Spring Training

by KB Winters

  “I can’t imagine anything is better than this,” I said skeptically but allowed myself to be pulled back into the cabin. His fingers tangled with mine and I shivered at how just holding hands could be so good with him. I followed him in the direction I’d seen him go earlier and realized it was a large bedroom. When I walked in, he let go of my hand and walked over to the far wall. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he pulled back the fabric and I was treated to the same awe inspiring view from outside. “Geezus.”

  Blake smiled as I walked over to him. “Not quite, but still just as good.”

  I giggled before wrapping my arms around his shoulders again and lifting up on my toes for a kiss. When I pulled back I knew this was it—Blake was it for me.

  “Marry me.”

  His eyes widened at my words before he smiled. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”

  I grinned and shook my head. “This is a new era. If a woman wants something, she’s got to go after it.”

  “Is that so?” He asked teasingly. He shifted and I went with his motions until the back of my knees hit what I assumed was the bed.

  “Yup,” I replied. I let myself go limp and trusted him to place me onto the bed gently. His strength was definitely one thing I wanted to see more in action. When my back hit the bed, I shifted further until my legs no longer hung off the edge. Blake followed, his hands brushing up and down my sides.

  “Well in that case, I accept.” He leaned over me, eyes warm and still reflecting the green and purple lights of the sky. I turned my head slightly marveling at how the windows made it seem like we were underneath the star-filled sky.

  “Make love to me.” My words were whisper soft, but sure. I reached up to bury my hands in the cascade of his hair.

  His response wasn’t verbal and for that I was glad. Our lips met again in a push of emotions, and I felt my heart swell with how much I loved this man. No one else had ever made me feel this way, and I lost myself in our touches not realizing I was softly whispering those words of love.

  “I love you too, baby.” Blake’s lips left mine and I shivered as his declaration washed over me. It was as if the final piece of me had finally slotted into place.

  Our hands moved insistent and restless over one another baring star-kissed skin. Our lips met again and again as our tongues danced and dueled from one warm cavern to another. I sucked on Blake’s tongue not wanting to let him go even as my hands gripped the muscled plane of his back. I gasped when his weight settled more fully over me and our nipples—both sets standing hard—brushed against one another. I don’t know how long we laid there kissing, but when our lips finally parted and his began to trail heat down my neck, I realized my breaths were coming out in pants.

  “You always taste so good,” Blake growled as his teeth nipped softly at the thin skin of my collar bone. My hands rhythmically squeezed at the golden strands between them, but I didn’t try to guide him. I was relaxed completely and content to let him carry me on waves of pleasure.

  “Please,” I gasped when I felt him take my right nipple into his mouth. The heat of him was maddening and I couldn’t help but arch my back in order to get more of that exquisite feeling. He didn’t disappoint. His tongue flicked against the tight nub in his mouth before he started sucking powerfully. The loud groan I let out surprised me, but I relished in how it seemed to make him suck that much harder.

  “Always so sensitive,” he whispered. One of his hands came up and gently squeezed the now slick nipple as he shifted his head to its twin.

  “Only for you,” I moaned spreading my legs. When his body slotted to fit between them, I pushed my hips up to show him what I really needed. “Only for you. Always for you.”

  Blake groaned and I felt his body move as if pushing his cock into the bed. That wasn’t what I wanted at all. I wanted his cock pushing into me until I was lost in the feel of him. I pulled then, using his hair and moving his head back up to mine so I could kiss him deeply. There would be more time—years and decades of it—for us to learn one another completely, but right then I needed to feel him inside.

  “Please,” I repeated, not able to fully articulate right then what I wanted. It seemed that his ability to read my mind came in handy, because he groaned deeply before shifting up. When I felt the head of his cock paint the inside of my thigh with sticky wetness, I whimpered loudly unashamed at my need for him. “Yes,” I hissed. I untangled one hand from his hair and brought it down until I could grip the meat of one of his ass cheeks. “I want that.”

  “Yeah, baby?” He gasped heatedly as if my touch was effecting him as much as his affected me. His hips stuttered pushing his cock closer to where I needed it to go. “You want me to make love to you?”

  “Yes.” My voice was rough and quiet. “Now and tomorrow and every day for the rest of my life. Please, Blake.”

  He leaned up and one of his hands brushed against the hot skin of my cheek. I opened my eyes then, not having realized they were closed and looked up at him. The love in his gaze I knew had to have been reflected in my own and I leaned my head up for a kiss.

  The brush of our lips together was echoed in the brush of his cock against the lips of my cunt and when I parted to let his tongue in, I felt him slide deep inside of me in parallel. My groan was long and drawn out as I felt myself widen to accommodate his thick length. Nerve after nerve fired and it felt like I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock as it slid deep within me. Nothing and no one had ever felt this good.

  “Feels so good,” I gasped against his lips as I let my legs fall open wider. When his hips met mine, we both paused as if to relish in how well we fit together. Soon though, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I tightened my grip on the meat of his ass and pushed my hips up driving him inside me even more.

  “Geezus,” Blake huffed out.

  I grinned against his lips and parroted his earlier words. “Not quite but still just as good.” His chuckle vibrated within me and I found myself gasping again at the feeling. Still, it did the job of making him move and I moaned as his hips slide back until the head of him remained ensconced in my pulsing pussy. I could feel the muscles in my cunt tighten as if trying to draw him back in, and I was rewarded with a sharp thrust as he buried himself deeply inside of me once again.

  Our movements were unhurried but no less heated. One of Blake’s hands gripped my hip tightly while the other curled around the back of my neck allowing me to lean up for more of our heated kisses. Time had no meaning as the lights of the night sky lit up our bodies in a dazzling display. Even when I closed my eyes, I could still see fireworks of light shooting around me, and I let myself be swept away in a sea of feeling. Nothing mattered then; not my mother, not Davis and definitely not figuring out how to move my life up to Kenai. All that mattered was the feeling of love between Blake and me and the realization I’d found the one person who was made just for me.

  As our bodies tightened together pushing us both into the abyss of climax, I threw my head back with a moan of pleasure and squeezed my eyes closed until I could feel two twin drops of water squeeze out. I was sure when we came down from our highs, Blake would ask me about my tears and I’d reassure him I was all right. Until then, I just held him tightly and let my heart swell with the knowledge that while the path I took wasn’t conventional, it had led me exactly to where I needed to be.

  “Are you okay, baby?”

  I smiled softly at Blake’s words. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by his ocean blue eyes that were filled with warmth and love for me. I wasn’t perfect and neither was Blake, but in the end, I knew we were perfect for each other.

  And Mommy Dearest and Davis could do whatever the hell they wanted.

  ~ T H E E N D ~

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  Spring Training Deleted Scene


  “I can’t believe this is really happening.”

  “Believe it, baby,” Justin said, lounging back against the kitchen island. He watched me with a slow grin as I spun around the massive kitchen. My eyes went wide, trying to take it all in. I’d seen the kitchen before, during a couple of visits since spring training, but somehow, now that it was more than a weekend crash pad, it was like seeing it for the first time.

  My eyes roved over the sparkling stainless steel appliances, gleaming marble counters, dark wood breakfast table, and the view of the pool and backyard through the French doors before moving back to Justin. I smiled at him as a shiver of an entirely different kind of anticipation skittered down my spine.

  He returned my grin and beckoned for me. “This is all yours now.”

  I arched an eyebrow but didn’t voice my objections. It was Justin’s house. His beautiful, eight-thousand square foot, suburban palace in the outskirts of Oklahoma City. The sprawling house sat inside a gated community, where most of our neighbors were retired rich people and other players of the Warriors team. I was living with him until I found a job, after that…well, that was still undecided. I couldn’t imagine life without the man standing just a few feet away from me. The man who made me feel like a complete sex goddess every day since I met him. I never wanted to leave, ever.

  I took a casual step toward him and smiled at the way his eyes raked over my body. Justin never missed a thing. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried to drag me upstairs yet,” I teased, walking my fingers up his hard chest. He wore a faded, vintage-style Warriors tee and a pair of jeans that fit him like they’d been hand tailored to his every line and muscle. Hell, for all I knew, they had been tailored. Justin certainly didn’t have a problem flashing his cash. A trait I was gradually getting used to.

  He grinned, his eyes turning dark and wicked. He looped his arms around my waist and let his hands wander freely over my ass. When his fingertips reached the frayed hem of my cut-offs, he lightly squeezed on of my ass cheeks. Molten heat poured from his touch, lighting me on fire. I bit my lower lip as a soft moan escaped. “You’re trouble,” I teased. I worked my fingers up his chest and then along the back of his neck. They got lost in his thick hair and his eyelids slid closed for a moment of indulgence as my nails ran over his scalp.

  His grip on my ass tightened as he dragged me fully up against him. I gasped at the rock hard package he had. He laughed at the surprise in my eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this day for too damn long, baby. I’ve got you all night and I’m memorizing every moment. I got time.”

  The urgency building between my thighs wanted to argue.

  I cocked my head at him. “Well, in that case, I suppose I should get started on the unpacking…” I teased.

  He chuckled. “Not a chance.” His lips crushed onto mine and all thoughts dissolved.

  Before meeting Justin, I’d never even had an orgasm, but in the months since, he’d given me hundreds. My body knew exactly what he could do and wanted him all the time. While I was living in Florida, finishing up my final semester of college, we’d sexted, shared steamy video chats, and even had good old-fashioned phone sex.

  One night when I’d been out with friends at a bar, he’d made me go to the bathroom and finger myself while he talked dirty in my ear. I’d gone from pure and virginal to sex kitten in a matter of months, and while sometimes I wondered if I was in way over my head—maybe it was all too much, too soon—Justin would send a huge basket of flowers or chocolate. To anyone else in the world, he was a pro-ball player with a mean streak but with me, he was a big fucking pussy cat. He was a commanding man—no doubt. He knew what he wanted, and how he wanted it, but he wasn’t a bully. Far from it.

  I trusted him with my life. And more than that, I’d fallen completely in love with him.

  Justin ran his hand down the back of my leg and pulled it up to wrap around his narrowed hips. I rocked against him, cursing the layers of denim between us. He pulled away from the kiss and grinned down at me., tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Still want to unpack?”

  I shook my head.

  “Good.”

  In a flurry of a motion, he backed me up and then swung me up over his shoulder. A startled yelp turned to a laugh as he carried me, fireman style, out of the kitchen.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he confessed at the bottom of the back stairs.

  I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Glad to know I could make a dream come true.”

  Justin chuckled and slapped me playfully on the ass as he carried me up the stairs as though I weighed nothing more than a backpack or one of his duffel bags. “No, that’s the part that’s coming next.”

  A dark fantasy took root, wondering where his mind was planning to take the night. Over the weeks and months apart, he’d shared all sorts of kinky desires but I was left playing a guessing game as to which one he’d want to start with now that he had me physically back in his bed.

  “I bought some new things since the last time you were here,” he said, moving down the hall toward the master bedroom that alone was nearly twice the size of my entire apartment back in Florida.

  He kicked through the door and deposited me on the massive California king-size bed. He lingered over me, his eyes sparkling with lust and mischief, and then moved away.

  I whimpered, already missing the heat of him against my body.

  He stripped off his shirt and I stopped whining.

  Justin’s body was something ripped from a movie poster. He wasn’t just hot, he was volcanic. Every muscle was on display as he balled the shirt up and tossed it across the room. I smiled and wriggled on the bed. “You’re getting sloppy,” I teased. “That wouldn’t have even cleared the plate.”

  His eyes snapped to mine and he laughed. “You know what happens when you poke the bear, baby.”

  I laughed as he crawled on all fours toward me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and dragged his mouth to mine. “I’m willing to risk it,” I whispered.

  Justin’s hands moved down my body and found the edge of my tank top. He peeled it off of me and then, with two flicks, had my bra undone and sailing across the room to join his t-shirt. His jeans went next, then my cut-off shorts. He left my panties on and teased me over the thin, now soaking wet fabric.

  Our bare skin melded together and he rolled us over until I straddled him. I dropped my head back, letting my hair tease my back as he palmed my breasts. “Such beautiful titties,” he breathed. “Damn I’ve missed them.”

  My pussy was achy and pulsed on the inside as I rubbed against him.

  He sat up, bracing against the headboard, and dipped his head to suck a nipple between his lips. I gasped at the roiling sensations and rocked my hips a little faster. His cock was rock hard and teasing my clit with each bucking motion. I drew a groan from him and he rolled me back over. He hovered above me, his skin dancing against mine, as he kept himself braced on his forearms. “My beautiful, impatient girl.”

  I laughed softly and ran my fingers through his hair. I loved grabbing a handful of his hair. “What did you buy?” I asked, taking the bait he’d laid out minutes before.

  “I’m so glad you asked,” he replied with a crooked grin. He pushed off me and knelt beside me on the bed. He reached for my wrist and tugged it gently to one side of the bed. He leaned forward and produced a long, navy silk tie. I couldn’t be sure how it was fastened to the bed, but it was long enough to reach and tie around my wrist. After securely knotting one side, he went to the other. When I was fully tied to the bed, he lowered himself back on top of me and kissed my neck. “When I bought them, I was thinking about that night in the team locker room. I had you tied up with k-tape, fucking you from behind in the shower. Your body all wet and slippery.” He groaned into my neck, his breath hot and thick on my skin. “Fuck, baby, that was so damn hot.”

  I arched, my body reminding me of the night. It was only the second time Justin and I had been together. Everything about
it had felt dark and dangerous. Sneaking into the team locker room, the way he’d stripped me out in the open, and the forbidden game he’d taught me.

  “We never got to finish,” Justin continued, lowering down my body.

  My thighs quivered as his lips moved over my breasts, stopping to nibble and taste along the way, and then over my belly. He raked his fingertips along the insides of my thighs. I wanted to reach for him, to dig my nails into his hair and drag his face right where I wanted—needed!—him, but my attempt only reminded me that I was powerless. Justin was going to use my body however he wanted—for as long as he wanted…

  And I couldn’t fucking wait.

  He peeled my panties from me in a painstakingly slow motion. His eyes met mine as he lowered them down my thighs. When his eyes dropped to my pussy, a jolt of pleasure raced through me. I loved watching him watch me. The lust and desire in his eyes made me feel like I was the only woman he’d ever been with. The only pussy he’d ever been lost inside.

  Justin brushed his finger down my slit and I raised my hips, desperate for more. My wrists strained at the knots and Justin smiled darkly. “You’re on my time now, baby girl, and I’m going to make you wait.”

  I swore through my teeth and he chuckled.

  He pushed deeper and circled my clit. A hiss escaped my lips. The slow torture of it got me hotter than anything. Being at his mercy, knowing he was going to wring out every last drop was enough to get me on the brink of coming with hardly a touch.

  He fingered me slowly, not letting me get into a groove or rhythm. His dark eyes watched me squirm and wriggle. I arched and begged and pleaded and swore. Pressure and pleasure coiled together, building like a tightly locked spring deep inside me.

  He finally slid his finger deep inside my tight pussy and pumped it faster, letting me find an edge of relief. My eyes closed and I prepared to let myself get carried away by his touch. The man could make me come a dozen times with little effort. He was that good with his fingers.