Spring Training

by KB Winters

  A loud bell chimed and my eyes flew back open again. I pulled too hard and hurt my wrists as they tugged harshly at their restraints.

  “Fuck!” Justin growled in the direction of the bedroom door when the chime sounded a second time.

  “Is that the doorbell?” I panted, struggling to sit up.

  “Hold on.” He jumped off the bed and went to the hall. Moments later he burst through the bedroom door, irritation flooding his usually calm expression. “Fuck!” He bent to snap up his jeans from the floor. He rammed his thick, muscular legs into them, not bothering with his boxers.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice frantic. I pulled at the silk scarves. “Who is it?”

  Justin raked his hands through his hair. “The team.”

  “What?” I hissed, struggling with more vigor. It was pointless. Justin knew his knots. I wasn’t getting out without his help.

  “The team’s here.” Justin pulled on his t-shirt. “They wanted to come over for a housewarming thing this weekend. I told them we’d be here around six-thirty. I didn’t think to cancel when your plane got delayed…fuck!”

  “The team? No! No, no, no.” I wriggled harder. “Justin! Get me loose!”

  He started for the door. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ll get rid of the fuckers.”

  “No!”

  “No?”

  “I mean, if you said we’d do a housewarming then don’t you think we should?”

  “Hell no!” He boomed. “I wanna get back to what we were doing. I didn’t even get you off yet.”

  “Tell me about it,” I pouted, forgiving myself a moment of self-pity. “But come on, they all came over, we can’t just send them packing because my flight got screwed up.”

  “You sure?”

  I nodded and he lurched forward and went to work releasing one of my hands, then the other. Once freed, I sprang off the bed, buck naked, and bolted for my skimpy cut-off shorts. I pulled on my tank top, realizing a moment too late my bra was MIA and my nipples made the thin top a little too X-rated for a housewarming party.

  He cocked his head at me.

  I squeezed my eyes closed. “It’s fine. I just need something else to wear. Can you go down and get my suitcases?”

  Justin moved to a set of double doors and flung them open. “Actually, I got you something to wear.”

  “You did?” I asked as the doorbell chimed again.

  “Okay! Okay I’m coming.” He ducked into the cavernous room and came back with a coral sundress that looked both effortlessly casual and heinously expensive at the same time. “I saw it in a store yesterday and thought you’d look fucking hot wearing it.”

  I took the dress, my assumptions as to its price instantly confirmed at the butter-soft texture of the fabric. “Thank you, Justin. It’s perfect!” The strapless number was in my size and for a second, I wondered how he knew what size I wore but then decided it didn’t matter.

  He kissed my forehead. “I’ll go let them in. If you’re sure?”

  I nodded. “I’m sure. Buy me a few minutes, okay?”

  He agreed and slipped out of the master bedroom. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and tame my almost-sex hair. I needed another coat of lipstick, but everything else looked good. The dress fit like a glove and was lined well enough that I didn’t need to find my wayward bra. I also opted out of slipping back into my soaking panties. I’d have to go commando for the party—a little factoid that was sure to drive Justin completely insane. I grinned at myself in the mirror just thinking about the look on his face when I’d get a chance to whisper that little detail into his ear.

  I shook my head and laughed softly at myself. There were moments I wasn’t even sure if anything around me was real. Was I really standing, barefoot, in the middle of the sleek, upscale bathroom that looked like it had fallen out of the pages of a home design magazine? Waiting to go downstairs to my boyfriend and world-famous superstar baseball player?

  If it was all a dream, it was a damn good one.

  Downstairs, I was surprised to find nearly two dozen people had flooded the main living space and the kitchen beyond it. Justin’s eyes found mine while I was still descending the stairs. He grinned and my belly flip-flopped. He raised a hand and gestured at me. “Baby, get over here, let me show you off.”

  I smiled even as a hint of heat rushed over my cheeks as all eyes turned to me. Conversations lulled and silenced. I’d met a handful of the players since my dad managed the team, but the roster had changed and it was the beginning of a new season so there were some unfamiliar faces mixed in with the ones I already knew. Not to mention the horde of Barbie-look-alikes wandering the room or standing together in small clusters of perfection. That was the real problem—the wives and girlfriend club. If I didn’t get along with them, things were going to be uncomfortable. Growing up in the pro baseball world, I’d heard way too many horror stories of the women who ran afoul of the WAGs club.

  Chelsea, Cody Wrights lady, was there with Robbie’s girl, Paris and they looked as put off by the Barbie clique as I did. I’d have to go say hello. They may be able to save me from this.

  “This is Grace Mansfield. Reminder, her dad can crush you like a fucking bug, so play nice gentlemen,” Justin teased.

  A chorus of good-natured laughs followed his joke. “Thanks for coming over,” I tacked on, although I was pretty sure Justin and I would have been quite fine on our own.

  Everyone went back to their conversations and Justin dropped a kiss to my lips before leaning in. “Three hours, then I’m kicking them all out and taking you back up to bed,” he growled into my ear.

  I laughed and ran my hand down his chest. “Sure thing, sexy.”

  We wandered through the party, greeting everyone and doing the best to small talk and keep our hands off each other. At one point, Justin left me with a group of ladies and wandered off to go get us a few drinks. Everyone had brought some kind of dish with them. A couple platters of chicken wings were spread out across the kitchen island, with bowls of fruit, crackers, chips, and miniature sandwiches on the table in the eating nook. I was helping myself to a plate when a petite blonde I hadn’t yet met approached me.

  “I’m Kedra,” she said.

  “Hi. Uhm…Kendra?”

  “No.” She soured. “Kedra.”

  “Right. Uhm, it’s nice to meet you. Grace.”

  Her lips turned into a shriveled pout as she surveyed the food. “I don’t eat anything with gluten. Do you have anything else?”

  My gaze dropped to the veggie tray that took up the center of the table, but I didn’t say anything. Instead, I looked up, smiled and nodded. This was a whole new world. I figured it’d be best to play nice with Kedra. “I’m sure there’s something. I’ll see what Justin has in the pantry,” I told her, moving for the door off the kitchen.

  Without so much as a thank you, the blonde tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder and sashayed away.

  I rolled my eyes and yanked open the pantry door. The huge butler’s pantry was equipped with more cupboards than I knew what to do with and well-stocked by Justin’s so-called household assistant. I dug into the baskets along one wall, looking for anything with a gluten-free label on the packaging.

  The door opened and I turned around, expecting to see the gluten-free blonde. “I’m sure there’s—” I stopped short, catching Justin in my peripheral.

  “What are you doing in here?”

  The pantry door shut and before I could answer, he was behind me, his lips and tongue teasing the sweet spot on my neck. His cock strained against his jeans and pushed between my ass cheeks. He reached up the side of my dress and groaned. “No panties? You’re fucking killing me, baby.”

  I grinned. “Are you hiding from your own party?” I asked when he took a breath.

  He flashed a wicked grin. “Yes. And now, so are you.”

  “I’m supposed to be looking for gluten-free crackers…” I mumbled.

  He scoffed and went bac
k to kissing the side of my neck.

  Hard to argue.

  Justin spun me around and effortlessly lifted me up onto the counter. He pushed my legs apart and the smell of sex and excitement filled the space between us. “Justin—” I hissed, the objection melting away almost as soon as I voiced it. His lips went to the insides of my thighs, alternating in hot trails of kisses that were clearly on a one-track mission.

  I squirmed and arched back, torn between wanting his mouth on my begging clit and wanting to avoid embarrassment on a level that a Richter-scale wouldn’t even be able to calculate. This was my first time meeting the entire team—let alone hosting a real, adult party. I couldn’t get caught messing around in the pantry!

  Justin’s lips moved over my lips and my head dropped back.

  Fuck the rules.

  Legs spread, his face buried between my thighs, on the verge of nirvana.

  My fingers gripped the marble counter top so tight I was afraid I might tear the damn thing right off. Justin slid a finger inside me and crooked the tip just slightly. That was my undoing. A yelp slipped past my tightly sealed lips and I came hard all over his face. I muffled my own moans with the back of my hand as dizzying waves of pleasure rolled over me.

  He finally released me and I breathlessly sagged back against the open shelving. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he lapped my juices from his fingers and then wiped his hands on a kitchen towel to the left of the wine fridge.

  Before I could find the words, he slipped out of the pantry.

  I allowed another minute to collect myself and check the back of my dress for wet spots. When I was assured everything was in order, I went back on the hunt and found a bag of crackers that wouldn’t upset Kedra—not Kendra’s—system.

  As I rejoined the party I scanned each face, wondering if they knew what Justin had just done to me on the other side of the door. No one seemed suspicious but my cheeks were on fire anyway. I couldn’t find the blonde in the thinning crowd and finally chucked the bag of crackers on the table and went outside to find Justin. He was talking with Cody and Trey, two other high-profile guys on the team.

  “I think I’m going to make a new rule…” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and thick. “You’re never wearing panties again. Knowing you’re strutting around all this guys with nothing on under your dress has me so damn hard, baby.”

  I took his hand when I joined the conversation and when there was a lull, I asked if he could come help me with something in the other room.

  He masked his suspicion well, but gave me a knowing grin when we were back inside. I led the way to the powder room and locked the door behind us.

  “Couldn’t wait?” he teased.

  I surged up onto my tiptoes and kissed him. He returned it, hard and fast, eager for more. Every nerve in my body was firing off the charts. I’d never felt so desperate before.

  I reached for the front of his jeans and made quick work of his fly.

  Justin’s eyes went wide but he didn’t object. I stroked his cock and moaned softly. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he instructed, his eyes dark as he watched me pleasure him.

  I met his eyes. “I want you.”

  He leaned closer and cupped the side of my face. “You want me to fuck you?”

  I whimpered and nodded frantically. “I want you to fuck me so hard. Right here.”

  A dark smile cut across his handsome face. He grabbed my hips, spun me around, and waited for me to brace myself against the pedestal sink. “Hopefully this sink can take a pounding. ‘Cause, baby, I know you can.”

  Heat flickered at every inch of my skin. Liquid pooled between my thighs as my pussy ached and throbbed. His cock bobbed against my ass and I ground my teeth to keep from crying out. Justin didn’t make me wait for long. He slid his hands up the outside of my thighs, hiking my dress up over my hips. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show me that pink pussy.”

  I did as he asked and watched in the large mirror over the sink as his eyes dipped to examine every inch. He made an appreciative groan and then pressed the tip of his velvet smooth cock against my opening. He teased me, slipping in and out a few times before he grabbed a hold of my hips and buried himself into me.

  I bit into my cheek to keep myself from crying out.

  “Tease your clit, baby. I want to watch you.”

  A moan slipped from me at his dirty suggestion. I reached between my thighs and made circles around my swollen clit while he fucked me hard and fast from behind.

  “Ready to try something new?” he asked, his breathing labored as he continued to thrust inside me.

  My eyes went wide but I nodded. I trusted him.

  A grin hitched one side of his mouth and he moved a hand from my hip. Half a heartbeat later, I realized what he was planning when he ran the pad of his thumb over my tight asshole. I bucked back, surprised at the sensations and Justin buried his cock even deeper. I felt his balls slap against me and a groan ripped from me before I could bite it back.

  “You like that, baby?” He asked, thrusting even harder.

  His thumb entered me and my eyes slammed shut against a shower of stars. “Fuck!” I bit out.

  Justin laughed out loud, but I no longer cared who could hear us.

  He came hard inside me and the throbbing of his cock as he spilled himself into me tipped me over the edge. Everything in me went tight and then burst all at once like the Fourth of July fireworks.

  Justin braced his hands on the sink, beside mine, and we both caught our breath. When he looked up, I caught his eyes in the mirror. “We should do this more often,” I said.

  “Fuck in the bathroom?”

  I laughed. “Throw housewarming parties.”

  He chuckled and slapped me lightly on the ass. “I figure we can’t get arrested if we’re in our own home.”

  We pulled ourselves together and then slipped out of the bathroom. As Justin shut the door, I noticed a couple at the other end of the hall give us a strange look. My cheeks warmed and I knew I probably resembled a hothouse tomato.

  Justin did that “bro-nod” thing guys do and I rolled my eyes. The blonde reached for her boyfriend’s hand and started to lead him out of the hallway.

  Still dazed, it took me a moment to realize who the girl was. “Oh! I found some crackers for you!”

  She scowled. “Eww. No thanks.”

  “She’s just jealous, baby. Shake it off.”

  I shrugged. “Trust me, she wasn’t high on my list of people to hang out with.”

  He kissed the side of my head. “We should probably get back to playing hosts.”

  I wrinkled my nose but let him take me back to the living room. A few people had already left and another couple was standing at the door, preparing to head out. Justin raised a hand. “Thanks for coming.”

  A strange giggle escaped my lips and I burrowed my face into his side.

  The couple shuffled out the door and when they closed it, Justin wrapped an arm around me. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked with a laugh. “Don’t go all virginal on me again.”

  I cocked my head and looked up at him. “Wait a minute, I thought that’s how this whole damn thing got started.”

  He laughed louder and pulled me against him a little tighter. “That’s not what it’s about anymore, baby. You know that.”

  I smiled to myself. He was right. I did know.

  We managed to keep our hands to ourselves for the rest of the night. It turned out the people who’d ducked out early weren’t exactly the kind I’d like to hang out with anyway, based on some of the things I overheard once they’d left. Kedra in particular was labeled as a gold-digger who figured she was one broken condom away from a boatload of cash and an engagement ring.

  Justin fired up the grill when the sun started to go down and it was half past ten when we finally ushered the last of our guests out the door.

  “Damn, we sure throw one hell of a housewarming party,” Justin said. “I don’t know about
you, but that was the most fun I’ve ever had at one of these things.”

  I giggled and we waved goodbye to the last of the stragglers as they got into their car. When the last pair of headlights faded from sight in the long driveway, Justin took my hand, closed the front door, and grinned down at me. “Alone at last.”

  I smiled. “What ever will we do now?”

  Justin flashed a smile that made my knees weak. “I didn’t get around to showing you everything I bought.”

  He took my hand and tugged me gently toward the stairs. From the wicked smile on his face, I knew the first night in our new house was going to be a sinful one.

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