“My…you’re bossy.”
He laughed long and hard before leaning in so no one else could hear. “I’ll have myself under control in a few minutes, but later when we’re home you’ll pay for that hard on.”
“Promises, promises.”
“I’ve decided I don’t like that dress anymore. I can’t touch the things that need touching.”
“My tits are almost spilling out.”
“Yes, and they’re hard to resist, but seriously no more alcohol for you. I don’t want to scandalize my teammates too badly.”
I finished my drink and when Reed pulled me up, I wobbled a bit as the walls spun around me.
“Get your bearings. I’ve got you, baby.”
He did. Reed taught me a few dance moves, unconcerned with anyone else, and made me feel like I was his entire world. For this one night, I think I was.
Chi Chi pulled me off to the bathroom a few dances later. “I wanted to say goodnight before Sal and I take off.”
“I thought you were staying to let your hair down a little.”
She positively glowed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be letting my hair down. Sal and I are heading to a private club on one of the upper floors here at the hotel. Reed said maybe you two could join us another time; he has special plans for you tonight.”
Even drunk I was mortified. “I hope he didn’t tell you any details about his special plans.”
She laughed and said, “Don’t worry, chica, it’s written all over his face and yours. There’s not a person in that ballroom that doesn’t know exactly what you and Reed will be doing when you leave here.”
She hugged me and we walked back out. The alcohol made me forget my discomfort and so did Reed’s arms as he pulled me back out to the dance floor for some dirty dancing. The man touched me everywhere and didn’t seem to mind that we were in public. I soon noticed the other couples doing exactly what Reed and I were doing. I gave up trying to stop him and enjoyed the fun.
Snuggled up close to him on our trip home, he took complete advantage with wandering fingers. My breasts became his personal play toys and I didn’t complain when he pushed the material of my gown aside and leaned over me. The backseat of the car was dark and I was still buzzed. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I moaned softly against his hair. The ride was a little over thirty minutes. I was ready to explode by the time he arranged my dress back over my breasts.
“You’re a tease, Mr. Baseball Man.”
His husky chuckle made me wetter. He took my hands and refused to release them. I was not happy that I couldn’t return the favor.
The loft lights were on, but I saw no signs of wild parties, so I didn’t object when Reed pulled me straight into his house and up to his bedroom.
“Trust me?” he asked as he breathed against my neck.
I loved when he asked that because it meant my kinky Reed was back.
“Absolutely.”
“I bought a few things that I want to try.”
I didn’t know entirely why those words caused such a reaction, but my panties were no longer absorbent. Reed had no problem getting them off and appreciating my need.
“I like you wet,” he said after my dress disappeared, though he left my heels on.
Bedstraps and Velcro cuffs were my surprise. Reed brought out more bubbly before leaning me back on the bed.
“I love your legs and the high heels are icing on the cake,” he said as he attached the cuffs around my ankles. He kissed my toes before spreading my legs and fastening the mattress straps to the ankle cuffs.
He stood back and looked at me before placing cuffs around my wrists, ignoring the mattress straps he’d secured; he put my hands above me. “Hold on tight and don’t let go or I will strap your arms down too.”
I was breathing hard, trying to catch up with the sensation of everything he did, and only managed a quick nod. With my legs spread, cool air met my drenched pussy, and I shivered. Reed poured champagne into a tall glass and spilled a little into my belly button, making me squirm and giggle. His tongue intensified the tickling sensation and he laughed with me until he poured the champagne over my pussy and let the cold liquid drip into my folds. His hot tongue moved lower and my hips rose from the bed. He resituated himself until his heavy forearm could press against my stomach, completely holding me down.
“Not fair,” I said in a breathless whisper.
“No, but Christ, Jaycee, you taste so good.”
“That’s the champagne.”
“Not even close.” His finger entered me—a slow, wet slide before withdrawing. He moved up my body and placed his finger at my lips. “Taste.”
He was so incredibly kinky and uninhibited. He brought the same out in me. I licked his finger and tasted myself for the first time in my life. I smiled internally because the champagne’s flavor came through too. He licked his finger when I was done, propped a pillow under my head and grabbed another one, placing it beneath my hips.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked after he had me arranged the way he wanted.
“Uhum,” I managed in a dreamy voice that was no longer my own.
“Good, because in a few minutes you won’t be.”
My eyes widened, but he only laughed.
“Remember, you can always tell me to stop. I just don’t think you will.” He moved to the end of the bed then crawled between my legs. “I want to explain what I see down here.”
“Reed.” I couldn’t help my embarrassment at those words.
“First,” he ran one finger along the fold by my clit on the right side of my pussy. “You’re deliciously pink and it reminds me of the perfect infield clay on opening day, because as I play you turn red down here.” He continued to trail his finger slowly up and down. “You smell incredible too and sometimes, I smell this when you’re fully clothed. I instantly go hard and wonder what I did to turn you on. Your cheeks get pink when I look at you and I know some naughty thought entered your head.”
“Please, Reed.” My disjointed breathing was too loud, but I couldn’t control it.
“No, not yet, baby. I want you to understand what you do to me.” The tip of his finger gently smoothed over my clit, causing pleasant shock waves to travel outward to other parts of my body. “This is the pitcher’s mound, the pitcher controls the game.”
For a few seconds, his tongue replaced his finger and my hips rose from the bed again. He laughed against my pussy, sending puffs of air over my wetness. “I’ll buy more straps so I can hold your waist down next time.”
I groaned.
He stopped touching my clit and moved to my center. “This,” one finger entered, “is home plate. It’s where the most important things in baseball happen. It’s warm and comforting, and it all starts when the bat swings over the plate.”
He was trying to kill me.
“Now I’m going to travel the bases.” His tongue slid through my folds, circling my center and my clit.
I felt the slight scruff of his jaw on my inner thighs, creating a hotter burn. I needed more. Needed him to finish what he started. My groans and squirming were not making him go any faster.
His hands skimmed upward until he held the undersides of my breasts. “These are fly balls and it’s important when playing outfield to never let one of these go by without catching it.” He added pressure to both and laughed huskily. “Too bad these are in the outfield and won’t work for a squeeze play.” He went to a knee and leaned up over my body, sucking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth.
If this was what he did at ball games, I’d be damned if he was ever playing again. He moved down slowly, kissing my abs on his way.
“Let’s review the rules, shall we?”
My head was twisting back and forth. “I’m going to kill you if you don’t hurry.”
“Baseball is a civilized game and I’d hate to have you ejected for unsportsmanlike conduct.”
My heels sank into the bed as I tried to control my scream. His wor
ds, his husky voice, and, oh God, his lips were driving me wild.
His gravelly voice whispered across my flesh as he got back into position. “Bases are loaded, baby, with two outs.” His tongue entered me. “It’s a full count.” He pinched my clit then added delicious pressure.
I had a feeling the more I objected the longer he would prolong the torture. It took every bit of control I had to relax, but I managed. Slowing my breathing was impossible, but I stopped fighting what he did to my body.
“Just like that, baby, I want it all.” Two fingers entered me. “Let’s see if I can hit a home run.”
I’d shut my eyes in order to relax, though every nerve ending screamed for completion.
“Open your eyes for me, baby, or you’ll miss the best play of the game.”
I watched him rise above me, his cock suddenly filling me in one deep thrust. He held himself still, an intense look on his face, and there was no way I could shut him out.
“This is what you do to me every day, Jaycee, and when you come to my bed at night it’s the bottom of the ninth. I’m so past ready for my time at bat and I can’t help burying myself deep inside you.”
The words “I love you” almost spilled from my lips, but I couldn’t do that to him or to myself. Not now, at this moment.
“Hold on, Jaycee.”
I wrapped my fingers around the bars of his bed. He moved back, sliding his length from inside me before impaling me again and again. I cried, I begged. He rode me until we were both past coherent speech and I loved every minute.
I loved Reed Tyler and my life would never be the same.
Chapter Twenty-Five
He woke me up several times throughout the night. It didn’t matter that we were both sleep deprived. It only mattered that he was buried deep inside me, soothing my body with his, and making me explode over and over.
When his cell phone chimed, sunlight bathed the room.
“Shit,” I heard him say as I tried to open my sleepy eyes.
He flew off the bed and started grabbing his clothes. I sat up, bringing the sheet with me.
“Sal’s waiting to pick me up. He’s outside.”
This was it. My heart dropped as I noticed his suitcases beside his dresser. There were other things on my mind when I came into the room last night and I’d missed his luggage. I closed my eyes, pushing back tears. Everyone left me. It was always like this. I felt the corner of the bed dip and Reed’s lips against my forehead.
“I’ll visit a couple of weeks from now, so it won’t be too long. I’ll call, and you’ll be busy with school and work.”
The tears slipped past my eyelids and I was pulled into his arms.
“Shh, baby, I’ll be back before you know it.”
If I started talking, I would beg him to stay and it was so ridiculously stupid because he had a career and he loved baseball. I nodded against him, but couldn’t let go.
I felt one of his arms loosen and then he spoke into the phone in his Reed-in-charge voice, “Give me ten, Sal, and I’ll meet you out front.”
His clothes dropped to the floor and he grabbed another condom from the drawer. He was on the bed loving me again in seconds. His body formed to mine as he pushed inside. I was swollen from the many times we came together throughout the night, but Reed felt perfect and the twinge of discomfort was delicious.
After I cried out, Reed’s shout joined mine. Gently slipping from my body, he kissed my cheek, dressed, and left the room. I curled into a tight ball, allowing my tears to fall on the pillow. I was a complete wimp, but during my entire life, I’d never had anyone who really cared for me. My brother and sister depended on me and loved me, but I’d cared for them since long before I became a teenager.
My mother had been a mess for as long as I remembered. The wrong men, pathetic jobs, and three children she couldn’t take care of on her own. None of the men stayed around and I didn’t even know if our three fathers knew she was pregnant by the time they left. I remembered how young I was and always trying to cheer my mom out of her sad moods whenever another man left. I never, in my entire life, remember anyone caring for me.
Until Reed. He gave me and my brother and sister a better home. He employed me and gave me hope. He made arrangements so I would learn to drive. In all aspects of my life, he cared.
I swung my legs out of bed, removed the sheets, and threw them on the floor. After I was presentable, I found more sheets in a linen closet and remade the bed. I carried the dirty bedding down to the laundry and started the load.
I found my brother asleep on the couch in the loft and smiled for the first time that morning. The apartment was relatively clean and didn’t look like things had gotten out of hand the night before. I walked into my bedroom. I’d left my cell phone on my nightstand because Reed had his the night before in case of emergency. My eyes were heavy and I checked for messages. Reed’s text waited.
I miss you already and will call tonight.
Another smile tilted my lips before I closed my eyes and slept for another two hours. I awoke feeling better…stronger. I took a shower then walked into the kitchen.
“Hey, sis, want some eggs and toast?” Jon stood in a pair of black jeans, no shirt, and for him, a goofy smile.
“Sure. What’s got you so happy?”
“I like it here. Like school and the new friends I’ve met.”
I’d thought Jon would have such a hard time fitting in because of his Goth persona, but he proved me wrong.
“Does this have anything to do with a girl?” I couldn’t help asking.
He gave me a very adult eye leer. “Several girls, actually, but they’re friends. We had a good time last night. Did you?”
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “Yes, I had a wonderful time.” I hesitated, but this needed to be said, “Don’t get too attached here, Jon. You know it can be over in a heartbeat.”
Jon cracked a few more eggs before looking up at me. “I know, Jaycee, but if we spend our lives living in fear of the bad times, we won’t enjoy the good. Reed had me call his gardener, Jose, and he’s coming a little later than usual tomorrow so I can help him with some of the landscaping. I need to pay Reed back, but I’m also learning to do something that will help me get part time work when I’m in college. I wasn’t planning to go to college, but now I think we can make it work even if what we have here doesn’t continue for long. I know I’m only fifteen, but I felt useless and now I don’t. Whatever happens we’ll make it work.”
This is what Reed gave my family—a future. I wanted to cry again, but I walked over and wrapped my surprised brother in a tight hug.
“There was no way you were getting out of college, bro.”
He laughed and squeezed me back before releasing me to finish cooking the eggs. I put the bread in the toaster. After we sat down to eat, Jon told me about school and his new friends. I was amazed at how quickly he’d adapted, and I finally understood what he’d given up to care for Bitsy while I worked. We’d both made huge sacrifices and I realized, in Jon’s way, he took care of me. We took care of each other. Regardless of how my relationship with Reed turned out, the Shumways would be okay. I stopped feeling sorry for myself and felt much better.
Bitsy ran in the door followed by Maggie just as we finished cleaning the kitchen. Talking a hundred miles an hour, she told me all about her night. I finally told her to gather her dirty clothes because we needed to go to the main house and do laundry. When she ran out of the room, I was able to talk to Maggie. Reed paid her whether she was cooking for him or not so we came to the agreement that she would cook for Jon and Bitsy on the two nights a week I worked at Tasty Burger.
I lay down in bed that night holding my cell phone hoping it would ring. I was almost asleep when Reed’s ringtone sounded. I’d never changed the music because it was so him and just the sound made me smile.
“Hello,” I answered with a sleepy whisper because Bitsy was in the room.
“Did I wake you?” He sound
ed tired too.
“No, I was waiting for your call.”
“Sorry it’s so late, baby, we’ve been getting situated. The other players wanted to hit a club after dinner. I didn’t think we’d be out this long.”
Florida was ahead of Texas time and I knew Reed had had just as little sleep the night before as I did.
“What’s your room like?” I asked so I didn’t say the three words I wanted to so badly.
“Four walls, two beds, bathroom, and a small sitting area with a television. What are you wearing?”
I laughed softly. “Are these going to be those kinds of calls?”
“Only when Sal’s not here. But I have a little time and I’m under the covers in case he walks in.” His voice had gone all low and throaty, making my thighs clench.
“I can’t talk dirty while I’m in the same room with Bitsy.”
I heard him groan. “I forgot. Go to my room.”
I giggled into the phone. “I’m not going to your room. It’s late and I have a busy day tomorrow.”
“You are seriously going to leave me hard and aching and go to sleep?”
“I didn’t make you that way.”
“Like hell you didn’t. I couldn’t even leave you this morning without fucking you again and that was after I don’t know how many times we did it during the night.” He actually sounded desperate.
“You should have better control.” I had to fight to keep my voice from cracking and turning into laughter that was bound to wake my sister.
“You know two can play this game.” He breathed heavily. “I’m hard, Jaycee. I’m naked with just the thin sheet covering me and imagining it’s your hand traveling over my cock. I can see you licking your lips and wanting to take me in your mouth.”
It was my turn to groan. “I’m hanging up now, Reed.”
His whisper sent heat clear to my toes. “You’re such a tease.”
The nerve. “Me?”
He chuckled. “Sleep well, baby, I’ll call tomorrow night.”
“I’m working the late shift at TB.”
“I’ll call late then.”
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