And the batter doesn’t even care. Michael Cobb runs up and gives Jeremy a hug on the mound. Together, they’re part of history. I have goose bumps.
The cameras follow Jeremy into the dugout, where the team is celebrating.
Axel and I are jumping up and down and hugging, and then suddenly we kiss in celebration. It is shocking and exhilarating at the same time, but I’m too excited to overanalyze it.
We stay in our seats until the seventh-inning stretch, continuing to chat with Oliver and his dad sitting next to us. We learn that Oliver’s dad is a lawyer in Los Angeles with a big firm.
“Do you have a card?” Axel asks.
“Are you in trouble?”
“No, but I have something I’d like to send to Oliver, and I figure rather than having you give a stranger your home address, I can mail it to you at work. Then you can check it out before you give it to him.”
He nods and hands him a business card.
“Oliver, we’re going to go see some friends,” Axel tells the boy. “I hope you enjoy the rest of the game. You were here when the record that hadn’t been touched in almost fifty years was broken. Even if it gets broken a dozen times in your lifetime, this is still very special.”
“Thanks.” Oliver nods solemnly. “It was nice sitting next to you.”
Axel and I make our way up to the visiting VIP box, which is a giant party. Axel takes a picture of Oliver’s dad’s business card and fires off a text. “I’m sending this to my assistant, Kelly. She’ll send a signed Jeremy Hamilton picture and baseball to Oliver.”
My heart melts. “That’s so generous of you.”
“I’m a sucker for people who love baseball.” He winks at me, and my heart flutters.
Nate and Lilly are positively glowing. When Nate sees me, he opens his arms and yells, “Can you believe he did it?”
“Absolutely!” I laugh. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if he breaks his own record again today.”
I hug Nate, and he turns to Axel. “I’ll never be so happy to write a bonus check for that record.”
Thomas Luck seems strangely silent, and with one last sour look, he and Candy take the opportunity to exit.
By the end of the game, Jeremy has broken his own record two more times, leaving the current top speed at 112.7 miles an hour.
The Tarantulas have struggled to keep up, and the Prospectors win the game. Jeremy finishes all nine innings, and both teams charge the pitcher’s mound to celebrate after the last out. Everyone recognizes the magnitude of this day. Jeremy has broken a record most had given up on, and pitched a complete game to boot.
Nate invites us to stick around, as most of the forty owners are here to celebrate. Champagne bottles are distributed through the dugout, and the head of the league is here to recognize Jeremy’s accomplishment. All are soon bathed in champagne.
Eventually Nate leads us down to the locker room and allows us to follow him in. The room is stuffed with press.
In the midst of everything, Axel’s phone rings. “Yes, Mary. He did it,” he says when he answers. “Yes, I’m excited. Let me see if I can get my phone to him. It’s pretty crazy here.”
I watch Axel bob and weave through the crowd, boom mics, and cameras. Jeremy sees him and gives him a big hug. Axel speaks into his ear for a moment and then hands him the phone.
Despite the cameras, Jeremy puts it to his ear. “Ma, did you see?” I hear him yell. “I did it.”
They talk for a few moments as Frank Mendez pushes the press outside. Then we stand near the back with several of the owners as he wraps up the game with a team meeting, as if they didn’t just break a record.
The PR team stays close to Jeremy, and I’m assuming they’ll go with him as he does the press gauntlet. Someone hands out schedules, and Nate will be interviewed by some news outlets, and Jeremy will do the morning shows.
“Are you still good with sticking around for the rest of the series?” Axel asks me. “Since Jeremy won’t be playing tomorrow, we can get to know each other without all the craziness.”
“I’d like that,” I say.
Chapter 7
Mia
It’s past midnight now, and Axel has stood with me throughout the evening and into the night during the party in Nate’s suite. Axel’s warmth with Oliver during the game and the way he took care of Jeremy after the game have told me a lot about who he is. He stayed with Jeremy during all the interviews, and when he could tell Jeremy had done as many as he could take, Axel shooed everyone away. I really like what he’s shown me about himself.
He bumps my shoulder with his, and I can feel the heat rolling off of him. My body has been screaming to play, and his subtle touches all day have told me he feels the same way.
“Do you want to go to my room?” Axel asks. He leans in and his warm breath sends jolts to my core. “I don’t want to assume, but we’ve had hours of time with all these people, and I wouldn’t mind some time alone with you.”
I turn to him and smile. “I think I’d like that.”
The party is still raging and probably will be for a while. They won’t miss us.
Axel leads me out by the hand to the elevator, where the electricity crackles between us. We ride down to the fifteenth floor, and he leads me to his room. My room is just across the hall. How convenient. After the lock gives us the green light to enter, he holds the door open for me to pass in front of him.
I’m not even nervous. I’m just buzzing from the celebration of today. It’s been one of my best by far.
When the door closes behind us, Axel touches a wall switch and a gentle light bathes the room. “I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get here,” he says, looking into my eyes.
“I get it. It was a huge night for Jeremy, and he needed you.”
“I can’t believe how perfect you are.” Axel shakes his head, but his eyes never leave my lips. “I want to kiss you.”
I smile and step forward to press myself against his body. All day I’ve been wanting to do this—the kiss at the ballpark hardly counted. He tilts my head up and his lips gently press against mine. I sigh as he strokes his bottom lip across mine, and my breath catches. I moan at the sensual touch.
He caresses my neck, and a shiver runs through my body. As our tongues do a slow and erotic dance, my skin prickles with electricity. His hand moves to my back toward the curve of my ass. I can feel his erection growing at my apex, and I know where I want this to go tonight.
My grip tightens on him as he squeezes the globes of my ass, and our kiss becomes more feverish. His hands slide up to the bottom of my T-shirt, and he breaks the kiss to pull it over my head.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I can’t speak. I can’t string any words or sounds together. He’s lit every cell in my body on fire. I stare at him and nod. His lips move to my neck, and I gasp as I lick and kisses his way down.
I reach for the buttons on his shirt as Axel pulls back to stare at my breasts in their demicup bra. Right now, it barely contains me. He places his hands under my breast and lifts them reverently. My hard nipples appear over the edges of the cups. He immediately sucks one into his mouth, and the bliss of the intense sensation overtakes me. He gently squeezes and tugs on the second nipple as he strokes the first with his tongue.
I clutch his head and pull him tighter against me, probably threatening to suffocate him. His attention turns to my breasts and pushes me over the edge, and I shudder with a small orgasm.
Stroking the tent in his pants, I can tell he’s big and hard. While I struggle with the button on his jeans, I finish the last few buttons of his shirt and push it off his shoulders. His jeans soon follow.
“I think someone here needs to lose her jeans, too.”
I bite my lip as I stare at the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. For a moment I’m overcome by its size, and I’m not sure it will ever fit, but I’m willing to take one for the team and try.
He steps back as I unbutton and remove my jeans, and I stand b
efore him in my La Perla boy shorts and matching bra.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I lean back on the bed, and he slips the bra off of me and worships my tits with his mouth and hands until I’m squirming with desire.
His fingers stroke my seam through the panties. “You’re so wet.” He moves lower. The heat coming from my center is intense. Hooking his fingers under the elastic of my underwear, he pulls them down. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” He parts my thighs and nestles between them. His tongue dips between my folds, and he sucks and pulls on the nub. A second orgasm rolls through me.
I hold my breasts, pinching the nipples between my fingers as my toes curl. I feel his fingers find the magic spot deep inside me and massage. He slurps my juices as I moan and hold his head against me.
“Axel! Please! I need you inside me! Please!” I gasp as I push his head away.
He climbs up my body, his eyes filled with raw need as his cock bobs between his legs. He looks enormous. Fully erect, he’s at least ten inches and dauntingly thick. He reaches for his wallet on the side table and pulls out a condom package.
When he hands it to me, I operate on instinct and use my teeth to open it. Everything always seemed so awkward with my previous lovers. But somehow, this feels sexy and right. I’m not quite sure what to make of it, but now is not the time for thinking. I lean forward and lick his oozing slit. I look up at him and lick the length, sucking on his sack. Only then do I roll the condom onto his cock, and he shivers with anticipation.
He bends down and kisses me again. “Just tell me when it’s too much, baby.”
He runs that heavy and hot flesh across my opening, making himself wet and slick. I moan and close my eyes in bliss. But, my eyes shoot open when the thick head presses into my opening as he drives himself slowly into my heat. Fuck! I cry out and pull at his body as I desperately want more.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No! Please keep going.”
He slowly increases the pace until he’s thrusting into my depths.
Just when I’m not sure I can take any more, he leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue caressing mine, and the tension melts away. He rolls us over, never breaking the connection, and holds my weight above him with his hands under my bottom to prevent me from taking any more of him inside.
“What are you doing?” I moan, pushing against him in an attempt to continue the pleasurable journey.
“Teasing you, of course, Mia.” Axel smiles. “I think it’s my new all-time favorite hobby.”
I want it all—fully inside me. “I need more of you,” I complain. “All of you.”
“Are you sure you can handle more of me?” he asks with a smirk.
“I’m desperate for you.”
“I know.” He grins and rolls onto his back, keeping our connection. “Hence the word tease.” His strong arms lift my body up and down on his length, entirely controlling how much of him is able to slide into my tight, twitching body.
My hands are on his hard pecs for balance, and I can’t get over how ripped and strong he is. “Torment would be a better word.”
He grins. “Poor Mia. I can drop you straight down onto the entire length of me? Is that what you’re asking for? For me to drive uncontrollably into you?”
As the naughty words leave his mouth, my internal muscles clench around him, answering the question on my behalf. Without any warning, Axel releases my body, allowing it to do just as he threatened. I scream as the entirety of Axel plows from beneath me into my tight, wet, swollen sex.
“You didn’t let me answer!” I gasp.
“Sorry, but your body answered for you,” he growls, lifting me once again so I’m suspended partway up his cock. “Let me show you.”
“‘Oh God,” I moan, squeezing him in anticipation as I hover above.
“Are you ready to feel the full extent of my hard, unrestrained cock slamming into you again, Mia?”
My channel clamps around him. His thumb circles my hard nub.
“If it’s too much, we can do something else.”
This feels too good to do anything else. I shake my head, lean back, and enjoy the pleasure he’s pulling from my body. I close my eyes and put every ounce of focus into rhythmically rocking my hips, trying to offer Axel some of the pleasure he’s selflessly given me.
Axel’s muscles tighten, and he groans as he reaches his own climax.
Sparks rush out from my center as I cling to the man driving bolt after bolt of lightning into me. I wrap my legs around his ass and hold him tight to regain some control over myself. Gradually, my mind settles back inside my body, and I lie across him.
Axel slips his softening cock from me and lies alongside. I settle myself against him, kissing his shoulder fondly. He smiles, and I sigh with happiness, content to be wrapped in his arms.
Chapter 8
Axel
Crap. I can’t believe we did that. It was amazing, but now for the awkward after-chat.
I clear my throat. “Damn, that was fun.”
She smiles. “I think it was better than fun. I don’t usually jump into bed on my first date.”
“I know what you mean,” I say, though I’m ready to go again. “The emotions of this day have been incredible—flying down here and watching that game…”
“Can you believe what Jeremy accomplished? I mean, he’s seventeen years old.” Mia rolls over to look at me. “He could have a career that lasts decades. Nolan Ryan played until he was forty-six. It’s incredible.”
“He’s young, but did you see how well he handled everything?”
She sighs. “I know. He’s a natural. I’m so glad I was there to see him break the record.”
She’s so beautiful, and she reaches for my cock. My eyebrows rise.
“I did say it was better than a lot of fun,” she murmurs. “I wouldn’t mind another round. Seems like you’re up for it.”
“Oh, I’m up for it.” I roll her on her back and run my fingers through her wet slit. She’s so sexy. I reach for another condom and rip the foil packaging open as I kneel between her legs. “This time will be all about you.”
I open my eyes the next morning and have to tamp down the excitement growing inside me. When Nate suggested staying for the second game, I was sure I could find excuses to not spend every minute with Mia, if I needed to. But somehow that’s not at all what I want. Just the opposite…
I love her passion for baseball. She’s beautiful, confident, and my dick hasn’t been interested in this much action from the same woman in months. I’m usually done and ready to chew my arm off to escape if she wants to cuddle or go for round two.
Mia’s head rests on my shoulder, and I stroke her jet-black locks. Her hair feels like satin, and she smells like flowers. Her nipple is exposed, and I circle it into a hardened peak. She moans, and I’m ready.
Rolling her onto her back, I nudge her legs wide and wake her by gently lapping at her clit and stroking her with two fingers, which have migrated their slippery way inside her while she sleeps. I can feel the bundle of nerves as I massage her G-spot. She clenches tightly around my fingers and moans again. She’s awake.
I look up at her half-open eyes as she settles back and revels in the experience. I lap up all of her excitement. She tastes amazing.
After a moment she sits up, and I roll over to my back as she reaches for a condom. In moments she’s rolled it on me, climbed on, and impaled herself. It’s tight, but after she adjusts, she rocks back and forth. She finds her rhythm, and I reach for her breasts. I palm them until I groan and send my seed into the condom. For I moment I wish I was sending my seed deep into her body and claiming her. Where did that thought come from?
As we lie back and catch our breath, I look at the clock. “I need to meet Jeremy and the guys for breakfast. Do you want to come?”
“Yes. But only if it’s appropriate. I can meet him another time. I can catch up with Nate and Lilly or work on my
computer. I could actually go to my room,” she adds with a laugh.
“Let me see what the guys have going on. They may have gone to bed only a few hours ago. You never know.”
I pull my phone from the bedside table and type out a text.
Me: Good morning. Have you gotten any sleep at all?
I don’t get an immediate response.
Jeremy: The guys are still out, but I’m awake. I went to bed around eleven last night. You still up for breakfast?
I turn to Mia. “Something’s up. Jeremy went to bed early last night, and it was his party. Do you mind if I meet him alone for breakfast?”
“Of course not. Go. Have breakfast. See what’s happening with him. He has the day off, so do what you need to do.”
“Okay, but I’d love to spend the afternoon with you and see the game tonight.”
She smiles. “I love that idea. Go have breakfast with Jeremy. I’ll be here working.”
I kiss her. “I wouldn’t mind a repeat of last night first.”
My hand begins to wander as I kiss her again, and she spreads her legs.
“Sorry I’m late,” I say as I slide into a booth in the hotel’s restaurant across from Jeremy.
He looks at his Apple Watch. “You’re precisely on time.”
“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him. “I think we should try to talk your parents into coming out for a game next week when we’re back at home.”
“I talked to them last night, and they’re not sure they can come.”
“Why not?”
Jeremy shrugs. “There are a lot of moving parts at the farm.”
“I’ll call them. Maybe if I tell them I’m buying the plane tickets, they might be more receptive.”
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