Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1)

by Ward,Alice

  My tongue burrowed through her pink flesh and entered her body with a force. I pushed it in and out of her sweetness, watching her as she squirmed and my cock hardened from her taste. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rolling it as my tongue slowly lapped at her inner thighs. She squirmed and moaned as I left her pussy empty, only teasing it with a soft brushing of my tongue as I slid it to her other thigh. I loved teasing her.

  Come one, baby, say it. Don’t make me ask you…

  My tongue skipped past her pussy again, this time moving upward to her belly. She ground her hips towards me, raised her ass off the bed, and let out a soft moan.

  “What do you want, baby?” I whispered, moving between her legs again, blowing gently against her wet pink skin. She knew what I wanted her to say, what I needed her to say.

  “Fuck me, please,” she groaned and stared at me with hungry eyes.

  My mouth lowered to her clit, sucked it into my mouth, and sucked hard enough to make her come on command if I hadn’t let it go. Her moans grew louder and louder as I shoved my fingers inside her warmth. I worked them in and out as she pushed hard against my hand.

  “Fuck me,” she screamed.

  I slid up her body and gripped my cock, teasing her clit while my fingers continued to work in and out. Her hand reached between us and gripped mine tightly, pulling it from between her legs, then licking her juices from my fingers. Soon, she gripped my cock with the same aggression, shoving it between her swollen labia. My heart raced with excitement, and my cock swelled almost painfully as she took on a dominance I had never seen from her before.

  “That’s right, baby. Take what you want.”

  She growled and arched her hips, impaling herself on me even deeper. The pressure soothed my ache, and I thrust hard into her, finally giving her what she had begged for.

  She looked into my eyes and I into hers and felt nothing but love. But as soon as my eyes were closed, I pictured Caroline’s smile, her full breasts and felt her touch.

  I hated myself.

  My cock throbbed and twitched as it dove deeper and deeper into Whitney’s sweet pussy, the only one my cock had ever felt. Fuck, or ever would.

  What is wrong with you, Calvin?

  I couldn’t stay focused, and my erection started to slip away as I stared into Whitney’s innocent eyes. She felt so good, so perfect, why was I having these thoughts? I was a bastard, a horrible bastard.

  “Are you okay?” she asked softly. Oh shit, she knows my erection is fading.

  “I’m good,” I assured her and lowered my mouth onto hers. Our kiss pulled some blood back into my main vein, and I felt it come back to life. I wandered to her breast where I sucked and tugged at her perfect hard nipples, thrusting harder.

  My eyes closed, and I concentrated on keeping my cock hard, focusing on the sweet taste of her nipple and the tightness and warmth that her pussy offered.

  When my thoughts drifted to Caroline, I pushed them away only to be replaced by the brunette’s perfectly shaved pussy. I remembered how it looked bent over Ace’s lap and how soft her flesh felt against my fingers. My cock throbbed as I thought about how it would have felt to just slide them in one time.

  Whitney’s moans were growing, and her body shook, and her legs trembled as she contracted against my cock. I exploded with her, feeling like an ass for thinking of another woman.

  It was the first time I ever had, and certainly, the first time I ever needed to. I’d never had a problem getting off.

  “I love you,” she whispered in my ear.

  “I love you too,” I gasped and then rolled to my back and thought about how big of an ass I was.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

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  Calvin

  The big day finally arrived, and my nerves were on fire, burning under my skin. Ace had already planned a huge party to celebrate at his house after the game because he was one hundred percent certain we would win.

  “Dropped ten grand on the party,” he said right before the game, then warned, “So, don’t fuck up out there, kid.”

  My nerves began to sizzle.

  I took a moment to myself, gathering my thoughts and pulling myself together after the coach had pumped everyone up with a pep talk that sounded more like screaming than anything else. Everyone was psyched, not just us, but the fans, and even the other team who planned on pissing on the new dawgs in town.

  Ace jumped up in my face, letting out a roar as he pounded on his chest, “Beasts!” His breath smelled of whiskey. From the night before, I could only hope.

  We took the field and listened as the fans divided their cheers and boos equally. I had already prepared myself for that, so I shook it off quickly and took my place on the mound. I could barely hear the announcer as he called out the names of the players, but I did hear my own name which sent my nerves into a further frenzy. This was it. The fat lady had already sung the anthem, and the first pitch was thrown out by none other than the owner Rhett Hamilton himself.

  Time to play ball!

  My first pitch was a ball, the second a foul. I took a deep breath and tried to settle down, throwing a fastball which resulted in a base hit. My heart sank as I rolled the ball around my fingers, looking for the seams. My eyes drifted to the seats behind home plate where Whitney and Holly were both cheering us on. I stared at the catcher, finally agreed on the next pitch, nodded and let the ball roll from my arm towards the batter. He swung. He missed. “Strike one!” the umpire yelled, and my confidence rose out of its snooze.

  That inning resulted in nothing more than the lonely player on first base, and my team went wild as they rushed me from the field. By the sixth inning, I’d found my groove and was striking out players one by one as they took their place at bat. Some of the players were ones I’d watched and admired for years. It felt surreal to be out there on the field with them, but fucking incredible to watch them walk back to the dugout defeated.

  I glanced towards the sky box to the left of the owners. The glass was tinted to reflect the glare of the sun, but I thought I could see a glimpse of blonde hair on one of the female shadows that waved an arm in the air. My thoughts drifted to Caroline, and then to Whitney with instant guilt. I pushed everything from my mind and focused on each batter as they approached. I knew them all, had studied them and watched them play. I knew their weaknesses and their strengths and worked that to my advantage with each pitch.

  I was replaced after the seventh inning, the coach walking out to the mound to save my arm. “Terrific job, Calvin,” he said as he took the ball from me and motioned for my replacement. “Helluva job. Couldn’t have asked for anything more.”

  The crowd roared as I walked off the field, the score of 8-0 shining on the board. I hadn’t allowed any runs, and one of those eight belonged to me. I took in the moment, still unable to believe I was here. That I’d made it, and done a damn good job.

  Two innings later, my first major league game was over, and it had sucked watching the last of it from the sidelines. But I’d thrown my hundred pitches, and it was time to rest my arm so I would be fit to throw a hundred more. Again and again and again.

  The game was over, 8-2. We won, we fucking won!

  Marty patted me on the back and congratulated me while Ace snatched me off my feet from behind. I was filled with adrenaline, my body aching to let out a roar and my mind racing as reporters shoved microphones and cameras in my face.

  The locker room was chaotic, and as coach Griffin tried to congratulate us, the team went wild. I watched as he shook his head and laughed before giving up his speech and leaving us to celebrate in our own way.

  “Are you going to Ace’s party?” Marty asked.

  “Yeah,” I said, stripping out of my sweaty uniform. “Are you?”

  He shrugged. “They get pretty wild. I may skip this one.”

  I figured Ace’s parties would be wild, hell everything about the man was wild. I had waited my entire life to be a part of this world, and that included the wild si
de, the winning side.

  There was no way in hell I was going to miss out on this.

  Whitney rushed to my side as I exited the field and jumped into my arms. “You did it!” she squealed.

  “We did it,” I corrected her. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”

  I knew that was true. She pushed me to keep going long after I wanted to quit. When my old man passed away, I lost my drive, but Whitney kept me on track by telling me he was watching and waiting for me to make it to the big leagues.

  “Don’t let him down,” she would whisper in my ear before a big game that entire year while I grieved the man who’d raised me with an iron but loving fist.

  “We’re all heading to Ace’s now,” I told her.

  Her face wrinkled, and she bit her bottom lip, and not in her usual sexy way. “Do we have to stay long?”

  This was my first major league game, my first major league win, and my first major league party. I didn’t want to be put on a fucking curfew!

  “Babe, we’re celebrating, I have no idea how long we’ll be there,” I said, standing my ground like Ace always told me to. Break her in right, he would say.

  “I just figured it might be a little wild,” she whined.

  “Holly will be there,” I assured her and then turned to talk to Rhett who’d just walked up to congratulate me on a great game.

  “I’ll see you two at Ace’s,” he said, then moved on to talk to a reporter waiting at the exit.

  “See, everyone’s going,” I pointed out to Whitney. “Let’s just go and have fun.”

  She didn’t look entirely convinced that going to one of Ace’s notorious parties would be fun, at least not her kind of fun. I shot her a grin, one that she couldn’t resist and got her face to soften and even made her lips curl into a slight smile. “Fine,” she agreed.

  She was quiet on the ride there, mostly just texting on her phone, to Holly I’m sure. I turned up the stereo and rolled down the windows, taking in every possible sensation I could in this glorious moment.

  Cars lined the street leading up the Ace’s house. I pulled up to the valet station and handed them my keys while they opened the door for Whitney. “He hired a valet?” she asked, kinda sarcastic, but I knew she was at least a little bit impressed. I was.

  We walked up the drive hand in hand and made our way to the front door. People were everywhere. Some of the women looked like they had been there for a while. Ace yelled from across the large room and waved us over. He had already changed into a pair of swim trunks and a clean baseball jersey.

  “Have a drink,” he insisted, handing a red colored drink to Whitney and a shot of his ever-present Patrón to me. I waited while he poured his and then toasted to an amazing start to our first season. I was actually delighted to see Holly, knowing she was the only one Whitney really knew or liked there, and hoped it would put her in a better mood.

  “Oh God, Ace made you a home run?” she asked, rolling her eyes at Ace as she smiled.

  “What is it?” Whitney asked, sniffing the glass in her hand.

  “Well, it basically turns you into a guaranteed homerun,” she explained and then giggled, slapping her thigh. “I’ve had two already.”

  Whitney sipped the drink, but I could tell she wasn’t interested in loosening up in this environment. The back wall was nothing but windows that overlooked a large pool that took up much of the space. Women in skimpy bikinis played in the water. I wasn’t really checking out the women, but more so the players on my team who were judging a cannonball contest when Whitney tugged on my arm. I looked at her and was rewarded with a pretty shitty look.

  “I was watching the guys,” I said, pointing to the idiots I played with splash the women who tried to lounge on rafts in the pool as they jumped from the side. She rolled her eyes and scowled. Okay, so she didn’t believe me.

  “Do you want to swim?” Holly asked, and I shook my head, noticing the scowl on Whitney’s face turn deadly. “Maybe later.”

  “I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Whitney said in a sharp, tight voice.

  Ace grinned, pushed his sunglasses down on his nose and rolled his eyes up and down Whitney’s perfect little figure. “Sweetheart, you don’t need a suit.”

  Holly slapped him on the arm playfully, Whitney offered up a fake tense smile, and I just stayed the hell out of it.

  Ace took off to entertain other guests and left me standing there with the girls. It didn’t take Holly long to determine that Whitney was a dud, and she excused herself to go hang on Ace’s arm before he was snatched up by anyone else.

  I looked around the party, at everyone having a blast, while I was just standing there like a lump. “How’s your drink?” I asked because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

  Whitney smiled and took another sip. “I’m not sure I want to drink too much here,” she said. Yeah, or anywhere.

  The rush of adrenaline I felt on the ride over was fading fast as I watched everyone enjoying themselves. Whitney wasn’t happy here, that was obvious, and with Holly hanging on Ace’s arm I was left to entertain her myself. Lucky me.

  “Would you like to go sit by the pool?” I asked.

  “I don’t think I want to be out there watching those bimbos bounce around,” she scowled.

  “What do you think you would like to do?” I asked as nicely as I could even though some sarcasm pushed through anyhow.

  “Calvin, you know this isn’t my crowd,” she hissed, turning on me. “I’m here, but I refuse to act like an idiot.”

  “I just want you to have fun,” I pleaded. “Lighten up.”

  “No, you just want to have fun, and if I’m not, you feel like you can’t,” she hissed again.

  “Exactly,” I agreed with her. “This is a big day,” I reminded her. I wanted to say my big day, but I knew better.

  “There’s the man with the golden arm,” Rhett said as his hand rested on my shoulder. “Whitney, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” His charm rolled from his tongue onto her. She smiled, not a fake tense one like I got, but a real fucking smile. “How are you handling this chaotic lifestyle?”

  I could answer that for her, but no, I wanted to hear what she had to say since ol’ Rhett seemed to get a totally different Whitney than I got.

  “It’s not been easy to adjust to,” she said. Oh, you’ve adjusted, have you?

  “I bet, and your family and friends are all so far away,” Rhett added, and I nearly groaned out loud. I didn’t see how this was helping matters at all. Why bring up the fact she’s lonely on top of everything else?

  “I heard through the grapevine that you studied interior design in college,” he confessed. Whitney smiled and nodded, seeming to brighten only for him.

  “Yes, but mainly office spaces.” She downplayed her skill when, in fact, she was amazing.

  “My home office is in desperate need of a change. Would you be willing to help?” he asked, looking from her to me, then back to her. “I pay extremely well, and I’m very easy to please.”

  She looked at me, her eyes wide and excited for the first time in months. I wasn’t sure if she was waiting for me to give her my approval, so I just smiled and nodded.

  “That would be fantastic,” she gushed. “Something to keep me busy would be perfect.”

  Ahh, smooth one, Mr. Hamilton. I see what you did there.

  He’d told me outside the club that she needed a hobby, so he did his homework, found out she was into design and ta-da, Whitney is now smiling, busy, and maybe will get off my back. I smiled graciously at him, or at least tried to, but I know I had a giant smirk on my face.

  Ace gripped me by the shoulder. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to steal him,” he said to both Whitney and Rhett. Whitney shot me a glare.

  Oh wow, her happiness didn’t last long.

  “Of course, if Whitney would be so kind as to keep me company?” Rhett’s smooth tongue turn Whitney’s glare into a twinkle. I really need to learn that skill.


  Ace was pulling me away as Whitney smiled and turned her attention back to Rhett. “Sorry kid, you looked like you needed to be rescued,” he whispered in my ear. I glanced back at her and she was laughing, then being hugged by a newcomer. One I recognized as Todd Morris, a player with the Mets.

  “Come on.”

  Ace pulled on my arm until Whitney was out of view and guided me up the long spiral staircase to the second floor. There were a few people in the hallways, leaning against the wall and walking as we passed them and made our way to the large white French doors at the end of the hall.

  “Welcome to the beast’s den,” he said as he pushed a code into the door before flinging them open.

  A couple of the players from our team, and a few from other teams were inside sitting at a large round table playing cards. A king sized bed sitting in the center of the room was the focal point, not because of its size, but because of what was on it. My eyes locked on the two beautiful women intertwined around one another. Their bodies stretched out across the bed, nude, tan, amazing.

  “This is living,” Ace said and moved towards the table to mingle with the others.

  I stood there frozen as I watched the women kiss, their mouths so soft and sensual as their lips met. Long, lean fingers with bright pink polish slid across the silky smooth skin of the blonde, whose ass I couldn’t take my eyes away from. The brunette looked up, smiled at me as her fingers rolled down to the beautiful round ass I’d been admiring.

  Holy shit!

  “Girls, don’t be stingy,” Ace said, then smiled in my direction. “At least give him something to watch.” I had plenty to watch. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before, or even imagined. I swallowed hard, knowing I should get out of this room.

  On Ace’s orders, they both seemed to be more than eager to give me more than I thought I could already handle. The brunette pushed the blonde to her back and pulled at her legs to open them for my viewing pleasure. My cock twitched in my jeans and my balls tightened as my eyes stayed glued to the pink flesh held open by the bright pink-polished fingers. The brunette smirked and slowly slid her tongue across her lips before pushing her hair to the side as she lowered between the other’s legs.