She rolls her back to me and fluffs her pillow under her head. “Yep. You’ll perform better in the game if you hold out, which in turn means you’ll be better in bed tomorrow night.”
What the hell, has she studied this? It actually kinda makes sense, but who has she tested this theory out on.
“It’s really all just for my benefit.”
I scoff, “I feel so used.” But slightly curious in this theory of hers. Does it really work?
“You’ll get used to it,” she laughs and wiggles her backside against my semi-hard dick, a slow torturous move. “Now hold me and go to sleep. Four thirty comes early.”
The things this woman has done to me.
I kiss her shoulder, close my eyes against the feel of her next to me and whisper in her ear, “I love you, Presley West.”
Chapter Thirty-two
We pull up to the front of the stadium, Liv and Trey get out of the truck first, and make their way inside. My stomach is in twisted knots as I prepare to get out of the truck. I have never released a player this soon, and every fiber of my being is telling me to go with him. I look over at Robert, quickly taking in his relaxed and confident body structure. He’s ready. I know he is. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“I’ve gotta learn to fly solo at some point Pres. I’m good. I’ll see you after the game.”
I nod and lean over the center console to kiss him before getting out of the truck. I stand there watching him pull away from me to head to the players’ parking lot.
Usually, I spend a couple of games on the sidelines before completely releasing a player, but after getting engaged right after the signing and knowing how Robert felt, I decided to let him fly solo, like he asked.
I buy my first ticket ever in this stadium to commemorate Robert’s time here and then show my badge to the attendant who escorts me to the owner’s suite. Everyone from Thanksgiving is there, and much to my surprise, even Laura has shown up for the occasion.
I make my way to the front corner of the suite and stand there, eyeing the field watching warmups. Robert’s not on the field and I’m worried something is going on.
“You think he’s ready?” Coach comes and stands by me; his presence alone is enough to take my nerves from a billion down to a steady forty-five.
“We’ll see.” I say as I shrug, and he offers me a glass of champagne.
“Drink this. It’ll help you relax. You’ve done good Donovan. Today is just as much about you as it is him.”
I look at the drink, offer a small smile and shake it off, returning my gaze to the field, taking everything in.
The opening ceremony is perfect, and Robert takes the mound, the first time in a professional setting after months of being out for the majority of the season. He throws out the first pitch and I look to the TV screen to check his speed. Eighty-two, but it was a strike.
I feel Coach’s hand rub against the small of my back. “It’s okay. He’s just getting used to it again.”
I can tell he’s nervous and the chances of him seeing me are slim, but I send him our signal. “I hope you’re right. I just can't stop feeling like I should be down there with him.”
“You’re right where you need to be. If he doesn’t get better, I’ll go down there, okay?”
I nod and offer a quick thank you. The rest of the first inning goes smoothly, and with every pitch Robert gets better and better. He managed to strikeout the first two players right away and the third was out at first. I couldn’t be happier for him. It isn’t until the third inning that I’m finally able to relax completely and I sit down by Liv, who could truly care less about the game.
“So, let’s talk wedding plans.”
I laugh, my eyes darting between her and the field, however they linger longer on the field than her. “Do we have to do this now?”
“You really want to watch the game?” She is honestly shocked at the choice in my priorities.
“Yea. Kinda Liv. I did just bust my ass for the last couple of months on this one player and the pitcher is really hot. He sure knows how to fill out a pair of baseball pants if you know what I mean.”
Laura and I laugh, and Liv just rolls her eyes.
“Ugg. Do you see what I mean? I can’t make this stuff up.”
“I think they’re cute.” Laura bumps my shoulder and I’m glad to have her on my side.
“Fine. We’ll talk when Robert’s not on the field then.”
“Deal.” A couple more minutes go by and soon we’re at bat. Liv eagerly takes this opening to drawl my attention away from the field.
“So wedding. Trey and I are getting married in March, but if you guys wanted March too then—”
“We’re getting married in December Liv.”
“Great! You’ll have a year to plan eve—”
“Three weeks Liv.”
“I’m sorry what?” her doe eyes widen as she looks between Laura and me.
“Our wedding will be three weeks from today.”
“Presley! Have you done lost your mind?” Everyone stops what they’re doing and looks at the three of us. “I mean obviously you have, otherwise you wouldn’t be talking like a crazy person!” she whisper-screams as she inches closer to me, “Weddings take time, Presley.”
“Big weddings take time Liv. Robert and I want something small and intimate. I want to go to Texas as his wife. Robert and I talked last night and decided we only want the people in this room to be there when we say, ‘I do’.”
“But what about your dress? The decorations? The food? Presley, all that takes time. Your dress alone will take months to order.”
“So I’ll find something off the rack. I don’t care about it Liv. It’s taken Robert and me years to get here and we don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Well, had you not been so stubb—”
“Don’t finish that sentence Liv.” I scowl at her and she backs off. “Besides the only people I need to ask to be my bridesmaids are you and Laura and you both are right here.” Liv obviously expected this moment was coming but seeing the surprise on Laura’s face was perfection.
“Presley, are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” I say confidently. “We might have had different points of view several years ago, but you were my first and only friend when I moved here. You and Rick supported us, and I actually learned quite a bit from you.”
“I would be honored, Presley. Thank you.”
“So where’s the wedding gonna be? Here or Texas? Both would be perfect. The weather’s warm this time of year, so you’d still be able to have an outdoor wedding and reception if you wanted too.”
“Montana.”
Liv falls back in her chair. “You do know there’s already two feet of snow on the ground, right?”
“I do. This isn’t going to be some large and elaborate business affair. I wasn’t lying when I said we wanted something small and intimate. There’s the chapel in town and it’s plenty big enough to hold our closest family and friends. Then we’ll stay at the ranch until after Christmas and honeymoon in Finland to see the Northern Lights. I’ve always wanted to stay in one of those glass igloos and Robert promised to take me.”
Liv sits back in her chair, seeming exasperated, “So let me get this straight. You two are getting married in the cold and honeymooning in the frigid?”
“Guess so.”
“I love it. Just think of the snuggling you’ll get to do.”
Laura puts snuggling in air quotes and she and Liv laugh while I blush at the thought of everyone knowing very well what Robert and I will be doing in that igloo.
“Ahhh,” Liv says with a smirk, “I see what you’re up to. You dirty dog you. I need to find your mothers pronto.”
“And why would you need to do that?”
“Because I know they are gonna bet on when you get pregnant and I want in on this one.”
I shake my head. The idea never crossed my mind before now, but hearing Olivia say it out loud I’d be shock
ed if there wasn’t already a bet going on.
“Laura? You want in on this? You better come with me. Their mothers have been throwing bets around since these two started dating.”
“Really?”
“Yea. Our mothers don’t exactly act like other parents. Gramps even joins in on the fun.” I roll my eyes at the absurdity of it all.
“Oh I’m in then.”
Laura and Liv disappear somewhere giving me a moment alone. I look up at the score board and realize it’s the seventh inning stretch and call down to the dugout using the direct line from the suite.
“Hello?” Martinez answers the phone and pops his head out.
“Hey. How’s our boy?”
“Doing good. Warm and loose.”
“Can I talk to him?”
“Just this once. You know you’re not gonna have these privileges when you get to Texas.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Don’t forget, the owner’s daughter is my best friend. I’ll always have these privileges.”
I can hear him chuckle and make a clicking sound behind his teeth. “Yea. Yea.” Static comes through the line and then a muffled, “West! It’s for you.”
“Hello?”
“Hey sexy.”
“Hey you!” Robert pops his head out from the dugout and looks in my direction, offering a slight wave to our suite.
“How are you feeling? How’s the arm?”
“Presley,” his voice is stern, “No more.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t just flip a switch and turn it off. I am trying though; I haven’t come down there.”
“I know and I love you for it. Let the girls know we’re going out to dinner after this. I need to ask Trey and Rick.”
“Okay. I already asked the girls. They both said yes.”
“Is Liv letting you watch the game?”
“I’m able to steal glances here and there. I’m so proud of you.”
“Love you. Gotta get back out there. See you afterwards.”
* * *
Today’s game was exactly what I needed to get me back in the swing of things, but of course Presley already knew that. The atmosphere was electric, and the game was kept fun and light; coach even kept me in the entire game. I’ve never heard so much razzing in good fun on a field in my entire life. Everyone was joking around and recalling their favorite memories of my asshole days. I shook everything off and didn’t let it get to me, how could it, when the best part of my life would soon be married to me.
I could see Presley standing in the owner’s box, biting her thumb the way she does when she’s nervous. She had a lot riding on this game, and I knew how desperately she wanted to be in the dugout with me, but I really appreciated her staying where she was.
I find her hanging just outside the players’ entrance after the game with Trey and Liv. The moment she sees me, she runs full speed and jumps into my arms, forcing me to step back and swing her around just to keep my balance; the woman has some force behind her that’s for sure.
“Baby! That was awesome!” she says in between peppered kisses.
Trey offers his congratulations as Presley slides down my body and Liv brings up the subject of dinner. I have to laugh at her, she could care less about the game or baseball and yet she talked her father into buying the Rangers to give Presley and me another chance.
“So about this dinner?”
“Hey Liv. Thanks for coming. I know it’s not really your thing.”
“Oh it’s fine. We talked wedding stuff anyway.”
I laugh and kiss Pres. “There’s a nice steakhouse a little ways away from here. I told Martinez we would meet them there.”
* * *
Both Trey and Rick agreed to be a part of the wedding and after dinner we say our goodbyes, the four of us heading back to Presley’s and my place.
Trey, Liv, and Presley were leaving tomorrow to fly back to Montana, and I was driving back in a week. There were a few things I had to wrap up with the Arizona league, and though I wanted Presley to stay with me, it only made sense for her to leave since we were getting married in just under three weeks.
We say our goodnights to one another, Presley and I head to our room and Trey and Liv to theirs. I lay on the bed watching her move around the room, packing her stuff up, getting ready for tomorrow. She’s wearing my Arizona jersey and as she moves just the right way, a cute little cotton sports thong peaks out from under the material, grey with a thick black band. All I can think about is taking a bite of one of her cheeks. She’s a fucking temptress and she knows it.
When she finally makes a pass close enough to the bed, I reach out for her and pull her to me. “No more packing tonight.”
She blushes as I bring my lips down to caress her jawline and her breath catches, “Did you have something else in mind Mr. West?” she says through shallow breath.
“Absolutely soon to be Mrs. West.” I hover over her body, my lips moving from her jaw to just against her lips. “Wanna try for that baby?” My tongue slides between her smiling lips as I feel her body go soft under me. Just like putty, she molds against me, not ready for a fuck, but ready for me to make love to her.
“You know the chances of anything happening tonight are almost zero. It was only removed less than ten hours ago and it’s going to take some time for my body to readjust to things.”
“Maybe, but it doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in the meantime.”
She pulls me back down to her and her leg wraps around me in an unusual kind of way. Before I even know how she did it, she flips me on my back and is straddling me.
“Much better,” she smiles down from her perch, looking confident as she slowly undoes the buttons on the jersey, swatting at my hands as I try to help her. The fabric falls from her shoulders and I come to life under her.
Her kisses start on my jaw and slowly make their way down. Over my chest, her tongue teases each nipple, a quick flick and a pulling bite, her teeth scratch against my skin causing me to hiss at the sensation. Her kisses continue south, over each mildly sore abdominal muscle, causing them to twitch without permission. Her fingertips grip my waist band and I told her wrist, stopping her movement. “Presley, you do—”
She looks up at me smiling innocently, “You worked hard today. It’s time for you to relax.”
I release her, lifting my hips so she can continue to pull my boxer briefs down. My cock bounces at the slightest touch from her, springing to life with her breath alone. She looks pleased with her accomplishment. I love making her happy.
She kisses the tip before running her tongue agonizingly slow down my shaft, circling it at the hilt. I let out another hiss as my fingers grip tightly to her hair. I buck against her in pleasure as she begins her ascent. Her lips encircle me in a tease, taking me in and backing off, only to take more in the next time. Over and over she builds me up, bringing my release just to the surface only to deny me the satisfaction. Guiding her head, I jerk into her, she takes all of me, hitting the back of her throat. Pleasured moans vibrate against my exceedingly sensitive cock. I manage to look down at her only to find her finger fucking herself. I wonder how many times she’s touched herself over the years to the memory of me. I want to burry myself in her and never find my way out.
I gently pull her up to me, but she fights back.
Popping me out quickly only to build my release with words alone, “Not yet. I love the taste of your fucking cock.” Once again she devours me, my eyes rolling back in my head as I hit the back of her throat over and over, until it becomes too much.
“Fuck P. I can’t wait.” I flip her off of me, push her thong to the side and slide into her. Her sex sopping wet and pulsing around me. I drape her knees over my shoulders, raising her ass in the air. Three erratic, rutting thrusts, and I’m folded in half over her. Skin slapping against skin, the scent of our two bodies combined fills the air. Her chest splotched with fire as my body jerks, filling her center with hot jets of thick seed. Her chest heaves with ea
ch labored breath, the bedsheets tightly clenched in white knuckled fist, as she arches off the bed, her legs shake around my head from the beginning of her climax until the last pulsing aftershock subsides. I look at her as she practically glows with exhaustion and I chuckle to myself, “Think anything happened?”
“Guess we’ll find out in a couple of weeks,” she says quietly as her fingers play with my hair.
I lower her legs, pepper her stomach in soft subtle kisses, before laying my head low on her. “Come on little swimmers. Make me a daddy.”
A deep belly laugh protrudes from her, and I can't help but to admire the hopeful smile that radiates across her face. “You really cannot wait to be a daddy, can you?”
“When you’re their momma, absolutely not.”
“What do you want first?”
“It doesn’t really matter as long as they’re healthy. I mean, I can’t wait to have a boy to throw a ball around with, but a little girl just like her momma, will have me wrapped around her little finger.”
Looking at her, I notice a tear slowly cascading down her cheek, with others threatening to fall, and I begin to think the worst. “What is it? Pres, baby, if you’re not ready, we can wait. I’ll wear a condom again so you’re ready when we take that next step.”
“No. It’s not that. I am ready. I’m beyond ready to have kids with you, to start the family we talked about so many years ago, but what if we can't have kids? I know I shouldn’t think like that, but it’s just, seeing you like this, Robert what if I’m broken and I didn’t know?” Another tear slides down her cheek. “I know it’s so early to have these doubts, and probably nothing came of tonight anyway, but what if I can't give you what you want?”
Her tears fall harder and I’m honestly shocked at how much pressure she’s putting on herself. She had her IUD taken out this morning, and she’s already thinking about how she could possibly let me down. Already thinking about being seen as a failure and it breaks my heart. No matter what happens, I could never see her as a failure as she puts it.
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