"Speaking of fucking. What happened with that cute little blond that carried your big hairy ass out of the bar last night?" The kid smiled and wagged his eyebrows. He was twice the player I was... in the bedroom, not on the field.
"She was too thin." I shrugged and pressed my forearms to my thighs as I took in the sights around me. I'd loved baseball since I was a kid, and my adoration only seemed to grow over the years. There was something right about it, like an old tradition you did with your family on the holidays and weekends.
"Too thin? She looked about average." He snorted.
"Then you pick her up tonight. I'm sure she's going to be on the prowl again. I like a girl with meat on her bones." I licked at the corner of my mouth and lifted my eyebrows. "It's a big fucking turn on to watch her body bounce and tense as I fuck her. You wouldn't know anything about that, limp dick."
"McAdams." Our head pitching coach, Rick Burns moved in front of me. His eyes narrowed as he stared at me down the long line of his pointed-ass nose. "You're late."
"Nope." I stood up and slipped my hands into my back pockets, trying hard to hold back my desire to pop him in the face. That wouldn't be good for the old career. "I was one minute early."
"Early is when you get here before you're supposed to." He took a step closer, leaving our noses almost touching. "Don't do it again. We don't need your ass out there if you're not going to respect the team rules. Got it, hotshot?"
I clenched my jaw, hating how the old man disrespected me above everyone else. It was like the fucker had it out for me no matter what the hell I did wrong or right. "Yes, Sir, Mr. Burns."
"Good." He stood there a moment longer, staring me down. No fucking way I was backing up. We'd been at each other's throats for six years since he started with the team. I didn't see that shit changing anytime soon.
"Fuck." One of the other guys growled beside us, taking our attention away from each other.
"What's up?" Rick turned, his voice softening immediately.
It was all I could do not to roll my fucking eyes. Jeremy got up from the bench and moved to the gate, reaching up and gripping it. "Holy shit. Looks like Styles is hurt."
I moved around everyone with Rick in tow. Our starting pitcher for the night was already walking off the field with his arm limp as a noodle. "What happened?"
One of the other guys beside me shook his head. "He threw that pitch and must have fucked something up. You know he went to a boxing contest earlier this week. I bet he dicked up his shoulder."
"Idiot!" Rick yelled and pointed to Jeremy. "You're up, kid. We'll put you in for a little while and pull you out if we need to."
I turned to Jeremy as everyone went back to doing their shit. "Awesome. Get out there and show these fuckers what you're made of." I gripped his shoulders and squeezed. "Damn, dude. What have you been drinking? Muscle milk? You feel thick."
"Back off." He pulled back, his voice a little more hostile than I was used to. "I've been putting serious hours in the gym. Fuck. I hate going in before the seventh."
"You got this. Just show the heat." I moved back to my seat and dropped down. Something was off with Jeremy, but maybe it was the pressure of going out too early. He was a relief pitcher, which usually meant he only had to wrap up a game and shut it down.
"Let's go, Denning. Quick warm up and then your ugly ass is on the mound." Rick pointed to Jeremy and walked to the other end of the pen.
I smiled and leaned back. Jeremy would be fine, and we'd win the game hands down. We always beat the team we were playing tonight. Fuck, everyone did.
2
Terra
Oakland, California
"Top of the ninth boys and girls. It's a close one. Let's see what Thompson can pull out of his hat." The announcer’s voice rang out over the stadium as I stood with my arms over my chest in the owner’s box. My heart was beating a little too fast, but what else was new?
Paul was standing to the side of third base and all eyes were on him. Where I wasn't in love with the guy, I sure as hell needed him to pull us out of the situation we were in. Everyone was hitting the fucking ball his way.
"Terra. It's going to be alright." The owner of the team, Barry Cantrell stepped up beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "He's a great player. He's going to do what we pay him to do."
Throwing fits and acting like a cock?
"I believe that to be true too, Barry. He's just been a little off lately. Hell, everyone has. I know Paul has to be bone tired thanks to this team lobbing them over to him all damn night." I turned my focus back on my boyfriend as Barry squeezed me once more and dropped his arm.
"He's got something to prove. You know how he is." He chuckled and walked off, leaving me with my thoughts.
There should have been rules against GMs dating players, but it wasn't an issue in the league. All of the GMs were men. All but me.
"Come on, Paul. Do something amazing." I leaned toward the glass and held my breath as the pitcher threw a fast ball and the batter smack it right to Paul. I held my breath as Paul lifted his glove and caught it. Out. "Yes!"
The room behind me exploded. There was no reason for the bottom of the ninth to happen. We'd won the game, if even by only a run. I turned and shook hands with all the old guys in the room, finding myself the only one below thirty and certainly the only woman.
"I told you he would do it." Barry pulled me into a tight hug and patted my back. "Now, go make him a happy man tonight."
I stifled the look I wanted to give the old geezer and nodded before walking out into the crowd. The stadium was packed with crazed fans, which was a regular occurrence since we traded our previous shortstop for Paul.
"Terra! Miss Harmon!" Someone from the media spotted me and all hell broke loose. Why weren't they on the edge of the field, waiting for the guys to come off? "Can you answer a few questions?"
"Not now." I smiled kindly and lifted my hand. "You're missing the showdown on the field."
"Terra, how do you feel about the recent news that you've been labeled the heir to your father's ownership of the team in Seattle? Conflict of interest, right? Will you leave California and take over for him later this year or maybe before the next season starts?"
"My father is going to outlive us all. I’m not leaving Oakland anytime soon. Now, if you'll excuse me." I smiled and walked down to the dugout, wanting to find Paul to congratulate him.
"Wait! One more," another reporter yelled behind me. "Is it true that you're seeing Paul Thompson? Isn't that against league rules?"
I ignored him and walked out onto the field. There was something almost majestic about standing on the crimson-colored dirt. It had everything to do with being raised by a man that lived and breathed baseball. After losing my mother when I was younger, my father stepped in and did the best he could.
"Terra." Jake, our catcher walked up to give me a hug. "We did it again. Your boy pulled us out of a tight spot."
"Speaking of tight spots." Paul turned and smiled down at me. "How about we get out of here and go back to your place?"
Virginity jokes. Always. Paul waited with baited breath for me to let my guard down and offer up the one thing I had left to give on my wedding night. Good thing he wasn't holding his breath.
Jake laughed loudly. "Oh, Fuck. That's funny. Alright. You kids have fun." He patted Paul on the back and walked off as the crowd grew thick around us.
"You did good out there tonight." I let my eyes run over his handsome, rugged face. His dark blue eyes were filled with the same thing they always were - lust.
"Good enough to score some time with you?" He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. The girls in the crowd let out a girly sigh.
"I'm headed back to my place. Come over and I'll fix you something to eat." I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling a tad bit insecure with a zillion women crowding in to get a moment with my boyfriend. Something told me that each and every one of them would put out.
"And then?" He
leaned closer, but I lifted a hand to stop him. I wasn't into public displays of affection. We'd been dating a few weeks at most, and he tried every chance he got to show me off. It was like being a trophy wife to someone that didn’t wear your ring yet. I hated it.
"Steak or chicken?" I asked as I clenched my jaw. The man had no modesty, talking about our intimacy in front of a crowd of people.
"I'll make you dinner! And then you can have me for dessert!" A girl yelled from behind me.
"I'm good, Terra. I think the guys are going to grab a beer. I'll see you later." He turned and moved into the crowd of women, the smile on his face telling me that he hoped like hell I knew how easily he could and would leave me.
I turned and walked off the field, my insides hurting a little. I wanted to be promiscuous, to let my guard down and enjoy the carnality of life, but it seemed wrong to do with some jackass that wanted in my panties for a night. All of them were that way.
All but Danny.
"Right," I mumbled to myself and pulled out my keys. "You offered yourself to Danny a million times, and he denied you." I laughed bitterly, thinking back on my high school days. I'd been so deep in love with my brother's best friend that I couldn't have imagined life without Daniel McAdams in it. He was a good boy back then. "Oh, how things have changed."
I got in the car and closed the door before letting out a long sigh. I needed to tell Paul to fuck off. I wasn't going to be in a committed relationship if he wasn't. The guys on the Oakland team didn't just go out for beer and laughs. They went out and got shit-faced drunk and ended up in bed with someone. All of them that weren't wearing a ring, and some that were. Paul would be no different.
It was a wonder that anyone on the team respected me anymore. I needed to fix things, clean up my image. Or maybe I didn't. Maybe I just needed to let go of the hope that my first time would be with Danny and give in to Paul. He was hot as sin, and the times I'd hit my knees for him left me wanting to know how good it would feel to let him deep inside my body.
I let out a soft groan of frustration as I started the car. I was going to lose my mind if I sunk any farther down the dark hole of depravity I was headed toward. Grabbing my phone, I called my best friend, Niki to get my mind off things.
"Hey," she answered on the second ring, her voice filled with sleep.
"Oh, shit." I glanced at the clock. Ten in Cali, but it was one in the morning in New York. "I shouldn't have called this late."
"Ter. You can call at any time. You know that." The sound of her stretching loudly filled up my ear.
I winced. "You sound like a Big Foot when you do that."
"Come capture me and turn me in for a prize. Hopefully, someone big and strong will prod and poke at me."
We shared a giggle. Where I wasn't willing to sleep with anyone, she was the polar opposite. It was important to "take him for a test drive" before going any further. Even as far as a second date. I yearned to be a little more like Niki, but it just wasn't going to happen. Something about wanting Danny to own that first time left me crippled.
"How is Benji? Is he sleeping?"
"Yeah. Here in the bed with me. He'll be eight next month. He's getting too old for this." Her voice softened when she talked about her little man.
"Let him stay there until you finally decide to date someone worth giving a key too." I reached up and turned on the heater, a little chilled. How it was still in the fifties in the month of May was beyond me. Not that my hometown of Seattle was much better.
"Speaking of finding someone who's worthy of my snuggles," she paused, "what's going on with you and that hot pitcher you're dating? You letting him spend the night yet?"
Sex. Men. Money. We always ended up at one of those three things, almost like little old men talked about the weather and little old women talked about little old me.
"No." I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair. "I don't think he's the right guy for me, Niki. He's an asshole, and you know he's getting laid every time he goes to the bar with the guys."
"You're assuming that."
"Am I? Have you seen him?"
"Yeah, and I'm going to keep my thoughts to myself. We're best friends. No need to drool over your guy." She laughed. "When am I going to see you again?"
"I don't know." I pulled onto the freeway, suddenly wishing I hadn't called her. The sound of her voice took me back to a million good memories growing up. We'd all been a bunch of wild-asses back then, but life was free - fun.
"Alright, well, I'm going back to sleep. You're boring as shit right now."
I laughed. "I'll talk to you later. Give Benji a kiss for me?"
"I'll do it now. Night, Ter."
"Night." I dropped the call and tossed the phone into the seat next to me. My thoughts moved back to where they always did. High school. I hated how quickly I raced back there every chance I got. Eight years had passed, and yet somewhere in my mind, the what if's raged hard and heavy.
My breasts ached and nipples were tight, sensitive buds by the time I pulled up to my house on the bay. I'd gone over the night Danny and I'd been in his car, making out like two horny teenagers. It was right after his graduation events.
All I wanted was to fuck him there in that car, to feel him press his thick cock into my sloppy wetness and own me. I wanted to be his that night, and I hadn't shaken the thought since. Too bad we weren't even talking anymore.
"Fuck," I whimpered as I reached up and pressed the button to have the garage door close behind me. I knew better than to start thinking about him, but now that I had... all bets were off.
I reclined my seat a little and slipped my hand into my black slacks. A moan left me as I arched my hips up and pressed my fingers down my slick folds into my body. Everything disappeared and all that was left was him, hovering over the top of me.
"You want me to fuck you good and hard, don't you, baby?" He whispered against my lips as he gripped his cock in his hand, teasing me with the thick head of it.
"Please?" I reached out and grabbed his strong shoulders, pulling him toward me. I prayed he would mark me somehow as his own. I wanted his scent all over me, all over my bed. I wanted something to remember him by when he left again.
"You've always wanted it to be me, Terra." He leaned down and consumed me with a kiss that stole my breath.
"I need you so bad, Danny." I lifted my hips, trying to take control of our passion.
"Then you'll have me." He pressed his hips forward, forcing the thick head of his dick into my tight entrance and lighting me on fire.
I cried out in the silence of the car and bucked against my hand as lust raged through me. I'd never be turned on for Paul or anyone else. Every time I closed my eyes, it was him. Always him.
And it always had been.
3
Daniel
Seattle, Washington
I woke the next morning, feeling refreshed. I was glad I hadn't gone out to the bars, but instead picked up Lyndsay from my mom and dad. We'd had a good snuggle and the little turkey fell asleep in the bed next to me. Good damn thing the maid came during the day and washed the sheets. We'd have been camping out on the couch otherwise.
Turning carefully as the sunlight filtered through my bedroom window, I propped up on my elbow and reached out to brush a wayward blond hair behind her ear. My heart ached deep in my chest that she'd grow up without her momma. My sister's little girl was now mine, and she’d be raised as my own as best I could. Being a single father for the last few years had forced me to grow the fuck up in certain areas, at least all areas other than women. It's not like I could imagine a woman coming into my life and helping me raise Lyndsay.
"That tickles!" Her little voice surprised me. Big blue eyes looked up at me with an innocence in them that I knew I'd do anything to protect.
"What tickles?" I lifted an eyebrow and reached over to tickle the side of her neck. "This?" Her giggles filled up the air as I reached for her.
"No, Daddy! No!" She swatted at me a
nd rolled off the bed, hitting the floor.
"Hey. You okay?" I moved quickly, ready to scoop her up.
She smiled up at me from the floor. "Yes!" Bounding up, she tickled my neck and ran off toward the living room, her blond curls flying behind her.
"You tricker!" I yelled playfully from the bedroom and got up. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. It was hard to believe Jannie had been gone for five years. Seemed like yesterday she was giving me shit about finding a good woman in my life. Too bad she never found a good man.
"What are you thinking about?" Lyndsay tilted her head to the side as she sat up at the breakfast bar, her little chin propped up in her hands. "You look worried."
"Nope. Just trying to wake up. I went to sleep with a princess next to me and woke up to a frog." I pinched the tip of her nose softly. "What happened?"
"A frog! Not me, Daddy." She pulled back, shaking her head.
"No. You're right. You're much too pretty for that." I walked to the fridge. "What does my girl want for breakfast this morning?"
"Pancakes, and eggs and maybe some bacon. Oh! And some sausage. And that ham we like so much, daddy. The really salty one."
I laughed and glanced over at her. "Cinnamon rolls it is."
She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'm going to watch cartoons. Are we going to Mimi's again today?"
"Yeah, baby. You know it's baseball season right now. I have to be there when they tell me to."
"I hate baseball season." She walked toward the living room with her shoulders rolled in. I needed to find a damn day off to spend with her. The cute little thing had no clue that I was her uncle instead of her father. She didn't need to know. That was the decision mom, dad and I made the day we buried my sister. It was better this way, and I was old enough and wealthy enough to take Lyndsay.
"Not that I could do it without you," I mumbled to the empty air around me. My mom and dad had been more than helpful, and between the three of us, Lyndsay was growing up to be a bright, happy, healthy little girl.
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