Double Play (Bases Book 3)

by Hazel Grace

“That’s great, asshole. And what about Natalie? I thought you just had a fight? That doesn’t give you a free pass to fuck whomever you want.”

  He rolls his eyes. “She’s a little more hands on with Jace instead of me. I like having all the attention.”

  “You’re a grown man, she has a child who needs it.”

  “I have needs too,” he grumbles. “I mean, shit, sometimes I go a week without a blowjob.”

  I cannot believe I ever thought Gavin was charming. That he was something special or that I even thought of going to college with him. It would’ve been the worst decision of my entire life.

  “And you think slamming me against your chest is going to get me to drop my panties?” I cock my head to the side. “Really, Gavin? I thought you had more swagger than that?”

  He blinks, and like a freight train, my comment must hit him because he releases his arms wrapped around my waist.

  But not until I hear the front door slam open.

  Present day

  I put myself on a restriction from Sawyer. I need to breathe, settle myself and my dick down so I can reevaluate my shit.

  It wasn’t and hasn’t been the first time I’ve double guessed Sawyer’s actions since returning back home. Especially after Ben warned me that he had a similar run-in with Gavin in high school and his then girlfriend. Seems as though Gavin has dipped into both of our lives with girls we had some sort of feelings toward. That Gavin played more of a role in the downfall of Sawyer and I.

  And while Ben got over it, I was the one who couldn’t deal with the shit.

  But Sawyer’s naivety was what helped sew and lace the pieces together.

  She wouldn’t leave Gavin alone, wouldn’t stop talking to him, and I remember her saying she didn’t hate him either.

  That was the most shocking of it all.

  I loathe him, I always will. Many things changed and shifted between us, even through thick and thin, Gavin and I had always stuck it out. But when it came down to Sawyer, she was our undoing. The ugliest sides of us came out and went against each other.

  Brother turning against brother, best friend hating best friend, and strike after strike led us here.

  I grip my steering wheel with my left hand and hold my cell with my shaky right, listening to Sawyer state that she wants nothing to do with him. She’s told him to leave at least twice now, out of my fucking house, and then he makes a comment about fucking her again.

  I’m going to bury the motherfucker alive.

  The high school is about five minutes away and a lot can happen in the allotted time that I’ve been given. His hands could be on her breasts, I just heard some shuffling and Sawyer’s voice, but it was muffled. If he has her up against something, he’s going to be eating his own cock by the time I’m done with him, hand fed by Sawyer herself.

  Swerving down the residential street, I careen into the driveway. I can hear my blood pounding in my ears, my hands are numb from the perpetual epinephrine throbbing through my veins as I jog across the grass.

  Visions of his hands on her.

  His mouth close to her skin.

  Him in my fucking house where there are beds, furniture, and Sawyer—yeah, no.

  My fingers twist the knob, the door crashes against the wall while I’m already marching through the foyer, searching for my redhead.

  I would’ve thought my feet would submerge into the floor the moment I saw that Gavin’s proximity was only inches away from Sawyer’s body. That my heart would plunge into my stomach because I’ve seen this scene play out before, plenty of times.

  But instead, my arm cocks back, slamming my fist into his face.

  Gavin falters back, but my hands clutch his shirt, yanking him toward me and the front door. Stumbled fingertips try to dig into my flesh but since Gavin doesn’t have nails like a fucking chick, his efforts are fucked from the get-go.

  “Get the fuck off me, man,” Gavin bellows, striking my forearm and clawing some more at my skin. “You’re not her fucking keeper and she’s not—” I turn on my heel and ram another four knuckles into the bridge of his nose. That shuts down the words from coming out of his mouth but not the sharp gasp and groan that follows.

  Opening the glass door, I step aside, slinging him through the threshold and onto the front steps. I want to tell him not to get any blood on my property but my words cease to exist. I’m so unhinged that I’m mute for once in my life.

  I slam the maroon-colored door behind him and inhale a deep breath before turning to face Sawyer. The crazed madman that resides inside me just happened to debut his presence, and I don’t regret it.

  If I could buy the town and make a ban for Gavin never to step foot in it again, I would. But this was my new beginning, a house that was now tainted with him breathing the air in it, with the woman that I never want him around again.

  Slowly, I turn, expecting the worst kind of look on Sawyer’s face. A frown, a scowl, brows knitted together because I just made a damn scene and had my hundredth fight with the same dude over the same issue—her.

  In lieu of my theories, it’s the exact opposite. Sawyer looks relieved, her hands still clutching her phone and purse. The printed white dress she’s wearing is askew as she gapes at me, in what I could only describe as disbelief. But I’ve read her wrong before, it could be disgust or plain traumatized.

  She tucks her cell into her brown bag and drops the whole thing to the hardwood floor in a thump. Her legs move straight for me, and I wait for it, the hard slap to crash along my cheek. The sting that will follow and my teeth to grit together so that I don’t lose my shit.

  Instead, Sawyer is running toward me.

  Fuck, this is new. She’s going to ram me.

  She leaps toward me, and so she doesn’t hurt herself, my arms wrap around her upper thighs. Her arms enfold around my neck, followed by an afflict of a different sort—her lips.

  Crashing them into mine, she pushes my top lip into my teeth from the ferocity of it. Her fingers lace into my hair and she tugs, angling my face to hers above me. I silently gasp as her mouth envelops my bottom lip, sucking and meshing it to hers. My fingertips dig into the muscles of her thighs, holding her full weight and relishing her in my grasp.

  Who is this woman that just attacked me in the sexiest way ever?

  I pull away from her, examining the human in my arms.

  Freckles that I’ve connected and memorized are there, her soft skin is under the tips of my fingers, and her moss green eyes are staring down at me.

  Slowly, she unravels herself from my arms to my utter dismay, but I let her go. It was a moment, one she got lost in or was just grateful that I got him to leave.

  The palm of her hand finds my chest, and she softly pushes me backwards. Mesmerized by her just being in front of me after not seeing her for days, I’m in a daze. My mind is muddled, my lungs are slowly inhaling and exhaling air in caution that they aren’t functioning normal. Nothing behaves normal when Sawyer is around me. Everything malfunctions and goes haywire.

  My back hits the wall in the foyer as I continue to look down at her. She never breaks eye contact, studying my face, deciding on what the hell she’s doing, I’m not sure. What I do know is that if I ever see Gavin by her again, he won’t live this time around.

  “Colson,” Sawyer murmurs, looking at my lips.

  “Mhm?” She lifts herself onto her tiptoes and brushes her lips with mine. When I think it’s just a tender kiss, it turns into more when she opens her mouth to take me deeper. My fingers find her waist the moment her tongue finds mine.

  I groan into her mouth, my cock hardening in my boxers and this is...everything. My animosity for her melts everytime I touch her. Her presence thaws any sort of retaliation or vendetta I have of making her life a living hell. Those magical powers she possesses dispose of anything but the way she can still make me feel.

  How I wish we still were.

  My jeans suddenly loosen around my waist, and my eyes open. I hadn’t realized
she was working the button to them, I was so preoccupied with her lips and tongue.

  Sawyer breaks from me, descending down my legs and taking my jeans with her. I freeze in anticipation and need at what she’s about to do.

  And I’m not going to say a thing.

  This is Sawyer’s world, and apparently, I just live in it.

  My hands try to grip something on the wall when her fingertips graze my torso and latch onto the waistband of my boxers.

  I can’t do this.

  I can’t take anymore of Sawyer’s torture. I feel like I’m going to combust at any moment. That I’m going to dissipate into a million pieces because all of this, it isn’t real.

  It can’t be.

  All we’ve done since I’ve been here is fight, glare, kiss, and want to fuck each other, but I can’t take the slow and steady agony that Sawyer is about to inflict on me.

  “Bases,” I growl through a shuttered breath. “What are you doing?” My boxers slide off my hips, and my cock springs free, right into her mouth.

  Holy mother fucking shit.

  Her lips encase my dick, sucking and licking the bottom of my shaft with her warm tongue. My knees threaten to give out, my breathing isn’t working properly, and I’m frozen in place as lust spreads throughout my whole body.

  When she deep throats me, my eyes roll into the back of my head. My skull hits the drywall behind me, and my hand immediately laces through her hair.

  “God,” I lament. “That feels so fucking good.” She hums along my shaft, pleased with herself. “Baby, you don’t have—” Her sucking hardens and so does her lips pumping my cock.

  She’s doing this to kill me. And what a way to fucking die.

  She’s sealed both of our fates today. How in the hell could I ever ignore her now? Let her still date Dr. Pussy-Whipped and—wait, did she break up with him?

  I remember she said Abercromie was going home but good ‘ole doctor Grey’s Anatomy, he lives around here.

  Hell fucking no, that shit is going to get shut the fuck down.

  Sawyer’s mouth sucks the tip of my dick, and I glimpse down at her. Green eyes are already on me, hypnotizing me to come in her mouth.

  She continues to take me in, keeping her greens on my face, watching me trying to keep a calm facade when, in reality, I want to pump into her mouth and finish.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I ask her. “My dick in your mouth.” She nods, using one of her hands to jerk the remaining part of me in her hands.

  I tug on her red locks and release my cock from her hold. Her breathing comes out heavy as she remains haunched in front of me. Like a queen worshiping my cock with her beautiful mouth and eyes that take complete hold of me.

  “Why, baby? Why all of a sudden?”

  “You know why,” she voices. “So don’t you be the one to deny it.”

  “Oh, trust me, I’ll never deny how my body reacts to you.” My dick tremors as she continues to pump it.

  “Then let me,” she premises. My fingers slowly release their hold, and she wastes no time in taking my dick back into her mouth.

  Up and down.

  Tongue lavishing every inch of my cock in a perfect rhythm.

  I don’t last long, embarrassingly so, because I come hard in her mouth, and she swallows every drop of my cum down her throat.

  Geezus, fuck.

  Sawyer turned the tables and became my executioner.

  I lean over and grip her arms, pulling her up to stand. She wobbles, the blood in her legs rushing back so I keep my hold on her. Twirling her into my position, I press her back into the wall.

  My lips readily find hers, seizing her bottom one and letting my finger graze her upper thighs under her dress. I waste no time moving her panties to the side, feeling how wet she is for me. How much she wants me.

  There are no lies between us when we’re not speaking. Nothing can prepare either of us for the shit storm that blows between us, the earthquake that shakes us when we’re together. She is all of those things and to her, well, I think she knows I’m not the calm before her storm but the hard rain and loud thunder that rocks her world.

  Sawyer gasps into my mouth the moment my middle finger enters her pussy. I could come again just hearing her. That, this time, I’m the one causing those sounds, the same ones I used to exalt over a decade ago.

  Our kiss becomes frantic, vulnerable, all abandon is lost on the both of us, and I want her to rupture so hard on my tongue that all of her memories from the last ten years we were away from each other are obliterated.

  I break our kiss, now haunching in front of her on my knees so that I can taste her. I position one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her more for me as I rip her pink lace panties against her skin. My tongue readily licks up her slit, feeling her shutter over me, a loud moan piercing through the air.

  Gavin wanted to fuck her in my new home, well, motherfucker, I’m going to make my girl come against the wall so that it bleeds and sweats her until the day I die.

  “Oh my God,” Sawyer moans, her fingers latching onto my hair. She doesn’t pull, she just rubs my head, urging me on to work her into an epic orgasm. Ones we’ve both been lacking for years.

  “You taste better than I remember,” I remark before kissing her clit. My tongue enters her pussy, in and out, licking her juices and savouring her perfect essence on my taste buds. “I fucking love you like this.”

  “You’re so good at this,” she conveys. “Fuck...so good.”

  “I want you to come so fucking hard on my tongue, baby,” I urge. She pants, arching her body off the wall to smother me into giving her what she wants. “Rub your clit on my tongue.”

  She does, pleasuring herself while I kiss and stroke her pussy with my lips and tongue. Her writhing above me is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. It tops her solo performance on the desk at Freemont and everything we did as kids.

  “Colson,” she breathes.

  “Mhm.”

  “Tell me...how much you care.” I pry myself from her, glancing up to see her staring down at me. Her emerald eyes glisten with lust, want, and...hope.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Me,” she pants. “I need to know this isn’t a game anymore.” My jaw relaxes, but my hold on her thighs tighten.

  She’s asking a lot.

  I’m not used to opening myself up anymore. Too much has happened, too many memories are buried but beg to be released. I’ve bordered all my emotions into a glass jar but was never able to crack and break it. It meant losing everything I ever had with Sawyer. And sometimes, I realized it was better to have some than none at all when it came down to her.

  But releasing my feelings for Sawyer feels like standing in front of a judge and pleading that I’m guilty or being placed before a firing squad, it’s nerve wracking and completely fucking insane. Although, I understand why she needs to know it, I’m not ready to jump yet.

  “I care about you,” I convene slowly. “And this is not a game.”

  She nods, her chest heaving to catch her breath. “Okay.”

  “Now—” I yank on her panties. “—you’re going to come, with my name on your lips. Can you do that for me?”

  Another nod.

  I grin, leaning forward toward her pussy until she speaks again.

  “Colson.” I pull back to look at her once again. “I never wanted Gavin back. I only wanted you. Always you.”

  The way she’s looking at me, I can’t explain it. There’s truth and conviction in all the words she’s just voiced, and I can’t break my trance on her.

  So instead, I circle her clit with my thumb, watching her mouth open in a silent lapse of air. I keep studying her, the laugh lines above her mouth from laughter that I wasn’t there for. The heavy inhales and exhales of a woman who grew up and had orgasms without me.

  “I’m going to come,” Sawyer gasps, her body curves into my touch, craving her release.

  “You’re so beautiful like this,” I marve
l.

  “Fuck…” Her body starts to shatter, and as I shove my tongue inside her pussy one more time to lick up every drop, a scream rips from her throat with my name at the end.

  The only name that will ever be on her lips again.

  Ten years ago

  I take a deep inhale from my cigarette, watching Ben through the chain-linked fence as he misses a fastball in the batting cages. A sharp “fuck” leaves his mouth, and I smirk, as he readjusts his position over the painted homeplate on the cement.

  “Why is he getting so upset?” Lauren, his girlfriend, asks me, fiddling with her fingers. She’s a petite blonde with black-rimmed glasses, ivory-colored skin, and dimples. I can see why Ben likes her, she does have the cute librarian thing going on.

  “Big game coming up,” I tell her. “And Coach has been on his ass about him at the plate.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see her peer over at me.

  “But he got a homerun last Friday,” she rebukes.

  I shake my head. “He got a double play. A home run is when it goes over the fence.”

  “Oh.” More fidgeting while she sits next to me on the wooden bench. I reach over for the bat I brought to hit with and hand it over to her.

  “Go give this to him, the bats here suck.” She takes it and stands, walking over to the fenced cage. I hear her softly call his name and see the furrowed look he gives her over his shoulder, which softens when it lands on her.

  “Use it for the next round,” I call out to Ben. “Your bat is for five-year-olds, it’s too short.” He gives me a wave and returns his focus back on his girlfriend, almost getting slammed in the back with the next pitch out of the machine. “Ben, the machine is still on!”

  He backs away from the plate, obviously too enamoured by his girlfriend to pay the hell attention. I roll my eyes but smile.

  Lauren is good for him, she’s sweet and smart, has a good head on her shoulders. She doesn’t hound him to hang out, which is one of Ben’s complaints because he’s still a little self-conscious that he likes her more than she likes him. She’s shy, I keep reminding him of that, but he runs back into his own head and psychs himself out again. Not that I need to approve of her, because I do, but it’s good to see Ben happy.