Catching Ava (Spring Training Book 3)

by Becca Jameson

She wiggled her sexy body between his legs as a shudder raced through her, visibly shaking her. With her lips pursed, she tore her gaze away from him and tipped her head back to stare at the ceiling.

  Yeah. She was aroused. She might not want to admit it yet, but she was horny as hell. Her nipples puckered further, reaching toward him.

  He eased down her body, still aware of his confined cock pressing urgently against the opening of his jeans. But first, he wanted to show Ava what it meant to submit to him. He dragged his fingertips down her arms from her wrists to her armpits and then continued lower to circle her nipples and tease her hollowed belly.

  Her lips parted. No sound came out, but pure bliss covered her features, and he hadn’t touched her yet. Not anywhere that mattered.

  Her knees lifted as she drew her feet closer to his back.

  He inched backward, forcing her legs to flatten as he straddled her thighs.

  She stiffened her muscles, gripping her legs together.

  He knew it would do nothing to alleviate the pressure, but he also didn’t want her to come by doing so, so he lifted one knee and nudged her legs apart to insinuate it between hers again. Wanting her wider, he situated his other knee between her legs also. When he set his palms on her thighs and held them, she moaned.

  No. She didn’t like bondage at all. She fucking loved it.

  Inside, he was grinning. Outside, he was staring intently at the most gorgeous creature alive. She was sexy every day of the week, anytime, anyplace, in any clothing. But this… Trussed to the bed, stretched out before him? God.

  He watched her chest rise and fall with every breath. Taking his time, he danced the tips of his fingers over her nipples.

  “Oh, God… Xavier…”

  Yes, her voice couldn’t sound sweeter, huskier, sexier.

  “Please,” she begged.

  He had expected her to react strongly to bondage. No. He’d known definitively she would. But the speed at which she went from zero to one hundred was mesmerizing.

  She lifted her hips off the bed and begged again. “Touch me, Xavier. I’m burning up.” Her chin dipped, and she met his gaze. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Her breathing was shallow and erratic.

  He held her gaze as he continued to tease her nipples with light touches, stroking her breasts occasionally and then returning to torment the sensitive buds.

  Tiny noises came from her mouth. Ones she probably never heard.

  Suddenly, he pinched both nipples hard.

  She moaned loudly, tossing her head back again.

  “Eyes on me, hon.” He released her stiff tips and waited.

  She heaved for breath, finally lowering her gaze. Her lips were dry, and she didn’t even try to lick them. “Xavier…”

  Fuck. How did she control his cock by saying his name like that?

  He gripped the sweet buds again and twisted them gently.

  The sound she made this time was deeper. She blinked several times, probably not seeing him clearly.

  He bombarded her with sensation, pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples enough to give her an occasional jolt of pain that morphed into pleasure. It hadn’t been his original intention to get her off this way, but it appeared she might come from nothing more than breast play.

  When she closed her eyes slowly, he let go again.

  “Ava… Eyes on me. I want to watch you come undone. If you look away, I’ll stop.”

  She groaned, blinking them back open. “I can’t.”

  He saw the edge of fear in her eyes. She was shocked by her response and scared of the way her body reacted to having her hands bound. “You can.” He leaned over her, using one hand to hold himself aloft while the other continued to tease her breasts.

  With his face inches from hers, he spoke again. “You can, hon. You will. And it will be explosive.”

  She shook her head swiftly but only about an inch to either side. “Too much…”

  “Too much what? Too much pleasure?”

  “Yeah…” She swallowed. “I’m not in control of my body.” She groaned again, louder, when he dipped his hand down to the V of her legs and stroked the insides of her thighs.

  “That’s the idea. Let it go. Just feel. You’re going to come so hard you won’t know who you are.”

  Her lips trembled.

  He watched her closely. There was a fine line between her pleasure and her fear. He wouldn’t push her too far. But damn how he wanted her to let go of her inhibitions and come so hard for him. “How wet are you, Ava?”

  She didn’t respond.

  “I bet you’re so wet I could slide my cock into you without drawing out your arousal first. I bet you can feel the quiver in your pussy, deep inside. I bet your clit is throbbing, begging me to touch it.”

  “Please…”

  He grazed his fingers back up her body to her chest, never touching her where she craved, between her legs. When he pinched her nipple again, she bit her lip. “Oh… God…”

  “That’s it, hon. So damn sexy.”

  She struggled against the cuffs, tugging her arms.

  “Stay still, Ava. Stop fighting it. Relax. Concentrate on the feeling inside you. Concentrate on the need. The desire. The burn.”

  “Oh,” she screamed out. “Oh.” Louder that time. Then her body bucked beneath him, her hips lifting off the bed, stiff and tight while she moaned through the orgasm he knew wracked her body.

  He pinched her nipple hard and then switched to the other one to treat it the same way. Her eyes were totally glassed over, but she kept them on his.

  When she finally closed her mouth and lowered her ass to the bed, she was gasping for oxygen. Her skin had a sheen of sweat covering it. She shivered lightly.

  Xavier lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, licking the seam of her mouth to coax her to open for him. He grinned as he stroked her tongue with his when she didn’t reciprocate the gesture. Because she couldn’t.

  “Fuck me, Xavier.” The demand in her voice shocked him. Her eyes were narrowed slits of desire. “Please. Enough teasing. I need you inside me.”

  He’d had more than enough torture himself. As he rose above her to reach for a condom, he glanced at her wrists.

  “Release me, babe. Please. I want to touch you.”

  “Mmm.” He lowered his rigid body over hers as he rolled on the rubber. “Later. After. If you touch me now, I’ll come too fast.”

  Another shiver shook her body.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She did as he requested, lifting her pussy toward his cock.

  He lined himself up with her entrance and thrust forward without hesitation. He nearly came the second he was fully seated. In fact, he had to pinch his eyes shut and grit his teeth to keep from exploding.

  For several seconds he stilled, willing his cock to stand down for at least a few strokes. She felt so damn good wrapped around him. So tight. It amazed him every time he slid inside, shocking him when his dick remembered how tight she was. “Ava,” he whispered into her ear.

  He slowly eased out and then thrust back in, making her moan. He tucked his hands under her shoulder blades and held on to her with his fingers wrapped around her shoulders.

  Again he removed himself from her warmth only to be sucked back into her. It seemed as though her body pulled him in rather than him having any control over it.

  Losing the slight grip he had on his control, he tucked his face into her neck and stopped fighting the battle. Next time he would do slow. “Come for me, hon,” he muttered against her neck. “Come, Ava.”

  She screamed his name as her pussy gripped him. “Xavier.”

  That did it. He followed right behind her, his cock jerking hard and deep inside her warmth.

  When he was finally spent, he rested as much weight on her as he dared, holding his torso up with his elbows but keeping his face buried in her hair while he tried to catch his breath.

  Her chest rose and fell against his.

  As he star
ted to shake from the effort, he rose onto his knees. His cock would rather stay buried inside her. He could happily remain there for days on end. Instead, he let it slide out and wrapped the condom in a tissue.

  Reality seeped in. He reached for her wrist and yanked the Velcro free. Doing the same for the other one right after. As he lowered her arms, he rubbed the muscles, knowing they would be sore from the exertion.

  A glance at the clock told him it was after eight. He needed to get moving. Unwilling to leave her alone, he crawled off the bed and then lifted her into his arms to carry her to the bathroom.

  She set her head on his chest and sighed.

  It wasn’t until he had the water running and the two of them standing under the warm stream that he lifted her chin with one finger and met her gaze. “You okay?”

  She smiled sheepishly, a blush pinkening her cheeks. “It was kinda hot. You were right.”

  “Kinda?” He lifted a brow.

  “Okay. I liked it.”

  “You loved it. And if there’s any doubt, go next door and ask the neighbors,” he teased.

  She groaned. “I’m not that loud.”

  He chuckled, hauling her slick body against his. “Louder.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ava sat at the breakfast table, sipping a hot cup of tea while she watched Xavier scurry around the kitchen, cooking a breakfast she knew would be big enough to feed a family of four.

  He would eat the majority of it too.

  He’d insisted on cooking for her and banished her to the table with her Earl Grey.

  Watching him work was not a hard task. Every single muscle on his body was fucking sexy. As his arms and chest flexed with his movements, she fought renewed need. She’d had three orgasms already in the last two hours. It was absurd that her body still craved his as if they hadn’t had sex for a week.

  Every time she thought about the cuffs holding her arms captive, she shuddered again. Just the idea made her wet. Now that she’d actually experienced it, a deep knot of desire took up residency in her belly.

  Without turning away from the burner, Xavier spoke. “Stop squirming, Ava. You’re driving me crazy. I don’t have time for another round.” He turned around and winked, grinning.

  She gasped. How the hell could he possibly know she was squirming? Nevertheless, she stilled her tapping foot and squeezed her knees together.

  He dished up eggs and sausage and toast and brought it to the table. As he took his seat, he glanced at her chest. His expression grew serious, making her wonder what he was thinking.

  She didn’t have to wait.

  “As much as I love all these tank tops you wear, could you put something over them while you’re at the game?”

  She glanced down, fighting the urge to laugh. “You jealous?”

  “Yep.” He took a bite, chewed, and swallowed it quickly. “Not afraid to admit it. It’s hard to concentrate on my job when I know you’re sitting in the stands with those short shorts you wear and those amazing tits that leave nothing to the imagination.”

  She couldn’t stop the smile. “Mmm. I’ll think about it.”

  He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Okay, but if I get hit in the face with a line drive, you’re gonna feel bad.”

  “You should really pay attention to the ball while you’re at work, babe.” She took a bite of scrambled eggs and then covered her smirk.

  He set his fork down, reached across the table, and wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck to haul her closer. When his lips met hers, he gave her a brief, hard kiss. “At least you came here last night with a bag.”

  She flushed. “Actually, it was still in the back seat from last time I was here.” After their shower, she’d sent him to her car to grab her overnight bag.

  He chuckled. “How long can you stay? There can’t have been many changes of clothing in that tiny duffle.”

  She shrugged. “These tank tops don’t take up much space. I probably have enough of them to torment you for a few days,” she joked.

  He moaned. “We’ll go shopping after the game.”

  She giggled. “I do have to work, however. I can’t hang around playing all the time. I’m trying to start a career.”

  “You can use my computer.” He pointed his fork toward the hallway that led off the living room. “I’ll write the password down for you. Can you access whatever you need?”

  “Yep. That’ll work. I should’ve brought my laptop, but I wasn’t thinking things through.” She took another sip of her tea and sat back. “Listen, I don’t want you to get the idea I’m going to move in with you and go to ballgames all the time.”

  “Why not?” He grinned enough for her to know he was sort of kidding.

  “Because I need to get a job. It’s important to me. I’ve been looking for the right thing for months. I graduated last summer, for heaven’s sake.” Her shoulders slumped.

  He frowned. “I know you edit. Freelance, right? You can do that from anywhere, right?”

  She inhaled slowly and blew out the breath at the same rate. “When I can get a job, yes. I usually end up with medical journals and pamphlets. The most boring stuff on earth that puts me to sleep. And the pay is shit.” She set her fork down and leaned back.

  “Doesn’t sound like you’re very interested in your career choice.”

  “I’m not. I hate it. Editing isn’t as glamorous as it would sound. It sucks. It’s not at all what I pictured when I graduated.”

  “So, you aren’t happy with what you got your degree in? Literature, right?”

  She shook her head. “No, it’s not that.” Emotions slammed into her. In a way, she hadn’t really admitted fully to herself what her problems were. “I love my degree. It’s just that my passion isn’t in editing or working for a magazine or even a publisher. I thought I was going to edit in order to pay the bills, but the jobs are hard to find, and like I said, they don’t pay well.”

  “Why would you do something you don’t like? I’m confused.”

  She met his gaze. Would he think she was crazy? “Because what I really want to do is write a book.” She let out a long breath. Why was that so hard to say out loud?

  “So, write a book. What’s the problem?”

  “Can’t pay the bills writing a book. It’s a catch twenty-two. I’ve been living off a trust left by my parents, and it’s running out. It paid for my education and my living expenses since I turned eighteen. And I was frugal. I made it last as long as possible. But I have to get a better paying job now. I’m struggling to make even a few dollars editing, but I need to admit that isn’t going to happen.”

  Her shoulders slumped as she admitted her dream was slipping through her fingers. If she got a job that kept her busy forty hours or more a week, she wouldn’t have time to write. And besides, it would be a minimum-wage position that had nothing to do with her degree.

  “I see. Can you do both? Work part time and write the rest of the day?” He pushed his empty plate away and held his coffee mug in his hands.

  She shook her head. “Not if I want to make enough money to live off of. I would have to become a hermit. I mean, the entire reason I brought this up is because I have to stop playing around in Jupiter and get back to Miami and find a job. My days are numbered. If I worked full-time and wrote a book, you’d never see me.” She forced a fake smile.

  “Okay, forget that plan. I hate it.” He grinned back. And then he reached for her hand, wrapping one of his over hers. “We’ll figure something out. I want to spend more time with you. Not less.” He leaned forward and kissed her gently.

  A knock at the door made her lift her gaze. “Surely your dad wouldn’t come back again this soon.”

  “Not unless he wants me to wrestle him to the ground and leave him with a bloody nose,” Xavier responded as he pushed away from the table. He looked like he was heading to the guillotine as he stomped toward the front door.

  After a quick look in the peephole, he pulled the door open. “
Mom.”

  Ava dropped her fork and stood. His mother? Wow. She wasn’t sure she was prepared to meet her like this today. Clearly, she’d spent the night with the woman’s son, and she hadn’t even met her yet.

  Lucita hugged her son tightly and then peered around him. Her face lit up with a smile, and she brushed Xavier to the side to stride across the room. “You must be Ava.” In seconds, she was in front of her, leaning in to kiss the air next to Ava’s cheek. She set a hand on Ava’s shoulder and hugged her briefly before stepping back. “Lucita Fisher,” she said as she held out a hand.

  Ava took her hand, feeling the immediate warmth and a good vibe from this woman she knew nothing about. She was poised. Taller than Ava. Maybe five-six. And skinny. She wore expensive white dress pants and a navy blouse with shoes to match. Her nails were perfectly groomed, as was her stylish dark hair and makeup.

  Ava immediately decided Lucita was warm and inviting. She loved the twinkle in her eye.

  Lucita turned slightly to wink at her son as Xavier returned to the table and set his hands on the back of his chair. “Raúl and Margo didn’t even come close to describing how pretty she was.”

  Ava’s face flushed at the compliment. At least his aunt and uncle had passed on positive comments.

  “Sit. Sit.” She stepped around Ava and took a seat next to her. “I’m interrupting your breakfast.”

  “We were just finishing, Mom. Can I get you a plate? There’s plenty.”

  She waved him off. “No. I’m fine. Ate hours ago. But I would have a cup of tea.” She pointed at the mug in front of Ava. “Since when do you keep tea in the house?”

  Ava stifled a grin. So… Xavier had purchased the tea specifically for her.

  Xavier rolled his eyes and headed back toward the cabinet to pull down another mug and the box of tea.

  “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Lucita said, redirecting her attention toward Ava. “Too bad my son hasn’t had the time to call me and fill me in.” She winked, not the least bit shocked or put out by Xavier’s lack of information.

  Ava smiled, trying not to fidget, and grateful she hadn’t been caught naked in this kitchen, perhaps sprawled out on the top of this very table. Because honestly, Ava had been thinking lewd thoughts along that line for the last twenty minutes.