by Vera Roberts
Quinn nodded. He didn’t want to ask her what was going on for it would spoil the mood. He just hoped he could make her feel better for a few hours. “We’re almost there.” Quinn focused on the road. “I promise.”
Soon, they were off the city streets and parked in front of a mansion. So, clearly Quinn’s friends were rich as well. Okay. It had the making of a bad indie flick on Netflix. Now, Bobbi was getting terrified. Is she going to be running in some distant field screaming for help like a white woman in a horror flick? Is she going to go all MacGuyver on dude?
Instead, Bobbi gave Quinn a smile. “Nice home.” She scanned to see where the nearest exit was.
“It is.” Quinn admired Xavier’s home. It was largely known in the Dodgers locker room as the Den of Sin. Xavier was classy enough not to brag about his conquests, but everyone knew how he got down.
Quinn didn’t live that far from Xavier, but he also knew better than to bring some random woman to his home, no matter how much she enjoyed listening to him wax poetic on how Milennium was the most slept-on album ever known.
He didn’t have second thoughts about what was going to occur, but Quinn could admit what h was doing probably wasn’t the smartest. It could go wrong real quick and it would be her words against his.
I always overthink shit. Quinn shook the crazy thoughts out of his head and got out of the car. His mind was on making her feel comfortable instead of making sure he got off. He knew that was a reason why his best friend ragged him on. He actually cared.
Quinn walked around to Bobbi’s passenger side and opened the door for her. He waited at a polite distance and held out his hand. “Anytime you don’t want to do anything, just let me know.”
Bobbi unbuckled her seat belt and glanced down at Quinn’s hand before she met eyes with him. Who was he? Why was he so nice? She silently thought that’s how Ted Bundy got away with everything because he was so nice and handsome.
“You’re not going to stab me and wear my skin as a coat, are you?” She narrowed her eyes.
“I love your imagination,” Quinn nodded. “I don’t think I ever had any woman ask me that as we’re about to be intimate.”
Bobbi sheepishly laughed and grabbed Quinn’s hand. He closed the door behind her and pinned her against the car. She felt all of him pressed against her and every worry she had quickly went away.
His blue eyes stared through her. Bobbi’s mouth was hungry for him as her eyes studied his features. A strong jawline was defined by sculpted cheekbones. His cologne was the perfect mix of masculinity and sex.
Bobbi remembered why she went home with him. Her body wanted him more than her mind wanted reason. She was inexplicably drawn to him, as if he had her hypnotized. She’ll deal with the consequences of being young, dumb, and full of come in the morning. She wanted to have every inch of Quinn inside of her.
“I always had an active imagination,” she breathed as Quinn kissed her neck. She cooed and swallowed as he found an erogenous zone she didn’t know she had. “And um…yeah, I was a handful when I was younger.”
Quinn moved his hands behind Bobbi’s ass and gave it a tight squeeze. “I love this handful right here.”
“Are we going to give your neighbors a show?” Bobbi breathed as Quinn nibbled on her neck. A small yelp emitted from her throat. Quinn brought out the worst in her and she was doomed. Her body tingled and blood rushed into her ears. She felt delirious and exhilarated at the same time.
No man had ever made her feel that way. “Are we going inside?”
“We’re going inside,” Quinn led Bobbi inside. He dropped the keys in a bowl by the front door and walked inside the foyer. “Did you want anything to drink? Anything to eat? Anything at all before you’re not able to walk?”
“Oh, you’re talking all of that smack and you’ve barely kissed me.” Bobbi folded her arms. “Funny.”
Quinn walked over to Bobbi and snaked his arms around her waist. “No, what’s funny are the faces you’re going to be making.”
“Was that supposed to be a turn on? Like…” Bobbi shook her head. “I’m not sure what’s supposed to happen with that?”
Quinn chuckled and began to undo Bobbi’s jeans. “How about this one?” He slid the jeans down her thighs and she stepped out of them. He cupped her hot cunt and grabbed her neck. “I’m going to be so deep inside of you, you’ll never work me out of your mind.”
Bobbi closed her eyes as her body naturally rocked to the rhythm of Quinn’s hands cupping her sex. His middle finger rubbed against her clit while the rest of his fingers spread across her sex. “Just fuck me already.”
“As you wish.” Quinn turned Bobbi around and picked her up. He carried her to the sofa and laid her down before he stripped off his clothing.
Bobbi’s eyes widened as she admired Quinn’s physique. His body was shredded, yet he wasn’t some muscle-bound freak. He was rather…perfect. His tawny skin had a brush of tan that was generated by being outside, and not in a salon.
His cock was long and thick, and jutted upward almost to his navel. He looked like a statute, a work of art. And for one night, he was hers.
The only sound Bobbi could hear was her pounding heartbeat. The only thing that mattered was Quinn being inside her. She would worry about the consequences in the morning. She no longer cared about how she looked to a guy she would never see again.
She quickly unhooked her bra and took her panties off. She lightly stroked herself as she watched Quinn sheathed himself and mount her. He hovered over her body, staring into her eyes as Bobbi continued to play with herself.
“Anytime you want to stop this, just let me know.” He quietly spoke.
“Oh, I doubt that’ll happen,” she smiled.
Quinn swept his lips over hers. “Good to know.” He pushed the wide tip of his cock inside of her and Bobbi gasped. Her cunt rippled around the length of him and she moaned her response.
Quinn paused. Bobbi felt like heaven. Warm, tight, and she had him in a vice. Heaven was the only feeling he could describe her. “I’ll go slow.” He promised. He gathered her legs and gave fluid, rhythmic thrusts.
Bobbi’s cunt was eager and hungry for him. Quinn delivered as much as he could. Her pussy tightened around him with each stroke, and Quinn felt he was going to lose it all at any moment.
Her breasts softly bounced with each stroke. Her mouth gasped open and a quick tongue licked her lips. The sounds coming out of Bobbi’s mouth sounded so orgasmic, so full of bliss, it was the only sound Quinn wanted to hear forever.
Bobbi was always a quiet lover. Cute and almost mute, was her style. She never made a lot of noise because there was no need to, no matter whoever she was with. Quinn brought out a different beast within her.
She moaned.
She screamed.
She clawed at his arms.
She begged him to not stop.
Bobbi clutched Quinn’s arms stroked harder and deeper inside her. With every stroke, she felt Quinn’s balls slapped against her wet slit. Just when she got used to one stroke, Quinn switched it up. It was hard. It was soft. It was wild. It was sensual.
Bobbi felt helpless, yet completely in control. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be made love to. She wanted Quinn to have complete control of her mind and body. She wanted him to enjoy the ride.
Her legs began to shake as her toes curled. The heat of the orgasm began to form in her belly and quickly spread throughout her body. Before Bobbi could warn Quinn, the orgasm exploded within her.
Her pussy spasmed along Quinn’s cock, shaking her to the core, and coming out as a primal scream.
“That’s my girl,” Quinn growled as he stroked harder. He soon met an orgasm of his own, coming hard inside of her. He stilled his body for a moment as he emptied into the condom, pulling out after a few moments.
He withdrew from Bobbi to dispose of the condom and returned to her a short time later. He repositioned her so he laid down on the sofa and she was on top of him. “How are
you feeling?”
“Sore,” she honestly answered. “It’s been a while.”
“Was I too hard?” She shook her head. “Good.” He kissed her temple.
“You were perfect.” She whispered through a yawn. “Absolutely perfect.”
“So were you.” He yawned in response.
They fell asleep in a tangled, naked, sweaty mess. They would deal with the awkwardness later.
Six
Bobbi woke up early and looked over at a sleeping Quinn. He looked so beautiful and so peaceful. His dark hair was slightly messed up. His chest slowly rose up and down. His legs were intertwined with hers.
They spent the entire night making love in a variety of positions; each time more passionate than the last. Interlocked fingers, bodies ground against each other, gasps and hushed moans. They guided each other and encouraged the best and even the worst out.
It was hot and sticky. Wet and slick. Screams and dirty talk. He challenged her and she accepted it. He thought he was done and she showed him he could still do more. They couldn’t get enough of each other and didn’t.
Bobbi smiled as she reminisced. Her body needed it. Her mind craved it. She needed to get underneath a man to get over one and Quinn provided that need. He made love to her. He fucked her. He soothed her. He challenged her.
Now, it was time to say goodbye.
Bobbi quietly got dressed and exited out of the home. She called an Uber home and arrived shortly after six a.m. Sarah and Jameson were still asleep and Bobbi was thankful. She wouldn’t have been able to deal with her sister being nosy about what she did.
It wouldn’t have mattered; Bobbi knew she was going to get the third degree from Sarah sometime during the day and she’ll leave out some details. After all, she still didn’t know who Quinn was or what he did. And most of all, she didn’t have his number. It was for the best.
Bobbi went into her bedroom, got undressed, and reminisced about her crazy first night in L.A. She could look back at what she did and laugh as most women with wild pasts do before they get married. She’ll remember a certain Backstreet Boys song and think of the guy who blew her back out.
She’ll smile and then she’ll be happy it was only for one night.
~~~~~
“I didn’t hear from you and I was wondering if I was going to get a phone call or a late night visit from the LAPD,” Sarah blew on her coffee as she sat at the kitchen island. “So, I take it you had an amazing night and you got your back blown out?”
Bobbi rolled her eyes as she met with her sister. She quickly chose a cup that had ‘Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe’ written in script and placed it in the Keurig. Unlike most people who only had one choice of coffee, Sarah made sure she had a miniature Starbucks inside her home with a wide selection.
Bobbi wasn’t sure if she was impressed or thought Sarah was overkill. Maybe both. “Nice coffee selection you have.”
“That would be Jameson,” Bobbi corrected, “never get in the way of an Italian man and his coffee.”
“Duly noted.” Bobbi chose a pod and put it in the Keurig.
Sarah shook her head. “So, do you want me to bust your balls now or later?”
Bobbi sighed and turned to her sister. “You didn’t even call to see if I was okay?”
“Now why would I do that if you’re a grown-ass woman?” Sarah sipped her cup.
Bobbi bit her lip. “I had a good time.”
“I bet you did.” Sarah snickered. “You came into the kitchen all bowlegged and shit. You better had a great time!”
Bobbi shook her head. “I needed to get Scotland out of my system and I did. I met a guy who’s name I don’t remember…” That was a lie. “….and who I know I will never see again.” She shrugged. That truth hurt.
“No exchange of numbers or anything?” Sarah raised an eyebrow and Bobbi shook her head. “Well, look at you, young grasshopper! You’ve learned from the best. The best way to go over a guy is to get underneath another one.”
“Yep.” Bobbi yawned and began to fix her cup. “Besides, it was my first night in L.A. and it was a memorable one. Now I have a meeting with the Dodgers in about two hours and I’ll finally start afresh.”
Sarah tightened her lips. “Speaking of which, there’s something you should know…”
Bobbi’s cell phone rang. “Oh, it’s the Dodgers calling. I need to take this.” She excused herself to the other room.
Sarah blew on her coffee and took a sip. She wondered if she should be a good sister and tell Bobbi she knew the guy at the bar and Bobbi was about to get to know him even better.
Sarah was always a messy queen and well, she just hoped there were cameras in the Dodgers front office.
~~~~~
“Dude….” Xavier opened up the blinds and windows. “….I can totally smell the stench of sex, loneliness, and desperation in here.”
“And fuck you, too, peaches.” Quinn rubbed a hand over his face. He fell asleep butt naked on the couch with just a blanket covering him and Bobbi.
He quickly sat up and looked around. Where was Bobbi?
“She left, man.” Xavier threw Quinn’s clothing at him. “She took off early this morning. My cameras caught her leaving.”
“Damn…” Quinn was both impressed and insulted that Bobbi left without the awkwardness of the next morning. He didn’t even get a chance to offer her Starbucks coffee and small mindless chatter over a blueberry scone.
He quickly got dressed and began to fold the blanket until Xavier stopped him. “Dude, that’s going in the laundry. Your ass was on it last night.”
“So, she didn’t say anything? She didn’t leave a note?” Quinn looked around. “She didn’t steal anything?”
“Nope, nope, and nope.” Xavier shrugged. “She hit it and quit it. Tooted and booted. Fucked and ducked.”
“I’m disturbed you know all of that.” Quinn stated. He rubbed a hand over his face before he checked his phone. Bobbi didn’t leave her number. He had no way of getting in contact with her.
“Hey, it’s for the best, man.” Xavier advised his friend. “We’re about to go to the front office and meet with the coach and all those jerks in suits who never played a day of baseball in their entire lives but somehow are experts on what we’re supposed to be doing. And they supposedly have a new physical therapist coming in today so we’re going to meet him. I think it’s a dude. So yo, don’t even sweat it. We’re about to start spring training soon and we’ll be gone for a few weeks in Arizona. There are plenty of other women out there.”
“Yeah, but I really liked her, though.” Quinn sighed. “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” Xavier deadpanned, “women are a dime a dozen. Just because she sucked your dick good, it doesn’t mean she’s The One. It just means she sucked your dick good.”
“Well,” Quinn corrected, “it’s if she sucked my dick well and yes, she did.”
Xavier chuckled. “Dude, semantics. It doesn’t even matter. We’re about to meet with the rest of the boys and call it a day. In fact,” Xavier glanced down at his watch, “we need to leave now.”
~~~~~
“Okay, I’m heading out!” Bobbi called out to Sarah. After her phone call, Bobbi quickly showered and changed into different clothing. She also put her hair into a big pouf and did her makeup. “I’m going to meet with the front office and players now. I don’t know how long it’ll take but I expect to be gone all day. They’re also going to set up my office and I’m going to tour the physical therapy station located there.”
“Sounds good.” Sarah bit into her cherry pie. “Just one last thing…”
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t tell you because I love you.” Sarah glanced over to her sister. “That’s all.”
“You didn’t tell me because you love me?” Bobbi’s nose scrunched up. “What in the hell does that mean?”
“You’ll find out later.” Sarah calmly replied.
Sarah was never that cryptic b
efore and Bobbi wondered if her sister was slowly becoming a bored housewife. “Oh okay. See you later, sis!”
“Later!” Sarah waved her sister goodbye. She sighed as she sipped her cup of coffee. She only wished she had a contact at the Dodgers to fill her in with all of the gossip that was going to explode.
Seven
Dodgers Stadium was significantly bigger than Bobbi had anticipated.
Honestly, every stadium she’d ever been in was pretty huge, but she only looked at it from a fan’s perspective. When she was an employee, it was a completely different ball game.
There were hallways, corner offices, monstrous conference rooms, and more locker rooms than she’d anticipated seeing. It seemed every corner had more hidden rooms than a haunted mansion. She was lowkey waiting for the Boogeyman to pop out at any time.
“Am I expected to know every room?” She nervously asked.
Her supervisor, Hector Montes, shook his head. He was a Mexican son of two immigrants and grew up in the trenches of Hyde Park. He was incredibly fit and always chewed gum no matter the occasion, even at funerals.
He was an older man by Generation X standards, who still reminisced on good music when one had to tape record the radio and not stream it. “No. I still don’t know everything about this place and I’ve been here for five years already.”
“Wow.” Bobbi looked around. So much history was in the stadium. From all of the concerts, to protests, to championship games were played right there. She felt like she was a part of history already. “This is amazing.”
“You’ll get used to it. You’ll still get lost but there’s cameras everywhere so even if you feel no one will know what you’re doing, somebody is always watching.”
“Got it.” She nodded. “Even in the locker rooms?”
“There’s always cameras in there,” Hector nodded at her. “The athletes are well aware of them. They don’t anything stupid, though. No sex tapes are going to suddenly appear on World Star.”
“Good to know.” She smiled. They turned a corner and stopped at a state of the art facility with massage tables, medicine balls, and spas. “And this is your new home.”