Star-Crossed in the Outfield (All About the Diamond #4)

by Naomi Springthorp

  “It doesn’t matter. I’ll always get hurt. I fall for the wrong guys.”

  “Not this time. I’m the right one for you, Sweetness.”

  She glares at me like I’m crazy. I understand because I feel the same way, I’ve lost it. “How can you say that? You can’t mean it.”

  “I just know. You’re the only one that makes me feel like this, the only one I want to be here when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I want to be wrapped around when I go to sleep.”

  “You’re full of shit! You’re just trying to make me stay and fuck you!”

  I tighten my hold on her and run my fingers through her hair. Somebody has really fucked with her. My voice low, “I’ll never lie to you. I want you with me, and we don’t have to have sex.” I hold her eyes with mine before I make my admission, “Kristina, I’ve never had another girl over to my house. Only you, Sweetness. I don’t know what that means. I don’t understand any of this. I know I want to be with you.” I wait for some type of response, any reaction.

  She continues unsure, “What if I want to have sex?”

  “Condoms are in the nightstand. I won’t complain.” I smile and she rolls her eyes at my sarcasm. “How about breakfast and surfing?”

  “Those things sound like we’d have to get out of bed.”

  “True.”

  “I don’t think I’m ready to get out of bed yet.”

  “Let me hold you and we can go back to sleep.”

  She reaches for my nightstand to get a condom and turns around, giving me a beautifully curvy rear view while she touches my dick, kisses the tip and puts the condom on me. I’ve never had a chick put a condom on me and touch me like this. It’s always more about fucking me. And fuck, her touch is life changing. She really wants me, needs me. She doesn’t just want to fuck a ball player. I squeeze her ass cheeks and get a peek at her sex, she’s already wet and I can’t help but slide a finger into her to feel her heat. She pulls away from me and turns around, taking my view away. She leans in like she’s going to kiss me, and goes straight for my neck. She already knows it’s my weakness. She slides back and mounts my dick while she sucks at my neck, “Oh, fuck! Kristina!” She moves on me, sliding her slick heat on and off of my dick. I don’t know what she does to me, but I have no control. I move with her, trying to get more of her and she sits up straight, taking me completely. She watches my face while she rides me and I watch her. She moves constantly and starts to bounce on me like I’m her toy, and I happily accept the job—future title, “Kristina’s Toy.” The way she feels wrapped around me and in control is un-fucking-believable. I put my hands on her waist, guiding her hips and feeling her move on me. I don’t understand what she does to me. I feel open and bare to her, like I belong to her and she has control of me—all of me. I’m overcome by emotion and I need to hold her. I pull her down to me and hold her tight in my embrace. I’m breathing heavy and it’s not from the sex. She wraps her arms around my neck and cuddles into me, not questioning my actions.

  “I’m with you, Chase.” She whispers in my ear, “Am I your first? I mean, I know you’ve had a lot of sex, but like this?” I don’t speak. “We’re not just sex, baby. There’s something. I can feel it and I know you do, too. I don’t mean to freak out, it’s self-defense. It makes it better when you hold me tight and take control.” She stops and takes a deep breath, “I knew it was different for us when we were in Arizona, it scared me and I ran.” Her voice is shaky and she keeps her face buried in my neck. “I don’t want to get hurt again, but I couldn’t stay away from you.” I move my hand to her neck and caress her back, cherishing her because it’s all I can do. I never want her to get hurt again.

  I take control and roll over on top of her. I push into her slowly, feeling her and thinking about her. “Your eyes are beautiful. You feel so soft and silky under my hands. Your lips are full and sweet. I’ve never been with a chick that makes me feel like you do. You make me feel special, like I’m the only one that can make you feel like this. Like I’m the only man that has made you cry out his name. My dick is at your mercy, I lose control when I’m inside you.” I’m lost in her, moving slowly and my heart is beating out of my chest.

  “Chase, baby,” she puts her hands over my heart, feeling it beat for her.

  “Oh, Sweetness. You feel so good. Feel me hard in you, stroking you.”

  “Yea, Chase. I feel you. There’s no way to not feel you. You’re huge, baby. You make me feel so full. It’s perfect and when you hit that deep spot, you own me.”

  Fuck me. I need to know when I find that deep spot and I need to find it now. I push all the way into her and she whimpers. I don’t want to take her hard, I want… I really am losing it. She’s just a chick. I’m leaving tomorrow morning and won’t see her for days. Shit! She just gave me her phone number and I don’t even know if she gave me her real number. Get out of your head! You know she’s real. Take it slow. She’s the runner, not you. I reach down between her legs while I move in and out, in and out, her tight heat pulling at me with every stroke. I spread her legs farther and work my way in deeper.

  “Oh, Chase! More, baby! Oh!”

  I touch her swollen nub and stroke it in time with my dick, moving faster and harder as I watch her climb to the peak.

  “Chase! Chase! Oh Chase! Oh baby! Yes!” She cries out and screams out loud as she comes hard around me and pulls me with her unexpectedly. She has control of me and it’s crazy. I hear myself call out her name in ecstasy as I grab onto her and hold her tight. Both of us reaching for the other, needing more contact.

  I roll off of her and hold her to me. I need her. I want to take care of her. “I’ll be right back, Sweetness.” I run to the bathroom, wash my hands and make my way to the kitchen. I look for something to eat, and a tray or something, but I’m not prepared. I pour milk into two mugs and find the last of the baked goods that Sherry left for me, to share with Kristina. Man, I really like this girl if I’m sharing my cookies. I walk back into my bedroom and find Kristina wearing my T-shirt, sitting in the middle of my bed. I smile because I love it. “I don’t have breakfast or really anything to eat left in the house. I have milk and the rest of the cookies Sherry left for me. Want some?”

  She looks at me wide-eyed and I think she’s going to lecture me on breakfast, “Bring it over here! I love cookies and milk.” Totally my girl. “Sherry made these?”

  “Sherry bakes a ton, but not so much right now. She had some stuff frozen, so she could have it ready for me throughout the season. This is the end of it. It’s too much for her right now.”

  “Why does she bake for you?”

  “She likes to bake. Seno is my buddy. I was Best Man at their wedding and I kind of introduced them. She takes care of me like my baked goods dealer.” I laugh. “Baking is relaxing for her and a hobby. Somebody has to eat it.”

  “These are delicious.”

  “She’s a great baker. I love her chocolate chip cookie bars and her brownies. Those are the best. She makes all kinds of stuff. Everything is good.”

  There are so many things I want to talk to her about. I don’t know where to start and I don’t want to overwhelm her, but I don’t want her to freak out. I hear my phone and grab it to see who’s looking for me.

  Text from Seno - Sherry can’t travel. Want to share a room for this road trip?

  Fuck. He’s going to need me this road trip.

  Text to Seno - Yes. Is she okay?

  Text from Seno - She’s fine. It’s too hard for her and Dr told her to stay home. No more plane rides.

  Text to Seno - Who is taking care of Sherry?

  Text from Seno - She will be fine. Trying to get her to go to her Mom, but she insists she can take care of herself. Stubborn.

  Text to Seno - What if I can arrange some company for her?

  Text from Seno - I would love that, but she needs to relax.

  “Kristina, do you bake?” It’s not selfish if it helps Sherry, right?

  “I wish.
I can bake cookies from the pre-made cookie dough.” I explain what’s going on and Kristina texts Sherry, arranging for baking lessons while the team is away.

  Text from Seno - Nice one! I’m not even in trouble for setting her up because I didn’t! Thanks, Man.

  “Do you work when the team is away?”

  “Yes. Most game days and sometimes only half a day. I’m off today, like you.” She smiles. “I know the team’s schedule. I know you’re in San Francisco tomorrow, then Houston, then Chicago, and then you’re back home with an off day a week from Thursday. You should be home on Wednesday, I’m guessing.”

  I look at my phone and notice the text from Kristina, she sent me the kiss emoji. She also took a selfie while she was wearing my hoodie and added it to her contact info in my phone. She looks at me funny while I’m checking it out and takes my phone from me. I grab her and snap a selfie of me kissing her. I set it as my wallpaper and text the photo to her, finding that she changed her contact name to read: Kristina Girlfriend. I absolutely love it and decide to pick on her. “Is that your way of marking your territory?”

  She laughs, “Trust me. I mark my territory.”

  We spend the morning together, lazy on the beach. We don’t have enough energy left for surfing. I take her to her place to get clothes and I do some laundry for the road trip. At sunset I take her for a walk on the beach and hold her hand while we kick at the water that tries to reach us. I stand behind her with her in my arms, watching the last minutes of sunlight disappear.

  “The sunset is beautiful with all the pinks.”

  “It’s not as beautiful as you, my Sweetness.” I turn her to me and kiss her, feeling it all the way to my toes. We’re electric together. “You’re gorgeous and mine.” I smile as I say the words.

  We walk back to my bungalow, “Can I take you out tonight?”

  “I’m hungry, can we just order delivery? Maybe play video games?” Did my girl say that she’d rather stay in and play video games? She really is perfect.

  “Whatever you want, as long as you’re staying with me I’m happy.” I call in an order of chicken parmesan for two and sit down on the couch with Kristina. I put my arm around her with intent of picking a game, but end up making out with her until the food gets delivered. The evening is comfortable as we eat together, enjoying each other’s company on the patio with the lights twinkling around us, and the ocean roaring in the background. We talk about baseball, video games, music, goals, and home. The conversation simply flows and I always have something else I want to ask about her or tell her about. The chill finally chases us inside. We sit on the floor in my living room with our backs against my couch, leaning on each other while we play head to head video games and have a great time laughing, sometimes with each other and other times at each other.

  After Kristina used her combo moves to chop my head off and laughed at it rolling around on the screen a handful of times, “Are you ready to go to bed? I have to be at the stadium early.”

  “You just don’t like to lose,” She retorts.

  “I’m not losing. I’m winning because you’re still here.” I gaze into her eyes and feel my heart beating. I take her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers and smile. Kristina leans in to give me a sweet kiss on the lips and looks down, blushing and happy. We get up and go to my bedroom, changing clothes and getting ready for bed. “Will you get up early and go to breakfast with me?”

  “Maybe,” She says, teasing me.

  “Maybe!” I repeat back at her as I reach over and pull her to me, tickling her until she’s laughing to the point of tears and squealing. She feels so right.

  I turn some music on low and The Damnwells start to play “I Will Keep the Bad Things From You.” The melodic guitar and vocal tone suits my mood as I take Kristina in my arms, not wanting to let her go. I want to hold her and kiss her and… I’m going to be gone for ten days, I don’t want her to forget me. I don’t want her to remember me as the dude that kept fucking her. I want her to still want me when I get back. This is crazy. My head is my own worst enemy. It makes me vulnerable. “Kristina, Sweetness, promise me you won’t forget me while I’m gone?” No, that’s my fucking heart taking over my world. How did I get here? No, I’m not going to complain. I’m happy and feeling things I‘ve never felt before. Scary things I don’t understand and I don’t know how to process. I want her. I need her. I need her to only want me.

  Kristina smiles at me warmly, “Do you really think I could forget about you?”

  I stare at her, unable to answer because my heart is in control and hasn’t learned how to control my voice yet.

  “There’s no way I’ll ever forget about you, Chase. You’re not my first and you may not be my last, but one thing I know for sure is that I don’t forget guys I fall for. And, Chase, I’m on the path to falling for you.” The gold flecks in her warm green eyes sparkle while they look into mine.

  I leave the music playing and turn the lights off. We climb in bed together and I want her near me. I want to hold her. I want to feel her against me. I want to feel her silky hair and smell her scent. I want her to know how I feel about her, without any question. I want to know that she’s safe and with me.

  I’m wishing that I had stuck to the three dates rule. I’m dreading leaving her in the morning, but it would’ve happened sooner or later.

  Kristina

  I wake up cold and lonely. It’s dark, with only the shine of moonlight filtered by the draperies lighting the room. I have the blanket curled tightly in my fists and pulled up to my neck. My eyes adjust and I remember where I am. Chase sighs and I realize I’m hanging off the edge of his king sized bed, while he’s still where he started the night and resting contentedly. I rarely sleep well, but the nights I’ve been with him are the best sleep I’ve ever had. Why am I so far from him? Clinging to the edge and blankets for comfort? He’s so far away. I sit up and gaze at him, lying there comfortable and at rest. He’s gorgeous and he wants me here with him. I release the blankets and move over to him. He’s where I belong. I kiss his cheek sweetly and wrap my arm around his waist as I make his strong chest my pillow. Instinctively, he pulls me closer. I put my feet between his legs and accept him, snuggling against him and fall back asleep effortlessly.

  Chase

  I wake up in the middle of the night and she’s using me as her pillow. She’s sleeping and breathing deeply, curled into me with her head on my chest, her legs entangled with mine and her arm possessively across my body. My arm is around her back, holding her to me. She’s beautiful. I push her hair out of her face and kiss her forehead, content and satisfied to have her in my arms. I close my eyes and start to drift back to sleep, when I feel her kiss my chest and her hand wrap around my dick. I splay my hand across her back receptively and only half awake. She makes sweet little noises and pulls herself on top of me, pressing her hands and lips to my chest. She’s biting and sucking all over me. I’m hit with deja vu from that first night in Arizona and I know how I got the marks, I remember watching her then as she traveled my body just like she’s doing right now. The thought of stopping her is not an option because she feels so good on my body, her hands touching me, her tongue licking me, her mouth sucking on me. The difference now is that I want in her and I know what it’s like to be there. I reach for her hips and press her against my hard dick, so she can feel how hard I am and how much I want her. She slides her panties off, reaches for my hard length and guides me inside her without taking a breath. Oh fuck, she fits me better than my baseball glove. I move inside her mindlessly, unable to help myself. I can’t stop myself from taking her selfishly. She keeps biting and sucking at my chest, pushing me forward and making me want more. I try to take control, I want her under me, but she stops me and sits up. She starts to ride me, grinding against me and touching herself. I’m watching her every move and it’s driving me crazy—the way she takes control, the way she’s touching herself. I look at her face, her eyes are closed and her body is relaxed. I push up
into her and she cries out, leaning her head back and arching her body. Her eyes open, she finally looks at me and smiles. I don’t think she’s really awake and I wonder if she knows what she’s doing. I know I’m only half awake and, man, this sleepy state I’m in is sexy, hazy, indulgent. I can’t help but to keep watching her. She rides me harder and harder, pushing down onto me like she needs more, grinding against me and rubbing her clit. I’m just happy to be part of it and I keep watching her. She moves faster and rubs at her hard nub faster, harder, fiercely, until she suddenly falls apart, screaming out as she comes around me. I was in complete control, now suddenly I’m ready to explode and not prepared. Damn it! Fuck! I want to come right where I am. I just want to go with it, feeling her around me tighter and tighter. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I groan, needy and on the edge.

  “Just do it. It feels too good not to.” Kristina says in a sweet voice and I know I can’t because I told her I’d always protect her. I’m still not sure she’s awake.

  “No, I have to protect you, Sweetness. You’re my girl.” I pull out and go for a condom, but I’m too far gone. Kristina watches me grasp my dick and start to stroke it. She leans down and takes me in her mouth, licking and sucking at my hard dick. It’s the end of me. I come almost instantly in her hot wet mouth and she doesn’t pull back or stop. She sucks and licks at me, like she wants more. Oh, fuck me I’m so done. I watch her and it’s so hot to see her finishing me like this. Fuck! I can see her swallowing. She licks me clean before releasing me and all I can think about is her. I couldn’t forget her if I tried. No woman has ever treated me the way she does, touched me the way she does.

  Kristina lies down next to me and all I can do is look at her. I don’t know what to do with myself, I just, she is, I mean, fuck me. I gaze into her eyes, baring everything to her and feeling things that I shouldn’t. I pull her to me desperately, claiming her mouth with one kiss and pulling back to see her eyes. I want to know she’s in the same place with me and I have no idea what I’m searching for. I roll her underneath me, burying her in my bed sheets and comforter like we’re cocooned in our own private cloud. I touch my lips to hers softly and take a deep breath, inhaling her into me while our electricity shocks me through my limbs and stabs me in the heart. I put my hands in her hair, holding her head while I kiss her tenderly. I know I’m naked and on top of her, but I just want to kiss her. I love her lips. I want to cherish her sweet lips and taste her. I try to memorize her lips and the feel of her, her sweetness. I feel her heart beat with mine and I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but kiss her like she’s the air I need to breathe. I want her for more, and damn it, if I don’t want her enough.