Stealing Home Chapter 2
I stepped into the batter's box and took my customary three practice swings before cocking the bat over my shoulder and staring down Carlos Zambrano as he started his wind up. I shifted my weight, almost smiling as my stance felt right again. I zeroed in on the ball as it hurtled toward me. That small, white cowhide was all I could see. It was level with my waist and heading right toward the center of the plate. Ahh, the sweet spot. I swung, as I always did, on pure instinct. Baseball was about timing and being just a second ahead or behind was the difference between a hit and a pop up. The head of the bat made contact with the ball and I took off instantly, a grin stretching my face as the ball scorched through the gap between short and third. A solid base hit. I legged it out and took a wide turn as if I were going to run to second but Weeks had fielded the ball cleanly so I wasn't about to chance it.
I didn't even give a damn when I remained stranded at first, Uley having struck out on a low curve ball. I felt good, finally. "Nice hit, Captain," Emmett told me with a grin as he ran to take his position at first. I grabbed my glove and settled in at short. I wondered if Bella was watching and if she was feeling smug about having been right. I'd been on a hot streak for a week now and that had more than a little bit to do with her advice. And also, maybe, a lot to do with the way she made me feel.
Every night, after the game, I went into the batting cage and took extra swings. And every night, like clockwork, she found me once the rest of the team had cleared out. She'd chat with me as she watched me swing, telling me how it looked and if I needed any further adjustment to my stance. We also talked, about anything and everything. She told me about her time away at school. I ate up her college stories, never having attended myself. I'd hit the minor leagues straight out of high school and though I could hardly regret it, seeing as I had a pretty decent career, I still missed out on the parties and the girls…oh and classes too.
Bella loved every minute of her college experience and she'd graduated with honors with her business degree. She was incredibly smart, which I'd known before but had managed to forget over the years. I admit I inwardly cringed whenever she mentioned something about her college boyfriend, some guy she'd dated for a couple of years. Of course, I hadn't exactly been a monk since she'd left and I didn't expect her to wait around for me to get my head out of my ass where she was concerned but it still stung a little to know that I hadn't been her first…that I wouldn't be her only. And that was just ridiculous. I'd had my opportunity to be that guy but had been too much of a pussy to take it. I would just have to reap the benefits of her experience.
It wasn't like all we did was talk, either. We spent countless hours kissing and touching, exploring one another's bodies but never taking it further than above the clothes groping. I had taken to waiting to shower until after I got home every night, so I could jerk off as I relieved the feel of her hands buried in my hair, running over my chest, sliding south…
"Wake up, Cullen!" I jerked myself out of my ruminations as Uley trotted past me into the dugout. I was uncomfortably hard just thinking about my evenings with Bella. I should be tired as shit, too, but I had a ton of energy these days. I was cheerful and whistling…Emmett kept asking what I was on and if I could get him some as well. I wasn't about to share the source of my high; she was all mine. And that was pretty amazing.
I brushed past Newton who was shrugging out of his chest pad and gave him a smirk, along with slight elbow to his right side. He glared at me and didn't say anything, because he fucking couldn't. Since his initial game batting in my spot, he'd cooled considerably, batting a mere .235 and an atrocious .198 with runners in scoring position. Meanwhile, I'd gone .355 and .425 with runners in scoring position. He knew his days were numbered and he'd be back to the seven hole as soon as the playoffs started. We'd clinch with a win today and then we could take it easy for a few days before we had to get serious again. I'd bet all the money I had that I'd be moved back into my rightful place by the end of the week.
I sat down next to Emmett and ruffled his hair. "Will you please hook me up with whatever you're on? My kids keep waking up alternating hours of the night and Rose kicks me out of bed to deal with them nine times out of ten. I need a pick me up."
"No can do, buddy. This high is all natural," I said with a shit-eating grin.
He narrowed his eyes at me and then his face lit up. "It's a woman!" he shouted. Half the fucking team turned to see what he was yelling about and I shushed him. "That's it, isn't it? You're not taking amphetamines or B12 shots, you've got yourself a girl," he said more quietly.
"Eh, you don't know what you're talking about. I'm on a hot streak so of course I'm feeling good." I wasn't ready to talk about Bella yet. Hell, even if she weren't my boss it was too early to talk about it, right? I mean, I may feel more for her than I'd ever felt for anyone before but it was definitely too early to be discussing her with my buddies. We hadn't even had sex yet. I hadn't even seen her naked yet. Yes, it was definitely too early.
"Sure I don't," Emmett snorted, leaning over to grab a batting helmet in case anyone got on before Newton got up to bat. "It wasn't that utterly long ago that I walked around looking as goofy as you did, when I met a certain blonde spitfire at a car show in Vegas."
I opened my mouth to comment but then closed it again because it was true. He'd been on cloud nine after he met Rose and hadn't come down from it until the twins came along. He was still completely besotted; he was just too tired to truly be up all the time. Kids did that to you. Jazz already looked like shit and it had only been a week since Jasmine had been born. I was thinking about offering to let him stay at my place during any home games during the playoffs but Alice would probably castrate me if I did. Jasper could just be tired; I wasn't risking my balls before I had a chance to make love to Bella.
"So, who is she? Why haven't you mentioned her yet? You're not usually so quiet about your conquests," Emmett prodded, looking at me expectantly.
"I can't…it's not, it's just different, okay?" I told him, frustrated because I couldn't tell him who she was and I didn't know how to articulate what she meant. I used to live for the game, for the crack of the bat and the smell of the grass and the adrenaline. Now it was all secondary to a sexy woman with big brown eyes and the softest skin I'd ever touched. It was scary just how fast I was falling. At least I didn't seem to be alone. Bella was still Ms. Swan when everyone else was around but she dropped the hard shell the instant we were alone. Even when we were talking baseball, she spoke like a fan instead of an owner. I far preferred it, although, I found her surprisingly arousing when she had her Ms. Swan armor on as well. Mainly because I liked to try to get under her skin without anybody realizing it. I was damned good at it too. It was strange, like she was two different people and I wanted them both. I wanted to make love to Bella but I wanted to fuck Ms. Swan. Basically I was a walking hard-on these days.
Emmett laughed and butted me with his helmet. "You finally found one you care about. I never thought I'd see the day! It's worth every second of the aggravation, man." I shook my head but didn't bother to deny his words. Bella was worth the wait. I may want to kick my own ass for being too stupid to make a move on her years ago but I hadn't been ready for her then. I was now.
Cheney got on base and Newton was walking to the plate with two out. Emmett put his helmet on and sent me another knowing grin before grabbing his bat and hitting the on deck circle. I couldn't hide my own smile when Newton took a fastball to the left shoulder and winced in pain. Hey, at least he finally got on base. Douche. I leaned forward as Emmett strode to the plate and took his position in the batter's box. He hit Zambrano like a dream and we had two on. Emmett watched as the first pitch caught the outside corner and was called a strike. He turned and said something to the ump but he didn't argue too vociferously so the call was probably correct. The next pitch was high and inside, brushing Emmett back off the plate. Ball one. Emmett shot a look at Zambrano and I chuckled. Pissing Emmett off was never a good thing. Sure enough, the next pitch was a low strike, right down the middle. Emmett took a gigantic swing and from the sound the ball made when the bat struck it, it was clearly a home run. The ball sailed over the fence, going about 435 feet by the looks of it. We were up 3-0 and had five innings to go to clinch the division.
Two hours later we ran into the locker room and dove into the celebratory bottles of champagne, squirting it all over one another. I got a nice shot of liquor right into Newton's left eye, which may have been done on purpose but he could never prove it. It didn't take long for us all to be sticky and in some cases a little tipsy. Bella had wisely arranged for a shitload of cabs so everyone could get home safely at the end of the night. She'd also managed to avoid being caught in the crossfire, coming in after the rowdiness had settled down and congratulating us on making the post season. She sent everyone a smile, her eyes lingering on me before she went back to her office. I loved the way she looked at me.
"Hitting the cage again, Edward?" Emmett asked, leaning his head against the locker and eying me suspiciously. That or he was just wasted and couldn't keep his eyes open. It was hard to tell.
I smiled. "Sure, why break my mojo now? It's working for me."
Emmett laughed exuberantly and smacked his hand against the locker, a resounding bang echoing through the locker room. "If you say so." He looked around and then leaned toward me, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Be sure to tell Ms. Swan I said congratulations."
I blanched and looked around to make sure nobody heard him. There were still a few stragglers in the locker room but they weren't looking our way. "Uh, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, and I'm suddenly a blind idiot. I saw the way you were looking at her. And the way she looked at you, though she's at least a little more subtle about it. I thought about using my jock to wipe the drool off your face."
I smacked him. "That's foul, Em! Your jock better not be getting anywhere near my face."
"You know you want me. You're just too afraid of Rosie."
"Yes, that's it, the only thing keeping me from expressing my love for you." He laughed loudly and let out a loud hiccup.
"Well, I won't tell Ms. Swan about your lust for me. It'll be our little secret." His voice was starting to carry.
"Would you cut it out?" I hissed, smacking his huge arm as he howled with laughter. Then it hit me and I smiled at him. "Shouldn't you be getting home to Rose?"
He instantly stopped laughing at looked down at his watch. "Oh shit! It's almost midnight. She's going to kill me." And he was off like a shot, running pretty quickly for a drunken moron.
"Take one of the cabs," I shouted after him. He nodded and flicked me off without turning around. I chuckled as I got out of my wine soaked jersey and made my way to the showers. I wasn't going to wait until I got home to shower tonight. Plus, while I liked the thought of Bella licking champagne off me, I didn't think she'd be overly turned on by my stickiness.
I cleaned myself off quickly and changed into jeans and green t-shirt and grabbed one of the few leftover bottles of champagne on ice. I didn't bother with the ruse of going to the batting cages tonight; I went directly to Bella's office and knocked on her door.
"Come in," she called softly. I pushed open the door and grinned at her. She looked absurdly sexy sitting behind that big cherry desk in her prim black suit. I really wanted to throw everything off her desk and take her on top of it. I needed to hit that home run soon.
"Congratulations, boss," I told her, walking over to the old crystal decanter Charlie had kept on his shelf. I grabbed two glasses and popped the cork out of the bottle and poured us each a glass of champagne and placed one on her desk. She took it and smiled up at me but it didn't reach her eyes. I traced my fingers over her jaw. "What's wrong?"
The smile dissolved from her face and tears filled her eyes. "He would have been so excited tonight. He would have been right in there with you all, getting soaked with champagne and celebrating. I miss him so much, Edward." I perched on the edge of the desk and pulled her into my arms and she put her head on my shoulder and started to cry.
"I know, baby. I'll never forget the first time we made the playoffs, my second year with the club. He shook that champagne bottle and the cork flew and hit Emmett right in the back of the head. Charlie laughed and laughed and Em didn't dare get pissed because he was the boss. They got wasted together and passed out in this office. Jasper and I posed them in rather incriminating ways…I think I still have the photos somewhere. I like to taunt Emmett with them when gets out of line." She started laughing and tilted her head back and smiled at me. I wiped the tears off her face, thrilled that I could make her smile when she was down.
"Thank you, Edward, I needed that. I hated sitting in here, alone, feeling bad when I should be celebrating with the rest of you."
"You can celebrate with me now, sweetheart." She smiled and pressed her lips to mine and I was lost again, like I always was when I kissed her. She pulled away and picked up her drink and handed me mine.
"To winning," she said, clinking her glass against mine.
"To Charlie, who put this team together and to you, who pushed it over the top," I said. She teared up again but they didn't spill over this time and she raised her glass and tipped it toward me before taking a drink.
"To my team captain, for sucking up his demotion like a man." I gave her a mock glare and she giggled. "And also for not acting like a smug prick when I tell him that he'll be back to batting in the three spot tomorrow."
I chuckled and put my drink down, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Can't I be a little bit of a smug prick? I'm really quite good at it." She laughed and shook her head. "Can I at least taunt Newton a little bit? He had a good time giving me shit when he took my place."
She bit her lip and scrunched her forehead like she as in deep thought, then shook her head. "I'm afraid not," she said regretfully. "If you do, he'll come whining to me again and I don't know if I can deal with that anymore. He seems to think I find him charming but he's dead wrong."
"Has he hit on you?" I demanded, ready to push off the desk and find him and give him the beat down he so richly deserved. She hadn't said anything but I knew he wanted her and wouldn't put it past him to make a move and her not to tell me for fear that I would beat the shit out of him, which I most assuredly would do.
"Not really. He's dropped little hints that he'd like to take me out but I pretend not to notice and he gives up," she replied with a grin. "I was never into catchers anyway."
"Oh, yeah?" I pulled her a little closer to me. "Just who are you into?"
She tilted her hand and put her right index finger on her lip, giving every appearance of contemplating my question. "Pitchers!" she responded with a triumphant smile.
"Hmm, pitchers huh? Well, did you know, Ms. Swan, that I was a pitcher in high school?" She shook her head, her eyes widening in surprise. "I was good, too. I could have pitched in the bigs but they wanted me more for my bat than my arm." Initially I had been eyed as a potential starter but the scouts decided I should play every day. I loved hitting but occasionally I missed pitching. "Maybe you could use me if we go extras sometime. It'd be fun." I'd probably get shelled, not having pitched in years, but I'd love it.
"I'll keep that in mind," she murmured, looking at me with interest.
"It's just nice to find out something about you I didn't know. A pitcher," she whispered. "Sexy."
"Shortstops are pretty sexy too," I pointed out, grinning at her.
"That's true. Derek Jeter is a total hottie," she said, trying and failing to keep a straight face.
"I'll tell him you think so," I said, pulling out my phone and flipping it open.
Her eyes widened and she tried to grab my phone from me but I held it above her head, laughing as she tried to jump in her sexy heels. "Don't you dare, Edward!" I flipped the phone closed and put it back in my pocket. "Do you really have Derek Jeter's phone number?" she asked, a glint in her eye.
"Yes. Want me to make that call after all?" I teased.
She shrugged. "Why not? He might go for me, right?" She smiled sweetly and I growled at her and pushed her onto her desk, settling between her legs.
"I'm sure he would but I'm afraid that he can't have you," I told her.
"Why not?" she asked, slightly out of breath.
"Because you're mine." I brushed her hair off her shoulder and placed a soft kiss on her neck.
"Oh, I am, am I? I didn't know I was a possession." The words were Ms. Swan's but the voice was Bella's, breathless and excited. My hand fisted in her hair involuntarily and I thought about taking her right there, on the desk, like I'd wanted to do since the moment I'd followed her sexy ass into the room a week ago. She deserved better than that though. We'd make plenty use of this office in due time.
I released her hair and she let out a little sigh, perhaps of disappointment. I grinned at her. "Well, if I possess you, you can possess me. I believe in equality."
She smiled slyly. "I think that sounds fair." She grabbed me by my collar and pulled me in for a kiss that made me second guess my decision not to take her then and there. I pulled back reluctantly and she pouted at me adorably. "Come on, Edward, I want to celebrate."
I took her hand and tugged her off the desk. "So do I, but I don't want our first time to be here. I know it sounds cheesy but I've wanted you for a long time and while fucking you hard and fast over your desk holds a lot of appeal…" she trilled out a laugh and I felt my cock get harder from just the sound of her happiness alone. "I'd rather take my time and do it right."
She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me flush to her delectable body. I buried my face in her hair. "You're such a contradiction, Edward. You infuriate me constantly but then you can be incredibly sweet." Her fingers trailed up and down my back, sending shivers dancing down my spine. "When will the time be right? I want you."
I wanted her too and I could keep putting her off, wait until the season was over and drive us both nuts, or I could give us what we both wanted. I pulled back and looked down into her hopeful face. "Come home with me?" I asked. I wanted to take her to my home, have her in my bed.
A smile brightened her face and she put her hand in mine. "Let's go."
The ride home felt interminable even though I was speeding through the streets. I was stone cold sober, though I wished I had a little bit of a buzz to control the inexplicable nerves creeping up on me. I kept hold of her hand while I steered with my left, just needing to touch to her to assure myself that she was in fact there, next to me, and not some amazing dream that I didn't want to end. I used to dream about her, right after she went away to school. I thought about visiting her at her dorm, crawling into one of those tiny twin beds and wrapping my body around hers. Tonight I would get to do just that, though we'd be in my much bigger king sized bed. I was actually kind of sad that we'd have all that room to maneuver.
I pulled into one of my assigned spaces in the parking garage and turned off the car, exiting quickly and hurrying around the Ferrari to let Bella out. I took her hand in mine again and tried to ignore the ridiculous flutter in my stomach at just her touch. We made our way to the elevators and I hit the button for the 10th floor. Bella's hand gripped mine tightly as she leaned into my side. Maybe waiting hadn't been my best idea. I should have just let my hormones rule and taken her in the office, then I wouldn't feel like a virgin on prom night right now. Why did I feel that way? Because she matters.
And that was it really. I cared about Bella, a lot. The evenings I'd spent with her had been the best of my life, almost like no time had passed at all. We just slipped back into that easy flow we'd had when she had her crush on me and I'd had my very own secret crush on her. And of course, the kissing was incredible. I hadn't had so many make-out sessions since I was in high school. It left me stimulated and frustrated at the same time, but I wouldn't have traded getting to know her again for all the sex in the world.
It freaked me out a little that neither of us were speaking, but I knew if I were to say anything I'd babble like an overexcited kid on the first day of vacation. This was way better than vacation. There was an air of anticipation humming between the two of us. I knew that I couldn't set the stage for seduction tonight. I had to have her quickly. The elevator stopped and I led Bella down the hallway to my door, unlocking it frantically, as if I were a pregnant woman in need of a bathroom. It was ridiculous how excited and nervous I was.
We got into the hallway and I threw my keys on the side table and shut the door, pressing Bella against it and finally giving into the need to claim her lips. That was what I needed, just to taste her again. My nerves vanished and I just felt the heat, the passion and even the affection between us. I liked this woman…hell, if I was honest; I was half in love with her already. Maybe all the way but I wasn't ready to admit that to myself yet, let alone her. We had time.
I started to tug on Bella's black jacket and she shrugged out of it. I broke our kiss to press my lips to her neck. "I love your Ms. Swan clothes," I murmured against her throat. I felt her half strangled laugh vibrate through my lips as I bit gently on her collarbone.
"Just get me out of them," she said huskily, tugging on my hair which made me groan as I continued my assault on her neck. I began unbuttoning her blouse and pulled her away from the door. I couldn't take her against the front door, even though I badly wanted to.
My lips stayed on her soft skin as I navigated the hallway. "Kitchen," I murmured, gesturing behind me. "Bathroom," I pointed to the right. She giggled as I kept on kissing her and giving her the most half-assed home tour ever. It was also the best one ever if I did say so myself. Finally, we were there. "Bedroom," I announced as I pushed her now unbuttoned blouse off her shoulders. I flicked on the light switch and sucked in a breath as I saw the sexy pink satin she wore underneath her shirt. Not basic white for my Bella. I traced a finger over that pink satin and ran my tongue over the dip in her cleavage. "So beautiful," I whispered as I steered her to the bed.
"You're the beautiful one," she told me as she yanked impatiently on my shirt. I laughed and pulled back so she could lift it over my head. Her hands immediately began to trace over my abdomen and I felt my muscles tighten underneath her touch. It felt incredible to have her hands on my skin at last.
I went back to kissing her neck and shoulders, then dipping down to trace my lips over the curved edges of her bra. She wrapped her arms around me and ran her fingernails up and down my back, sending shivers through me. God, she felt incredible in my arms. I reached back and undid her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders. I bit back a rather unmanly whimper as her breasts finally came into view, then wasted no time in putting my hands on them. They were perfection, fitting in the palm of my hands like they'd been made for me, with rosy nipples that just begged for my attention.
I ran my thumbs over her nipples and smiled as I watched them pebble under my touch as she moaned and threw back her head. She was so responsive…I loved it. I lowered my head and took her right peak in my mouth, running my tongue over her nipple before gently biting it. She gasped and buried both her hands in my hair, holding me as I lavished attention on her breast. I moved to the left one and gave it the same attention, as she whispered my name and thrust against me. I reached behind her and found the zipper to her skirt and undid it, pushing it over her hips, which she wiggled to help gravity work. She stepped out of the skirt and kicked off her shoes as I continued to feast on her lovely breasts.
"Edward, please," she whispered, tugging on my hair a little harder now, pulling my face away from her chest.
"Please what?" I asked, letting my eyes wander the rest of her, now that only her pink satin panties were left. Her stomach had that pretty little concave dip that I just wanted to lick and the string bikini underwear didn't cover a lot. I wanted to suck on the lovely hipbones that were jutting out and taste every inch of her pale skin. "You're stunning." She was too; better than I imagined she would be. Though I still wanted to kick my own ass for wasting time, I was sort of glad that we'd waited, because this moment would always be perfection in my eyes.
"I need you," she told me, her hands undoing the button on my jeans and flicking my fly open. She pulled my zipper down and started to push my pants off. I hurried to help her by stepping out of my shoes and my jeans, pulling her against me, our bodies only separated by the thinnest of barriers. I wanted to get her completely naked but I had some exploring to do first. I guided her onto the bed gently and thrilled at the sight of her spread out before me.
I lowered myself down on top of her, meeting her lips with mine again. She opened her mouth and our tongues met, seeking one another softly as my hands glided over her body. I ran my hands over her shoulders and her arms, down to her hands, pulling them up on either side of her shoulders and linking our fingers. She bucked against me and I felt my eyes cross as my cock aligned with her perfectly. It was too soon but I wanted to be inside of her badly.
I dragged my lips away from hers and went back to kissing her throat, tracing my tongue over her as she moaned beneath me. Still, I kept her hands in place, knowing that if I let her touch me now it would end too quickly. I'd wanted this girl for five years and I was going to savor being with her finally. I found her breasts again and smiled as I kissed all around her sensitive nipple before taking it into my mouth and tugging gently with my teeth. "Damn, Edward," she moaned. "That feels so good." Damn right it did. I gave the other nipple the same treatment before making my way down her sexy stomach.
My tongue darted out of my mouth and licked over that soft flesh. Her skin was like silk and she tasted like some sweet fruit, peaches and strawberries or something. Whatever it was, it was fantastic. I darted my tongue into her belly button and she jerked in surprise. "Holy shit," she whispered.
"What?" I asked, sticking my tongue in again and swirling it around as she jerked below me.
"Who knew that was an erogenous zone?" she asked breathlessly, wiggling as I kept my grip on her hands, holding her mostly in place.
"I did," I told her with a cheeky grin before I went back to kissing her stomach.
"Jackass," she huffed.
"Want me to stop?" I asked, looking up at her again. She was so damn beautiful, flushed with pleasure even as she scowled at me.
"Hell no," she told me. "You're just getting to the good part."
"Oh? What would that part be?"
"You know," she told me, gesturing with her chin.
"Right here?" I asked, dipping into her belly button again.
"Uh, no, but that's pretty good too," she replied
"Here?" I asked, kissing down her stomach and nipping her right hip bone with my teeth.
"Fuck!" she jerked up again.
"What's the matter, Bella?"
"Nothing, it's all very, very good."
"So, is this the spot then?" I nibbled on her left hip bone then and got that same arched back response. God, I loved teasing her.
"Not quite the one I had in mind but still pretty good," she responded, sounding like she'd done wind sprints around the stadium.
"Hmm, well, where else could you possibly be talking about?" I brought our joined hands down by her waist. "Maybe you should point it out?" She glared at me but pointed to her panty covered pussy. "Oh, there? Well why didn't you say so?"
"You are an asshole," she muttered, a flush covering her cheeks.
"Yes, but I'm your asshole," I told her, letting her hands go and yanking off her underwear with one good tug while she wasn't looking at me. She yelped in surprise as I threw the silky fabric across the room and ran my tongue over her bare pussy. God, how much did I love what was going on underneath Ms. Swan's perfect little suits? Sexy lingerie and a shaved pussy? Yes, she was going to have be naked a lot more often.
I ran my tongue over her clit as I slowly guided a finger inside her. Bella's hands, now free, went back to my head and held me there. I was trapped between soft thighs and strong hands and lapping at the sweetest pussy I'd ever tasted. She was so very worth the wait. She was incredibly wet and I slipped another finger inside her as I increased both the rhythm of my hands and my tongue. She writhed underneath me as I worked her over, curving my fingers forward and finding the spot that drove her wild. She screamed my name as she came apart, tightening around my fingers as I lapped her up. I slowly moved my fingers out of her as she unclenched and I continued to lick her gently as she came down from her orgasm.
She was completely spent on the bed, lying like a limp noodle, sprawled out with her eyes closed. God I hoped she wasn't too tired to finish this. I didn't think I had the strength not to take her. I crawled up her body and her eyes flashed open. She looked slightly dazed but at least she was still awake. "Bella, baby, I need to have you," I told her, my voice coming out a little too whiny but I couldn't help it.
She giggled and reached up to pull me down to her, our lips meeting. I groaned when she ran her tongue over my lips, tasting herself on me. That was so hot. I kept kissing her while I fumbled in my night stand, grabbing a condom and ripping it open. "Is this okay?" I asked.
"Well I didn't come here to play canasta," she told me with a giggle. I bit her neck and she squealed as I slid the condom over my aching cock. I had to be inside her.
"We'll play that another day," I told her as I lined my cock up with her pussy and slowly entered her. Her eyes rolled back a little as I slid all the way in and I moaned at the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping my entire length. I found her hands again and laced our fingers together. I wanted to be completely connected to her in all ways. My eyes met hers as I began to slow thrust in and out of her. I had never felt so at one with anyone in my life.
Her hips rose in perfect time with mine, as if we were meant to be joined. And maybe we had been; I'd just been too scared to see it the first time around. I kept my eyes on hers as I leaned forward to touch her lips with mine in a slow, savoring kiss. Her eyes were steady on mine as our lips moved in time with our bodies, slow, pleasurable movements.
Our pace increased together, as if we'd discussed it, but it was our bodies that just seemed to know what each other needed. Our hands tightened their grip on one another as our lips grew hungrier and our bodies moved faster. I felt her start to tighten around me as I increased my motion. My lips swallowed her cries as she came around me. My cock jerked at the sensation of her walls grasping around it and I felt my own orgasm erupt. Though my vision blurred, my eyes stayed locked on hers as I came inside her, our hands still joined. I gave her a gentle kiss as I slipped from her body and rolled next to her, still holding left hand as I rolled the condom off and wrapped it in a tissue. I turned back to her and brushed the sweaty hair off her face. She was so damn beautiful and I told her so.
She laughed and gave me a kiss and then curled up against me. I wrapped my arms around her. "That was worth the wait," she told me and I laughed.
"I agree. I don't think it would have been quite this good when you were seventeen." She shook her head and kissed my chest.
"Maybe not but it still would have been fun," she responded. I tilted her face up and kissed her again softly.
"I'm just glad you're here now."
"Me too." She kissed me again and then put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I realized I'd have to get up to turn off the light but I didn't want to relinquish her. My eyes fell on a baseball that was sitting by my bed. It was signed by my favorite Cardinal shortstop, Ozzie Smith. I plucked it off the nightstand and Bella's eyes opened as she felt my shoulder bunch up underneath her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, sounding rather sleepy. It was after 2 AM, so I couldn't blame her.
"Turning off the light," I told her. She sat up and so did I. This made it a lot easier so I threw the ball at the lamp and hit it dead on. The light went off as the bulb broke and the ball bounced off the wall and went God knows where. I'd find it in the morning. And I'd have to be careful about walking in the far corner of the room.
"I can't believe you didn't just get up to turn off the light," she told me.
"Admit it, that was way cooler," I told her with a chuckle as I lay back down and she snuggled against me.
"It wasn't very bright, there's glass all over the floor," she pointed out but I could hear the laughter in her voice.
"I just won't go in that corner," I told her. She giggled and kissed me.
"Goodnight, weirdo," she murmured.
I woke to sunlight streaming through the blinds and groaned at the intrusion. I'd woken Bella at 5 AM for an encore and a glance at my clock told me it was 10. I had to get up and get ready. I looked over and frowned as I saw that Bella was not in bed with me. I got out and wandered down the hallway, not bothering to put anything on. We had time for another round, maybe in the shower this time. That would be fantastic. "Bella?" I called, listening to her name echo off the marble floors. No response. Where the fuck was she?
There was a light on in the kitchen so I went in there but no Bella. There was, however, a note on the black granite countertop. I scowled and snatched it up. She fucking left!
I had to go in for a meeting with the GM at 11 and I didn't want to wake you. I stole one a pair of your boxers and one of your spring training t-shirts with your name on it. You're not going to get either one of them back, so thanks for the present. I also borrowed your car. Yes, I could have called a cab but you're going to the same place I am so I figure you can reclaim it later. I'd have left you cab fare but I figure you'd think I was paying you for sex and you'd be insulted. Plus, you were worth slightly more than what a cab would cost. Only slightly though. See you at work!
Fuck, she took my car! I didn't know whether I should be annoyed or impressed. I seemed to be a combination of both. The woman had balls, no doubt about it. And now I was supposed to take a cab? It's not like I didn't have other cars, it was the principle of the thing. Nobody drove my car, not even Emmett, except for that one time that he sucker punched me and took the keys. Ms. Swan was back. She was something else.
I decided I may as well have a sense of humor about it. It'd make a great story someday, years and years in the future. I grabbed some orange juice and went to shower and get ready for my day. Something told me it was going to be interesting.
I got to the stadium at 2 PM after calling Jasper for a ride, telling him I'd left my car at work and taken a cab home last night. I took some practice in the cage before heading out to the field to take some grounders. Emmett jogged over to me and looked me up and down. "So, how was it?"
"How was what?" I asked, scooping up the ball and throwing it to Uley at second. "Shouldn't you be in position?" I wondered.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I really need the work. How was it?"
"How was what, dude?" What the hell was going on with him?
"Um, sex with Ms. Swan?" he asked, again in entirely too loud a voice for the conversation.
"Emmett, would you shut the fuck up? Why don't you have them put it on the damn scoreboard?" I hissed.
He had the presence of mind to look abashed, which was pretty hilarious on a guy his size. "Sorry."
"How do you know, anyway?"
"You have that I got laid glow about you," he told me matter-of-factly, as if there was such a thing.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," I told him. Was I fucking glowing?
"Are you denying that you got laid last night?" he demanded, his hands on his hips and his blue eyes looking at me knowingly.
"No, I just don't get how you would know that."
"I saw the way you two were looking at one another, numbnuts. And you look like you've been laid and laid well." Jesus, did it actually show? I looked at my arms but saw no sparkling of any kind. Emmett was insane.
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about but it doesn't matter. I don't kiss and tell."
"Like hell you don't! What about the model from SI? And the waitress from Hooters? And that commercial exec from…" I cut him off before he could spout off my entire sexual history. The fact that he remembered so much of it was slightly disturbing.
"She's different, okay?"
A smile broke out over his face. He looked like he'd won the damn lottery. He clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Good for you, man! You're in love." I looked around quickly to make sure nobody overheard that and that's when my eyes fell on Bella. She was standing over at home plate listening to whatever Mike Newton was discussing. He was gesturing and then he put his hand on her arm. She moved out from under his grip but my eyes narrowed as he brushed some stray hair that was blowing in the breeze out of her eyes.
"Motherfucker," I muttered. Emmett turned and saw Newton talking to Bella and shook his head.
"He never gives up. He was talking about how he was going to nail her. She doesn't seem remotely interested though." She didn't either. She kept nodding but wasn't meeting his eyes. Then she looked my way and I felt the heat from her gaze all the way down in my toes. She was dressed in yet another loose-fitting skirt, this one some tan color and she had on a short sleeved cream blouse to go with the warm day. No jacket this time. I licked my lips at the sight of her and she bit hers in response before cutting her eyes back to Newton. He touched her arm again and again she shrugged it off. He needed to be taught a lesson about touching my woman.
"Hey man, I see that look in your eyes. You can't go over and punch out Newton for talking to your girl, not if you don't want the world to know you're involved," Emmett warned me. He was right but that didn't mean I had to stand by and do nothing.
"Hey, Em, go cover home plate." His eyes widened and then he chuckled and jogged over. Newton was turned away from me and I could see Bella's beautiful face as she listened to him continue to talk. She looked completely bored and that made me laugh. Em stood about 10 feet away from her, just to the left. I cocked my arm back and let the ball fly. "Oops, it got away from me," I called to Emmett as the ball went directly where I'd aimed it, right into Newton's left ass cheek. He yelped in pain and surprise and grabbed his ass as Emmett laughed his own ass off and Bella glared at me. Fuck, she was hot when she was angry. She knew I did it on purpose of course, she'd seen me fire a fastball at my own lamp just hours ago.
"What the fuck, Cullen?" Mike shouted, still holding his ass, his round face red with either anger or embarrassment. Who cared really?
"Sorry, Mike, the ball got away from me," I called as I jogged over, ostensibly to show concern for my injured teammate but really to be closer to Bella. She looked like she was about to go off.
"Like hell," she muttered softly. I wasn't sure if Mike heard her but I did and I gave her a charming smile.
"You did it on purpose! He's been out to get me for ages, Ms. Swan! You saw it with your own two eyes! Are you going to discipline him?" He rubbed his ass gingerly. What a fucking baby.
"Mr. Cullen, I'd like to speak to you in my office," Bella told me through clenched teeth. She whirled on her heel and tossed the word, "Now" over her shoulder. My cock immediately stood at attention and I trotted along behind her obediently, loving the way her ass swayed as she tottered along in her heels. She really should stop dressing so formally at the office but she was so damn hot that I wasn't complaining. We walked in silence down to her office and she opened the door for me. I strode past her with a shit-eating grin on my face and turned to face her when she slammed the door shut and rounded on me.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" she asked angrily, jabbing her pointer finger into my chest.
"What do you mean? He kept touching you and I couldn't exactly kick his ass for that so I did the next best thing. He can't prove I did it on purpose. Neither can you for that matter." Not that she needed proof to suspend me if she wanted but it would be to her own team's detriment.
"Did I look like I needed help? Did I look like I needed you to piss around me to mark your territory?" No, but that would be fun to do. I wisely kept my mouth shut though. "I was handling him just fine on my own, I'll have you know. I don't need you pulling a caveman on me, Cullen. I can take care of myself." Her face was red, her chest was heaving and she was completely sexy. I yanked her to me and kissed her hungrily. She put her hands on my shoulders as if to push me away but instead curled them into fists and held me in place as her mouth worked furiously against mine.
I tore my lips from hers and smirked. "You signed the note yours, you know, so you did declare yourself my territory," I pointed out, knowing I was playing with fire. She growled and yanked me forward again, our lips crashing together. I grabbed her waist and pushed her onto her desk, hiking her skirt up and pulling her panties down her legs, but leaving her sexy brown heels on.
She palmed my cock through my baseball pants, grasping the cup and I gasped as it pushed against my hard-on. Fuck, that hurt. She didn't seem to care though because she kept applying pressure. "Bella, that hurts," I told her anxiously.
"Ms. Swan," she corrected with a raised eyebrow. Fuck that was hot.
"Ms. Swan, that doesn't feel very good and if you'd ever like to use my cock for your pleasure again, you need to stop," I told her through clenched teeth. She eased up on the pressure slightly but kept her hand on the cup, ready to apply more if necessary. I had to tread carefully.
"I believe I told you, Mr. Cullen, that I don't want my players fighting," she murmured.
"Technically it wasn't a fight," I pointed out and then winced when she increased pressure. I could remove her hand but this was her show and I was her employee. I'd let her have her way for now, as long as her way included me fucking her on her desk.
"Are we really going to discuss technicalities now?" she asked.
"No, Ms. Swan," I responded dutifully.
"Good. Now you injured one of my players," she pointed out, thankfully not pushing against my cup.
"Yes, I guess technically I did. But you know; I could have hit him somewhere way worse than just his big ass. But it's a huge target so that's what I went for."
A giggle escaped her lips but then she straightened her features into a stern look. I wanted to bite her. "Since you were warned about your issues with Mr. Newton, I'm afraid I have no choice but to suspend you."
"What? But Bella I…"
"Ms. Swan!" she shouted and I jumped as the pressure increased on my cup.
"Ms. Swan," I breathed. "It's almost time for the playoffs and I don't think…"
"No, you don't think, do you Mr. Cullen? If you had, you wouldn't have seen fit to give my catcher a bruise right before the playoffs started. He might have to miss some playing time." Please, like getting hit in that fat ass would truly hurt him. It was like a trampoline, the ball just bounced off. "Maybe I should go check to see how it looks," Ms. Swan said with a smirk.
That did it. "Like hell you will." I yanked her hand off my cock and took my cup out off my jock and threw it across the room. At least if she was going to apply pressure to my dick now she could use her pretty little hand to do it. And while she was down there…
Bella's jaw dropped open for a second and then snapped shut with a little click. "That was very unprofessional Mr. Cullen."
"So was throwing the ball at Mike's ass but I did that too," I responded, irritated and worked up and just wanting to fuck the shit out of her.
She crossed her arms and swung her sexy legs back and forth on her desk. "If you do one more unprofessional thing, I'll be forced to suspend you for the playoffs." I nearly laughed at the ludicrousness of that statement but kept up my irritated façade.
"What would you consider unprofessional?" I asked, standing between her legs and pulling her knees apart. She let out a little whimper and leaned back on the desk. "Would fucking you, right here and now, be unprofessional?" She shook her head and I kicked my cleats off and yanked my pants and jock down. I lined my cock with her pussy and ran the head over her clit, moaning at the wetness I found there. She was completely turned on, just like I was. I started to slide into her and then stopped. Fuck.
"Uh, you don't happen to have a condom…"
"I'm on the pill," she snapped impatiently. That was all I needed and I thrust all the way into her. This wasn't like the first or second time. That had been making love. This was fucking, exactly what I'd wanted to do since the first time pulled the attitude on me in this very office. She lay back as I pounded into her, our bodies clapping together with each thrust. It wasn't long before we were both coming. I slipped out of her and pulled her off the desk, wincing as I realized exactly how uncomfortable that probably was for her. She straightened her skirt and slid off the desk, rubbing her back a little.
"Are you okay?" I asked, worried that I'd fucked things up by taking her that way. She looked at me for a minute and then flashed me a beautiful smile.
"Of course I am. I've wanted this since the day I came back." I laughed and pulled her to me, kissing her gently. She responded and then pulled back and knelt to pick up her underwear.
I adjusted my jock and pulled up my pants and walked across the room to retrieve my cup, sliding it back in place. "Uh, hey, Bella?" I asked, turning to face her.
"What?" She collapsed into her plush office chair and smirked at me again.
"Am I really suspended?" With her, who fucking knew? One minute we were making love and the next we were fighting.
She tilted her head in contemplation and then a big grin broke out over her face. "Of course not. I just had to let Newton think I was yelling at you so he'd leave me the hell alone about it." I walked over to her and knelt down to give her a kiss. "If anyone asks, I reamed you good." I nearly made a crude comment about that being what I'd done to her but refrained. I could show class sometimes.
"Will do, boss," I said with a smile as I made my way to the door. "See you later?"
"Yes, I believe I have your keys to return," she said with a giggle. I laughed and went to get ready for the game. I needed another shower, clearly.
It was the bottom of the 9th inning in a 3-3 game. Trevor Hoffman was on the mound and I was up with nobody on and one out. His first pitch was a slider, low and away for ball one. His second pitch was a low strike that I let whiz by me because I didn't like it. His third pitch was a high inside for ball two. His forth pitch came out of his hand and fired at me, a fast ball right over the middle of the plate. I pushed off my right foot, brought my bat forward and connected with it in the perfect spot. I stood for a second; because I knew the instant the ball hit the bat that it was gone. It was a towering shot toward left center and it cleared the wall with 15 feet to spare. I trotted the bases and came around to home plate where all my teammates, minus Mike Newton who was in the locker room with an ice pack on his ass, gathered around to meet me at the plate.
We did our celebratory home run fist bumps and hugs over the walk off win. I walked back toward the dugout and my eyes fell on Bella, who was standing at the steps waiting for me. "Looks like you finally hit that home run," she murmured softly. I could barely hear her over the din of the crowd but I was close enough to make out her words.
"Yeah, it took me long enough," I told her, both of us knowing that we weren't referring to the ball I'd just launched over the fence.
"Well, don't take so long to hit another," she told me with a tiny smile curving her lips.
"I'd like to go for a multi-homer night, if you'd be amenable." My teammates poured into the locker room as I stood and waited for her answer.
"I'll meet you in the batting cage," she told me. Hot damn. I ran to the showers, practically whistling the whole way there. This was turning out to be the best season ever. God knew what the postseason would bring…I couldn't wait to find out.
A/N And there you have it...though as you can plainly see there is room for more should I be so inclined down the road. For now I'm clicking complete but after one of my other stories finishes maybe I'll change the status. Thanks so much for reading!
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