“Yeah! And how was the fake-boobed, red headed, baseball skank?” I yell at him in pain.
“Thank you, Cross. I’ll take care of this,” Seno says as he stalks toward the bed.
I hold the sheets tight around me because he’s coming for me and I don’t want to go with him. The sheets are suddenly ripped away from me and I’m over his shoulder being carried out of Cross’ room.
“Traitor!” I yell at Cross. Seno slaps me on the ass and I squeal. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you! Where are you taking me?”
“Stop being difficult. No more Jack for you. I’m taking you to my room and I don’t care if you want to go with me or not!” Rick kind of turns me on with his power trip.
“I don’t want to go to your room. I’m not going to be your sloppy seconds. I’m the only one or I’m no one. I don’t need to see that skank or your messed up sheets!” I went off, kicking my feet.
Seno persists, unlocking his room and taking me in to his clean room, with the bed still made and nobody else in the room. “Now, you can see the bed is obviously not messed up and there’s nobody else here.”
“It doesn’t mean anything. You could’ve had shower sex or did it on the floor or on the bathroom sink. Damn it! Why did she have a key to your room?” I cry out. I don’t want to care. It needs to be over.
“Do you trust me?” He asks.
“Yes, but…” and he cut me off.
“Then, that’s all that matters. Yes, there was a woman in my room when I got here after the game tonight. It appears someone who works at the hotel gave her my room key. I already filed a complaint with the hotel and they’re taking care of the problem,” he explains.
“More importantly, I’ve been trying to reach you for hours and getting nothing. It’s been killing me. I want to know when you’re traveling. If you’re getting on a plane or going for a long drive or not going to be accessible for more than an hour, please let me know. I’m not worrying about you like that again. Where’s your phone?” Seno lectures. There’s a knock at the door and Seno goes to investigate. He opens the door to Cross.
“Here are her things, have a good night.” Cross was out of there quick.
Seno brought in my big purse, my sandals and my carry-on. He looks at me, “What were you planning?”
“I brought everything I need to work from the road and stay with you for the rest of the Colorado series and maybe not go home before our weekend in LA,” I reply soberly.
“You took a plane from San Diego to Denver dressed like that for me?”
“Not exactly.” I took my bag from him and put on my Seno baseball cap. “More like this, except I had my sandals on and my hair looked nicer and I had my make-up on.”
“The only part that matters to me, is you came for me,” he says with a new heat in his eyes.
“I beg to differ.” I say as I drop my skirt to reveal my black lace string bikini panties. “It seemed you appreciated this ensemble when I described it to you last night.” I know it’s asking for trouble. This was only the first of many challenges in loving a major leaguer. But, he’s right—I trust him. More than that, I love him.
Rick comes at me and claims my mouth with his, running his hands up and down my sides. He puts one of his hands in my hair and holds me where he wants me while he kisses me passionately. This. This makes it all worth it. His pants drop to the floor and his fingers push my panties to the side, feeling my wetness and dragging a low guttural sound from him. He rubs his head in my wetness gently and suddenly plunges in with need, drawing a scream from my mouth. Needing me wrapped around him. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him wantonly, my hands in his hair as I break the kiss and whisper with my ragged breath in his ear, “I trust you completely. I know you only want me. I know you love me. I’d do anything for you. I don’t want any other man to ever touch me again, I’m only for you to worship, my king. I love you, Rick.” My breathing gets harder and I’ve lost control, I call out, “Oh, my king! Rick! Rick!” and scream out over and over.
Someone in a neighboring room beats on the wall and says, “Turn down the porn.”
Rick immediately takes us to the bed and slams into me over and over causing me to keep screaming and making the bed slam the wall, “Say my name, baby, say my name and say it loud, tell me how you want it.”
“Rick, Rick! Rick! Oh, baby, Fuck me hard! Yes! Yes!” If he wants to put on a show for the neighbor, I’m in! Seno’s got the biggest grin and went off like a bottle rocket yelling at the top of his lungs. I’m surprised the windows didn’t shake. He doesn’t stop, he changes his pace and leans over me to kiss me. His intensity with different meaning. Slowly and deliberately pushing in and pulling out, pushing in and pulling out, absorbing everything, memorizing every stroke, appreciating me tight around him, pushing how deep he can bury himself inside me, using our connection, drawing his orgasm out longer while pulling mine from me.
His mouth at my ear, he whispers, “I love you, my queen. Tell me what I can do for you.”
“You’ve already given me everything I wanted. I only wanted you and you’re better than I dreamed you could be,” I need to work on keeping my tongue in check. I blame him, when he’s buried this deep inside me and driving me crazy touching that spot he can only reach with his cock over and over, how is a girl supposed to think straight?
“I’m going to come again and this time you’re coming with me,” he says. He reaches between our legs and strokes himself a few times, then rubs my clit as he pounds into me hard. “Come for me loud, baby. Come for me now!” And I go off on command with no control, screaming out repeatedly at the same time as he calls out my name and pulls me tight against him. He whispers in my ear, “Thank you for coming to me. I need you with me. I love you.”
“Can I stay with you for the rest of the Colorado series?” I ask.
“I’ll get you a room key and a ticket to each of the games, please stay with me.” He smiles and relaxes on the bed with me.
“I forgot, I brought you something,” I open my carry-on and unpack quickly, grabbing what I was digging for.
“I like your stuff unpacked and mingled with mine,” he comments on the mess I made in his room.
“Here, I made these for you,” I hand him a dozen of my chocolate chip cookies, tied with a ribbon and a copy of my house keys.
“You didn’t need to make cookies for me, but I’m glad you did,” he says as he opens the cookies. He notices the keys and turns to me with big eyes.
“They’re your housewarming gift to go with the keys to my place. I want my place to be like home for you.”
He looks me in the eyes, “You’re my home. There’s no one like you, my queen.”
I fall asleep in my favorite place, his arms.
Chapter Seventeen
I wake up with my man’s arms wrapped around me from behind, both he and his cock wanting some good morning love. He enters me slowly and starts whispering the sweetest things in my ear as he strokes in and out, “I feel like you were made for me and I want to be with you always. Whatever you want, I want to give it to you.”
It reminds me of “The Flame” by Cheap Trick. It’s my contestant’s choice song! I sing the next lines of the song and the rest of the chorus in a soft, sweet voice. I move my ass against him while he’s in me and reach down between my legs to find our connection. He cusses and reaches around to rub my clit, but I smack his hand away. My left hand on his shaft where he enters me and my right hand on my sensitive nub.
“Do you like to feel me entering you?” breathing hard.
"Yes.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes, is that okay?” I ask for permission.
“Oh yea.” He’s limited.
I move with him, my body lighting up and ready to go off like a roman candle. “I want you to come hard, I want you to come with me,” I command him and squeeze him as I go off at the same time. His whole body shakes and I feel his orgasm roll through him. He
bites down hard on my shoulder through his release.
About 45 minutes later Rick jumps out of the bed cursing. He only has thirty minutes to get to the stadium. “Babe! Game is at 1:05 today, different time zone. I gotta run. Order some room service or whatever you want. Stop at the front desk and they’ll have a room key waiting for you, tell them your name is Sherry Seno. I don’t want to leave you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be at the game and I’ll be here after the game. I’m not leaving you. Play hard, babe! Make it a win!” I encourage him.
“Um, Rick… Sherry Seno?” I question cautiously.
“The hotel will treat you better if you’re my wife and not a groupie,” he replies quickly on his way out the door and I let it go. I lie in his bed, in his hotel room, and review all the things I need to do, but can only focus on him. How he breaks rules for me. How I’m his home. Can I travel with him on road trips?
The problem with the hotel room is the coffee doesn’t make itself. You have to get up and make it yourself or order it. I get up and get ready for the game. I take advantage of the time I have to explore the area for my baseball stadium vacation tour. I’m sure I’ll find some coffee somewhere.
The stadium isn’t far from the hotel, so I walk and take in the scenery. The streets are busy and the closer I get to the field, the busier they get. The fans are all gathered in the restaurants enjoying pregame libations. I consider myself lucky I’m not hung over. I enjoy window-shopping the kitschy gift shops. I step into a typically touristy shop, everything says Colorado on it. I browse around and find the cutest picture frame with a crown and rhinestone tiara on the top, and it says Colorado across the bottom. I gotta have it! I leave the store with my purchase and continue my stroll toward the stadium. I find a baseball shop with all kinds of cute tops, and nothing team specific. I’m concerned I might max my credit card, but I go in anyway. So many things I simply adore! A deep V-neck T-shirt in black with the words “This girl loves diamonds” outlined with a baseball diamond on it in shiny crystals. A pullover hoody that says “Keep swinging MY catcher likes the cool breeze” and they customize the back with a name and number. Shit! It’s almost game time. I get it in gear and somehow manage to get to the stadium as I hear the National Anthem. I check my phone and I’d missed a call from Rick, but he texted me:
Text from Rick - Your ticket is at will call. I was late. Skip scratched me from the lineup. I’m working him because I’m going to make it a win for you. Wish you would answer your phone. You make me worry.
I don’t know if he’ll get my response if I text him back now. I don’t think they can have their phones in the dugout, but I text him anyway:
Text to Rick - Sorry, I didn’t hear it ring. I’m setting my phone to ring and vibrate when you call. Walking up to will call now. I’ll be watching for you. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble. Go Seals!
I get an immediate response from Rick:
Text from Rick - It’s not your fault. It was worth it. You’re worth it. You should set it to just vibrate for me. Skip had already heard about the “porn” in my room when I got to the clubhouse, so that didn’t help and that was all me. The team is all over it.
He’s killing me! Just vibrate! I should expect no less. I should be embarrassed by the porn stunt getting around, but I’m not. Proud to have him as my man and they can all know it. I walk up to the will call window and give the girl my name.
“Miss, are you sure there’s a ticket waiting for you? I don’t have a ticket for that name. Who left the ticket for you?” trying to be helpful.
“Rick Seno left the ticket for me. He just did it today,” I offer hopefully.
“I do see he left a ticket here. Ummm… Does he maybe call you something else? Possibly a title?” she suggests trying to give me a clue.
“Queen Sherry,” I say with a blank look.
“Better, and ah, what is Queen Sherry’s last name?” she asks with big eyes.
“Queen Sherry Seno,” I say and bang my head on the counter repeatedly.
She passes the ticket envelope to me, “Don’t worry, these guys are always up to something. Enjoy the game.”
I walk away from the window with my ticket, wondering what just happened. I get through the metal detector, pull my ticket out of the envelope to pass through the turnstiles and find a note in the ticket envelope. It’s crowded and there’s nowhere to stop, so I hold the note until I get to my seat. When I get to my seat, the rook is leading off and has walked up to the plate, waiting on the pitcher to get the game started. My seat is field level, the first row right behind the visitor’s dugout. I get settled and finally read the note:
The player’s family and friends have a suite, but I didn’t get you a ticket there because my family is there. I want to be there when you meet them, and we’re going out to dinner with them tonight. It’s the closest stadium to my hometown. Don’t freak out. It’ll be fine.
Freak out? Who’s he kidding? I’m not ready to meet his family! I can’t even handle how he puts things under Sherry Seno. That’s it. This is how my life ends. Heart attack while I sit in a baseball stadium, comatose at the mere thought of meeting my fantasy’s parents. Imagine my nervous tongue showing itself when I’m meeting the parents… “So, Mr. Seno did you teach your son that great move he has when he pounds his cock into me?”, “Yes, ma’am. He’s very polite and courteous. He’s made sure I get my orgasm before he gets his, every time except for once and sometimes you can’t help it. A real gentleman.” Or worse, what if one of the players comes by the table at dinner and says “Hey porn star!” I wonder what he’s up to with the Sherry Seno thing. I know what he said and I understand the logic behind it, but why doesn’t he use a cartoon character name or something as an alias? Then again, Sherry Seno does sound good. Crap! That’s what he wants! He wants me to want to be Sherry Seno, a not so subliminal message. Damn it! I kind of do! This is absolutely insane. What is he doing to me? I’m acting like a dumb girl!
I check the scoreboard and it’s already the bottom of the third inning. No score. I lost three innings! Where the hell was my brain? Maybe I was unconscious. Makes sense, right? Being told about a horrifying event you're going to screw up and you can’t avoid that could potentially affect you for the rest of your life, could definitely cause a brain melt down. I’m sure there’s a technical term for it. Mental Paralysis, maybe? Neurocircuitstoppus? I scan my surroundings mid-meltdown to see if my mental state is obvious to anyone around me. Perfect timing, the red head bitch from last night is in the stands. Obviously, the logical thing to do is to ignore her right now, considering the current stability level I’m exhibiting. She’s walking up the stairs toward the bathroom. I want to go after her and tell her to stay away from my man. I know better. I simply hope she gets run over by a truck and throw myself into the game. The game will rescue me.
Today’s lineup is the norm, other than Seno being a late scratch. Funny, since he was scratched for being late because he fell asleep after scratching an itch. The team is doing well, but Saben’s skill doesn’t compare to Seno behind the plate. He’s missed a couple of pitches, he threw the ball into the outfield when he was trying to get a guy out at second base and he couldn’t catch the ball to get a guy out at home. The team has displayed exceptional defense, keeping his errors from allowing the other team to score. End of the sixth inning and we’re tied at 4. The rook sees me when he’s running to the dugout, waves, and tosses me the ball. A few seconds later, Rick steps out of the dugout and waves at me with a huge smile. It makes it all worth it. I can do this. I start cheering on my team, “Go Seals!”
Bottom of the eighth inning and Seno comes out replacing Saben as catcher. “Woooooooooo! Go Seno! Let’s Go Seals!” I stand up and scream at the top of my lungs. He looks at me. His expression tells me he can hear me and he loves it. Colorado scored twice in the seventh, so we’re down by two. We need to hold them there and come up in the ninth ready to do some damage. Skip did a double switch when he put in Se
no, so he’s fourth to bat in the ninth inning. I hope we get a fourth hitter in the ninth. Seno is focused, I’d say he’s got his head on straight—nothing is getting by him, he’s the backstop of all backstops. His calls are on point and he’s set up perfectly for every pitch. It’s a 1-2-3 inning, including two strike outs and a pop fly out. Seno comes out of his crouch position and walks toward the dugout like a man on a mission, the warrior is in and it turns me on.
Top of the ninth inning and we need to make some action to win this game. The pitcher’s spot is up at bat first and Skip debuts a rookie who was brought up today from the farm team. Jones Mason is a 23 year-old center infielder that's been knocking balls out of the park all over the Mid-West. He’s comfortable in the batter’s box and he doesn’t give a crap about Colorado’s closer. First pitch he’s caught looking, strike one. Second pitch he fouls it off into the stands down the right field line. Third pitch—Smack! I watch anxiously to see if it has enough on it to get out of the park, but it bounces and goes over the wall. That’s a double! Every Seals fan in the place yells! Top of the lineup brings Cross, Martin and Seno. Cross digs in and butcher boys the first pitch down the third baseline perfectly, legging out the ball and safe on first. Mason still on second. Martin turns to hit from the left side for the first time today, you have to appreciate the value of a switch hitter. First pitch is a ball on the inside low. Second pitch is a ball in the same place. Third pitch, strike right down the middle of the plate. Fourth pitch is a ball outside. Count is 3-1 when the fifth pitch of the at bat goes out of control and hits Martin in the leg. Kris walks it off and takes his base, pushing Mason and Cross around to fill the bases with no outs. Seno walks up to the plate and before he chokes up on the bat, he points at me and smiles. There’s a play on, I see the signs getting thrown around the field. My experience tells me they want Seno to put on a hit and run, so they can steal home and move up a base—but he’s shaking them off. Not the best idea when you’ve already been scratched and brought in late. He points at me again. The first pitch is a fastball down the middle and Seno is ready for it. The sound of his bat connecting with the ball tells me it’s out of the park. It’s a beautiful sound, sharp, crisp. A no doubter. A grand slam! Mason scores, followed by Cross and Martin. They wait at home plate for Seno to get there and all four of them high five before they head into the dugout. Seno steps out of the dugout, points at me and winks—reminding me he said he would get the win for me. It makes me giddy. 8-6 Seals, still no outs. The next three hitters strike out. Bottom of the ninth inning, Seno marches back out to his position behind the plate and pulls his mask down, he means business. He makes eye contact with our closer, Houck, and it’s on. First batter watches three fastballs fly by him and never even swings. Out! Second batter smacks the first ball and pops it up to our second baseman. Out! Third batter works it to a full count 3-2 and fouls off a few more pitches protecting the plate. He hits a ground ball and gets thrown out at first base. Seals win! I yell “Wooooooooo!” so loud the people around me turn and give me a dirty look. I don’t care!
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