Finally Us (True Love)

by Bentley, Harper

  “Okay,” I concede, dropping my arms to my sides. That makes sense. I can do that for him.

  He bends and brushes my lips with his. “Must say, I’m torn,” he mutters and again I frown in confusion.

  “What?”

  He looks at me then down at my dress, well, my chest in particular. “This dress is fucking hot on you. Your tits look exceptionally spectacular in it, but I know you wore it for… him.” And all the air goes heavy in the room again. Yikes.

  But I can’t help but blush at what he says and reply honestly (and quickly), “I didn’t wear it for him. I bought it a couple months ago and liked how it fit. And, um, truthfully, I actually got it with you in mind.”

  He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?” I nod and now the heat of his stare takes my breath away as he looks me over, focusing on my cleavage, specifically the inner side boob that’s showing through the teardrop opening. “Like it, babe. Wanna fuck you in it,” he growls.

  Oh, my.

  Now, remember when I said my emotional state wasn’t at its best? Yeah. Now I burst into tears and he frowns grabbing me in his arms.

  “Baby,” he says into my hair. “What?”

  “Oh, Jag, we can’t do anything tonight,” I tell him through my tears.

  He pulls back but I wrap my arms tighter around him keeping my head pressed to his chest.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks. “Hey, what is it?”

  I pull away and look up at him, ashamed. “I was going to sleep with Austin tonight! I can’t just jump into bed with you now!” I sob.

  He watches me for a moment then says, “Okay.”

  I look up at him in surprise. “Okay?”

  “Yeah, okay,” he repeats.

  “You’re not mad?”

  “No. I get it, babe. How about we just go to sleep?” he says and I can’t help but think that’s a great idea.

  “Yeah,” I murmur and nod.

  We get ready for bed, me putting on a tank top and shorts, him stripping down to his boxer briefs. It’s not awkward. We’ve done this many, many times before. Then we get in bed.

  “You work tomorrow?” he asks facing me.

  “No.”

  “Game in Pittsburgh tomorrow night.” He sighs then reaches out and curls a piece of hair around my ear. “Gone all week then on to Atlanta. But I’ll be back next Monday for eleven days. Want to take you out when I’m home.”

  I give him a small smile. “I’d like that.”

  He smiles back and leans in touching his lips to mine. “’Night.”

  “’Night, Jag. I love you.”

  I turn out the light as I hear him say, “Forever and a day, babe.”

  I awake a few hours later with Jag plastered to my back, his left arm under my neck, his right draped over my waist and his hand’s holding my breast. Even in sleep, he’s showing me he’ll protect me. Well, that or he just wanted to cop a feel.

  I turn to face him taking all of him in. My God, the man’s beautiful. His dark hair is messy, that one hunk hanging low on his forehead. I reach up and lightly swipe it away then run my fingers over his cheekbone, down over his stubbled square jaw and across his lips, which he purses then frowns making them look all pouty and cute. I pull up and brush mine over them while smoothing my hand down his hard chest, over his chiseled abs, then lower where I rub my hand across his length, pressing into him harder when I hear a low, male noise come from him. I touch his neck with my mouth, putting my tongue out to taste him and feel him growing hard under my hand. Moving my hand up a little, I push it in under his waistband and wrap my fingers around him, stroking him as he grows harder and longer.

  As I run my tongue from his neck down to his chest, I gently bite his nipple and that’s when his hand behind me locks onto my butt, jerking me hard against him.

  “El,” he murmurs.

  I look up and see that his eyes are closed and he’s still asleep. And that’s when I have a major Oh, my God moment because he’s calling out to me from his subconscious. Me. Even in his sleep, he wants me. If I had any doubts before this, they’re all erased. And now I seriously want to cry because we’ve wasted so much time by letting other people tear us apart, buying into their idiotic and ridiculous bullshit when all we should’ve done was look to each other. I sigh and close my eyes for a few seconds debating whether I should stop, but I’m too turned on now and I’m not going to waste any more of our time together.

  “Jag,” I whisper as I continue running my tongue over him, nipping him in various places, trying to wake him up as I continue moving my hand up and down over his silky yet rock hard shaft. He stirs against me and utters another purely male sound that makes my stomach dip in anticipation. God, I want him so badly.

  “El,” he mutters again, and now I know he’s somewhat awake because with his strong arms he hooks me under my armpits and pulls me up to him, sliding me up his front, my hands coming down on the bed on both sides of his face, and he kisses me deep and hot and wet. I moan into his mouth, pushing my hips into his hardness, grinding down against him.

  He doesn’t waste any time in tugging my shorts and panties down and off then pulls his boxer briefs down, freeing himself, placing my legs to either side of his hips, then drives up inside me so powerfully I gasp at the sudden fullness of him inside.

  “Oh… Jag…” I whisper as a shiver rolls over me, and my body’s already amped up for him as he starts rocking his hips up and down, filling me over and over.

  He pulls my tank up and over my head, his hands moving to cup my breasts, his thumbs gliding over my nipples, pushing into them making me moan while pumping up inside me hard, and my arousal reaches new heights with each surge of his hips. Then suddenly he’s fully awake. His hands come up and he roughly grabs both sides of my head, his fingers latching into my hair, and he jerks my face to within inches of his, his thrusts still coming hard, his eyes boring into mine intensely.

  “It’s you, El,” he growls. “Always. Always been you.”

  Oh, my God.

  “Jag…” I whisper then feel my body responding to what he’s said, and it comes fast and suddenly I’m there, completely shattering around him, every nerve ending in my body firing to life. And it’s utterly beautiful. I can’t catch my breath as I tremble against him afterward, still feeling twinges of my climax coursing through my body when he pulls my face to his harshly, slamming his mouth against mine, taking it hard, his tongue seeking mine, tangling sensually with it when it does. When he lets me go, I’m spent and can’t help it as I collapse onto him.

  He turns us, staying inside me then hands on my knees pushes my legs up against my chest as he begins moving inside again.

  “Love this, El. You. All of this. Missed it,” he says low and gravelly and sexy, moving his hand down, finding the spot with his fingers working to get me there again.

  I suck in a breath. “Jag, I can’t. It’s… it’s too much.”

  “Again,” he says all growly and demanding.

  “Oh, God… I… can’t…” I breathe out, feeling it building.

  “Again, El,” he orders as he drives in hard.

  I let out a moan because I’m almost there and it’s going to be big. Wow.

  “Not yet. With me, El.”

  “Jag!” I cry out not knowing if I can wait for him.

  “With me,” he commands.

  And I’d do anything for him, I swear I would, but this I can’t do as my body’s had enough and my climax explodes inside me making me cry out loudly, my fingernails digging into his biceps.

  “Fuck!” he roars as he buries himself inside me deeply, coming right after I do.

  I don’t get to see him because I’m so out of my body right now, and I love watching him when he climaxes, so I’m a little bummed. But just a little. Next time, I think, which makes me grin to myself because it’s the first time in a long time that I actually see that there’ll be a next time with us.

  He touches his mouth to mine and feels my
grin. “What?” he asks when he pulls away and I hear the smile behind it.

  I smirk up at him, putting a hand against his cheek. “Just thinking about our next time,” I admit.

  He barks out a laugh. “Thinking about next time,” he echoes. “My girl’s insatiable.”

  “Only when it comes to you,” I say, pulling his face to mine with both hands for a meaningful kiss.

  Chapter 18

  Jag

  I guess it’s safe to say El and I are back, but that doesn’t mean I’m taking advantage of the situation. Well, I am taking advantage in one way, but, damn, it’s so fucking good I can’t keep my hands off her.

  I’ll say this much, we definitely made up for lost time, which is all fine and good by me. I missed her and I’m not letting her get away this time.

  I’m now on the plane to Pittsburgh, excited to be playing again. I won’t pitch the first two games, but I’m starting the third and I’m ready to go all out.

  But there for a while, I wasn’t so sure I’d even be on the plane from my meeting earlier with Coach.

  He’d called this morning and told me he needed to see me in his office by two. I knew I was in deep shit for what’d happened with Eddington last night, but I was willing to take my punishment, which I knew would amount to a fine. I was just hoping I wouldn’t be suspended.

  “What the fuck is this?” he’d asked as he threw a newspaper onto his desk. I looked at it to see an article about the “altercation.”

  “Well, Coach,” I began but he cut me off.

  “Twenty-four-fucking-mill a year for seven years for you, Jensen. Am I gonna regret taking you?” he yelled.

  “No, Coach, you aren’t.”

  “What the fuck happened?” His face got so red I was afraid he was going to have a stroke or something.

  I bit the inside of my cheek waiting to see if he really wanted to know what happened, and when he sat there glaring at me, I guessed he did, so I told him.

  “Gotta be fucking shitting me. All this over some woman?” he spewed.

  Now wait just a goddamned moment. I raised my eyebrow. “She’s not just some woman, Coach.” He continues glaring at me and I glare right back. I’m not letting anyone treat her poorly or make her look bad ever again.

  He finally capitulates by nodding. “Got it,” he mutters still looking at me in a not-so-friendly way. “Talked to Shaffer. He said you’re worth the trouble if you’re one-hundred percent. Better hope your arm holds up this week.”

  Jesus. Talk about no fucking pressure. He talked to my pitching coach with the Dodgers. Well, thank God Shaffer backed me up, so now all I’ve got to do is prove I’m ready, which I think I am. “Got it,” I repeat his words.

  So here I am on the plane and Eddington’s nowhere in sight. I didn’t read the article because the media gets it wrong every fucking time and people are going to believe what they want, so I don’t even waste my time on that shit. But I still can’t help but wonder why he’s not here.

  We land in Pittsburgh and take a bus to the field, and while we’re dressing, I hear Newt talking to Olivarez about what happened. I guess Eddington had drug paraphernalia on his person and in his car and was booked for possession, but Newt says Eddington’s dad is some big shot businessman in South Carolina, so Eddington’ll walk because his dad will hire the best attorneys. I wonder if he’ll pursue pressing charges against me, but whatever. I’d pay the price any day if it meant I got to kick the shit out of him. But I doubt the Cubs will do anything. Most of the time, if the player’s good, they’ll be suspended for a time, maybe have to check into a rehab center if the situation calls for it, then they’re back on the field good to go. Saw it happen with the Dodgers quite a few times, so it’s not as big a stigma as one would think. Anyway, I don’t give a shit one way or the other. I’m here to play ball and as long as he stays the fuck away from El, it’s all good.

  We win the first game, lose the second and now I’m up. I hate to admit it, but I’m a little apprehensive. It’s been almost nine months since I took the mound, and the worrying about how I’ll do is weighing me down a bit. El and I have talked every night, but she makes an extra call today to wish me luck, knowing I’d be nervous.

  “Just pitch the shit out of it, baby!” she says with a giggle which makes me laugh.

  “I’ll try my hardest,” I say.

  “Sending you some kickass vibes!”

  “Thanks, babe. Gonna need ‘em, I think,” I tell her honestly.

  “You’ll do fine, Jag, I just know it. I love you,” she says quietly. And that’s all I need.

  “Love you too, El. Forever and a day. Watch tonight, okay?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” she promises.

  We talk a bit more then I have to go because we get to the stadium and are exiting the bus.

  As the team walks to the clubhouse, I hear my name being cheered and I frown, looking around to see who my fans could be. A huge grin forms on my face when I see El, my mom and dad and Ross and Rebecca all with foam fingers chanting my name.

  “Baby,” I say into El’s neck as I pick her up and spin her around.

  “Surprise!” She giggles when I put her down. Then I bend down and lay a big one on her.

  “For luck,” I say with a smirk as I pull away.

  “I’ll give you luck anytime you want it,” she says in a daze and I chuckle at how cute she is.

  I turn and look at Mom and Dad and can’t help but snort. Foam fingers just don’t mix well with my folks, but I think it’s great that they’re here, and I tell them so, and Mom gives me a huge hug. Ross tells me he borrowed some of my Frequent Flier Miles to fly everyone out, which makes me laugh.

  “Gotta do what you gotta do,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder as we both grin at each other.

  I’m so shocked that they’re all here that I just keep grinning and shaking my head. “Thanks for coming,” I tell them for possibly the thirtieth time.

  “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Dad says and waves his foam finger around with a silly grin on his face, which cracks me up. Royce Jensen, hardcore rocker with a foam finger isn’t something you see every day.

  “Well, gotta get suited out,” I tell them and turn to El, taking her face in my hands. “Thank you, baby,” I say as I kiss her again before heading into the clubhouse.

  Having El back makes everything so much better. I know she was the one who rounded everyone up to come to the game, knowing I needed the support, and I feel so lucky at that moment to have her that my heart wants to burst. “Luckiest son of a bitch ever,” I mumble to myself as I enter the clubhouse.

  Varner, or “V,” is my catcher tonight and he’s a pretty good guy. We’ve talked a little and I’ve learned that he’s my age but married with two sons. Before my first pitch, he makes sure to walk to the mound and encourage me.

  “Knock the fuck out of ‘em, Jensen,” he says with a grin and hands me the ball. He turns to go back to home plate but stops and looks back at me. “And if you start hurting, you’d better fucking let someone know.” Then he winks at me, spits and heads to home plate to put his mask on.

  I take a deep breath and get my game face on hoping I can do this when the first batter steps up. V calls for my fastball and I wind up and let it go. A first-pitch strike is pretty fucking important, especially on the initial pitch of the game, and I nail it. The batter draws nothing but air on his swing, and I’m so fucking elated I yell out a “Yeah!” After that show of emotion, I gain my composure, ready to strike every last one of them out, and that’s what I do until the top of the seventh when Coach sends in the relief. But I’m good with that. For my first time out, I did pretty well, striking out fifteen and allowing only three singles. Not bad. We end up winning which is the icing on the cake.

  After the game, Dad has gotten us reservations at a restaurant that’s in a church which is supposed to have amazing beer, so we all go there to eat, and sitting around the table, everyone gives
me huge congratulations. I feel like my face is going to split in two with all the smiling I’m doing. The amount of beer we guys drink should be considered illegal, but we’re celebrating and I don’t have to pitch again for another five days, so I’m all in. When we’re finished, I say goodbye to Mom, Dad, Ross and Rebecca who are going back to the airport to catch their flight out and I honestly can’t thank them enough for coming, telling them it means a lot that they came to support me. When they’re gone, El and I get a cab back to my hotel room and I call Coach to let him know that I’ll fly to Atlanta on my own tomorrow. Ross already booked flights for El and me when he was cashing in my miles, so we’re all set, and now I get to spend time with my girl.

  “Fuck yeah,” I groan as El sucks my cock into her mouth.

  On the way to my hotel room, she’d been pretty feisty in the cab, her hand sneaking over to rub against my crotch on the way there as the cabbie asked me about the game. She’d giggled when there was a hitch of surprise in my voice when I answered him but she kept her hand there, kneading me, making me hard. We’d made out in the elevator on the way up, and the minute we got in my room, she’d pushed the door closed, dropped to her knees, unbuttoned my jeans and reached in to grab my shaft. And now here we are.

  Wrapping my hands in her hair, I lean my head against the door, closing my eyes as I feel her taking me inside that fabulously talented mouth of hers. Jesus, it feels fantastic. But I need to be inside her, so I bend and pull her up, kiss her hard then lead her into the room where I undress her then myself and take her down onto the bed with me.

  “Beautiful,” I say as I look down at her naked body under mine. She’s perfect, long, shapely legs, sexy rounded hips, a small trim waist and a flat stomach that leads up to her gorgeous breasts that are rounded naturally. Damn. I look at her face, the high cheekbones, full lips, the smattering of cute freckles over her straight nose, her delicate yet strong jaw and her sexy, green eyes that could seduce you with one look and cut you into pieces with the next. Her thick, auburn hair is splayed over the pillow like a halo surrounding her and I can’t tear my eyes away.