"Press a finger into that wet, tight pussy for me, Terra." I licked my lips and unbuttoned my jeans as desire built up in the center of my stomach. Delicious waves of pleasure rolled through the center of my body, teasing my cock and stroking my balls from the inside. I'd have to come before making love to her, which wasn't going to be hard to do.
"So good," she whined and lifted her hips as her hand pumped in a fast, hard fashion. She had punished her sweet little slit many times from what I could tell. I prayed I would get to see it over and over again as we grew old together.
"I can smell your arousal, angel. You're getting close."
"Yeah. I want it so bad." She lifted one of her legs in the air, giving me a good view of the bottom of her ass.
"Roll onto your knees with your face on the bed, but don't stop fucking yourself, Ter. Long, deep strokes. Slip in two fingers for me. Stretch your pussy open. Make room for this huge cock, baby." I pulled my jeans over my hips and crawled up on the bed as she rolled over and continued to work herself. The view was spectacular, like my own personal porn. The one girl I always wanted to brand with my hands, my teeth, my cock was half-naked and writhing on the bed as she worked herself closer and closer to orgasm.
She cried out, and the sound of her sloppy wet fingers pushing deep inside of her caused me to almost lose my load.
"Fuck, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen." I ran my hands over the thick curves of her ass before snapping her G-string in several places. She yelped, but continued to bob her ass up and down, three of her fingers disappearing into her pretty pink hole.
"Taste me," she whispered roughly as her hips pulled forward. Her movements had my balls clenched tight and my dick leaking precum. She’d milk the shit out of me like she had in the shower the weekend before. Anticipation was sure to kill me if she didn't.
"You read my mind." I moved down and ran my tongue over the bottom of her pussy, licking her fingers as she pulled them out again and again. The musky taste of her filled my mouth, and I wanted more. I groaned and ran my tongue up the back of her ass, taking my time to tease the tight entrance that knew my cock well and would come to love it more and more over time.
She cried out again and jerked forward. "Too much, Danny."
"Not nearly enough." I leaned in and rolled my tongue along her ass, sucking and kissing her most sensitive spots as her fingers pumped her heat. I reached around her leg and pressed one of my fingers to her clit as I continued my assault on her sweet ass.
She jerked up and screamed my name as she bucked against my fingers. Her change in position forced her to press both hands to the bed. "Please fuck me," she cried out.
"Soon, baby." I kept a hand on her clit but used my free one to take up her task of working her entrance open. Pressing two thick fingers inside of her was all she needed. "Come for me, Ter. Let that naughty bitch that used to suck on my sack in the back of the movie theater come to life."
She cried out, her moans so goddamn sexy I thought I might explode without being touched. She'd been so wild when we were kids, so ready to experiment with me and anything I wanted to do.
"I want her for a little while tonight." I leaned down and pressed my mouth back against her ass as I worked her through two more orgasms, each more intense than the last.
"Stop. Please." She pulled from me and clamped her legs tightly as she dropped to the bed.
I moved back and licked at my fingers before rolling her over and spreading her perfect legs. "I will in a minute, baby. Let me have what you're offering."
She whimpered, but reached down and gripped the back of my hair as I lapped at her swollen pink lips, drinking in her come and cleaning her up good.
"I want you inside of me, Danny." She tugged at my hair, and I glanced up.
"You sure?" I moved off the bed and pulled her down with me as I took my cock in my hand. I could barely fit my fingers around the big bastard. He was primed and ready for a long night of slick soft skin milking him to release the goods. "You want this big dick inside of you, Ter? That naughty girl's been craving it for a long fucking time, hasn't she?" I locked eyes with her to force her to talk to me. She needed to stay in the moment and live the memory with me. I brushed the head of my cock down her lips and dipped in a little.
She groaned and arched her back, forcing herself to take my head. "I want you so fucking bad. I always have."
"It's gonna hurt a little, angel. Grip the sheets and know that I would never do anything you didn't want."
"But you'd do everything to me I wanted done?" She locked gazes with me, and the depth of her desire for carnality became so fucking apparent.
"Of course, I would. You might be a strong woman that everyone respects outside of this bedroom." I pressed forward, putting another inch inside of her. "But in here? With me? You're my toy."
"And you're mine." She gripped the bottom of the bed and pulled down, taking half my dick inside of her tight body.
I gripped her thighs and cried out alongside her. "Fuck, Ter. Give me some warning."
She panted, and her eyes grew wide. From the pale color of her skin, I could tell she was hurting. I pulled out and moved up on the bed. "Hold onto my neck, baby. I'll take good care of you. Just don't force yourself on my cock, okay? That'll hurt you this time."
She nodded as tears filled her eyes. "Okay. I'm sorry."
The docile creature beneath me had all my protective instincts roaring to life. I laid down and cradled her body in my arms before pressing back inside of her. I kissed her softly, loving the passion in her moans and whimpers.
"Relax and breath while I make you mine." I pressed in a little more, her pussy so fucking tight it stole my breath. "That's it. Just relax and let me in. It's me, Ter. You want me here with you, right?"
"So bad." She pulled me down for another long kiss. Somewhere in the middle of our tongue battling for dominance, she released herself over to me. I pressed forward and hit home, stealing her first time and coveting it as mine.
It always had been anyway. I'd just failed to claim it before.
24
Terra
Two Weeks Later
"You ready for tonight?" Gary patted my back as I stood beside the field. I needed to find my center, and standing on the crimson dirt of my father's favorite field usually helped.
"Of course." I smiled over at our catcher. "Are you?"
"I live for this stuff." Gary smiled and nodded. "It's going to be damn weird not coming here every day pretty soon."
"Retirement is going to be good to you though." I reached out and brushed something off his uniform. "How is the rest of the team doing? Everyone got their head in the game or do we have some jitters going on down there?" I motioned toward the locker room.
"No, we've done this a few times before." He winked and turned to jog out to home plate. "This one is for your dad tonight."
"He'll love that," I called after him and watched as several other players jogged out on the field.
Danny was the last to leave the dugout. He winked at me but didn't say anything.
"Good luck," I called after him as worry crowded my thoughts. We'd been seeing each other for about two weeks at that point, but hadn't said anything to the team. He'd been preoccupied with his dad and Lyndsay, which was fine by me, but it made getting together a lot harder than I wanted it to be. His mood slid down into a rather rough place over the last few days, but it was once again because of his dad.
I knew the feeling myself. My father meant the world to me.
"And still does," I mumbled and walked toward the stands. Oakland was just arriving, and their players were filling up the dugout on the other side of the stadium, leaving me to feel a little off. Having been the GM for them for quite a few years, I forced myself to stop. I needed to go speak to their coaches and some of the players. It would be insanely rude not to.
"Where are you going?" Danny called out across the field as I walked behind Gary over to Oakland's side of the field.
/> "Just to say hi." I smiled and kept going, ignoring the look of disapproval on Danny's handsome face.
"Terra!" One of the younger guys on the team barreled out of the bullpen and picked me up in a bear hug.
"Hey, Vince. How are you?" I laughed and pushed at his chest. "Put me down. I'm supposed to be all dignified now."
A group of them surrounded me, and something about it felt like coming home. It wasn't that I didn't love the team behind me or Washington State, but Oakland provided a safe-harbor when I needed one most. It was something I couldn't ignore.
I spend a few minutes shaking hands and giving hugs before talking to the coaches. I'd yet to see Paul, but it was probably a good thing. Where I didn't want to ask about him, curiosity got the better of me.
"Did you guys trade Paul Thompson and I just missed it?" I smiled up at the head coach.
"I'm right here. Had to grab something from the locker room." His voice caused my stomach to tighten, in a bad way.
I turned and forced a smile. "Hey. I was wondering why you weren't with the other guys."
"Were you now?" His eyes moved across my face and down my body. "What are you doing after the game? Want to grab a beer and catch up?"
"No. She doesn't." Danny's voice surprised me a little. He moved up to my side and wrapped a possessive arm around my shoulders.
"That's funny, McAdams." A cocky grin spread across Paul's handsome face. "I don't think it was you I asked out."
"She's taken, Thompson. Find someone else to try your tricks on." Danny's face was a mask of challenge.
I almost felt small between the two of them. Something about Danny stepping up as my man left my heart racing, my body wet and aching for his. "Hey. It's all good. No beers for me tonight. Good to see you, Paul."
"You too, beautiful." He turned his attention back to me, but I ignored it.
I pulled from Danny's hold and walked back across the field. "You don't have anything to worry about, Danny." I glanced over at him to find him stewing in anger.
"No? You want me to go cuddle up to every girl that's waxed my cock while you're watching? That sound fun to you?" He voice was deep and hateful.
"What?" I pursed my lips and looked around. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. I never slept with Paul."
"Right. As if I believe that shit." He turned and walked to the mound, almost stomping.
I held my tears back. He was going through a lot, and he was overreacting. It was part of his persona and every alpha male asshole to do it. I let out a slow breath and ascended the stairs to the owners’ box. For some reason, a small group of reporters was standing outside the door, in the middle of the fucking aisle where people were trying to get by to get to their seats.
"Miss Harmon. Todd Dangle from News Channel Two. Can you please speak to the recent discovery that another one of your players has popped positive for HGH?" He shoved a microphone in my face, catching me off-guard.
"How did you guys get in here?" I reached for the door and moved into the box, closing it hard behind me. "What the fuck was that?"
Alan turned from watching the field. "What was what?"
"The media is right outside our door." I walked into the room and grabbed a bottle of water. "It's like there's no rest for the weary."
"That sounds about right." He reached out and rubbed the top of my back as I came to stand beside him. "They're all hyped up because Jackson popped positive for HGH this week."
"Why wasn't I informed of that?" Tension wrapped around the inside of my chest. First Danny was being a cock, then the media decided it was okay to pound down my door in the middle of our paying crowd of visitors and now I wasn't being kept in the loop on the happenings with the team? What. The. Fuck.
"Because you have a lot going on." He let out a long sigh. "You father wasn't kept up to speed on that shit either, Terra. It's my job to handle the players."
"Then handle them," I barked and lifted my water to my lips, drinking deeply. "Where are they getting the steroids from?"
"No clue, but we're investigating."
"We should move faster. This is getting ridiculous. Fans are going to start getting upset and stop buying tickets. That's how this works. We're an American tradition. A wholesome, happy, safe place to bring your family and your kids for an afternoon of fun. If people start to feel like our guys are toked up on an illegal substance, it's going to affect all of us."
"I know. I'm on it. Just avoid the media as best you can until we get a few things cleared up." He pressed his hands to the glass. "And if you need to hide out for a while, feel free to. I can help take care of everything."
Something about the way he spoke left me uneasy. If I wanted to hide out for a while? Was that a joke? And where would I go? In the locker room to get fucked against the shower wall like a teenage girl with nothing to lose?
I glared down at the field as anger burned deep in my belly. How dare Danny come over to the Oakland side of the field and remind me and Paul that I was off the market. Like I didn't know that. Like I wasn't mature enough to stay committed to one man.
I wasn't the slut. He was.
"Wow." One of the older guys walked into the box behind me, his voice stealing me from my thoughts. "What the hell is going on with the media out there?"
I bit my tongue and let Alan explain it. Obviously, he knew more than I did.
The game started, and thankfully, I calmed down a little. We were doing well until the top of the third when once again, Danny hit a batter. This time, it was Paul.
This time, it was on purpose.
25
Daniel
"What the fuck was that?" Paul Thompson pulled off his batting helmet as he screamed and chucked his bat.
Where I hadn't planned on smacking him with the ball, the fact that I had was pretty damn cool. He charged the mound, and I dropped my glove, punching him one good time in the face before he tackled me to the ground.
"You think she's yours, McAdams? You're fucking wrong." He popped me in the face before I could roll us over and move up to sit on his chest. I hit him several times before Rick pulled me off of him.
"Have you two lost your damn minds?" Rick screamed.
I jerked away from him and walked to the dugout as the crowd booed. I wasn't sure who they were booing at, nor did I care. I was furious at Terra for going over to talk to Paul before the game. What was she thinking?
Was she trying to make me jealous? Cause I was.
"Great way to set me up for a win, dear," I mumbled sarcastically and pulled at my clothes. I'd take a shower and head out. I was going to catch all sorts of hell for my actions, but it wouldn't be tonight. I couldn't hold back my aggression for much longer, and letting it out on Joe, Rick or Terra would be less than smart.
I jerked my locker open to grab a pair of boxers and realized that I had a zillion missed calls on my phone. I slammed the door, not caring who they were from. Probably an unknown number. Whoever the fuck it was, it could wait.
After getting in the shower, I pressed my hands to the wall beside me and leaned against the cold tiles. There were too many moving parts in my life, and I seemed to be half-ass attentive to all of them. Something had to give.
Sadly enough, it seemed like that was going to be me.
"Danny?" Terra's voice filled up the locker room, and I stifled a curse. Of course, she was going to come give me grief over it. I'd been a total dick before the game and now was her turn to get in a bit of payback.
"I'm in the shower. I'll be out shortly," I barked, hating the tone of my voice. She didn't deserve me being a dick, but I couldn't force that part of me back in its shell.
"Alright. Sure." She sounded hurt, but it was getting to be a tone I was used to. Fuck me for being such an ass. I finished washing up and dried off before wrapping a towel tightly around my waist. I walked out to find her sitting on one of the benches, her face filled with either concern or disappointment.
I put my back to her and opened my locker. "
What do you want, Terra?" I knew using her full name was another asshole move. The score kept rising for me.
"Did you mean to hit Paul?" Whether there was a hint of anger in her voice or not, I somehow wanted to believe there was.
"Why do you care?" I glanced over my shoulder as if she were a ball boy or someone less important. What the fuck was wrong with me.
"Because I own this team, Daniel." She shot back at me. She was damn good at that.
I turned to face her. "Then remember that next time a rival team comes to our field. Don't run over there and high-five and hug every swinging dick on their team. It looks like shit if you didn't know."
She paled. "What did you say to me?"
"You heard me. Don't think I didn't see the way you looked for Paul. You think I'm stupid?"
"I think you're being stupid." She got up and walked toward me, her face coloring pink. "What's gotten into you? Where is the Danny I slept beside a few days ago?"
"Maybe he's still in the bed. Go wake him up." I turned back to my locker and pulled out my phone. "And who the fuck keeps calling me?"
"No. We're not doing this." She gripped my shoulder. "Turn around and talk to me."
"As my lover or the owner of my team?" I pulled from her and half-snarled over my shoulder. The phone thing plus Paul was fucking my emotions ten ways to Sunday.
"As your girlfriend," she barked.
"Is that what you are?" I pulled the phone to my ear and lifted my finger. "Be quiet for a minute. Someone keeps trying to call me over and over. Probably an ex-girlfriend that just wants to check in."
"You're an asshole." She turned and walked toward the door.
"You knew this," I called after her and turned my back to the door before plopping down.
My mom's voice filled up the line, her tone frantic. "Daniel. We're at the ER again. Your father's not doing too good. Please come up here when the game is over." The call dropped. Next one. "Daniel. It's mom. Just wanted you to know that Lyndsay is with Joan next door to the house. They're hooking your dad up to a bunch of machines. I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm a little scared. Say a prayer for us, son. Please?"
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