“I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask her yet.” I directed my attention to the embarrassed woman at my side. “It’s going to be a lot of fun and I’d love it if you’d come.”
She didn’t look convinced, but I decided to let it go. I’ll talk to her about it when we’re alone.
“So how about this guy today,” Dan said, saving me from the silence that had been turning awkward. “Damn, you crushed that ball. Your bat loaded or what?”
“He threw a pitch in my sweet spot and I went with it.”
“And those plays you were making,” Dan went on. “Don’t give it all away here. Make sure you save some of that stuff for the season.”
“Don’t worry,” I said around a chuckle. “There’s enough to last.”
“How’s your arm?” Hannah asked.
She wrinkled her nose when I twisted my hand and looked at the brush burn and open wounds on my forearm.
“It’s okay.”
“It doesn’t look okay,” she said. “Does it hurt?”
“Right now it just burns. The fun stuff comes in a few days when it starts to heal and gets all scabby.
That led to a conversation about the worst injuries Dan and I had seen through our careers. Hannah had a few to add that were pretty impressive. I honestly can’t remember having this much fun spending time with a woman. Well, a woman I’m involved with.
I glanced at the time. “I’m gonna grab the potatoes and check on the steaks. You need another drink?”
Hannah shook her head. “I’m not finished with this one.”
“I’ll have a water,” Dan said, then added. “I’m Facetiming with Sabrina and Lexi later. Don’t want to be shitfaced for that.”
I pulled the potatoes out of the microwave, quickly wrapped them in foil, and set them back on the plate. After pouring a glass of water, I walked through the living room and handed the glass to Dan.
“I’ll be right back.”
Opening the grill, I flipped the steaks, then lined the potatoes in a row on the top rack to finish cooking.
“They’ll be done in about ten minutes,” I said, then realized I never asked Hannah how she likes her steak. “I always cook them medium rare. Does that work for you or do you want them cooked more?”
“Medium rare is perfect.”
I walked to the kitchen, took the salad out of the refrigerator, and grabbed a couple bottles of dressing, butter, and sour cream. After placing them on the table, I went back into the kitchen and took a platter out of the cupboard large enough to hold the steaks and potatoes.
Hannah laughed at something Dan said and the sound gave me a warm feeling right in the center of my chest. I rubbed at the unfamiliar sensation...no idea if I want to hold it there or make it go away. My relationships have always been controlled and uncomplicated. Some people might say superficial. Even though this thing with Hannah just started, I know it can’t be described with any of those words.
Chapter 19
Hannah
I looked around the table at Jack and Dan’s empty plates then down at my own nearly full one. “How did you eat all that?” They both looked at me like they didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. And I suppose they don’t.
Jack frowned. “You barely touched your steak. Was it cooked okay?”
“It was perfect.”
“Then why didn’t you eat it?”
“Seriously Jack? I ate a lot,” I said. “This steak could feed a family of four. There’s no way I could eat the whole thing.”
“We did.”
“Yeah, but you’re athletes. You burn a zillion calories a day.”
Dan chuckled at that and said, “Speaking of calories. I cleaned my plate. Time for a cupcake.”
He stood and grabbed the plate and placed it in the middle of the table. Opening the plastic wrap, he stole a cupcake, peeled back the liner, and ate half in one bite.
“Mmmm,” he said around a mouthful. “These are so good.”
Jack took one and agreed. “This is seriously the best cupcake I’ve ever had.” He looked at me. “Aren’t you having one?”
I shook my head. “I’m stuffed. Maybe later.”
They’d each just finished a second when Dan’s phone beeped.
“Time to call my girls,” he said, then licked his fingers.
He stood and put his knife, fork, napkin, and crumbled cupcake liners on his plate then brought it to the kitchen.
“Just leave it,” Jack yelled to him. “I’ll clean up.”
Dan stood at the sink and the water turned on then off. He walked back around the counter and said, “Great steaks, man. You are the master.” Then he looked to me. “It was fun, Hannah.”
I agreed, it had been fun. Through the years, I’ve spent a lot of time with these guys, but not like this. It’s always been at the stadium or a team event. This is different. The last few weeks, I feel like I’ve gotten to know the real Jack and tonight’s given me some insight into the real Dan.
Dan left, leaving Jack and me alone.
“You cooked, so I’ll clean up,” I said.
He shook his head and picked up both of our plates. “I got it.”
“Jack, you know how I hate sitting around doing nothing.”
I felt his sexy chuckle in every erogenous zone in my body.
“Do you want me to wrap this steak so you can eat it tomorrow?” he asked.
“That’d be great.”
I picked up the cupcake plate and secured the plastic wrap then walked over and placed it on the counter. Leaning against the stool, I watched Jack bend down and retrieve a container from the bottom cabinet. I’ll admit I ogled his ass and enjoyed every second of it.
He glanced back and caught me looking. With the wicked glint in his eyes, I’d expected a sexy comment, but the words that came out of his mouth shocked me.
“Do you want some salad, too?”
It took me a second to process the question.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
He stood with two containers in his hand and placed them on the counter. He cut the remainder of my steak off the bone and placed it in one and secured the lid. Then he picked up the tongs and filled the other with salad. How does he make even domestic chores look sexy?
“Dinner was amazing, Jack. Thank you for inviting me.”
This man has cooked for me two nights in a row. If whatever this is continues past spring training, I’m going to have to reciprocate.
“It was my pleasure,” he said as he put the containers in the refrigerator. “And thank you again for bringing the cupcakes.”
He glanced down at the items in question and the corner of his mouth kicked up. Reaching out, he carefully pulled up the plastic wrap and removed one from the plate before closing them back up. His gaze met mine again and I forgot what I was about to say. How does he make me wet with just a look?
I closed my eyes and swallowed. When I opened them again, Jack stood directly in front of me.
“No closing your eyes,” he said, his soft gravely tone putting my nipples on full alert. His soft groan told me he’d noticed. “Lick.”
I opened my mouth and did as he said, the flavor of the icing bursting on my tongue. Jack moved in and licked my upper lip then the corner of my mouth.
“Mmm, it tastes even better off you.”
Before I could respond, he kissed me as though he was starving for the taste of my lips. I shifted and spread my legs so he could move closer. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me forward until even air couldn’t fit between our bodies, his erection pressing against me. At first I fought the urge to rub against him, but when he brushed his chest against my painfully right nipples, I couldn’t hold back. I rocked forward, shifting to the left until he hit just the right spot. A groan vibrated between us, but I couldn’t say if it came from him or me.
Next thing I knew, I was floating through the air, my legs wrapped around Jack’s waist, his hand cupping my ass. If I wouldn’t have had to end the kiss, I may have be
en asked how he was carrying me using just one arm.
He ended the kiss and I opened my eyes, blinking to bring him into focus. As he loosened his hold on my butt, I unwrapped my legs from his waist and slowly slid them down until I stood between him and the bed. Bending to the side, he placed the cupcake on the nightstand, seeming to make a point of grazing my nipples on the way out and back.
“Your nipples are so responsive.” He cupped me with both hands and leaned down to nibble behind my ear and whispered. “I love it.” Standing tall, he looked down at me and said, “I love how real you are, how honest. Your reactions to me, your words. I never have to wonder why you’re here, what you’re thinking or feeling.”
I smiled, acknowledging his words, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Jack Reagan just used the word love in reference to me twice. And looking into his eyes, I know he’s not just throwing me a line. Sometimes when he looks at me, something shifts in his gaze, like a shade is being lifted and I feel like he’s letting me see a part of him he doesn’t share often.
“Now I think this needs to come off.” He tugged at the hem of my shirt. Slowly sliding my glasses off my face, he asked, “How much can you see without these?” Closing the arms, he turned and carefully placed them next to the cupcake on the nightstand before facing me again.
“I’m nearsighted, so I can’t see far,” I said. “Things get blurry about a foot out.”
He placed his hands on my waist, flashed a wicked smile, and shimmied my shirt up and over my head. “I’ll have to make sure to stay within range then so you know it’s me.”
As if I could forget.
He reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, caressing my shoulders and arms as he slowly slid it away from my body. My nipples tightened even more when the cool air hit them.
“Jesus, Hannah.” He backed me up until the back of my knees hit the bed. “Lie down.”
I sat then scooted back against the pillows. Jack rested his knee next to my hip and whipped off his shirt then tossed it to the floor. He moved forward and nudged my left nipple with his nose, then flicked it with this tongue.
Resting his chin on the curve of my breast, he smiled and said, “As sweet as you are, I’ve been thinking about licking that icing off these babies since you showed up at my door.”
He pushed back and grabbed the cupcake. Holding it upside down, he smeared icing over one, then the other nipple. After taking a second to appreciate his handiwork, he leaned down and licked just the tip of one nipple before opening his mouth and laving it with the flat of his tongue, pulling me into his mouth and sucking, drawing me in further.
My hips shot off the bed and streaks of fire raced between my nipple and my clit. Jack shifted over me and settled between my widespread thighs, holding me in place. Releasing my nipple with an audible pop, he said, “Just relax and enjoy.” And moved to the other side.
Easy for him to say. He’s not the one having every erogenous zone stimulated through a single point of contact. I moaned and thrust up, shamelessly rubbing myself against his rock hard erection. He sucked harder and his hand moved up to slowly roll and twist the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I let out a long groan and pressed my head into the pillows.
Jack pulled back and I felt the cupcake against my nipples again. I opened my eyes and watched him slowly smear icing over the twin peaks.
“You’re so beautiful, so responsive,” he said, making them tighten even further. Glancing up at me, he smiled. “It’s sexy as hell.”
I watched his tongue come out and lick some of the icing off, leaving my elongated nipple peeking out between stripes of white on either side. It wasn’t nearly enough and I wiggled beneath him. He blew gently and I shivered as sweet sensation zinged throughout my body.
“Think you can come this way?” he asked, the wicked gleam in his eyes making my insides melt even further. At this point, it wouldn’t take much to put me over the edge. Again, I lost control of my inner dialogue and said that out loud. His low, sexy chuckle vibrated against my nipple. “That’s good, honey. Real good.”
Moving back and forth between each breast, he licked and laved, removing all traces of icing. His lips closed around one nipple and I watched his cheeks hollow as he sucked, drawing it further into his mouth.
“Please,” I begged, grabbing onto his shoulders.
Back and forth he went, his mouth and fingers continuing their slow, sensual assault. My nipples felt raw, the sweet agony spreading throughout every single nerve ending in my body.
“Jack.” His name came out as a hoarse whisper. I arched my back, thrusting myself further into his mouth. I can’t take much more and he didn’t seem in any hurry to stop. “Jack,” I said again, and continued to chant his name with each panted breath. Thank God it’s only one syllable because I don’t think I could handle much more than that.
My legs stiffened and I pressed up against his hips, searching for relief. He dropped more of his weight on me, his erection resting against the exact spot begging for attention. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything except lose myself in the pleasure coursing through my entire body.
Jack pulled back and his teeth closed around one nipple as his thumb and finger pulled hard on the other. That’s all it took. I tumbled over the edge as my body convulsed, shattering into a thousand pieces, the amazing orgasm leaving me limp and tingling.
He braced himself on his elbows, his hands cupping my face. I barely had enough breath to return his sweet kiss.
Jack
I pulled back and looked down at Hannah as she came back to reality. Her normally pink nipples stood rock hard and cherry red as her chest heaved with every breath. Hannah coming apart like that is probably the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life, and God knows I’ve seen a lot. I shook my head to dislodge that last thought. I don’t want anything or anyone to intrude on my time with this amazing woman.
She looked up at me and blinked a few times, as though she was trying to bring me into focus. Maybe she is. I moved closer.
“That was so amazing,” I said, placing a kiss at the base of her throat. “And hot as hell.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, dropping her gaze to the side. “Oh no.” I kissed her jaw, forcing her head back, then looked into her eyes. “Why do you look embarrassed?”
Shaking her head, Hannah chuckled. “How do you see right through me?”
“Because I pay attention,” I said. “And don’t try to get out of answering the question.”
“You barely touched me and I went off like that,” she said. “You have to admit, it’s a little embarrassing.”
“Barely touched you?” I asked. “I’ll have you know, I did some of my best work just now.” I tried to look indignant, but couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from curling up. “And regardless, the fact that I can affect you like that is hot as fuck.”
She smiled and kissed me, lingering long enough to nip at my bottom lip.
“You’re very sweet,” she said when she pulled back and rested her head on the pillows.
“I’m really not, just stating the facts,” I said. “And besides, you haven’t touched me at all and I’m hard as steel and ready to come in my shorts.”
I pushed against her, feeling her heat even through the layers of our clothes. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated just before I felt her fingers move between us to fiddle with the button of my shorts until it popped free. She reached inside my boxer briefs and wrapped her hand around my dick, slowly stroking. Without letting go, she pushed at my shoulder with her other hand, urging me onto my back.
Settling back against the pillows, I watched her shift to her knees. She grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them and my underwear off in one swipe. My dick bobbed toward my stomach and she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against the tip before opening her mouth wide and sliding her lips down my shaft. Wrapping her hand around the base, her nostrils flared as she slowly moved
down until her mouth met her fist. She squeezed and lifted her head. Just when I thought she’d release me, she swirled her tongue around the head and sucked before lowering all the way down again, repeating the process again and again.
I recited baseball stats to keep from coming as I watched her head bob up and down in a hypnotic rhythm. My balls tightened and the tingle at my spine had me grabbing at her shoulder.
“Hannah.” She didn’t stop so I said her name louder. With her lips still wrapped around my dick, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I nearly lost it right then and there. For a second I forgot what I was about to say, but when my balls squeezed even tighter, I said, “Stop. You have to stop.”
She slowly slid her lips up my shaft and let go.
“Give me a minute,” I said, taking deep breaths in through my nose and letting them out slowly through my mouth.
Once I gained control, I looked at her watching me. The flush on her cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the fact that she’d been really into what she was doing. This woman truly is perfect.
Raising up on my elbows, I said, “You might be more comfortable if you take those shorts off.”
I sat up and repeated the process she’d done to me minutes before. After tossing her shorts and panties onto the floor next to mine, I followed the expanse of her long legs all the way up to heaven. She’s not totally bare, and her neatly trimmed hair glistened. I reached out to touch her, sliding my finger along the seam.
“You’re so wet.” I couldn’t stop myself from taking a taste. Rolling onto my belly, I let my tongue follow the path my finger had just traced. “Mmm, so sweet,” I said before fully opening her so I could lick at the treasure I’d revealed.
I added some suction, but didn’t quite give her what she needed. Her fingers curled into my scalp and I continued to nip, suck, and lick her until she was writhing beneath me. My dick throbbed against the mattress, wanting to get in on the action, but I didn’t want that yet. I wanted at least one more good orgasm from her before letting him loose.
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