I grin at him, “You’re a great photographer, or maybe a selfie master? I wanted pictures for me, but I thought you might want a few pictures to take with you on the road. If nothing else, I wanted something I could look at to prove this is real and I’m not dreaming.”
“You’re not dreaming, baby. This is real. We’re real,” he gazes into my eyes and kisses me softly, lightly sucking on my lip.
The shock he sends through my body at his contact is something I’ve never experienced before. “It must be a dream, you’re my fantasy.” I reach for him, running my hands through his hair and claiming his mouth passionately. Something about him and the beach extends my personal boundaries. He turns his chair toward the water and pulls me into his lap. We sit together admiring the ocean, appreciating each other’s heartbeat and heat.
The waitress drops off our order and stays away, leaving us to our own world. The Lava Flow adds to my mood. There’s something sensual about sharing the nachos, we feed each other different bites and I help him by licking sauce from his lip. All I want to do is get out of here, so we can be alone together.
“Do you think we could order dessert to go?” I study him with heated eyes and see the flames reflected back at me.
Rick leaves cash on the table, leads me out of the restaurant, and down a path to the beach. A soft white sand beach, hidden from the highway by custom homes, secluded, empty, and lit only by the moon at this time of night. He holds my hand, intertwining our fingers as we walk down the beach. I turn to him and go up on my tip toes to kiss his lips. The need between us is burning as I kiss him deeper and bring him down to me. All the way to the sand. Rolling in the sand, kissing, exploring each other, with the waves lapping at our feet. We’re on a public beach, but we’re alone in our private haze. I take my shirt off, kick off my shoes and slide out of my pants, leaving me in my matching bra and panties with little pink bows all over them.
“Swim?” I offer, wanting to dive into the ocean.
“No,” he says with glazed eyes as he slides his finger along the edge of my bra, releasing my nipple and sucking me into his mouth. He rolls me underneath him and rubs his hard cock against my almost naked body. I don’t care where I am, I want him. I reach into his pants and he works with me to get his length accessible. Spreading my legs with his, he drives his hard love into me slowly. Pushing and pulling, sliding in and out, with a painful passion I’ve never witnessed. His body shaking with each breath he takes and trembling with need. His desire taking over. I draw his mouth to mine, trying to soothe his need and tell him I’m right here with him. Our heat burning hotter than ever before. He runs his hands along my body and I quiver at his touch. Matching his desire. With both hands he holds my lips to his, kissing me erotically, imitating his pelvic actions with his tongue, claiming me in every way he can. Both of us out of control and on the edge. He muffles my screams with his mouth. Kissing me as he moves faster and harder, needing to come. He pushes me over the edge and my orgasm is earth shattering. Suddenly I’m squeezing him and his size almost hurts. I encourage him to push in farther, but can’t control myself and end up on top of him riding him, screaming out in need. He looks up at me in the moonlight and comes so hard I feel it leaking out of me. He reaches for me and pulls me down to him, rolling me back under him. Soothing me with his lips and getting us both through.
“Babe, you need to put your clothes on now and we need to get out of here.” I put my shirt on and grab my pants, but he scoops me up and carries me down the beach quickly, back up the path and to the car. We were turning out of the parking lot when I saw the police vehicles shining lights down on the beach. I pull my pants on in the car, grab my hoodie from my bag and snuggle up against Rick for the ride to the hotel.
Rick is back in control. He calls ahead to the hotel to check in and make sure his luggage got delivered to our room. He asks to have two keys ready for him to pick up at the front desk and tells them he’ll be valet parking.
When we pull up to the hotel, we’re greeted by the valet, “Welcome, Mr. Seno, here are your room keys. Please let us know if we can be of service.”
“Thank you,” he says as he tips him and grabs my carry-on out of the back seat. Rick reaches out for my hand and laces his fingers with mine as we walk into the hotel and through the lobby.
“I’m trying not to make any more bonehead caveman moves tonight.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my fingers. “Something about you, or me and you together, just… I can’t think, I don’t know what it is that takes over my brain.”
“The same thing happens to me.” I find myself anticipating the elevator, distracted and wondering. “For the record, I don’t think you’ve made any bonehead moves today and I like your caveman moves.”
“You could’ve at least waited until we got off the elevator to tell me that,” he mumbles and he’s hard again. We step into the elevator and he hits the button for the fifteenth floor. The door closes. He stops and focuses on me in torment.
“Fuck it!” and he’s all over me. He pushes me to the corner of the elevator and stretches my hands up above my head while he kisses and nibbles at my neck, pressing his hard cock against me. “I want you. I just had you naked on the beach screaming my name and I need more of you.” He claims my mouth with his, kissing me hard. The elevator dings and we’re at the fifteenth floor. He pulls me with him urgently to our room and unlocks the door.
We walk in our room and it’s well appointed with dark wood and a huge bed. With hooded eyes he says, “Let’s clean up,” as he walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower. Not a bad idea since I’ve got sand in interesting places. I stand there and watch him undress. His muscular legs and arms, with those abs and tight round ass only catchers have. He walks over to me, “Don’t you want to shower with me?” He kisses me softly. “I want to show you how much I love you. That was my intention tonight.”
“You did.”
He glares at me strangely, “Are you kidding? I couldn’t even wait to have dessert and bring you to our room. I had to fuck you right on the beach. I can’t control myself around you in an elevator to save my life!”
“I loved every second of it because I was with you. I love how you pick restaurants for me. I love the extra passion you get in elevators as odd as it is. And, I have never felt closer to you or as raw with you as I did on the beach tonight. The way your body trembled for me said it all.”
“If anyone else treated you disrespectfully, I’d beat the crap out of them because you deserve better.”
“The fact is, there’s only you in my world. Your passion for me makes me feel loved.” He steps toward me and I undress quickly, moving for the shower.
Rick joins me under the hot shower and holds my wet naked body against his while he puts his lips on mine. “I love you, baby. You make it okay to be me.” He slides down my body to his knees and puts his mouth on my sensitive nub. Sucking and licking me insane. I’m backed to the wall, leaning to stay upright and he slides a finger inside me sending me over the edge. He’s the only thing that keeps me from hitting the ground. He wraps his arm around my waist, “I’ve got you, babe,” and holds me to him standing under the shower, letting the water fall over us.
Chapter Twenty-Three
I wake up early and I’m alone in bed. “Rick,” I call out and don’t get a response. I find my phone to see texts from Joey and Rick previewed on the screen.
Text from Joey – Hey sweetie! I’m off Friday and Saturday, let’s get together.
Text from Joey – I’m staying in LA. Let me know what works.
Text from Rick – Why are you getting texts from some guy named Joey?
Text from Rick – Went for a run
I check the time. It’s 6:11am and I hear the door open. “Rick?”
Rick walks over and stares at me. Hurt written all over his face.
“I’ve been through this before, but I never really loved her. Tell me you’re fake. Tell me you’re what I think you are. Tell me who Joey is.”
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br /> Fuck, the last thing I ever wanted to do and I did it unintentionally. Everything was perfect and I broke it, well Joey broke it but I enabled it to happen. “Rick, I’m exactly who you think I am and I only love you. There’s only you. Come sit here with me and let me make it better,” I say patting the bed next to me.
Rick paces the room.
“Fine, then listen to me. You have to trust me and not go crazy off the deep end. I do have male customers that contact me. Joey was the flight attendant on my flight to LA yesterday, and we hit it off so we exchanged numbers. He said he knows some great places in LA and he loves baseball.”
“Damn it! He was hitting on you!”
“Stop! In fact, he was jealous of my beefcake baseball boyfriend because he recognized me from the picture on the internet with you carrying me over your shoulder through the lobby in Colorado. He asked how I caught you, because he wants to get him one of those beefcakes.”
Silence.
“Did you hear me? Rick?” I pick up my phone and dial Joey on speaker.
“Hello? Who the hell is this? It’s too early. I need my beauty sleep,” Joey says sounding like his eyes are still closed.
“Hey Joey, sorry to wake you. I have you on speaker phone. Will you please explain to my bonehead boyfriend that you’re not interested in me for anything other than shopping and maybe lunch?”
“Oh, hi sweetie! I’m actually interested in more… what do I need to do to borrow that beefcake of yours? Just kidding! But, I would love to find one of my own! Any of the guys on the team swing my way?”
“Joey, you’re not helping here.”
“Oh, sorry. I thought you might have some free hours while your man is working and I know some great second hand shops,” Joey says.
“Joey, you want to go to the game with my woman tonight,” Rick asks.
“Yes, please. Can we have seats behind home plate? There’s a great view there,” Joey says laughing.
I take Joey off speaker, “I’ll give you a call back when it’s a decent hour, so we can make plans. Bye.”
“Now, I’m going back to bed and I’m going to try my hardest to forget this happened. I never want to wake up in an empty bed again.” It was either be mad and lay it out there or cry. I’ll be damned if I’m going to cry. I hide under the blanket and pretend I didn’t blow up my life. I hear the shower in the bathroom and a few minutes later, my naked man crawls in bed with me and digs in the blankets to find me. He uncovers me to find me naked from last night and tear stained from the disaster today has already been. He doesn’t say a word, he simply runs his thumbs over my cheeks like he’s wiping away the tears and holds me.
A couple hours later when I wake up for the day, it’s all right there in front of me and I can’t forget it. Fresh tears run down my face. I escape his arms for the bathroom and turn on the shower, hoping the water falling over me will hide my emotions and no one will ever know they have the power to make me cry. That’s it. It’s over. Once you break it, you can’t go back. Damn it! I don’t want to regret this. I don’t want to make the wrong choice. It hurts just thinking about being away from him, let alone never being near him again. Never kissing him again. Never feeling his lips on me. Never tasting him again. I refuse to be one of those women who cries all the time. Suck it up and get over it. Shit happens. If you love him, isn’t that what matters? All over a text message. I even appreciate his jealousy, in a way it shows how much he cares. But, not if he doesn’t ask about it like a human being. Not if he runs and gets mad. Not if he doesn’t trust me.
I don’t know how long Rick was standing there watching me in the shower when he finally spoke, “How can I fix it? How can I fix us? Please.”
“I don’t know. You don’t trust me. I don’t know how to fix that. I don’t think I can,” I say into the shower as the tears flow. “I know she hurt you. I know she lied to you in the worst way. I know you only ever did the right thing by her. You never deserved to be treated that way. You deserve a woman that cherishes you. You deserve the family you thought you had. You deserve everything you want. I’m sorry for what she did. I’m not her!”
He walks closer to the shower, “I know who you are. You’re perfect. I’m a bonehead that can see the future with you in his life, but doesn’t know how to keep you in it and doesn’t have a future without you. I know you’re not her. You would never do the things she did. What do I need to do to keep you? What do I need to do to keep us? I want the rest of my life with you.” His tone sad and quiet.
“That’s what I wanted, too.”
He steps into the shower with me and puts his arms around me.
“No. Not now. I need to clear my head,” I say and he backs off. “I need you to trust me. The other night in Colorado, the only thing you did was ask if I trusted you and it was all that mattered. I got over the woman I watched use a key to go into your hotel room. I trusted you and believed you were only for me. This morning you don’t trust me because I got a text. You have to trust me.”
“I trust you.”
“You don’t act like it.”
“Will you be at the game later?” he asks.
“Yes, if you want me to be there.”
“Please come to the game. Nothing is the same without you. I know we belong together and we will be fine.”
I want to ask who he’s trying to convince, but it’s not the time. I don’t know if I want him to go or stay with me until he needs to leave for the stadium. He’s been the only man I wanted since I first saw him set foot on the baseball field. It’s the first time I’ve thought I might rather spend time somewhere other than with Rick in years. He’s gone on the road trip on Monday and I’m wasting time I should be with him. Unless, I’m done being with him.
“Sherry, I love you and you’re the only one I’ve ever loved. I don’t want this to be over. You’re my life.” He leaves and I hear the hotel room door close.
I bawl my eyes out in the shower and get myself together. I’m strong and I don’t need a man. Shopping therapy may be what the doctor ordered. I text Joey and make plans for lunch, shopping, and the game, trying my best to understand where Rick is coming from. Joey picks me up from the hotel and is a wonderful host around LA. He’s entertaining, upbeat, and we like the same styles. We hash out my anger, sadness, general pissed off state over lunch because He says you should never shop angry. He tells me I have every right to be upset and reminds me Rick is male. It was the oddest conversation, Joey telling me how stupid men are and how they have a much harder learning curve than women do for almost everything. He sums up with the fact my man is a hot piece of beefcake and he deserves a pass for that alone. I’m not so sure, but he made my afternoon fun and reinforced he was on Rick’s side at every opportunity. I’m still tender on the subject, but I want to keep my catcher and I go with Joey’s reasoning.
Text from Sam - I’m getting a bad feeling about a call I got from my brother. I’m here if you need to talk. I promise not to beat you up. Boys can be stupid and they usually are.
Text to Sam - I was pissed and still am. Trying to get over it. I think it will be okay.
Text from Rick - Your tickets are at will call. BP was early, I’d love to pick you up and give you a ride to the stadium. I would be picking you up about 4:30.
Text to Rick - Don’t pick me up. I’ll get there on my own. I’ll be at the game. I’m out shopping with Joey. Doing my best to get over it. I love you, my king.
Text from Rick - I’m sorry. I trust you. I love you, my queen.
Joey and I get to the stadium early to pick up our tickets from will call, get beer, and find our seats. We’re behind home plate and about ten rows back. I’m surprised he managed these seats in LA. He sees me as soon as I get to my seat and waves. Joey waves back energetically and Rick’s expression changes, he realizes how stupid he was and finally relaxes, sure that Joey isn’t a threat. I yell out, “Make it win!” and I’m happy to feel a real smile creep across my lips for the first time today.
“Have you tried bouncing a quarter off his ass yet? My god he’s so hot. He’s so much better in person, the internet doesn’t do him justice. They never show enough ass.” Joey comments on our view behind home plate. “How do you get anything done? I’d spend all my time trying to get him to strip.”
I laugh and it feels good, “We tend to discuss things when we’re apart because we get distracted when we’re together in the same room. That’s not a complaint. He’s simply magnificent.”
“He scores pretty high.”
“He puts his all into the game. His bat is above average for sure.”
“I didn’t ask you about his peen, but if you want to talk about it I’ll listen. I’m talking about my scoring system. He gets points for his tight round catcher’s ass, his sexy beard and the way he holds himself—always in control and ready to fight. Were you really talking about his hitting?” He goes on talking about my man.
“I was talking about his bat. I’m not telling you anything about my man’s peen, but it is above average and he knows how to use it—just like his bat.”
Bottom of the 2nd inning, Joey starts in on the players, “This guy leading off for LA, such a baby. He needs to work on his arms and some squats wouldn’t hurt. Do they require their players to have boney asses? It’s disturbing.”
I listen as he goes on describing each player, one by one. Finding something wrong with most of the LA players. The Seals are up at bat and he continues with his scoring. “Is this guy new? Jones Mason? I don’t know him.”
“Yea, he just got brought up this week.”
“He’s a cutie, kind of a Mid-West babyface thing going on. Not that it matters when you get to his thighs. What does he do in his free time to get those thick muscular thighs? I wonder what he presses. I’d let him press me. His pants are perfect, snug and showing off his lower half assets. OMG! Did you catch the side view. He’s packing! He’s so young. Maybe it’s time for me to try a younger man, a couple years is really nothing.” He glares at me waiting for me to call him out on his age, but I don’t. Joey must be a decade older than Mason. “Younger is easier to train.” Mason ducks to keep from getting hit by the first pitch. Joey stands and has a fit, “Don’t throw at my cutie pie! He needs to keep his brains to balance out his little head!” He sits back down, fanning himself. Mason gets a base hit and Joey jumps up out of his seat clapping. “This is too much for me, I’m going for more beer.”
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