by Ward,Alice
“I was thinking about just heading home,” I said.
“Home?” he asked, his tone deeply offended. “I’m throwing this party in your honor.”
I took a deep breath and stopped myself from saying anything snarky. I hadn’t asked him to throw this party, and in my honor? That was a joke. Ace Newman threw parties because it was the second Tuesday of the month, or it was a full moon. Having him throw a party in your honor really wasn’t an honor at all.
“I’m not feeling up to a big party,” I said, hoping he would back off. That just showed how ignorant I really can be.
“Nope, no sulking, you’re coming,” he ordered.
“Okay, I’ll drive myself,” I sighed, realizing that at least that gave me an early out.
I ran home to change and ended up walking around my big fancy house, wondering why I bought it. Ace kept telling me to throw a party, get some ladies in the pool, and make this house a home.
We had totally different views of what a home should be.
I knew if I didn’t leave soon, Ace would have a van load of meatheads breaking into my house and kidnapping me. I grabbed my keys and drove to the party, the one in my honor. What a joke!
“Golden arm!” Sammy yelled, the second basemen on our team. He was a little guy, kinda odd, but always smiling. The front door flung open, and Ace stood there with a smile. “You had ten more minutes,” he said with a grin.
“Before what, you had me kidnapped by a group of muscle men?”
His grin grew and pushed open the door a little wider so I could see three men the size of Mac trucks standing behind him. “Something like that,” he laughed.
It was scary how well I was getting to know him, real scary.
“I’m glad you came,” Rhett greeted me with a firm handshake and a pat on the back. We hadn’t spoken about the night he drove Whitney to the apartment. I guess there was really nothing to say. It wasn’t his fault.
“I heard your message to Whitney on the news, it’s been plastered on every station, I’m sure she got it,” he said in a reassuring voice.
“Thanks,” I said, embarrassed. “Have you talked to her?”
His face changed from friendly to stern with one simple question.
“I mean, I know she was going to do some work for you,” I quickly added.
“If Whitney wants to talk to you, she will,” he said coldly. “I was just letting you know your message will be heard.”
My mind reeled, wondering if Whitney had kept that job with Rhett. If she had, she would be in New York, so if she did hear the message, then she wouldn’t have far to go to reach me.
Unless… that little devil on my other shoulder whispered in my ear, she’s fucking the boss man now.
“Let’s get you a drink,” Ace said, pulling me away from Rhett. I wasn’t sure if he could see the smoke coming from my nostrils, or if he just really wanted a drink.
Two shots of Patrón each, as usual. The first one was gulped down before a toast could be made, which Ace always said was bad luck. We toasted the second drink to many more no-hitters and slung the liquor down. “So, you know what’s gonna happen right?” Ace asked. “Something bad…” he teased, using an eerie voice as he spoke. I smiled, shrugged again, and held out my glass for another shot.
“Might as well be nice and drunk when it happens then,” I said.
Women were everywhere, mostly already naked, and running through the house. He tugged on my arm and motioned towards the stairs. “Wanna hit the Beast cave?” he asked.
“No, you go ahead.” My mind drifted back to those girls on the bed that night. Damn, they were fucking hot. It quickly circled back around to the lines of powder that Ace snorted up his nose. Not worth it.
I sat down in a plush, red lounger. It was soft, surprisingly comfortable and allowed me to enjoy my beer with a perfect view of the ladies in the pool.
My eyes quickly landed on a tall brunette. Her eyes were dark, her breasts large, and as she lifted herself from the water, her pussy shaved except for the thinnest of strips. Gorgeous.
She winked, turned to give me the view of her perfect round ass and then dove perfectly into the water. “Hey, wild man,” Marty startled me as he snuck up behind me. “Sorry, you’re awful jumpy there.”
I spilled a little bit of my beer on my shirt, and I knew my face had to be flushed with embarrassment. He looked out towards the pool and noticed the brunette I’d been staring at. She winked again and waved as she walked over to one of the loungers. “Oh man, now I understand,” Marty said, making a weird whistling noise. It was close, but not really a whistle.
“I thought you didn’t come to these parties,” I said to change the subject from my voyeurism.
“Well, this one is in your honor, so I thought it’d be rude not to.”
“Hell, I almost didn’t come myself,” I laughed.
Frank bumped into him, literally bumped his chest into Marty’s and challenged him to a belly buster contest in the pool. “You wanna join?” Marty asked. I shook my head and smiled, motioning for him to go on and have some fun.
Ace appeared out of nowhere, wild-eyed and talking too fast — yeah, he was on the powder again. “Here,” he said, stuffing something into my front shirt pocket.
“What is it?’ I asked, pulling it out. Condoms, four of them.
“You think that’s enough?” he asked. “I have more if ya need them.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s fine,” I agreed and decided not to fight him. I wasn’t planning on getting laid. I was planning on going home to my big empty house and sulking about the love of my life walking out on me. But, then again, that brunette looked awful thirsty, maybe I should take her a drink.
“Thanks, my brother,” I said and hopped up from my comfy chair. I walked to the bar and had the cute redhead bartender make me a home run.
Frank and Marty yelled at me as I walked out to the pool. “Watch this,” Marty screamed and then ran to the pool, diving belly first into the water. The noise was horrific, the splash huge, and the wave that occurred after he hit the surface made Ace’s pool look like the Atlantic Ocean.
I shook my head, smiled, and then found the brunette I’d been flirting with in her chair. Her legs were closed, damn, but her breasts were sitting proudly on her chest as well they should.
“You looked thirsty,” I said before sitting on the end of her lounger.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the drink without hesitation. Okay, guess I was right.
“I’m Calvin,” I said.
Her lips curved up even more. “I know.”
I wasn’t sure if she was playing with me, or if she was just a little slow. She lifted her leg from the chair and placed one foot on the ground, giving me a straight shot into her glory land. It didn’t matter, slow or not, she was hot.
“And your name?’ I asked, deciding to just be more specific from here on out.
“I’m Kandy with a K,” she said in her bubbly little voice.
“Are you with anyone at the party?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. I smiled and began to stand up and leave her be. “My friend Betty is over there.” She pointed to a blonde who was literally chasing her own tail trying to see if there was something stuck to her backside. I couldn’t resist laughing.
“Is that Betty with a B?” I asked. She gave me the strangest look. I didn’t care. As she leaned up to point to her friend, I got an even better shot between her legs.
“You look like you need some lotion,” I said, even though the sun was already starting to go down. I figured with this chick, I had a good chance.
“Oh yeah, I don’t want to burn.” She reached up to grab the lotion by her chair. She started to rub it on her arms and then some on her breasts, and while it was fun watching her rub herself, I wanted my turn.
“Here, let me get those hard to reach places,” I offered. Yes, I am one hell of a guy, saving women from melanoma one stroke at a time.
“Thanks,”
she said cheerfully and handed the lotion bottle to me.
Oh yes, there were some very hard to reach places, and I was going to find them all. First her legs, as to not alarm her and then her belly, and of course her breasts. Oh man, they were nice, real too.
I moved back to her legs and rubbed the lotion up her thighs. “Let me get in there, you want to make sure that doesn’t get burned,” I said, motioning to her sweet pussy. Again, a strange, almost blank look, but she must have assumed I knew best, so she scooted down on her chair a bit and spread her legs. Oh wow, this was too easy. I mean really, too easy.
My cock twitched at the sight of her beautiful young body, but even rubbing the lotion on her and convincing her that I needed to slide a little inside, it just didn’t do anything for me. I wanted more than to just get laid.
She thanked me when I told her she was all set, and even tried to tell Betty to come over so I could do her next. “I think Marty can handle Betty,” I said, slapping him on the back as he walked by. I whispered in his ear, filling him in on the situation and was greeted with an eager grin and quick grab of the lotion.
I was ready to go, done with this party, done with just getting laid. Ace was at the bar mixing drinks with the little redhead who looked frustrated at his taking over. There was no reason to say bye to anyone; they would all assume I was upstairs banging some hot chick, or maybe three, so I headed for the door.
Caroline stood on the other side, her hand on the handle, her face flushed. “Hey there,” she cooed. I smiled and moved out of the way so she could come inside. “Are you leaving?”
“Yes,” I said and started out the door.
“Please don’t,” she pleaded, grabbing my arm.
I hated my cock for twitching at her plump red lips. It was a traitor. Those lips were the reason I ended up on the balcony with her in the first place, the reason Whitney left.
“I think it’s for the best,” I said and continued out the door.
“Calvin,” she called out.
I turned to find her headed towards me. “I just feel awful about that night, I truly do,” she said. “I just felt something, I don’t even know what. It’s not even like me to throw myself at a man like that.”
Ace had warned me she was a man-eater, but I hadn’t seen her come on to anyone else, including him. Maybe this was just another situation like the waitress at our club. If she didn’t want him, there had to be something wrong with her.
But, in the instance of the waitress, he was so fucking right, that chick was busted!
“I’m just not in the mood to party,” I said. “It’s not you.”
“Then can we go somewhere?” she asked. Her bottom lip pushed out in a cute pout, and her breasts bounced softly as she breathed. “I only came here to see you.” Those baby blues were a killer, and the way she batted those thick black lashes, she could be a dead ringer for Marilyn Monroe. Damn that made my dick hard!
“I haven’t eaten,” I said, figuring that a meal together couldn’t hurt anything.
Her smile widened, and she gripped tightly onto my arm.
In the car, she didn’t even try to hold her dress down as she slid into the passenger seat. She let it slide all the way up to her inner thighs. I waited to see if they opened, just to get a peek at her panties, but they didn’t.
“What are you in the mood for?” I asked her.
“I’ve been dying to try this new Chinese place.” She batted her eyes delicately in my direction.
“Great, which way?” I asked as I pulled my Porsche from its spot.
“It’s delivery, so…” she smiled and let those big red lips shine.
I stared at her. Do I or don’t I?
Hell, she was the reason I was now single, might as well see if it had been worth it.
I turned the car towards my house and moved my hand over to her thigh. Her skin was so soft, so silky, just like I imagined it would be. I drove fast and hugged the corners as my hand slid up and down her leg as she squirmed in the seat.
“Are you scared?” I asked when we got closer to my house.
“Fast cars turn me on,” she said softly, biting her bottom lip.
“Really?”
She took my hand and slid it under her dress, opening her legs. My fingers felt the warmth of her flesh, no panties. My index finger slipped through her plump lips into a hot and slippery playground. She wasn’t lying, she was certainly turned on. My cock hardened the instant my finger slipped inside.
Fuck food, all I want is this.
I pulled down my lane and slid my finger deeper inside of her as I parked the car. She moaned, the kind that would make teenage boys come in their jeans.
I leaned over, kissed her hard on the mouth, tasting the deliciousness of her tongue as it swirled around mine. I tensed and pulled away.
What was I doing?
Whatever the hell I want to do, I reminded myself. I was free. Single. I could do or fuck anyone I wanted.
I swung my door open, quickly made it to her side, and opened the door for her. She took my hand. Her long, lean legs stepped out one at a time, slowly, teasingly.
Oh God, I needed out of these jeans.
I walked her to the door, opened it, and let her step in first. She twirled around; her white skirt flowed up around her thighs as she danced through the rooms. “This is unbelievable,” she gasped.
I reached around her waist, pulled her in close and let her feel the bulge in my pants against her hip. She smelled so sweet, like berries and vanilla. My lips pressed to her neck, sucking her skin, tasting her as my tongue glided down to the back of her neck and then to the cut between her shoulders. I gripped the straps of her dress and pushed them down her arms. The sleek material fell easily to the floor, leaving her nude and vulnerable.
She was who I thought of the last time I was with Whitney, and now that she was before me, her scent familiar, all I could think of was what I’d lost.
I shook my head. Get over it. Whitney’s gone.
My hands caressed her and then spun her around to face me. Her eyes were filled with excitement, her lips parted with passion, and the hands that I once moved away from my cock were now rubbing it freely. She opened my jeans and took me in her hand, stroking me as she lowered to her knees.
My view from above was delicious.
Her heart-shaped ass was beautiful as it pushed out behind her, red high heels peeking out from her flesh where she squatted before me. Her red lips wrapped around my cock like I had dreamed about time and time again.
But I wanted it all.
I lifted her to her feet and then off them as I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the sofa. I placed her on her back, pushed her legs open wide to glimpse the beautiful playground she offered between her legs. Her skin was so pink, so full that it drove me crazy just thinking about sinking deep into her.
I lowered down, consuming her breast, my teeth grazing and pulling her nipple. Another moan escaped her lips that made my cock twitch and cum slide from the tip. My hands continued their journey along her sides, around her navel and then to her inner thigh. My tongue slid between her luscious lips, sinking deep into her mouth.
My hormones were raging, my passion becoming uncontrollable, but I had enough sense to roll on a condom. I reached for her hips, pulled her down and onto my cock, then held her there while it calmed from the initial blast of excitement and new sensation of tightness that surrounded it.
Her lips parted, and I knew another moan was about to escape. I pushed into her hard, and then again. My hands ran up her belly to her breasts and her tight pink nipples. Her back arched, her pussy bucked beneath me, and my cock started to throb.
My hand traced back down her soft skin to the center between her legs. Her clit was swollen, pink and throbbing, as my thumb rolled over it. My fingers worked to spread it open to the beautiful butterfly it yearned to be. I teased the pearl hidden inside until she moaned and bucked against me so hard that my cock exploded without
mercy or remorse.
As the toxins were expelled from my body, I felt that same guilt that had plagued me earlier in the night. I’d wanted her, but now that I had her… it was only sex. Nothing more.
Her eyes opened, her bottom lip trembled, and her chest rose and fell quickly as she worked to catch her breath. I pulled from between her legs as I tried to tell myself that it was okay.
Whitney was gone.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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Calvin
Caroline wasn’t so easy to shake, I found out. After that first night, she would just pop in and usually wanted to stay the night. Having her around was both good and bad. It was nice to have someone to hold, someone to talk to, but because it was her, it made me crazy with guilt.
Then there was Whitney, who seemed very happy according to everything I read online. She dated a string of men, then had been seen with the same man – Todd Morris – several times.
I’d stare at her picture, recognize the clothes I’d bought her and be pissed and sad at the same time. By the time she left me, I’d spent nearly eighty thousand dollars on those designer clothes, including the twelve thousand dollar Versace gown she’d bought for the ball. Seeing those credit card statements still made me angry. Used.
In the full light of day, I hadn’t done anything wrong. Yes, I could have done things better, much better. I could have come straight home from practice. I could have spent every free moment with her. Could have done this and could have done that.
Coulda. Woulda. Shoulda.
Shit.
But I hadn’t wanted that blonde’s attention. Caroline’s either. Yes, I had been attracted and intrigued but hadn’t followed up on any of it. I had been trying to have fun with my new team. Enjoy myself a little bit after the stress of practice and living up to everyone’s expectation of me. Was spending an hour or two after five or six hours at the stadium so terrible?
To drown out all of those questions, I started drinking more and partying later and later. I knew part of my reason was to not be so available to Caroline, but every time I got wasted enough to start feeling sorry for myself, I’d call her anyway. It was a vicious cycle, and I wasn’t sure how to stop it.
