Then the phone rang again. I wanted to ignore it, but Kat said, “You can answer it. It’s ok.”
“Yeah, but I’m comfortable.”
I laughed and then reached into my pants pocket to retrieve my phone. It was my father calling. I was not expecting to hear from him right now. “It’s my dad,” I told Kat.
“Maybe he has had some kind of moral epiphany and changed his mind about this stupid shit,” she suggested.
I shook my head. “I doubt it. But I’ll see what he wants just to get him to go away.”
I answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Well, glad you decided to pick up,” my father said.
“Ok. What’s going on?”
“You tell me? I’ve seen the video all over the internet about that little girlfriend of yours. How the hell did my name end up getting into this mess? It’s in every headline. What did she do? Why did she drag our family name into her horseshit?”
“Dad, it isn’t like that. She was drugged. She was set up. We have video proof of this. We gave it to the cops. They will take care of it.”
“Bullshit. This is going to cost me dearly. In business, your name is everything. This is going to cost me millions by the time it’s over. Dammit, kid. You need to watch where you put your pecker. Next time pick a girl with some god damned sense.”
“Hey! Don’t you dare fucking—“ I started to rip in to the bastard, but the call ended.
I was about to call him back and give him a piece of my mind. How dare he talk about Kat that way? He didn’t even know her. That motherfucker.
Kat reached out and touched my hand. She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. The guy is an asshole.”
She heard every word. He was speaking pretty loudly. Hell, it even hurt my ears. The guy was a total bastard.
“He has no right to speak that way about you. I need to set him straight.”
“He is angry. Just send him video confession. Maybe after watching that, he will calm down.”
I nodded. “Maybe you are right.”
I texted the video to him with a message that said, “This should put everything right. Watch it.”
I had no idea if he would or not.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kat
I knew that Lance was feeling a bit aggravated after talking with his father, and I was too though I didn’t let on at all. The jerk actually said that crap about me. He had to have been shouting into the phone for me to hear it all that way. What an asshole. No wonder Lance hated him so much. Well, he said he hated him, but I could tell that deep down he still loved his father. And that was to be expected. We couldn’t pick our parents, but we couldn’t help but love them. I was lucky that both of my parents were wonderful people. I missed them every single day.
“I want to show you something,” I told him. “It’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about. So, get dressed. We are going out.”
“Ok,” Lance said. He was curious. I loved that adventurous streak in him. He didn’t even ask any questions. He just was up for anything at a moment’s notice. It was one of his finest qualities.
We hopped in his car and I gave him the directions to the location that we were going to. It was a ten-minute drive. We pulled up in front of the building that said “Building for rent” on a sign in the front window.
“What’s this?” Lance asked.
I pulled the keys to the building out of my pocket and dangled them in front of him. “I’m going to rent this building space. When I can save up enough for the down payment that is.”
“Really? For what business?”
“Let’s go,” I said temporarily ignoring his question.
I led him to the door and then I opened it with the key. We entered the space. It was a large empty place with high ceilings, and hard floors. There were few windows. It looked dark and a bit dank, but I saw all the possibilities it offered.
“So, you just happen to have a key to this place?” Lance asked me.
“A friend of mine from the team... Her father owns it. I’m going to rent it from him when I get the money together. He is nice enough to give me the key, but it might end up going to someone else if they get here first with the money. Plus, that’s just to rent the building. Then I’ll need a loan to actually get the business off the ground.
“What business?” Lance asked.
“I want to open a baseball/softball training facility. It’s what I want to do in the off season and when I retire. It’s a dream I’ve had for a while. As much as I love playing, I won’t be able to do it forever. I probably won’t want to do it forever. I thought this could be a nice segue into something else that is lucrative. What do you think?”
“I think that is fantastic,” Lance said. “I know you would do an amazing job.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Lance looked around the warehouse for a few minutes as if he was getting visions of what it could become in his mind. Then he turned to me and said, “You know, I’d be happy to lend you that money. Hell, I’d give it to you, but I know you would never accept charity.”
I smiled. “I know you would, but no. I really want to do this on my own. But thanks.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure. I won’t take your help. I’m sorry.”
“Well, if you change your mind, the offer is always on the table.”
I reached out and touched his hand. “I know. Thanks.”
He held my hand for a moment, and then brought it to his lips. He kissed my knuckles. His mouth was warm and sweet. He’d been so great helping me deal with these problems I was going through. He’d arrived just when I felt like crumbling, as I if I had no one, and then there he was. I was falling so far in love with him, but I couldn’t bring myself to say those words. It would change everything between the two of us, wouldn’t it? I knew it would. And it would make things complicated. Right now, there were no expectations between us. We were together when we wanted to be, and we trusted each other enough to let things be. It was so freeing and fun. It was nice not having any real attachments, but I couldn’t help that I was wanting more. I couldn’t imagine my life without Lance. I needed him with me always. This was just getting too hard. What was I going to do? Soon, he would be gone, back to Cincinnati.
He pulled me closer to him then and I was instantly under his spell. The way he was looking down on me, the way he brought me into his world with no effort at all was really magical. It was like something else was controlling us, bringing us each closer together.
Lance’s mouth moved from one knuckle to another, his hands caressing mine, and then wrapped his arms around my waist as he brought me in right against his hard body. His lips quickly found mine and he began to kiss me deeply, sucking my energy out of me, leaving me weak in the knees and my ankles feeling like they were about to fall off. I wanted to melt in him. I needed to be with him. My body was already on fire just at the magic of his touch. His warm embrace flowed through me, touching me in all of my secret places, making me feel like he owned me right then and I was happy to be his. I wanted to wring every bit of pleasure from his hard, stiff cock.
I kissed him hard back on the mouth, forcing my tongue, awakening his own. Our tongues twisted, scissored, and slithered up and down each other like some erotic tug of war and I didn’t even care if I won or lost. I was just happy to be a part of it. I felt blessed, special even. I had found the man I knew I wanted to spend my life with, but this fact terrified me. The more we made love, the harder this would get to ignore.
His bulge was pushing against me now. I could feel his stiff package through his tight jeans. That stiff cock was probably being tortured in some twisted wad inside of his pants. I could not let this go on. I had to give him a hand.
I reached down and cupped his package. It was so big and thick. I needed that fucking thing inside of me. I unzipped his pants and then pulled his think dick out through the fly in his boxer shorts. Damn, he was so big. I could hardly believe it. I stroked
him softly just then, using both hands. My right hand massaged his head, the tip, and then my other hand stroked him straight down to the base. I varied the intensity and speed of both hands to drive him wild. Occasionally, my left hand would drop down to cup and squeeze his thick balls. They were so huge and full of sweet cum just waiting to shoot inside of my body. Yeah, that was it… I wanted him so badly inside of me. I was still a little bit sore from earlier, but I didn’t give a damn. I was willing to take it again.
I dragged him over to the wall where I turned around and pulled down my pants. I wanted him right here and now. He pulled at my hips until we were both on the ground. I was down on all fours; my jeans and panties were pulled down to just above my knees. I was wet, I was ready, and I was fully exposed for easy access. He made good use of my eagerness.
His cock buried itself into me just then, spreading me open wide as he entered me deeply. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to moan, but it was too much for me to make any real sounds. His cock fit inside of me so snugly, triggering every single sweet button I had within me. It was like he knew exactly where every one of my secret erogenous zones were and he steadily hit the right ones moving back and forth within my pussy. I was so wet, so worked up right then. It was hard to brace myself on the hard floor, but my jeans provided some padding.
I held on strong as he pumped his wicked hard cock into my tightening pussy. I was so engorged now, the walls closing in on the side and becoming even more sensitive, grabbing and pulling back on his shaft as he pulled out, fighting against the resistance.
I rocked my own hips backwards to drive his cock harder into me. I was having such a hard time keeping my orgasm from triggering. It was too soon, but I was already getting so close. Oh, fuck… he was the master of my body… I wanted him to fuck me every single day for the rest of my life. It was an addiction at this point. I needed him in every possible way.
His hands were resting on my hips and he used his powerful arms to jerk my ass back, his stiff prick spreading me open as he entered me harder and harder. With every single thrust, I came closer and closer to coming.
Shit, I was almost there… yes… oh… fuck…
I could hardly breathe now. My breaths were coming in short gasps. I was so close … I was going to come all over. He was about to fill me with his sweet seed. This thought was turning me on massively, about to set me off like crazy.
He pulled his cock out all the way just then, paused a beat, and then drove it slowly hard into me, then back out. Then he fucked me like a jackhammer for several seconds, before pulling out and pausing again. This was driving me crazy with anticipation.
“Fuck me hard!” I yelled.
I reached back to grab his hips to hold him in place, but he maneuvered away from me and then continued to fuck the shit out of me. I was almost there. Oh, wow… it was about time… I thought I might actually break his dick off with the intensity of my orgasm.
Right… then… “FUCK!” I roared. The air forced the sound from my lungs and pushed through the tension in my throat. My whole body tensed up, and my pussy was flooding every drop of juice out of my body, smothering his hard prick as he continued to set me off.
I could hardly see anything for a moment. I thought I might have gone temporarily blind, but really it was just my body spasms forcing my eyes shut as I tried to deal with the explosive force of the orgasm pummeling through me. I was at the mercy of this entity. It was a living, breathing thing that had latched onto me and brought with it the most extreme, almost wickedly perverse and delightful, form of bliss.
And then I heard Lance yelling with pleasure as he came inside of me. His body was rocking hard and fast inside of me, gyrating like a jackhammer inside of my pussy.
I was sliding off his hips as he tried to hold onto me, but his grip was fading fast. He kept humping hard into my aching pussy. I was tired and sore, but mostly I felt elated over every fiber of my being. It literally felt as if every single part of my body had been having an orgasm. I was covered in sweat now. My muscles were weak with overexertion, and my mind was being hijacked by all of the feelings I had for this man. How could this continue this way? I had to be with him.
I had an impulse to turn to him then and just say the words, “I love you”, but I knew that it was not the right time. Somewhere in my bones, I knew that it was just not the right time to say those words. But when would be the right time for that? To let it be known that I loved this man more than I could even really express through words?
It was enough to make me wish, in a way that I had never been given the spot on the team. If that hadn’t happened, I would be back in Cincinnati and we would be heading towards marriage. Even if the marriage did start out as a business deal. It would be working out right now.
Was there any way for me to say yes now? To go through with it? I didn’t see how it would really work with me being on the team. Lance had only proposed because of the arrangement with his father. He didn’t love me or really want to marry me. And he wouldn’t marry me now, without plans to have a baby because that wouldn’t fulfill the bargain that his father had made with him. And I had no intentions of having a baby any time soon. I wanted to play for several more years first. I wasn’t going to take another year off and hope that I would be ready to come back, the spot still open without someone else killing it on the mound. “Thanks, we don’t need your services any longer, but it was fun while it lasted. Congratulations on the baby!”
And I’d go home to a baby in a shit filled diaper. Several shit filled diapers a day… wow.
But I loved Lance. I was afraid that if I disclosed my feelings to him that he might run. But was it possible that he might love me, too? He came running the second he knew I was in trouble. That meant something, but I was afraid to bring it up. I kept hoping that he would, but so far nothing. He hadn’t even hinted at it.
Lance pulled his cock out of me and then turned my head to kiss him softly on the lips. It felt so warm and refreshing. It was so sweet and loving. My heart soared a bit. I needed him so badly. Dammit.
“Wow… that was amazing,” Lance said as he stood up. His hard cock was still flapping away in mid-air. He pulled up his boxers and then zipped his pants back up before fastening them. He ran his hands through is hair.
I pulled my pants up as well and stood up. My legs were a bit wobbly as I tried to stand. Lance noticed that I almost stumbled over and he grabbed my arm to hold me upright with a giggle. “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m getting to old for being on the floor. My old age is finally catching up with me.”
“I think you have a few good years left in you,” Lance teased. He kissed me and then patted my ass.
I loved it when he touched my ass. It made me feel sexy and desired. He made me feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. It was refreshing. What woman doesn’t dream of feeling that way? And he did it to me, every moment I was with him.
“Great,” I said. “You always know what to say to a girl.”
“Just one,” Lance replied. He winked at me and followed it up with that perfect smile.
His phone rang just then. He checked it briefly. “It’s my mom. Weird… she usually doesn’t call me.”
“Answer it,” I said.
“Ok, I’ll just be a second,” he replied. “Hello? Mom?” he answered. There were a few moments of silence. “Wait… what? Slow down… what happened?”
I could tell by the tone in his voice that something horrible had just happened. I felt a lump in my throat and fear in my heart. It was tight in my chest making it difficult to breathe.
“Ok, I’m in Cleveland. Send the jet. It’s the fastest way,” Lance said.
He ended the call and looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “My mom… she said my dad just had a massive heart attack. He… um … might not make it…”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All the air in the room was sucked out and it felt like some kind of vacuum, pulli
ng my consciousness through my eyes making them hurt so badly that I could barely see. Tears stung my eyes as well before they started to roll down my face towards my chin. My heart was breaking for him.
I rushed to his side and hugged him. He buried his face in my shoulder for a minute and had a good cry. He was trying to be tough, doing his best to stay strong, but it was all starting to get to him. He was overwhelmed. I could feel him finally starting to cave in, but then he suddenly pulled up and wiped the tears from his face.
“I’ve got to get to the airport. They are flying my dad’s private jet in. It’s the fastest way for me to get back to Cincinnati.”
“I’m going with you,” I said.
“Are you sure?” he asked me with urgency in his face.
“Of course,” I said. “I would do anything for you. I love you.”
Relief washed over his face and for a moment I could tell he wasn’t in soul crushing pain. “I love you, too.”
He grabbed my hand and we ran out the door. I locked it behind me quickly and then hopped in his car before we sped off towards the airport.
We’d actually said those words. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but I knew my life would never be the same.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lance
I stared down at my father’s empty body. He was not there anymore. His face looked very peaceful, like he was just sleeping. I was too late. I’d hurried to get there as fast as I could, to be with him before he died, but I was too late. The doctors did everything possible, to keep him alive, but he was too far gone. He’d had a quadruple blockage and he entered full cardiac arrest on the table when they were operating on him. He was gone.
My body was numb. I was in shock. I could barely even cry, or if I was crying, I didn’t really feel it. I just wanted so badly to reverse time, to take back some of the awful things I’d said to him, to let him know that even though I would never be the son he wanted, I was still his son and I loved him. I wanted him to love me too. I think he did, in his own way. At least, it helped me to believe that he did.
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