Spring Training

by KB Winters

  “Hey guys, I’m gonna have to ask you to take it outside.”

  The sound of another voice broke the spell and I leaned back guiltily. It was almost physically painful for me to separate from him, but I forced myself to smile at the man who had broken the spell of our kiss. One glance at Blake reassured me that he felt the exact same way. His gaze was still centered on my lips even as he nodded to the other man.

  “Can we get out of here?” I asked him. My voice was breathy and rough as if I’d spent the last few hours screaming.

  Blake smiled. “Absolutely. Did you get a hotel in town?”

  I laughed. “Yes? I don’t even know what would qualify as a hotel outside of town.” I moved around the table until I was standing beside him. This close and only in boots, Blake towered over me, but unlike how I felt around that bear statue, with Blake I enjoyed it. I felt safe and secure when he wrapped a muscular arm around my waist and led me out of the bar.

  “I live at my uncle’s lodge over there,” he said pointing.

  “I know. I went there first and your uncle Bob told me to come find you over here.”

  “Did he now? I’ll have to talk to him about divulging my location to beautiful young women he doesn’t know.”

  I looked over at him with a smirk. “Do you have beautiful women coming to find you often?”

  “Not usually, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

  We both went silent as we walked back to the lodge. I was caught up in my thoughts of what could be happening between us. As much as I wanted to jump back into bed with Blake, I didn’t want to run the risk of waking up with him gone again.

  “I rented a car,” I said breaking the silence. I pointed to it. “I can drive us to my hotel unless you’d rather stay here?”

  “Going back to yours sounds good.” Blake walked over to the passenger side of the car. “The old man would no doubt be listening in to anything we decided to do, and I’d rather not get any lectures from him about my technique.”

  I blushed, but covered it up by unlocking the car and sliding in. “There was nothing wrong with your technique from what little I remember.” I started the car and backed out of the parking lot.

  “What little you remember huh?” Blake’s hand came down to rest on the top of my thigh. I swore I could feel the heat of it even through my jeans.

  “Yup,” I replied popping the last sound of my word. “It’s been a while.”

  “Hm,” he rumbled in response. “What about your other man friend? Do you remember anything from your trysts with him?”

  I clenched my jaw before answering. “I never slept with Davis. He was just a friend who invited me to the charity banquet.”

  “Right…a friend. But see, I remember you telling me that you had to attend a family function.”

  “I did,” I insisted. “His family is on the board of the charity. His entire family was there and he didn’t have someone to go with him so he asked me.”

  Blake said nothing in response to my explanation and I let it be. I’d bent the truth slightly, but since I didn’t plan on seeing Davis again in a romantic capacity—I figured it would be fine. I pulled into the parking lot for the hotel and turned off the car. We sat there in the dark for a moment before I turned to look at Blake.

  “Are we good Blake? I know I should’ve been more specific about that night, but—”

  “—no, we’re fine. I should have let you explain instead of just getting pissed off and shutting you out.” He turned to stare out at the world beyond the car. “I have a really bad habit of shutting down when things seem to take a turn for the dramatic. I guess it comes from dealing with stressful situations while I was in the Navy.” He turned to look back at me, and I found myself unable to look away from his gaze. His eyes seemed to glow in the waning light of the evening.

  “What do you mean?” I asked the question without stopping to think about it. Something about Blake just made me want to learn absolutely everything about him.

  He smiled, but it seemed to hold no real humor. “SEAL ops didn’t leave a lot of time for relaxing or humor. By the time I was done with missions—missions that were already dramatic and stress-filled enough as is—I was hardly in the mood to deal with it back home. I guess you could say that’s why I have found myself near thirty, in the Alaskan wilderness, with no real prospects of a relationship.”

  “Oh.” That hurt. I didn’t know what else to say. I could understand it in a way, but I was here with him now, and hoped he’d meant he hadn’t had prospects before. If he was still thinking he had no prospects, I’d be wasting my time.

  “Yeah.” One of his hands came up and cupped my cheek. “I didn’t mean it like…have I completely ruined the mood for you?”

  I leaned into his hand and brought one of mine up to cup around it. “No. I don’t think you could do anything to make me stop wanting you.”

  Blake’s smile turned into something a little more genuine and I preened inside at him having done that. “Good to know.” He leaned in and I moved with him until our lips were once again pressed together. The feeling was no less powerful even in the small interior of the rented car. I gripped his hand as if to anchor myself as my mind was swept up in the multitude of pleasurable feelings our closeness brought. One kiss turned into two, and two turned into my groans flowing into his mouth as I parted my lips to welcome him in. I could hear myself breathing faster, and I vaguely thought of the scene we would make for anyone who happened by. No doubt the windows were fogged up thanks to my heavy breathing, but I couldn’t bring myself to care enough to stop. If not for his self-control, I might have asked him to move things to the back seat.

  “We should go inside.”

  I nodded slowly, even as I leaned back into him. He kissed me again nipping my bottom lip softly as he pulled away again. I whined, slightly annoyed at having to stop, but I followed his lead and reluctantly got out of the car. The air was cooler than it had been, and I was glad when Blake came around the car and wrapped an arm around my waist. I leaned into him taking a deep breath of his musky man-scent. I’d missed that—the only thing that my brain could not provide in my fantasies.

  “You’ll have to lead since I don’t know which room you’re in.”

  I looked up at him a little in awe that this was even truly happening. I was in Alaska with a man I barely knew but trusted completely. How was this even possible?

  “I’m glad I came,” I said quietly as I led him into the hotel and in the direction of my room. The words were true. Despite knowing that I’d have to ask Blake some serious questions about our possible future, I was glad I’d come.

  “Me too.”

  His answer warmed me and I curled my own arm around his waist leaning my head on him as we moved down the hallway. When we stepped in front of my door, I quickly reached into my purse and pulled out the key card. The sound of the door unlocking brought my attention back to the fact that we had been kissing earlier and my heart began beating again in overtime. I opened the door and flicked the light switch bathing the small foyer in a harsh glow. Blake’s whistle had me glancing back at him even as I began pulling off my coat and scarf.

  “What?”

  “For Kenai, this is a really nice hotel. Definitely more modern than the lodge my uncle owns.”

  “Oh.” I moved further into the suite and glanced around. Most of the people I knew would be horrified if they had to stay in a room like this. Wisely, I kept that comment to myself. I didn’t think Blake would find that little tidbit of information all that funny, and I didn’t want to remind him of his claims of me being a gold-digger. I wanted this to be a fresh start for us, and I was determined to do this right this time. “I like it here. It’s…quaint.”

  Blake chuckled softly, but otherwise didn’t comment. I placed my coat on the chair in the corner and sat down on my bed to pull off my shoes. I was startled when Blake crouched down in front of me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.
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br />   Blake didn’t respond. He reached out and pulled off one of my boots before reaching for the other and pulling that one off as well. I let him, first lifting one foot and then the other when prompted. He pulled off my socks as well before moving up until our faces were the same level.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  I flushed. Hot. “Blake—”

  “Shhh,” he shushed me. His hands moved to the bottom of my sweater and I lifted my arms helping him as he pulled it up and off my body. He did the same for the long-sleeved shirt I had on underneath. Only then did I come to my senses and reached for his clothes to help as well. He let me unbutton his dark red flannel shirt and my hands trembled slightly when his keen blue eyes remained locked with my own. Somehow I managed to get his shirt off of him and I was surprised to see that he wasn’t wearing another one underneath.

  “I’m used to it up here,” he replied noticing my expression. “Plus it was almost fifty degrees today. That’s like springtime for me.”

  I snorted at the thought. True, it wasn’t as cold as I had thought it would be, but I definitely wouldn’t have called it spring. My lips were taken again in a deep kiss before I could tell him my thoughts—but I let it go. I had no desire to debate temperature when I had him half naked against me. I could feel his hands moving around my waist and I shivered when his thick fingers stopped at the clasp of my bra.

  “Yes,” I whispered against his lips. I didn’t want anything between us. I brought my arms down so he could pull my bra off of me and I shivered as the room air hit my nipples turning them into tight peaks. I’d left the heat on in the room, but it was still a bit cooler than I was used to.

  “Cold?” Blake asked not bothering to separate our lips. I nodded my head and brought my arms up around his shoulders. His arms tightened around my waist and he lifted slightly and moved farther up the bed. The amount of power I felt in his tightened muscles set me on fire and I nipped at the bottom of his lip in response. The shudder I felt in response gave me a thrill. That’s what I wanted—to make him as affected as I was by his touch. I moved to do it again, but was stalled by him pulling back.

  “Where are you going?” I asked, my voice slightly petulant. Blake smiled as he pulled my arms down away from his neck. I reluctantly let go and leaned back on the bed when his hands pushed softly. I was bare from the waist up, but my jeans were still intact. He was in a similar state and I was surprised to see that he had somehow slipped out of his boots without me noticing.

  His hands slid underneath my arms and moved them up until they were raised above my head. It was a vulnerable position, but also extremely sensual. I was in essence at his mercy—a fact that he seemed to relish in. I gasped as those same hands began trailing down my sides leaving pimpled skin in their wake. My nipples were still hard and standing straight in the air like beacons. When my chest began rising faster with my breathing, I could see Blake’s attention change, and before I could even think, he’d taken my right nipple into his hot mouth and sucked.

  I couldn’t stop myself from pushing up against his face with a soft cry. My nipples had always been extremely sensitive and now was no exception. His tongue flicked the hard bud sending quaking bolts of sensation up and down my spine. I was in heaven riding out the feelings of his wicked oral fixation as he switched to the opposite breast. His hands weren’t idle, either, sweeping down to undo the button of my jeans before sliding down the zipper.

  “Jesus, Blake,” I whispered hotly. I brought my hands down to bury in his hair as he continued lapping his tongue against my breast. He only stopped when he began pulling my jeans down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him and soon enough I was only in my black lace panties. Blake leaned back and I released my hold returning my hands to above my head.

  “Look at you, baby,” he rumbled out, his voice rough. “You’re all laid out for me like a treasure. You want me to touch you?”

  “Yes,” I replied softly. I would have done anything to have him touch me, but I did need one more thing. “But not until you take off your clothes.”

  He chuckled softly. “You want to see me, Taylor?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  He smiled—wide and sharp. His gaze was ravenous as it traveled over me, from my head all the way down to my toes. His hands shifted to the belt at his waist and he tore it opened quickly before undoing the button lowering his zipper.

  “Jesus, do you never wear underwear?” I asked in surprise as I caught a glimpse of the tan flesh of his cock.

  “Underwear just gets in the way.”

  My mouth watered when he pushed his jeans down his hips and his half-hard cock was revealed. The hair there was darker than that on his head, but despite him looking the part of a lumberjack, his hair was trimmed and neat in a way I could really appreciate. I was glad for it, because as soon as I’d seen his cock, I knew I needed to get my mouth on it.

  Before Blake could move, I was already up on my knees in front of him. I rested my hands on his hips even as I leaned in and took a deep breath. Some men always smelled sour with sweat which made me gag and I never offered to suck their cock. Not Blake though. He had a sweet, warm musk that was all his own.

  I stuck my tongue out, taking a tentative lick on the head of his cock. It twitched and I rolled my tongue in my mouth cataloging the flavor. A hand reached down under my chin tipping my head up.

  “You don’t have to, baby, not if you don’t want to.”

  The fact that he was giving me an out was appreciated—but I knew exactly what I wanted. Instead of responding, I leaned in again this time drawing the head of his cock between my lips. I moved one hand over to grip the base of his dick and reveled in the sharp gasp my actions received. His cock was hot as blood and pulsing with his heartbeat. I could feel it hardening further in my mouth, and I closed my eyes as I worked my tongue around the head. I knew I’d found a sensitive spot when he widened his stance. I shifted, pulling back a little in order to get in a better position. One of his hands came up and placed itself on the top of my head. Still, I didn’t feel trapped. It was odd, but I felt safe and appreciated. Blake didn’t thrust his hips in my face, and he didn’t grip my hair to try to guide me onto his cock. His hand simply rested there as I chose my own pace going down as far as my gag reflex would let me before pulling back up and sucking gently at the head.

  “You have such a fucking sexy mouth, Taylor.”

  I hummed in appreciation at his words pulling my hand up to meet my mouth in order to stimulate the parts of his cock that I couldn’t reach. I don’t know how long I continued on. I was only focused on giving Blake as much pleasure as I could, but when he caressed the side of my cheek, I pulled back. My jaw was slightly sore, but I delighted in seeing how hard and shiny his cock was.

  “Fuck, baby. I’m too fucking close,” he growled out. Before I could respond, he tilted my face up and slammed our lips together. I opened immediately moaning as his tongue laid siege as if mapping out everywhere that his cock had touched. My blood sang at his lack of hesitation to kiss me after I’d been sucking his cock. I squeezed with the hand that was still around his cock enjoying the soft moan he let out before pulling back.

  “I want you inside of me.”

  With a deep growl, Blake pushed me back down on the bed and gripped the back of my thighs. I gasped when I felt the head of his cock at my hot cunt. I’d barely caught my breath before I felt his hard dick sliding inside of me. My hands gripped the sheets below as his thick girth pressed hotly against my inner walls. That feeling of him inside of me was what I’d been missing and I let my mouth whisper everything I wanted him to do to me. When he drew back, I whined and brought one hand up to grip at his arm.

  “I got you, baby.” He leaned over placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “Just let me take care of you.”

  I nodded frantically trusting him to fill the need inside—and I wasn’t disappointed. Blake’s cock slid back in, and I swore he somehow went even further than before, touching something ins
ide of me that sent bright flashes shooting off behind my eyelids. His pace quickened until I was letting out loud cries of pleasure with each powerful thrust. The headboard was smacking against the wall, echoing the sharp sound of our bodies meeting. The wet sound of his cock finding home in my slick cunt made me flush, and my back arched as my body tightened with release.

  “Oh God,” I cried out. I didn’t care who heard me. All I cared about was getting closer to Blake and making him come.

  His thrusts didn’t stop even as my body clenched and relaxed with aftershocks. When I felt him pull out abruptly, I shouted. His hands shifted me around until I was on my stomach against the bed. When I felt his chest cover my back, I groaned louder which turned into a whine when I felt his cock slide back inside me. The position let him go even deeper inside of me and I could push back into his thrusts.

  “Every time I’d stroke myself, I’d think about these sexy little noises you make. I could barely get myself off without thinking about your tight little cunt and how good it felt to have it sucking so tightly on my cock.” Blake’s words were whispered hotly into my ear pushing my pleasure even higher. When his lips traveled to the sensitive skin of my throat, I reached a hand up to grip his head. I leaned my head over to give him more space and parted my lips on a silent moan as he began sucking wet kisses onto my skin. His thrusts sped up and I could tell from the tempo that he was close. I wanted to push him over the edge—far over the edge.

  “Fuck, Blake. You’re so big and hard inside me.” I clenched my eyes closed as I felt my own body start to tighten again. “No one but you. I don’t want anyone but you.” My words seemed to find their intended target because his thrusts reached a tempo that obliterated my ability to do anything but scream in pleasure as I fell headlong into climax again. Blake’s forehead pressed against my shoulder blades, and I felt his hips falter in their rhythm before pressing deep with his own orgasm.