Game Winning Catch: (Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win #5)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  “Where to?” My driver, Bruno, asked in his patented gritty voice. Even though he had a gorilla of a name, Bruno was a small petite man. I imagined that he could have been a ballerina had he been born another gender. Only his gruff voice matched his name.

  “What’s your address?” I questioned Yvette slowly.

  She rattled off a few numbers and a street name in a small voice while haphazardly playing with her nails.

  Bruno eyed me through the mirror for confirmation.

  I mouthed the word “Home.”

  He nodded that he understood and rolled up the partition between us.

  I reach a hand toward Yvette, suddenly feeling like a complete ass for the way that I had treated her earlier. I may have been deemed Mini Hanson, but I didn’t want to be like my father in that regard. I didn’t want to make the girls cry like the nursery rhyme Georgie Porgie.

  She recoiled, nearly curling the length of her body into a ball against the door.

  I didn’t like that one bit. In that moment I became determined to get the skittish woman to open up.

  7

  If I hadn’t felt like every dream that I had strived for had burst into flames, then I would have been impressed by Dylan’s plush limousine and driver. The man really knew how to ride in style, but my heart still hurt.

  Once the gravity of what had just taken place hit me, I couldn’t move, let alone drive. I couldn’t stop crying long enough to see my feet or my hands in front of my face. Attempting to drive a car would have been an unmitigated disaster.

  When I looked up from the bench and saw Dylan standing in front of me, I was ready to walk myself right into a padded room. I thought maybe he was a hallucination, but then he took me into his arms, and I knew he was real.

  “You can scoot over a little closer.” Dylan said with an outstretched hand.

  I’m sure that he wanted me to place my hand into his, but he had said some hurtful things to me earlier. While I was tempted by his gesture, I was still unsure.

  “That’s all right.” I replied before scooting as close to the door as I could without falling out onto the street. That would have been horrific, but a perfect ending to the strange day. I shook away the images of me being flattened by traffic and tried to focus on the situation at hand. On the bright side, both of my bosses had thought that I was great. On the downside, they had both assumed that I would be a great lay before I would be a great lawyer.

  After a few minutes in the car, my tears had subsided and only the feeling of defeat hung around me.

  Dylan scooched across the leather, ignoring that I had purposely kept away from him, and placed a hand on my thigh.

  If I could have shot daggers out of my eyes, he would have been full of holes.

  “Whoa. I surrender.” Throwing his hands into the air comically, Dylan chuckled but kept his position right next to me.

  His eyes brightened and a not so deep dimple appeared in his left cheek.

  A smile itched at my lips.

  “Go ahead and smile. You know you want to.” He winked.

  “No I don’t.” I replied in my best sad voice. I sounded like a pouty two-year-old.

  “Hey. Come on over here.” A grin spread across his mouth. “I promise that my shoulder is just as comfortable as the door, maybe even more so.” He moved his arm around my shoulders. I allowed it and even moved closer to him. There was no one else in my life who was going to provide any semblance of comfort, so I figured that I might as well take advantage of the only available free comfort.

  “I guess I can at least test that theory.” I made myself comfortable between his warm muscled arm and broad chest.

  “And for whatever its worth, I want to apologize to you for what I said earlier. Sometimes I can be harsh.”

  I looked up at him. I needed to see him. I had always felt that true feelings are best understood through the eyes. Someone had once said that they were the windows to the soul.

  Dylan beamed his charming smile down at me as he spoke and ebbed away at my weariness.

  “I think you’re a beautiful woman, and there’s nothing that I would change about you. Well, except you being sad. You have a smile like captured sunshine.”

  A good chuckle gurgled up from my gut. “Oh geesh, that was corny. Sunshine. Really?”

  He almost looked crestfallen at my response. A less confident man would have been hurt.

  “You can’t laugh at my apology.” he chided with a smile.

  “Who said?” I retorted with a smile.

  “Subsection J of the Friendship Ordinances clearly states that the receiving party of the apology must accept such apology without criticism and must not cause undue embarrassment to the negligible party.” He spouted as though those words were actually written somewhere.

  “I call bull.” I jested and felt a little lighter.

  “I’m just glad that you’re smiling. It’s really a beautiful thing.” Dylan added with sincerity before pressing his lips to my forehead.

  “Thank you.”

  I didn’t really know what to say.

  “I’m not used to people giving me compliments. Most of the time, my name might as well have been Casper the friendly ghost.” I winced. “It was like everyone saw right through me, like I didn’t matter.”

  “That’s harsh.” He comforted me, giving my shoulder a quick squeeze.

  “Today I felt like that again. Like no one saw me for who I am. Just my body parts.”

  His face, which looked like the gods, had taken time to skillfully craft, scrunched at my words.

  “Did I make you feel that way?”

  I nodded, unable to look up into the crystal clear blue of his eyes.

  “Damn.” The deep breathiness of his words sounded against my cheek as he pulled me closer and kissed my ear.

  There was a comfortable silence between us, and I stayed pressed against the rigid expanse of his chest.

  When it seemed as though the ride was taking longer than usual, I sat up and searched the crowded downtown streets and then Dylan’s face.

  “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to my loft.”

  He reached out an arm to pull me back to the place against him I had recently vacated.

  “You were so worked up earlier, I felt like it wouldn’t be safe for you to be alone.”

  My neck took on a life of its own and reared back without regard to Dylan’s title or position.

  “You did what?” The words punched out of my throat. “How dare you make those decisions for me.”

  “So, what? Should I have left you a crumpled mess on the bench?” he huffed back.

  “First of all …” my finger poked through the air with certainty, but my words were lost when he inserted his tongue into my mouth.

  I couldn’t decide whether the anger I felt was because of his blatant disregard for my ability to think yet again or because of the balmy heat that pooled between my legs from the intensity of his kiss causing my brain to nearly disintegrate.

  With firm hands he cupped my ass and slid my body closer to his, as he expertly explored the depths of my mouth.

  “I need to know that you are all right.” His words bristled against my lips as he held my face close to his. “I need you to come home with me.”

  His stare caused my breath to catch in my throat. I breathed him in, intoxicated by the spicy strength of his scent.

  “Okay.” I whimpered feeling like unset Jell-O in the curve of his arm.

  He didn’t remove his arm from my waist the rest of the way to his home and I didn’t try to remove myself. I just sat there in the comfort of his arms until the long limousine rounded a corner into an alcove of multi-level brick homes decorated with bright green yards and exotic flora.

  “Fancy.” I commented as the driver pulled into the long curved driveway and stopped.

  Fancy didn’t even begin to describe the incredible and astoundingly elegant home where Dylan resided. I worked hard to keep my face neutral and
my gasps to a minimum as my eyes bounced across the vaulted ceiling of the foyer, the tall winding stair case, and the golden embellishments blotted across the pristine white walls. My small heels echoed against the white Florentine marble as Dylan guided me up the stairs and down a hall to a set of white, gold trimmed French doors with looping handles.

  In total awe, I gasped at the expansive bedroom that unfolded behind those doors.

  The sight of his king sized bed both flustered and excited me, and thankfully he led me past it. Being in the presence of Dylan caused small explosions to burst through my body in simultaneous spots with the thought of how deft he was in the use of his fingers.

  The gaping garden hot tub that came into view lit a smile across my face.

  “Nice.” came out in a whisper.

  The large room had full mirrors, a chaise, and a separate stone steamer shower. An open door led to the actual business part of the spa like room.

  Dylan moved over to the tub and pulled his shoulders from his suit jacket. More gracefully than I thought the gruff man could perform, he sat on the edge of the oversized tub, rolled up his sleeves and turned on the water.

  I watched as he moved through the bathroom and lowered his large body to kneel in front of a cabinet under the sink.

  “What are you looking for? What are you doing?” I asked. Would he expect me to bathe with him? I wondered if he had brought me to his home to seduce me.

  He smiled back at me before he pulled out a bottle of liquid bubble bath in one hand and oil in another.

  “This is all for you.” he said, a softness befalling his eyes that I had never seen before. “Relax. I won’t bother you.” he stated as if reading my mind.

  I shifted my weight to my left side. He had been sweet to me, and I was being difficult.

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” I said.

  “I meant it when I said that I wanted to make sure that you were all right.” He poured bubble bath and oil into the water before standing. “I’m selfish when it comes to sex. Not about giving pleasure, but about your attention. When I take you, I want it all. I want your thoughts, feelings, and concentration to be on our bodies connecting.”

  I gulped, watching the plain expression on his face. Dylan was not joking. He planned to fuck me and if his finger skills were any indication of his ability, he was going to do it well.

  “Ok.” I muttered as flashes of his taut hard body ramming into me flashed through my mind. Dylan could have it all, and had taken all of my mind and emotions every time that we were together.

  “What will I wear, when I get out?”

  The air was thick with heat as the water rose in the tub and Dylan stood before me and grasped my hands.

  “I have a few left over company sweats for the softball team that you can put on. I’ll leave them on the bed for you, but you won’t need them straight away.”

  “Really?” I asked almost hopeful after his gesture that there might be more. No one had ever done anything like this just for me before.

  “There are clean robes folded in the closet with the towels. Hilda, my masseuse will be set up in the bedroom when you are ready. She’ll also assist with whatever drink you would like.”

  He kissed my cheek gently and I ached for his lips to touch mine again.

  “Thank you.” I smiled.

  The soak, the massage, the wine all soothed my soul in a way that rivalled the most luxurious commercial or boutique spa around. Hilda was so good that I think I may have orgasmed, twice, due to her expert kneading of my neck, back and thighs. She was damn good, and my body felt so relaxed that I fell straight to sleep afterward.

  I woke from the massage table nearly a new woman, but the sun had lowered in the sky. I wandered in amazement through the halls of Dylan’s home, opening doors until I found him.

  He was sitting quietly in a large wing backed leather chair, his dark green eyes flowing over papers in the manila folder so absorbedly that he didn’t even notice me.

  I moved closer to him and saw the scowl perched on his face as though a smile had never lived there, as though he wasn’t the same man that had provided me with the sweetest ending to a bitter day.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  There wasn’t a tell-tale sign that I had startled him, the man had the face of stone when he wanted, but the way his left eyebrow lifted slightly for a piece of a second let me know that he hadn’t expected to see me.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Better. Why were you frowning when I walked in?”

  He smirked and tugged me onto his lap.

  “What frown?”

  He grazed his fingers gingerly against the side of my face.

  “I told you, so now you tell me?” I said as assertively as possible through the lull of his touch.

  He looked at me then. I assume he had to consider whether or not to divulge the information.

  “What is it espionage documentation?”

  He shrugged his shoulders and handed over the file.

  “Menory Medical wants to settle for a good amount and I feel like there is something that I am missing.”

  “You miss something?” I questioned under lifted eyebrows.

  I flipped through a folder that listed the names and descriptions of the patients affected.

  “They must have noticed another pattern.” I said. “The first case was put together based on a series of negative commonalities with the Brandon Hunter case.”

  “Right.” Dylan agreed. “Brandon Hunter’s wife, Sherry, initiated the suit after he died from an infection.”

  “I noticed that they all had an infection. Now we have to figure out what other commonality they have beyond the surface stuff of age and symptoms.” I stand feeling the thrill of new ideas pumping through me. “The infection was caused by Menory products, but doesn’t Menory have a pharmaceutical side too.”

  “Yes.” he confirmed.

  I flipped through a folder.

  “So it may not have just been the products but the medication as well”

  “Which would warrant an entirely different lawsuit.” he added.

  Dylan’s hand met mine in a high five.

  “Right.” I agreed feeling a rush from actually using my brain and working together to solve a problem.

  His eyes fell to my lips.

  “Let me feed you tonight.” He flicked his tongue against my lips and a flare of need scorched inside of me.

  I looked out the window at the darkening sky.

  “Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes.” He added with a touch to my cheek.

  His gaze was soft against me, not the same brazened mischievous heat that poured from them the first time that we met.

  I couldn’t resist him. I couldn’t say no to his anxiousness or his wanting to be with me.

  Dinner was served in a formal dining room, prepared by Dylan’s personal chef and served by the house manager.

  “This was all so wonderful.” I remarked after finishing the delectable meal.

  He wiped his mouth but looked at me as though he had enough room left still to devour me.

  I had to fight back the wave of feeling washing over me and ebbing away at the barriers I had created. I didn’t want to like the man, but I was sinking.

  8

  Dylan

  I didn’t bring Yvette to my home with the intention of having sex with her. My intentions had been purely Boy Scout in nature—kindness to the core. She had been hurting, and I wasn’t a total monster. I wasn’t the total creep that many had painted me to be, at least not completely. I have a heart. Unfortunately, being in the presence of Yvette had made me all the more aware of that nearly forgotten organ.

  I nearly had to handcuff myself to the desk to keep from going up stairs and peeking in on my mind stealing house guest. I had given her my word that she could relax without the thought of me coming onto her, but damn if that wasn’t one of the hardest promises to keep. I had wanted her instantly when
she walked through my office door, her fresh oval face free of makeup. Her normally straight blond hair was waved and drawn back from her face into a ponytail centered at the crown of her head. The oversized sports attire that I had left for her to change into didn’t emphasize her figure, but instead created an extra curiosity about the curves that lay beneath. She was gorgeous, and my dick knew it. It gave her a full salute at first glance, drawn to full attention at the sight of her. I knew then that her presence would try both my sanity and my integrity.

  Staring at her from across the dining room table, the woman looked fucking delicious. I wanted to lap up every last crumb of her and hear her scream out my name until she no longer had a voice.

  “Are you okay?” Yvette asked huskily, the sensuality of her voice was like an aphrodisiac pulling the head of my dick toward her.

  I swallowed away images of her pretty pink pussy playing hide the penis and smiled like a doofus. I was grinning like an idiot.

  “I'm fine. Why do you ask?”

  “Because you're staring at me.” she answered, popping the end of a piece of cheesecake into her mouth.

  I cleared my throat and refrained from telling her the truth behind my thoughts. I wanted to put my mouth on her right then and there.

  “Well, you happen to look a lot more appetizing than the cheesecake.”

  “Only in your opinion." she said in that sassy voice that only heightened the desire that I felt. "Cheesecake is the best dessert ever made. If I could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day and then blend it up into a shake to sip between meals then I would. Better yet I would just walk around with a bottle of cheesecake and sip it all day long.”

  At the thought of a bottle hanging from her mouth spurting a vanilla substance between her lips, my cock stirred.

  I cleared my throat.

  “Well, I'm glad you like it." I replied lamely.

  When she twisted the fork downward and slowly pulled it from her mouth, accentuating those lips, I’d had enough.