Home Run: A Texas Heat Romance

by Camilla Stevens

  Jordan picked her box up from the floor and rolled her suitcase in. April had a perfectly good bed to do the do in. Why in the world would she be in the living room of all places?

  Says the woman who got to third base in a truck outside her parents’ house.

  At least someone was getting their rocks off here in Austin. It made her think of Carter Fox and how they had yet to go that far. Frustrating to say the least.

  “If you just give me a chance to drop my stuff off I can leave you to it.

  “Thanks, and sorry about that,” April laughed. “Welcome back, I guess!”

  “Yeah.”

  Jordan unloaded the last of her luggage and boxes in her bedroom. They were both sitting awkwardly in the living room, waiting, by the time she was done.

  Matt at least had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed by the whole incident. April just seemed to think it was hilarious. Between Jordan and her roommate, April had always been the more libertine of the two of them. Frankly, it was a wonder that she and Matt had been together as long as they had.

  “Sorry about that. It’s just that…well, you’re kinda always here, Jordan” April explained. “At least at night. And weekends. And pretty much any time you’re not at school. I thought I’d take advantage of the few days I had the place to myself.”

  “Well, I’m done here, so have at it!” Jordan said with a grand gesture.

  “Oh, hey!” April said brightly. “I heard about that thing with Carter Fox! Did he really offer to do a threesome with you? Next time hit a girl up!”

  Jordan looked at her in surprise. She cast a quick glance to Matt who just gave a small laugh.

  “Oh, we’re totally cool. Besides, Matt would absolutely let me hit it with Carter Fox.”

  Well, that explained a lot. If it hadn’t been for a mutual need to split the rent, she wondered how in the world April and she would have ever ended up together. As it had turned out, other than mismatched social lives, they meshed pretty well as roommates.

  “So…?” April looked at her expectantly. Matt seemed to be a little too interested as well.

  “Really?” Jordan asked, giving her roommate a get real stare. “No, of course I didn’t have a threesome with Carter Fox, or anything else for that matter!”

  For some reason, she had no desire for her roommate—for anyone—to know about her and Carter. That first bit of public fanfare was something she didn’t need a repeat of. Better that her roommate thought she was some boring, anti-social prude.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gone a while so you two love birds can get back to having fun.”

  Jordan sat in the car honestly wondering what to do. It was August, still too damn hot for this. She could go to Starbucks, or the public library maybe. How much time did April and Matt really need? She looked at the clock. Almost 3:30.

  The Sluggers weren’t even playing tonight, so there was no point in going to a bar to watch Carter from afar.

  Her phone buzzed and she was pleased to see it was Carter.

  “What are you up to?” he asked as soon as she answered.

  “Melting in my car,” she answered with a laugh.

  “How would you like to melt in my arms instead?”

  14

  Hey there Slugger, care to give a gal a ride?”

  Carter looked at Jordan smiling into the passenger side window of his truck as he idled in the parking lot of her apartment building. He had actually driven the 180 or so miles up from Houston to see her. What in the world did that indicate?

  He had spent the entire drive up letting the answer to that bounce around the back of his mind. Now, seeing her standing there, smiling up at him, he didn’t even have to ask himself why.

  He whistled. “If I knew they grew ‘em like you here at UT Austin, I would have seriously reconsidered my academic choices. And wearing my favorite outfit to boot!”

  Jordan looked down at the royal blue tank top she was wearing, then laughed as though she just realized she was wearing it.

  “Well, isn’t this kismet? But speaking of academic choices, it’s a bit scandalous for me to be standin’ here leaning into the truck, conversatin’ with a former Aggie right smack in the middle of Longhorn territory,” she drawled, matching his vibe.

  “Well, I guess you better hop on in and protect that virtue of yours.”

  Jordan giggled and hopped in. Then she turned to him with a skeptical smile. “So you drove all the way up here just to see lil’ ole me? That certainly puts a lot of pressure on a gal.”

  “Well, maybe a certain gal could make it up to a certain guy by letting him take her out.” He leaned in. “Besides, those dimples are worth the gas money alone.”

  Jordan laughed, bringing out those dimples in all their glory.

  Carter leaned in even closer.

  Jordan leaned back, giving him a playful smile.

  He just came in closer. “You gonna make me work this hard, even after I drove all day to see you?”

  She rolled her eyes up to the side with a mischievous smile. “Well, I suppose I could—”

  Carter brought his hand around and placed it on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss before she could finish. After a tiny squeak of surprise, she melted into it.

  It was good; nice and warm like a comforting meal after a long day of work. When she brought her arms around his neck, it caused a slow, but intense burn in him.

  He pulled away and looked at her. “Mmm, yeah, definitely worth it.”

  “I’m glad you came,” she said, her fingers making trails at the base of his neck, which was turning that burn inside him into a bonfire. “So what’s the plan?”

  “Well, this is your town. I guess I have to let you pick the place again.”

  “Oh no,” she laughed. “I learned my lesson last time. No restaurants.”

  “We could grab a drink at a bar?”

  “Do you have any idea what lushes law students are? We’d be outted for sure. Ixnay on that, especially anything on 6th Street.”

  Carter had no idea what the reference to the street had to do with anything, but he did know she was gradually eliminating any obvious choice for a typical date. “Movie?”

  “Hmm,” she said looking up thoughtfully. “I suppose once we got past the ogling crowd and settled in it would be nice and quiet and cool. But we couldn’t really talk.”

  Carter just laughed. “Well, since you’re so quick to shoot down all my ideas, what did you have in mind, missy.”

  She gave him an exasperated look. “Are you really gonna make me suggest it?”

  He was completely clueless at first. Then he kicked himself in the head. This woman really was making him lose it. “I don’t know, the last time I suggested something like that, you read me the damn riot act.”

  That got a laugh out of her, then she tilted her head to the side and gave him an endearing smile that turned her dimples into perfect abysses. Carter felt himself sinking right into them, all while another part of him was rising rapidly.

  “Fair enough,” she said. “Okay then Mr. Fox, why don’t we get ourselves a hotel room?”

  “I thought you’d never ask, Ms. Douglas.”

  She had picked a place called the Driskill simply because she had heard how great it was, but had never stayed there. Whatever she wanted, he was more than happy to oblige. It was a nice hotel, in an old-fashioned sort of way. The lobby was sparsely populated, which made checking in hassle-free, even though neither of them had anything in the way of luggage. No need to draw a map for that one, but the staff was professional about it. It helped that he wasn’t exactly in Slugger Fever territory.

  Jordan was looking out the window onto the balcony overlooking the street below them. Carter came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “So, you have any other suggestions as to what we should do?”

  She turned around in his arms to face him. Her face crinkled and she scrunched her nose. “Well, I just got done
moving in and you just got done driving for three hours. I think it’s obvious.”

  Carter laughed. “Message received…happily, I might add.”

  She gave him a sly smirk as she pushed him back inside, pulling his shirt out of his jeans as he went. He followed her lead, tugging that royal blue tank top over her head.

  By the time they made it to the bathroom they were naked. In their eagerness to get undressed they had barely taken time to notice the novelty of seeing each other fully unclothed for the first time.

  Carter certainly enjoyed what he was looking at. Jordan had small, ripe breasts that rose from her chest like the perfect halves of a small orange. Her waist flared out into hips that were perfect for holding onto as you braced yourself against her. Carter could already feel his hands itching to do just that. Her legs were the same gorgeous stretch of curves that had drawn him to her in the first place.

  Based on the way she was subtly eyeing him, she was just as impressed.

  He grinned as he reached in to turn on the shower. Then he looked at the top of her head. “You worried about your hair?”

  Her nervous smile disappeared and transitioned to open shock. “How the heck do you know anything about black hair?”

  “Jordan, like I said, I haven’t actually dated in a long time. But, first of all, a third of my team is black. Second of all, I’ve, well, been with enough black women to know, you don’t mess with their hair.”

  “Ew,” she said, wrinkling her nose, but she laughed all the same. “Well thank you for looking out for my hair, Carter,” she said with a pert hand on her hips. “But I’ll be fine…I have my ways of fixing it after. So are we gonna do this or not?”

  By now the steam from the shower was warming them in the air conditioned room. She didn’t have to ask him twice. He let her in first and followed, enjoying the back of her just as much as the front.

  As he watched the water cascade over her head and make rivers down her body, he felt that warmth inside of him again. If every shower could be like this, he would probably never leave.

  He grabbed the soap and began lathering his hands. She did the same when he was done. From there it was a long, leisurely process as they explored each other’s bodies with soapy hands, which was really the best way to go about it.

  His hands eventually found their way between her legs once again.

  “Carter,” she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as his index finger found the right button.

  Meanwhile, her small hand was wrapped around his dick, making it impossibly harder than it already was. If he didn’t stop her soon, he’d finish right there on the shower floor instead of in bed as he originally intended.

  He pulled in closer to her, still massaging her clit. Reaching behind her, he shut off the water.

  “Let’s go to bed.”

  15

  My God, he’s huge!

  Jordan followed Carter’s broad back out of the shower. Her hair was a mess, but she ran a few fingers through it, hoping it wouldn’t get too tangled before she could re-wet it and braid it as usual.

  Those thoughts disappeared as she realized what was about to happen. Sex with Carter, finally! As they dried themselves off, she took surreptitious glances at his tattooed chest, arms, and abs. Her breathing got heavier and she quickly focused on drying herself off.

  “You are allowed to look, you know,” he teased, having caught her.

  She just laughed, feeling silly. “I don’t want to make you feel like a piece of meat is all,” she teased right back.

  He came over and picked her up. She laughed in surprise but wrapped her legs around him as he carried her back into the bedroom. It helped relax her, this playfulness.

  He tossed her on the bed. She giggled as she bounced on the mattress. “Carter!”

  “Prepare to have your mind blown,” he said, standing above her with his fists on his hips in a Superman pose.

  It was so silly she laughed. Then she caught sight of his fully erect penis and a sobering rush of heat pulsated through her. It was so thick, and long, and veiny that she could feel both her mouth and her insides salivating to take it in. Jordan crawled over and reached out to take it in her hands.

  “Uh-uh,” he said backing away. “There’s no way I’m letting those hands get anywhere near this thing again. I’m liable to finish before we’ve even started!”

  She twisted her lips. “Don’t you believe in foreplay?”

  “Hon, I’ve been rarin’ to go since I first got in my car,” he assured her. “Now let’s see about getting you going.”

  “Maybe it gets me off to stroke you,” she retorted.

  He leaned down on the bed on his hands crawling toward her. “Well, that is some very good information to have,” he grinned. “But the point remains.”

  He crawled further and further toward her until he was practically on top of her. She fell back with a laugh and he crawled over her until he was straddling her on all fours over her prone body. She looked up into his intense eyes and saw the same hunger that was filling her.

  “Very nice,” he purred, looking down the length of her body beneath him.

  “I like it when you say that,” she smiled, remembering the first time she’d ever seen him mouth those exact words up on the big screen at the Sluggers’ game.

  “I’ll say it every damn minute if it gets you underneath me lookin’ like this,” he said, grinning.

  “Very nice,” he said again, smirking down at her. “But we forgot one small thing.”

  He jumped off the bed, surprising her. He grabbed his jeans and dug inside, pulling out a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth. Just as he was about to roll it down his cock she reached up and grabbed his hand.

  “Let me,” she insisted. “I want to feel you in my hands.”

  He smiled and handed her the condom, resuming the position above her on all fours again. Jordan watched his face as she stroked the dark, pink head with the round piece of latex. She smiled as his forehead creased and he groaned with pleasure.

  “Good God, woman,” he growled. “Are you trying to make me come before we even get started?”

  She gave him a break and placed the condom on the tip, then slowly ,but firmly slid it down his length, making him groan even deeper. When it was finally in place, he gave her a hungry look and shifted his legs, so that one knee forced itself between her legs, the other following suit. The size of them forced her legs far apart, and she was spread open wide to him. The feeling as the open air hit her wetness caused her to bite her lip with a moan, as her clit tingled from the chilly caress.

  He pushed himself off of her and back onto his heels as he appraised her, lying wide open for him. One hand went between her sex and she felt a thick finger slide between her wet lips stimulating her all over again.

  “It looks like you don’t need much foreplay either,” he teased.

  “Oh God, Carter,” she cried, finally resorting to begging. “Please, just fuck me already.”

  He winked at her. “You don’t have to ask twice, Jordan,” he said.

  He grabbed her thighs and pulled her up toward him so that they straddled his hips. Then he leaned forward again positioning himself above her, as his hand went down to guide his cock into her eager wetness.

  She felt the large head press against her much smaller hole. She bit her lip awaiting the feel as it popped through to penetrate her. When it came she grunted with the impact and moaned as it pressed against every single part of her inside.

  She relished the feel of it. Jordan had never felt so completely and totally full as she did with him inside of her. It was like every other sexual experience she had encountered had only been training for the real thing. Carter Fox was the real thing.

  Her legs clamped around his waist and she reached up to grab his ass, forcing him deeper and deeper into her, even though she knew it was impossible for him to go any further. All she was sure of was that she wanted him completely and totally inside
of her. Filling her. Penetrating her. Stretching her. She didn’t care if she was ruined for all other men. All she wanted was Carter Fox.

  “Yes, yes,” she urged even though he was thrusting with the power and force of a turbojet.

  “Jesus, Jordan, you feel so damn good,” he groaned as he fell down to his elbows on top of her.

  The feeling of his hard, chiseled chest, just barely touching hers as he rocked his hips into her made her moan. Her hands slid up from his ass and her fingers curled into the flesh of his upper back, her fingernails digging crescents as she felt the coming waves of pleasure fill her body.

  As the ocean of ecstasy began to swell, she arched her back in anticipation, squeezing her thighs harder around his sides. Her fingers dug firmly into the secure stronghold of his broad back as she held on tightly, letting the first wave crash deep inside of her. The walls of her sex spasmed around his cock as the swell of ripples ran through her body.

  “Oh, God Carter, yes, yes, yes!” she cried out as the tide ebbed and flowed inside of her.

  The already sensitive parts of her were reignited as he continued on, coming to the edge himself. Her limp body recovered and she pressed herself around him once again, cheerleading him on.

  “That’s right,” she urged. “Use my body. I wanna feel you come for me.”

  It was all the encouragement he needed. One moment later she felt him stiffen, arching his back as though electricity was running through his veins. With an ear-piercing groan, she felt his girth convulsing against the walls of her pussy. She embraced it, watching his pleasure unfold with adoration. Finally, he fell on top of her in exhaustion.

  They lay there like that, sticky with a sheen of sweat covering their bodies. Eventually, Carter rolled off of her, still breathing heavily.

  “Well, that was definitely worth the drive up,” he teased, chuckling.

  Jordan laughed, slapping him on the chest as she rolled onto her side to cuddle up against him.