Thrusting two fingers inside her, I curled them then stroked and sucked on her at the same time. She let out a garbled sound that was either my name or a prayer just before she clamped down on my fingers, her clit throbbing against my tongue. I stayed with her until her muscles slowly relaxed. Kissing her inner thigh, I looked up and smiled at the sated look on her face.
I moved back to pull a condom from the drawer. Hannah watched me roll it down my length and licked her lips. This woman is seriously going to kill me. I chuckled, thinking about my Shrek quote when she told me I was going to kill her last time we did this.
“I’m glad you find this funny because I can barely breathe,” she said, resting on her elbows, putting those amazing breasts front and center. I grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, kissing her cheek then tip of her nose. She took a deep breath and let it out on a long sigh.
“Okay?” I asked, resting my forehead against hers. She nodded.
“I feel like I just ran a marathon.”
“Want to take a break?”
She glanced down at my dick and it got even harder. He’s really not happy with me right now.
“No, I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. She looked down again. “Don’t worry about me. If you need some time, we can stop, maybe watch a movie or something.” She raised her brow. “Seriously.”
“I’m fine, Jack. You just make me forget how to breathe.”
I sat back against the pillows and pulled her toward me. She shifted her leg across mine and straddled my lap.
“Just take it slow, and please don’t forget to breathe,” I said. “I don’t want you passing out on me.”
She raised up on her knees until my dick rested against her entrance, then she slowly lowered down until I was buried deep inside her. Leaning back, she rested her hands on my thighs and moved back and forth, slowly at first before settling into a good rhythm. With every thrust and pull, she tightened and pulled me in deeper, and I clenched my jaw and started on those baseball stats again. I may make her forget how to breathe, but she erodes every bit of my control.
Widening her thighs, she slipped down further and closed her eyes, letting out a low moan. She shifted forward and pressed her hands against my chest, rocking back and forth, moving faster and faster until we were both breathing hard.
“Hannah, I’m gonna come.”
She was gasping now, right on the edge. I reached between us and circled her clit. On the first pass, she quivered against me. I got in one more stroke before my release began. Her muscles clamped down on me again and again, milking every last drop.
Chapter 20
Jack
I stroked my fingertips along Hannah’s spine, slowly up and down, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. She snuggled her cheek against my shoulder and sighed.
“As much as I’d love to stay here like this, I need to take care of the condom.”
She lifted herself up on her elbow then rolled to the side and dragged the sheet up, ruining my view. I leaned forward and kissed her. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I went to the bathroom and took care of business as quickly as possible so I could get back to Hannah. After washing my hands, I walked back toward the bed, happy to find her in exactly the same position. With her tousled hair, rosy cheeks, and sated look on her face, she looked like a goddess.
My goddess.
My eyes devoured her, wanting to commit this moment to memory. I’d love to take a picture, but I don’t think she’d be comfortable with that.
“What?” she asked, tightening her grip on the sheet and pulling it higher.
Climbing back into bed, I settled on my side next to her.
“Just taking a mental picture,” I said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before resting my hand on hers. “I want to be able to see you like this in my mind anytime I want.”
The corner of her mouth curled and her eyes took a lazy tour of my body before meeting my gaze again.
“Same,” she said and licked her lips.
Thoughts of that sweet mouth wrapped around me made my dick twitch. I can usually recover pretty quickly, but this is definitely a record. Normally I’d look for a second round, but I want things to be different with Hannah. I want more with her.
“Feel like watching a movie?” I asked.
Her eyes widened. “Sure.”
I grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV hanging across from the bed. Pulling up the menu, I asked, “What’s your preference? Drama, mystery, those sappy chick flicks?”
“Nothing scary and nothing sad,” she said. “Other than that, I’ll watch pretty much anything.”
I scrolled through the listings until one caught my eye.
“Looks like there’s a Mac Flynn movie coming on.” I switched to that channel and set the remote back on my nightstand.
Every woman I’ve ever known has loved Mac Flynn movies as much as I do, if for a different reason. Similar to James Bond, Mac Flynn is an agent for a fictionalized secret service and the movies are filled with action, drama, and sex. Which is what I like. Women usually watch because they find the man himself attractive.
The title sequence filled the screen and I settled back against the pillows and opened my arm, inviting Hannah to rest against my chest. She moved closer and held herself stiff against me.
“You okay?” I asked. She nodded and her cheek rubbed against my left pec. “We can watch something else.”
“No, this is fine,” she said.
She didn’t seem fine, but I didn’t want to push and make her uncomfortable. Maybe she’s just not used to this kind of intimacy. I’ll admit it’s new for me, too. Not to say I’ve never snuggled in bed with a woman, but it’s usually just to rest between rounds of sex. But Hannah is different. Right now, I just want to hold her and watch the movie with no other agenda in mind.
“Do you need your glasses?” I asked.
“No, I don’t usually wear glasses when I watch TV in bed. If I don’t lie on my back, the frames bend,” she said. “It’s a little blurry, but unless I have to read something, I’m good.”
The movie started with a car chase, and I pulled Hannah closer and watched the action unfold. Eventually she relaxed against me and by the time the end credits rolled, she seemed to be enjoying it as much as me.
I ran my finger along her jaw, then nudged her chin until she looked up at me.
“Thank you,” I said, then placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I enjoyed that.”
“I did too.” She looked surprised by that fact, but at least she was more relaxed than before the movie started. “But I should probably get going. It’s getting late.”
“You could always stay here.” I stroked her cheek and she turned her head into my palm and took a deep breath. After taking in another breath and letting it out, she looked up at me.
“I love the way you smell. It’s intoxicating.”
Intoxicating?
A woman once told me I smelled like an old hippy, so Hannah’s words surprised me.
“I always wondered what kind of cologne you wear, and now I know,” she added.
“Now you know,” I agreed. “No cologne, just eczema cream.”
“That you make with your own two hands.”
For some reason, she found that fact fascinating and I don’t feel any need to discourage anything she likes about me. I leaned forward and nibbled at her plump lower lip before sealing our mouths together and dipping my tongue inside for a taste. Talk about intoxicating.
I could kiss her forever, and settled in to do just that.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” I asked as I watched Hannah slip back into her clothes.
She nodded and picked her glasses off the nightstand and slid them into place, then smoothed her hair.
“I’m sure, but thank you for offering,” she said. “And thank you for a great night. Dinner was amazing.”
I stood and stepped into my boxer briefs
then closed the distance between us.
“So was dessert,” I said, and watched the blush spread across her face before kissing her forehead.
We walked into the living room and I continued to the kitchen to retrieve Hannah’s leftovers from the refrigerator. She moved to the other side of the counter to retrieve the keys from her purse.
“Do you want to take a couple cupcakes home?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You didn’t get to eat one.”
“I had to taste test, so I had one before I got here.”
“No wonder you couldn’t finish your dinner.”
“I couldn’t finish my dinner because could feed an army with what was on my plate.”
I walked around the counter and placed my hands on her hips. “Before it was a family of four and now it’s an army? I think you’re just making excuses.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed. “How about, big enough to feed a baseball player?”
“That works.”
I echoed her laughter and gave her a quick peck, enjoying how easy this feels. I’ve always liked Hannah and even though we were more friendly co-workers than friends, I respected her. She’s smart, no-nonsense, and keeps the team whipped into shape. Now that I’ve noticed her in a whole new way, those old feelings are still there, but the new ones mix in, adding layers to this relationship that I’ve never experienced before. I don’t want to just keep her around so we can fuck and go out occasionally, I want to make love to her, get to know her, spend time with her. That last thought reminds me.
“Dan opened his big mouth before I could ask, but we’re renting a boat next week and taking a slow ride down to the Keys. Would you like to come along?” I saw the hesitation in her eyes so I kept talking to both stop her from saying no and convince her to say yes. “We did it last year and it was a lot of fun. Sabrina and Lexi are coming this year so you won’t be the only female on the boat.”
“Who else is going?”
“Cal and Monte.”
Her brow furrowed. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea, Jack.”
That’s not a no. I shifted closer and squeezed her waist.
“I know you want to keep this quiet, but these guys are my best friends. They won’t say anything if we don’t want them to.” I kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. “It’ll be fun. I promise.”
She let out a long sigh then looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Does anyone ever say no to you?”
“Surprisingly, yes,” I said. “But I’m hoping you don’t.”
“Okay, I’ll go.”
Hannah
I shut down my computer and slipped my cell phone into my pocket. Will Call just texted to let me know Rose Garrett and her crew picked up their tickets and were on their way into the stadium. Picking up the box of T-shirts from the edge of my desk, I made my way out of my office and through the corridors that will lead me to the field.
The sounds of the stadium got louder with every step...the crack of the bat, the ball hitting the glove, and the arriving crowd. I wasn’t raised around sports, but in the past decade, baseball has seeped into my system and the sights, sounds, and smells that surround me during the season feel like home.
I turned right on the concourse and continued toward the third base side. Two girls walked in my direction, giggling and glancing back over their shoulders. A little further down, I spotted the source of their interest. He leaned against a table, looking at his cell phone. Wearing uniform pants and a form-fitting Under Armour shirt, Jack Reagan is a sight to behold.
I was still studying his profile when he turned and looked in my direction. My stomach fluttered at his slow smile that promised all sorts of things. Dirty things. Hot things. Things I know he’s more than capable of delivering. As if my hardened nipples were a homing device, his gaze shifted down and lingered for a heartbeat before meeting mine again.
“Let me help you with that,” he said.
I handed him the box I’d been holding against my hip and he set it on the table behind him.
“How’d you know I’d come down this way?” I asked, hoping to calm my raging hormones.
He shrugged. “This seems like the most logical way to this section, so I took a chance. I saw Mrs. Garrett’s group arrive, so I knew you’d come down.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t cause a riot standing up here.”
Obviously the players can go whereever they want, but they usually stick to the spots not open to the general public.
“I just kept my head down and didn’t make eye contact. A couple of twittering girls just passed, but they didn’t approach me.” Resting his hand on the small of my back, he moved me in front of him and picked up the box. “What’s the plan?”
“I was going to say hello to the group and hand out the shirts. I planned on bringing them down to the field after the game to meet you and whoever else is available, and the kids can run the bases.”
I preceded Jack down the stairs toward Mrs. Garrett’s group. Thankfully she was seated on the end so I didn’t have to climb over people to get to her. She stood and hugged me.
“Thank you so much for setting this up,” she said.
I looked over my shoulder at Jack. “You remember Jack Reagan.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Shouldn’t you be out there?” she asked.
“I’m not starting today. So I figured I’d come up and say hi,” he said and placed the box he was holding onto the step. “And give you guys these shirts Hannah brought.”
Jack treated the group like old friends, talking and answering questions like he’s known them forever. He passed out the shirts and when one of the kids asked for an autograph on his, I handed him the Sharpie I had stashed in my pocket. Soon a crowd surrounded Jack and he signed whatever they handed him. He really is a PR dream.
“So, it looks like there have been some developments since I last saw you two,” Mrs. Garrett said from just behind me.
“What do you mean?” I asked and took a step to the side to face her.
“You and Jack.”
I fought the urge to stutter, but couldn’t control the blush I felt creep across my face.
Shaking my head, I said, “I still don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh honey, at the beach bash it was obvious you two were attracted to each other. I’m just happy to see you’ve finally acted on it.”
I shook my head again, not sure of what to say. If it’s obvious to a woman we’ve met once, everyone else will eventually notice, too.
“Don’t worry, it’s probably only obvious to meddling old ladies like me.” She patted my hand. “Plus I’m a retired psychologist. Body language is something I’m tuned in to.”
I nodded to acknowledge her words, then decided to change the subject. I’m not ready to acknowledge my relationship with Jack with people I know, nevermind a woman I’ve just met, no matter how sweet she may be.
“The kids can come onto the field and run the bases after the game if they’d like. Some of the other players will be around to meet the group as well.”
“They’ll be thrilled.”
I looked around at the stadium, which was starting to fill up. Jack was still signing things, posing for pictures, and talking to the group, which had grown since we got here. I figured I’d better wrap things up before every fan in the stadium decided to join in.
“Jack.” He finished signing a baseball card and looked up. “You need to get back to the field,” I said. The crowd surrounding him glared at me, but better they’re angry with me than him.
“Okay guys, last call. Who hasn’t had something signed yet?” Two kids held up their hands and he signed a glove and a picture, then thanked them all for supporting the Waves.
Thankfully his little crowd dispersed, clearing the stairs. Jack walked down the two steps that put him next to Mrs. Garrett and me.
“Thank you for being such a good sport again,” Mrs. Garrett said.
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br /> “It’s my pleasure,” he said.
“There was a significant donation made to our group shortly after the beach bash,” she said. “Would you happen to know anything about that?”
Jack looked around the stadium and shook his head. “No ma’am.”
“For some reason I don’t believe you,” she said. “But I won’t push.”
We said our goodbyes to Mrs. Garrett and Jack waved to the group and we walked down the few remaining steps to the field gate. He walked through then closed it and faced me from the other side.
“You’ll be down here after the game, right?” Even though it was a sentence, he phrased it like a sentence.
“I’ll be here.”
“And afterwards? What are you doing then?”
“Nothing,” I said. “I mean, I don’t have any plans.”
“Come over to my place? I haven’t been alone with you in forever.”
That last statement isn’t quite true. It may seem like forever, but it’s only been four days. The Waves played away all week so we didn’t see each other at the stadium and I had my period and didn’t feel up to going anywhere after work.
“Okay,” I said.
“I’m sure I’ll get there before you because you work way too much, but just in case, the code is 0921623.”
I noted that in the memo app on my phone. “Got it.”
I’ll have to make sure I leave the stadium before he does just so I can prove him wrong.
“And Hannah,” he said, leaning closer. “When I get you alone, I’m gonna kiss the ever-loving fuck out of you.”
Chapter 21
Jack
I know I should keep things professional when we’re working, but I couldn’t help myself. She looks so put together and professional in her capri pants and blouse, I wanted to shake her up a bit. Unfortunately, I shook myself up in the process because the heated look she flashed at my words made me instantly hard. Thankfully my sliding shorts kept the big guy compressed. Baseball pants aren’t very forgiving, and I wouldn’t hear the end of it from my teammates if they caught me sporting wood.
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