The Closer (All About the Diamond #5)

by Naomi Springthorp

  I nod, “I love it, D.” He leans in to kiss me, getting even deeper, “More.”

  “Soon, baby.” He sits back up, “You’re beautiful.” He strokes into me slow, “There’s still more for you.” He circles my clit, teasing as he closes in on it, and he has me tightly wound. He strokes into me harder and finally works my clit. The thunder wins and I’m coming hard around him in darkness. I’m lost again, each time seeming to be further gone and more his.

  “D! Fuck. D!” He grabs my legs and bends me in half, pounding into me hard and I come again instantly. “D! Fuck, Super D! So deep.” I scream out of my mind being pulled from my darkness and suddenly warm all over.

  He’s out of breath, “So deep, baby. You’re my girl. I’m coming with you.” Suddenly slamming into me even harder, “Fuck. Fuck! Angie, I need you.” I reach for him blindly in my state of bliss and we move together. My hands are on his back, holding him while his warm cum fills me. Our hearts pound together, hot and out of control, “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, too,” the words escape my lips without even thinking. They’ve been hiding there, behind my lips and captured by my left-brain. Maybe I’ve loved him for years. He kisses me and I can feel the grin on his face broaden.

  Chapter Eleven

  Angie

  I wake up in the middle of the night hungry with D on top of me and I’ve got to pee. His arms are wrapped around me. I love it. I start to slide out from under him and he grabs my hand, so I can’t leave. He immediately locks his fingers with mine and that’s all it takes to bring the thunder back. “I’m not leaving. I need to pee.” He opens his eyes and gazes at me full of concern as he releases my hand. I stand up and start walking to the bathroom.

  “I always use a condom, but I didn’t with you. I’m not apologizing. I know what I did and I didn’t pull out. You’re perfect. I love you and it felt like the right thing to do. When I’m in you, I want to stay there.”

  My back to him, I close my eyes as his cum runs down my thigh. Last night is blurry. I remember he’s truly the Super D and he showed me he can take control, but wants more. It’s one night, I’m sure it won’t be a problem. There have been a couple broken condoms in my past and they worked out okay. I could get a Plan B pill, but I don’t want to. What does that mean? I don’t want to? I pee and find I’m cleaning up more from last night than I thought was possible.

  Angie

  His alarm goes off and he talks to me with his arms around me warm and protective, “The last thing I want to do this morning is leave you in my bed alone. I have to get ready and go to the stadium. No BP today and I understand if you don’t want to get out of bed in time to go to the game. You don’t have to.” He kisses my forehead, “I love you, my beautiful girl.”

  I groan and don’t open my eyes, grabbing his pillow to snuggle with. He goes about his morning getting ready and I go back to sleep. But as soon as the penthouse is empty, my brain won’t stop replaying everything that happened last night. It’s when I remember I told him he could do whatever he wanted, I was his and he chose to come inside me every time. I didn’t care last night when it was happening and he was in control. Fuck, I love it when he’s in control. He wants me to stay here with him and he wants to get me pregnant. He loves me.

  Text to Lucy - How’s business?

  Text from Lucy - What happened?

  Text to Lucy - Just checking in… Geez

  Text from Lucy - You know I’m not working. It’s Sunday.

  Text to Lucy - You need me back at the office?

  Text from Lucy - I’m Wonder Woman, I can do it all.

  Text from Lucy - Run a business, generate new clients, and plan a wedding at the same time.

  Text from Lucy - Piece of cake when you have a magic lasso.

  Text to Lucy - I wasn’t trying to extend my getaway

  My phone rings and it’s Lucy, “What?”

  “Hello my missing partner. What’s going on there? First, is he the one or not?”

  “He’s the one.”

  “Um, really? I mean, I knew he was, but you agreed too easily.”

  “I love him. He loves me. He kisses like sin. He’s hung like a donkey. He wants me to stay.”

  “Hhhhmmmm, you had guy sex.”

  “Maybe, okay yes. I had guy sex, but it was only at first and I…”

  “Finish your sentence. I hate it when you do this. Use your damn words.”

  “I like it when he’s in control. I love his hands on me. He makes me feminine,” I surprise myself with my words and feminine tone.

  “You need to come home now. You sound like a girl. You’re obviously ill. What did you do with Angie?”

  “That’s what I was afraid of. It’s him, not me. I’m coming home.”

  “Wait. Is he what you want?”

  “I’d like to stay in his bed and never leave.”

  “I’m sure he’d provide you room and board for your services.”

  “Not funny!”

  “Sorry, it was too easy.”

  “Where’s your manpiece?”

  “I stayed home, didn’t go to his place this weekend.”

  “You haven’t spent a week without him in… ever.”

  “He may have pissed me off and turned into a stupid man.”

  “Passing or are we going to talk about it?”

  “The pre-marital course is working out much better for you than it is for me.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Me, too. Could be a deal breaker.”

  “Pick me up at the airport tonight?”

  “I’ll be there.”

  She needs me. I need to get my head straight. I need to go home. Tears roll down my face. I’m not one of those women who cry at everything. I can come back in a few days. I’m not leaving him forever. Shit. I need to tell him I’m leaving. He’s not going to like it.

  Text to D - Do you have a few minutes before the game?

  Text from D - I’ll find you pregame behind home plate

  Text to D - Somewhere more private maybe?

  Text from D - What do you have in mind?

  Text to D - I need to talk to you.

  Text to D - I like your idea better

  I get dressed and pack while I wait for him to respond. I hear the elevator close and turn around to find him standing in the doorway behind me.

  “Where are you going? Tell me you’re moving into my bedroom,” D waits for an answer.

  “That’s what I need to talk to you about. Lucy needs me back at the office to help her with some drama.” I walk toward him and reach my arms up around his neck, “I’m going home to take care of business and I’ll be back. I’m not leaving you. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m yours. No other guys for me. Only you, D.”

  “Wait until after the game and I’ll go with you. I’m off tomorrow and don’t have to report in until noon on Tuesday.”

  “This will take a few days to fix and part of the problem is her fiancé. Having you there probably won’t help.”

  “Are you sure it’s work? Not me?”

  “Lucy needs me. She can’t run the business by herself and deal with her personal drama at the same time.” I take a deep breath, “I need to get my head straight and get the logistics figured out.”

  “Please don’t leave.”

  “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. Hopefully I’ll be back in four or five days.” I caress his cheek, “I love you, D.”

  He smiles at me, “I love you, too.” He takes my hands in his, “Okay, we’re together and you’ll come back to me or I’ll go to you, whatever we have to do. We’ll call and text everyday.”

  “Yes we will. We have most days since we met.”

  He lifts me up and hugs me, “I have to get back before I’m missing.”

  Silent tears stream down my cheeks, I hug his neck and talk into his ear, “Play hard and win, I’ll be watching every game. Tell Carter I need a permanent access card ready for me when I get back. I can’t beli
eve it took me so long to find you. You’re the one. I’ll be back to you soon.”

  He sets me down on my feet and walks into the other room. He comes back to me, “I don’t like not having enough time to do what I want to do. I want you to live here, take the key with you. This is your place, too.” He kisses me goodbye and he’s not happy about it. I’m not either. He turns and as he’s running to the door, “I’m going to make you my wife someday. You know that, right?”

  “You make me happy, D.”

  He’s smiling when the elevator door closes, but it’s as fake as mine. Why am I doing this? I need to get back to the office and help Lucy. Some space will be a good thing. I can do this.

  Houck

  I hate that she’s leaving. She isn’t supposed to be leaving yet. I should have at least another day. I have things I wanted to do. I wanted to put the key to my place on a nice key ring before I gave it to her. I wanted to buy a piece of jewelry for her, so she could wear it and remember me. I want her to have me with her. I stop in at Carter’s office on my way back in and have a seat.

  He looks up from his desk, “What can I help you with today?”

  “Angie’s gone for a few days, can you get a permanent access card ready for her?”

  “No problem. Anything else?”

  “Can you get a key ring engraved for her and delivered to her at her office tomorrow with some flowers? A nice sterling silver or something, engraved with D loves Ang. Long-stemmed red roses, not the cheap ones. At least a dozen of them.”

  “I’ll get on it right now.”

  “Thanks,” I get up and go work out, trying to get my mind off it. She said she’s coming back, she’s not leaving me. Last night was crazy. She loves me. Everything is fine. I’ll talk to her tonight. I need to focus on the game.

  I watch the game from the bullpen and get stretched out. I did more than I should’ve last night, I need to make up for it. It was more than worth it. It would be worth it everyday. The game is going slow, mostly because I have her on my mind and she’s not here. I’m watching the score and I doubt I get called in to pitch. Seals win 9-4, no need for a closer.

  Text to Angie - Thinking about you. Message me when you land.

  Angie

  Text to D - Landed. Thought about you the whole flight home

  Text from D - Your flight to San Diego is your flight home

  Text to D - I know. I’ll be home to you soon, D.

  Text to D - Lucy’s picking me up, I’ll call later

  Lucy pulls up and I put my luggage in her hatchback. I hop in the passenger seat, “Hi, thanks for picking me up.”

  She simply stares at me, “Who are you and what did you do with Angie?”

  “What are you talking about?” I laugh.

  “You have a grin plastered on your face that I’ve never seen before and your voice is all light and breezy. Are you actually happy? It’s a new look on you. I hope it doesn’t affect the logical side of your brain. I need that part for business.”

  “I haven’t changed. I was only gone a few days. I do have some things to talk to you about. But first, take me home and tell me about the potential deal breaker with your stupid man.”

  On the drive to my third floor apartment, Lucy tells me all about her fiancé and his inability to compromise. She finally gets to the things she won’t compromise on, primarily other women. Apparently, the weekends together because they live two hours apart hasn’t been enough. He’s been spending the night with other women when they’re not together. To quote Lucy, “He said it doesn’t matter. It’s in a whole different zip code.” She’s not a happy camper, but better to find out now. She’s already made her decision and she’s done with him. Which I figure is her being tough to get through it, until she giggles at an alert on her phone.

  “What’s that about?”

  “Oh, this? Nothing,” she giggles some more.

  “It doesn’t look like nothing.”

  “I figured the quickest way to get over it would be to move on. I joined this dating app. These guys are fun and some of them are cute.”

  I shake my head at her, but if it helps her get over the jerk then I’m fine with it. It’s much better than helping her pick up the pieces and having her be a complete mess. We agree to sit down and discuss business tomorrow.

  I get unpacked and start the laundry. If I’m doing this, I need to be ready. I’ve been considering the logistics and a plan I need to talk to D about. He’s probably not going to be a fan, but it makes sense. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Am I moving to the other side of the country for a man? For the Super D? It’s all for Doug.

  I call him, and he answers on the first ring, “Hey, beautiful. I miss you.”

  I giggle, “Don’t be silly. I just left today.” I pick on him, but it’s the truth. I get warm all over simply hearing his voice over the phone, “I miss you, too.”

  “When are you coming home?”

  “Discussing it with Lucy tomorrow, when we handle the business drama. What do you think about me keeping my apartment here and staying here when you’re on road trips? Not permanently, but I’ll need to be here sometimes for business and it’ll help Lucy be okay with my move. Then we can figure out everything else in the offseason, maybe you can help me finish moving then? It’s only five months.”

  “You’ll be here with me when I’m home?”

  “That’s the idea. There may be minor schedule snafus, but in general we’d come and go on the same days. I might not need to go every time you do and I’ve been hoping I might get to go on a road trip with you,” I smile at the idea of road tripping like a baseball groupie.

  “It’s better to wait until the offseason, as long as you’ll be here. It’ll be six months, Seno says we’re going to the series this year. Plan on being booked for post-season and spending October with me.”

  I love the confidence and how the team believes it’s their year. The way they play, it wouldn’t surprise me. “I can’t wait to spend post-season with you!” I have tears in my eyes again, softly, “D, are we crazy?”

  “I’m crazy in love with you. Come home soon, baby.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Angie

  Monday

  Lucy agrees with my plan to move to San Diego half the time and hopes I will find us more clients there. I left out how I’ll be moving there full-time in the off-season. Things change. I may need to be here some for business still.

  The office drama isn’t bad. Dealing with the sales end of things isn’t Lucy’s strong suit. She’s going to have to get better at it. I spend most of the day on the phone with clients and schedule a couple meetings for later in the week. D’s going to hate it, but business is business. I need to get better at using my virtual office and contacting clients through the internet and phone instead of walking into their office anyway. It would give me more time if I wasn’t driving between clients.

  Lucy carries in a crystal vase of long stemmed red roses while I’m on a call and sits there in front of my desk waiting for me to get off the phone. There’s at least two dozen dark velvety red roses. I hang up the phone and the smile grows on my face. “They came with this fancy blue box. Open it!” I take the card from the flowers and open it.

  Angie—You mean more to me than you know. I’m going to show you how much you mean to me everyday. I can’t wait to have you back in my arms. I love you.—D

  “What the hell? You’re doing it again! That happy smile,” Lucy snatches the card from my fingers. She reads the card and shakes her head, “What’d he do to you?”

  She tosses the box to me and I open it to find a key ring with a shiny silver heart shaped tag. It’s engraved with D loves Ang. There’s a note in the box and it reads “Key to my heart and my home. Love you, Ang.”

  I send D a picture of the flowers and the key ring with a thank you and heart emojis. I get a response of heart emojis back.

  “Seriously?” Lucy walks around behind me to be nosey over my shoulder. “Fine, i
t’s sweet.”

  “He gave me a house key before I left yesterday. You should see his place.”

  “You mean your new place?”

  Huh, “Yes.” I try to maintain my smile, but I can’t. There’s no way. I show Lucy photos of D and tell her about the photo I found on his nightstand. “Did I tell you I live in a penthouse now?” I laugh at the whole thing. This is my life.

  Angie

  My phone rings about 10pm, “Hello?”

  “I wish you were with me today.”

  “I do, too. The roses are beautiful and I put my keys on the key ring you sent. Thank you.”

  “You deserve more,” I can hear his smile through the phone.

  “Lucy is on board with me moving. I have client meetings on Thursday. I’ll be back on Friday.”

  “Can’t you meet with your clients sooner and come home to me?”

  “I need time to pack anyway. I’m moving in. I need to bring my stuff, right?”

  “Alright, I get it. Clothes don’t pack themselves. Pack up boxes of whatever you want to bring with you and I’ll get them shipped for you. There’s two walk-in closets in the master bedroom, one of them is empty and waiting for you. I’ll be patient, I’ve waited fifteen years and it’s only a few days.” His voice changes, lower and raspy, “I love you, Ang. Now that I have you, I never want to be away from you.”

  Tuesday

  I meet Lucy for lunch and go to a couple clients. I spend half the day packing and surveying my apartment, considering what should go and what should stay. Where did all this crap come from? I pack up most of my clothes and shoes I won’t be wearing this week. I toss my favorite blanket in a box, along with my photos, and things I’ve collected following D over the years. Everything else can wait or go with me on the plane.