“I don’t know. I still have you. Our lives just took a little detour, but we found our way back, just like before.” He gently pushes me back by my shoulders and holds me firmly. “And one day that will be you showing off your ring, I promise Presley, I have every intention on asking you to marry me when the time is right.”
“I know.”
I settle against him again as his hands slowly trail up and down my spine, his cheek resting on my head as we watch the setting sun.
“So Coach is really gonna take over baseball huh?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t ever want to look at you as a job again.” I look up at him and he places the sweetest kiss on my nose.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
“But I still have a couple of months with you under contract so don’t think I’m gonna let you slack any.”
I pull away from him and start to head back to the house. Turning after a few steps to face him while continuing a backwards walk, “You might want to wear a little more clothing to practice for a while…I have a feeling you’re gonna need it.” Laughing I spin back around as Robert calls out to me, the sound of leaves crunching under his quickened footsteps.
“Presley!”
Chapter Twenty-eight
Welcome to Arizona, the Grand Canyon State
We’re back where we first began on our own. This time we’re a little bit older and a lot wiser. I look over at Robert who has driven almost the entire way, only stopping for gas and snacks. I slept while he drove and vice versa.
“Just a couple more hours and we’ll be there,” I say as I shift in the leather seat, running my hand up his neck and through his hair, giving him a little massage. “Do you want me to drive?”
His blue eyes smile back at me. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed us. “I’ve got it.”
I lift the center console and scoot closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder, as he grips tightly to the underside of my thighs. As each minute passes we creep closer and closer to Surprise and the stadium.
“Exit here and take a left.” Robert looks at me slightly confused but does what I ask. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” I kiss his cheek and call out the directions to our new place.
With each turn the homes increase in size. “Pres, these are really nice.”
I smile inward. He deserves this, even if he doesn’t think he does. “Now take a right, number fifty-six.”
Robert slows the truck to just above a crawl as he turns down the long magnolia lined driveway.
“Welcome home.”
He stares up at the Spanish style two story home built out of red clay, accented with native cacti, mission styled doors, and terracotta shingles. Floor to ceiling windows stretch across the second story just behind the iron balcony railing. “Home?” he says curiously raising his brow to me.
I shrug. “I called in a favor. It’s ours for the next two months. Come on. It’s time for you to start living like a professional ballplayer.”
Leaving our luggage in the truck, we make our way inside to tour the house. Bleached railroad ties run horizontal across the living and dining room ceilings and into the kitchen. The floors are all honey colored wood with white furniture throughout. A live tree is found in every room along with jute rugs and wood burning fireplaces.
The kitchen is pristine white, with beautiful marble counter tops, white cabinets and a white farmhouse sink. The pictures online did not do this place justice. But the thing that sold me was the master bedroom. Grey walls, and white bedding with gold accents just like the one I created for us. It was calming and tranquil and it was what we both needed.
“So, what do you think?”
His mouth drops open and he closes it a couple of times, searching for the right words. “Presley, I, how?”
“Because I’m Donovan Fucking West.” I laugh, “and that name means something.”
He scowls at me and I can sense his irritation at the name and what it’s been able to get us. I soften my tone and make my way into his arms, “But tonight, I want to be your Presley,” my lips meet his, “your princess,” I kiss his neck, “just yours.”
He cups my neck, bringing my eager lips to taste him. “I think I can make that happen, my angel.” He says in a low seductive whisper.
As I’m held lighter than a feather, I feel a new sense of vulnerability. Tonight I’m not hiding behind a name or the persona that comes with it and he has nothing left to hide from me. No longer is he a boy running scared, but a man going after what he wants, what he needs.
With a single finger, he lifts the thin spaghetti strap of my dress off of my shoulder, torturously sliding it down my arm. My skin awakening under his touch. He does the same to the other strap, allowing my dress to land in a pool at my feet. With a quick flick of his thumb and forefinger my strapless bra disappears. I stand there in front of him completely exposed, he takes a step back, like a sculpture admiring his masterpiece. His eyes roam across my mostly naked frame. Feeling shy under his intense gaze, I begin to fidget, looking for a way to cover myself.
“Don’t Presley. Please let me savor you.” His words give me confidence and I hold steady. “You are absolutely exquisite.”
He moves towards me again and I can feel my desire flourishing as he kneels in front of me. His breath heavy on my sex as I close my eyes in anticipation, the feel of my panties sliding down my legs. He holds my waist offering balance as I step out of them. His fingers brush along my slit followed by a single mind-numbing lap of his tongue that has my fingers digging into his shoulders for support. “You’re so fucking wet baby girl. I’ve missed the way you taste.”
My body turns cold as he pulls his breath from me, standing up and taking my hand, leading me into the bathroom and filling the tub. His travel clothes are shucked off before he sits down in the water, reaching his hand out to help me in.
“Come here.” I step in between his legs, easing myself down, his firm hips against me. My head rest on his shoulder, neck exposed to his delicate kiss.
He lathers my body with a calm smelling soap, every muscle in me begins to relax under the weight of his hands. He works slowly from my nape, down the curvature of my neck, and across my breast. Taking each one in his hands, he works them until I release a desperate moan.
“Lean forward.” I do as I’m told. His hands move to my shoulders, gently kneading away the strains and stresses of the long drive, turning me drunk under his touch.
“Turn around.” I turn my body to face him. His legs move together as mine straddle his. His shaft rising up to meet me as I slowly slide down him and begin to leisurely rotate against him. He stops me.
“Not yet.” He places my hands behind his head, my fingers running through his hair as his hands unhurriedly slide down my spine until his fingers dig into the fullness of my ass and he thrust deeper into me. My feral, dominant, hungry man.
“I need you.” My hips rotate against his, as he pushes and pulls my body in the way he needs. He nips hard against my throat and lips, hard bite, soft lick. Pain and pleasure mixed in the most intoxicating cocktail. The anticipation from earlier already has me riding a wave of euphoria as water splashes around us.
“Oh God!”
“That’s it baby girl. I fucking need you Presley. Come for me baby.” The pace quickens, fire pulses through me as I’m forced down harder on his cock. Harder. Fast. Building pressure. Blinding light. My body convulses as I open myself to him completely. “That’s it. Come for me beautiful.” Wave after crashing wave wreaks havoc on my body as mind blowing tremors course through me leaving me breathless and panting. Sweat glistens against our skin, as he eases me down from my orgasm. My arms tightly wrapped around him, afraid that I’ll break should I move as I continue to pant from exhaustion. His hands slide to the underside of my thighs, as he attempts to move us out of the bath, almost losing complete balance, nearly dropping me as he reaches for something to steady h
im.
A fit of laughter reverberates of the tile walls. “Let’s get you out of here before you break a hip old man.”
“Old man?” He smirks, “Oh princess, you’re gonna pay for that.”
I grin at his threat, and he gently slaps my ass before lifting me back on him. My legs wrapped around his waist, his erect cock bouncing against my skin with every step.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I pull his devil grin from him moments before he slaps it harder, “Ow,” I smile. “Again.” He does as he’s told.
“Does someone want it rough tonight?”
“Yes please.”
“Beg for it then.”
“Please, Robert.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck the shit out my pussy.”
He drops me on the bed, quickly flipping me over so my ass is in the air waiting to take him. He enters me hard and rough. “Arch your back for me sweetheart.” I do as I’m told. Every pounding thrust is like a beating I gladly take. The friction of his cock and the pressure of his thumb on my clit only seem to intensify as I inch closer to my second release. “Not yet baby.”
“But I –”
“I said no.”
I bite down hard on my bottom lip in a feeble attempt to hold back the powerful currents threatening to push me over the edge. “Yes sir.”
“Good girl.” He grabs both my shoulders bringing me hard against him. Penetrating deeper as his cock swells in me. Throbbing after a few minutes, his rhythm becomes erratic. I’m so close to losing everything. “Does my princess want to come?”
I nod my head yes in between desperate moans.
“Use your words, Presley.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes please.”
He slaps my ass hard and it sends me over the edge. Hot jets surge from him as he climaxes with me, filling more than I can hold, his seed running down my thigh as he pulls from me once my aftershocks subside. Both of us collapsing, completely spent and drunkenly happy.
“So…pizza and Netflix tonight?” he chuckles.
I look over at him and his boyish grin. My heart practically throbs with love for him. “Absolutely.”
He moves from the bed and makes his way back to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel and begins to clean me.
“Robert,” I say softly.
“Hmm.”
“Is there anything you want from the apartment?”
He stops and looks at me. “What?”
“I need to get it cleaned out soon. The league has a new recruit coming in. You have this house now and they need it. Is there anything you want from it?”
“Oh. Umm, would it be bad if I said no?”
“What about your clothes?”
“Do we have to have this conversation tonight? This is what I didn’t want. I just had amazingly hot sex with my girlfriend, and now you’re talking about work. You promised me Presley tonight.”
“I’m sorry, but you knew things would overlap Robert and this needs to get done.”
“Nine to two.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m on the field from nine to two. We can talk about it then. Not now. Not tonight. I’m going to go get a pizza.”
Quiet and stunned, he quickly throws on a pair of sweats with a T-shirt and sandals and heads out the door without another word. Leaving me naked and alone, emotions of that night come surging back like a tidal wave. This time it’s my fault. I was on the edge of having it all, and now I was alone.
* * *
Hours have passed since I walked out our front door. It wasn’t her fault. I was still a job, nothing I could do or say would change that, no matter how bad I wanted the situation to be different. By the time I get back, Presley is sound asleep in what was our bed. I lean against the door frame admiring my angle, I know this is just as hard on her trying to figure out how to be a couple, but then also making sure she fulfills her commitment to the Rangers.
With any other player it would be easy to distinguish between work and play, but with us; I don’t want her to leave. I don’t want to push her away. I want her in my bed, in my house, sharing everything together.
I pull back the covers and slide in next to her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers as she rolls over to face me. Her arms wrapping securely around me, pulling me firmly next to her body.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have left.” Her chin angles up to find my lips. A sense of relief washes over her as I return her kiss.
She snuggles against me and returns once again to her dreamland.
I close my eyes and make a promise to myself to try harder, understand better, and be more tolerant of crossed lines.
When I wake up it’s four thirty. There isn’t a reason to look at the clock to check. I haven’t slept past that time since the morning after Gram passed, it’s as if she is my own personal alarm clock. No matter how hard I try to stay asleep and stay in bed, it’s as if my body is pulled from the warm and fluffy confines by a magical force.
Presley is still blissfully asleep next to me. I envy her, but then I also feel for her. Gramps once made the comment that when she would come to town he never saw her sleep more than a couple of hours at a time and I believed him. Those first few days she was the last one to bed and the first one awake. I wondered if I was partly to blame for it.
I get up and go for a run. The stadium is now miles away verses the few blocks from before. I have no desire to be there longer than I have to be and I’m thankful for Presley finding a place that wouldn’t allow me to run and hide from my problems. Filling my empty time with meaningless workouts is a thing of the past. I get home, shower, and put a pot of coffee on the stove.
Presley mentioned the best coffee she ever had, came from Gram’s old percolator coffee pot. I asked Gramps how to make it before we left. He gave me the coffee pot as well, said he could always get a new one, but he knew what it meant to Pres. I pour her a cup and make my way into the bedroom, wafting that aromas in her direction.
Her body twists and turns, arms stretched above her head, eyes squinted, brows furrowed, hair in a tangled mess as she sits up and leans against the headboard.
“Mmm. Coffee.” She takes her first sip and kisses me good morning. “I love you.”
I settle in next to her with my own cup. “So what’s on the schedule for today?”
She sips again and shakes her head, “No work until we’re on the field.”
“What time do you want to go?”
“That depends on you. How big of an audience do you want?” She winks and lets out an evil laugh.
“P? Why do I feel like you’re not gonna play fair?”
“Oh honey. You of all people should know I don’t play fair. You taught me that. Now come on, let’s go test out that arm and work on your focus.”
Chapter Twenty-nine
We get to the stadium about an hour later. Today is a day off for the team so there shouldn’t be many people there: a couple players, maintenance workers, a visitor or two, and the coaching staff.
I make my way over to the field while Presley messes with something on her laptop. It seems like a lifetime ago since I was here. I was a different player, a different man then. Presley’s hand slips into mine, giving it a little squeeze. I look over to her and she gives me a reassuring smile. I can’t help but wonder if she’s like this with all her players. I know she hasn’t slept with them, but is she this reassuring, this hands on, this affectionate?
“It’s gonna be okay. I’m right here.”
We take the field together, hand in hand. I look towards the mound and Martinez stands proud on top of it, hands hooked on his waist, ready to meet us.
“It’s good to have you back, West. I’ve heard great things. You think you’re ready for this?”
“It’s good to be back Coach. Yes sir.”
“So Presley, or is it still Donovan? What do you think? When will he be ready?”
/> “Donovan when we’re on the field please. He is still a client and I do have a name to maintain. I’m hoping a month or so and he should be ready to go.” He gives a small understanding nod.
“Alright then. Let’s see what he’s got.” Coach moves off the field leaving Presley confidently standing in front of me.
“Donovan? Really?” I look at her, shifting my weight in irritation. “I hate calling you that.”
She sweetly smiles, but that doesn’t fool me. “You, Mr. West, can call me whatever you like…when no one is around. But for now, you can call me D if that’s better.”
“I’d like to give you some D that’s for sure.” I say playfully. She swats at me and I step back from her just in time. We both laugh a little and I savor this mischievousness with her. It’s as if we have our own little secret. I may be a client, but I know I’m more than that to her.
“Get your mind out of the gutter and get warmed up.” She throws my glove at me and puts one on herself. We stretch, throwing the ball back and forth for a couple of minutes, and I find myself actually having fun with her. It’s the same relaxed feeling I had when I was working with Kevin. I’m focused on her, and my mind is clear. Everything about this feels natural instead of the forced feeling I dealt with for so long.
“You ready?” I give a quick nod. “Remember, you’re not on the high school field anymore, you’re further back. I don’t expect numbers in the hundreds and neither does the league. They’re just looking for ninety-four or higher.”
“Okay. I’m ready.”
She turns and heads to the pitcher’s box.
“Pres?” I call out and she turns around. “You’re not catching for me.”
“Yes I am.” She rolls her eyes and blows out an exasperated sigh.
“Presley, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine,” she says while smiling. She casually walks back to me, kisses my cheek, and brings her mouth close to my ear, “I like it when you’re protective over me.” She whispers seductively, “Now throw the fucking ball and don’t tell me how to do my job.” She drops a ball in my glove and runs down to the catcher’s box. “Coach, will you call speed?”
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