her mouth. “Ouch. That’s fucked.”

“Yeah, so she’s in a bad funk. But Riley is Riley. She’ll make it work. And knowing her, she’ll come out on top.”

“I hope so. So, we can both stay with you then?” Gina wants to know.

“Absolutely. Count on that. Since it’s an afternoon game, we can grab dinner and go out afterward. I don’t have a Sunday game. We’re off, so it’ll be a great night.”

Gina looks at Mark. “You in?”

“Don’t ask me twice.”

Mark gets up and heads to Gina’s bedroom to get dressed. When he emerges, he tells Gina he’ll be in touch so they can finalize their plan for the game. He and I shake hands, and he leaves.

“Jesus, Ryder, I thought we were gonna be taking him to the hospital.”

“Yeah, sorry I lost it like that.” I glance at my hand, knowing I’m going to hear it from Coach. “But let me ask you something. If you showed up at my place and a chick walked out of the bathroom half-naked, what would your reaction be?”

“Okay, I’d want to scratch her eyes out. I’m not sure if I would, but I’d want to.”

Pulling her onto my lap, I run my finger down her cheek. Her hair is a tangled mess and looks like we just had a sexathon. I love her like this. Rubbing my thumb over her lower lip, I say, “You have two passes on guys up here. Mark and Sam. Anybody else is a dead man.”

“What about Fletcher?”

“Fletcher, too. But that’s it.”

Her lower lip doesn’t stand a chance against my mouth. She offers zero resistance. Instead, she leans into me, and I inhale her sigh. Gina is softness wrapped up in a package of sass. She believes herself to be tough and unyielding, but that’s not what she is at all. Underneath that Plexiglas wall she’s created, she’s tenderhearted, kind, caring, and loving. I’m going to destroy that damn barrier and show her exactly who and what she is, even if it destroys me in the process.

She pulls her sexy-as-fuck mouth away from mine and says, “So, does that mean only Fletcher, Mark, and Sam are allowed up here?”

“That’s right.”

She scrambles off my lap and says, “Then I guess I’m going to have to ask you to leave, Cowboy. I don’t want to break any rules.” She wears that sexy smirk I love.

Standing, I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. “You know damn well what I meant. And just for that, I’m going to punish you.” I slide off her pants and give her ass a good slap. She squeals. “You weren’t supposed to like that, Gina. Guess I didn’t give you a good enough spanking. On your knees.”

She quickly obliges. My hand makes contact with her ass, and it becomes pink. I massage the smooth as silk skin, and feel the warmth beneath my palm. Then I give her another swat. She moans, and my dick hardens. This isn’t working for me. The sight of her ass and bare pussy before me is more than I can stand, so using both hands, I widen her stance on the bed. Then I drop to my knees and bury my face in her sweet cunt. Honey. That’s what they should call this. She tastes exactly like it. My tongue swipes her long and deep, and then it flicks her clit as my fingers sink into her. Hooking them, I hit the spot that sets her off. Gina is a moaner, but she doesn’t do it in an over exaggerated way. Her sounds are soft, sensual, and so arousing that I wouldn’t have to see her to get a hard-on. But add the visual and what a fucking bonus.

She comes in all her glory, and I roll on a condom as fast as I can because I want to feel those little muscles squeezing my dick. I know I can make her come again, but to sink into her, as she’s orgasming is the most phenomenal sensation my dick has ever experienced. Too bad he can’t speak for himself. My holding power is minimal. I try, but at least I wait until she’s had climax number two. And then I empty myself into her. Or the condom as it is.

When I’m milked dry, I pull out and get rid of the necessary evil. Then I flop back in bed and pull her on top of me. “Do you know how many times I jack off thinking about you? Do you know how often my dick is like a damn piece of wood because I’m thinking about you?”

She doesn’t answer. All she does is nuzzle my neck.

“Gina, do you ever masturbate when you think of me?”

Still not looking at me, she mumbles her throaty response into my neck, “Yeah.”

“Do you use your hand? Or one of your little toys?” I’m grinning, but she can’t see me.

“Both.”

“Do you do it a lot or only once in a while?”

“A lot.”

“How often, Gina. Every day?”

“Maybe.” Her tone is squeaky, which is surprising for the usually bold Gina. I pull her up to face me.

“Why so shy? I think it’s fucking hot that you get yourself off thinking of me. A lot. And I don’t care how you do it.”

“I don’t know. It’s personal, maybe?”

Brushing her hair away from her face, I say, “Yeah, like me telling you I jack off constantly when I think of you?”

“That’s totally hot.”

“See? Don’t ever shy away from me.”

The Gina I know comes back to life. “I’m not shy.” And with that, she punches me in the arm. Gratefully, not my right one.

“Ow. That hurt.”

She laughs. “It did not.”

“Kiss it and make it better.”

She puckers up her lips and kisses my arm. I’m a bit surprised she did it. “I have someplace else that needs a kiss because it’s a little sore, too.”

Her shoulders shake as she tries to hide her laughter. But without speaking, she wriggles down the bed, and before I know it, I’m the recipient of the best blow job ever. My fingers furrow into her hair as she takes me deep and sucks me off to the point of me coming. When I give her the little head tap, she never breaks stride. Or should I say suck. I’m blowing it into her throat and pumping into her like a piston. Fuck. Me. Senseless.

I know one thing. I think I’m in love.

GINA

Staring at the door like a lovesick puppy, I feel deliciously used. The man can fuck like a bull but last way longer than eight seconds. Is that why I was so attracted to him?

Later that day, I meet Riley at the spa. We’re sitting in the massaging chairs getting pedicures when Riley changes topics.

“Look, I’m just going to be straight up.”

Shit
. I say nothing for a second, trying to figure out why she’s pissed. “Riley—”

“My brother is into you. And I get it, even though you’re not his usual type.”

“Hold up—”

“I’m not saying you aren’t pretty enough, but he usually dates clueless groupies. Actually, I wouldn’t call it dating. The last girl who had a brain was way too into his status.”

“You should know—”

But the girl is on a roll. “He told me the other day he’s practicing like shit lately, and that the coaches have noticed. And I can’t have you ruining his chances of becoming the starting pitcher. That’s been his dream for as long as I can remember.”

“I think you have this all wrong.”

But she’s not hearing me.

“What I had wrong was you. Just tell my brother you’re not interested so he can move on.”

I like Riley, but I’m not going to put up with this. “You know what?”

“What?” she answers, finally giving me a chance to speak.

Meanwhile, everyone in hearing distance watches us with Ping-Pong glances.

“You’re like a Rottweiler with a bone. Your brother and I are a thing.”

“A thing?”

I let out a half-laugh.

“He calls himself my boyfriend.” Her shoulders relax, and for once she has nothing to say. So I fill the space between us. “Look, I get you want to protect him, but if anyone needs protecting it’s me. Further, you’re the one with the rules about not being in the middle of his and my thing. Trust me, he can handle himself. Otherwise, I couldn’t be with him.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m under a lot of pressure.”

“Wow,” I say.

“I’m not too proud to admit when I’m wrong. And frankly, I’m happy because I think you and I can be good friends.” Her voice changes. “Does this mean you’re not going to take me to a sex club?”

A bubble of laugher chokes me. “Absolutely we’re going to a sex club. I’ll be in Charlotte in a few days to go to Ryder’s next home game.”

“Damn, I have a tourney. We may have to find time to go when the season is over.”

We bump fists. I really like her.

“So, if we’re going to be friends, you have to tell me. Are you dating anyone?”

Her eyes sparkle. She leans over and whispers, “I wouldn’t call it formal or anything, but there is this guy on the circuit I’ve been messing around with off and on.”

Time flies when we’re having fun. And too soon, we are trading hugs. It’s when I’m alone I’m reminded what it’s been like not having Cassie around.

Not having heard from her, I head over to her office, hoping to catch her. But I find out she’s not there. I’m told she’s in town, but had to call out sick. That’s not like her at all. And no fucking phone call.