Baseball Bride

by Penny Wylder

  Stroking faster and faster, the orgasm burns in my gut, sending waves of electricity through my veins. My hand is her mouth, moving up and down, over and over, her tongue flattening against the underside of my cock.

  Jerking my cock harder, the orgasm hits me and the first jet of hot cum spills over my knuckles and hits the door. I lean my forehead against the door and allow my weight to fall against it. I relax and keep stroking until the last jet of cum is spent. Grabbing the towel I used for the sauna, I clean up the mess and get dressed.

  Balling up the towel, I toss it into the basket and head to the gym. I spot Gillian standing against the far wall with her clipboard. Standing for a moment, I just watch her from a distance.

  She’s so fucking beautiful. Never in my life have I been so blown away by a woman, but this woman has lit a fuse in my core.

  Lifting her head, she catches my eyes and smiles, waving her hand as if I didn’t see her first. I’m about to take a step, when my phone rings and I see it’s my agent.

  Holding up my finger, I signal her I’ll be there in a one minute. “Hey, what’s going on, Eddie?” I ask as I answer the call.

  “You busy?”

  “I’m finishing up my physical therapy, why?”

  “How much longer you got?”

  “I don’t know, a few minutes.” I let my eyes flit back over to Gillian as she flips through pages on her clipboard.

  “All right, call me back when you finish up, we need to talk.” I can hear the urgency in his voice. Eddie never has this much stress in his voice, and it makes me uneasy.

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “Just call me when you leave.” The speaker goes silent and my phone beeps, letting me know he hung up.

  Looking at the screen, I say out loud to myself quietly, “Bye to you too.”

  Tucking the phone into my pocket, I look up and smile as Gillian does the same. Walking over to her, she stands up straight and taps the clipboard.

  “I put together an easy, but effective routine for you to do at home that’s really going to help strengthen your shoulder.”

  Dropping my bag, I move to her side and press myself close. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Leaning over her shoulder, I can smell the lavender and coco butter in her hair. She even smells incredible.

  Gillian clears her throat, glancing up at me quickly, then down at her notes. She uses her pen to point out each exercise, giving me the instructions and making sure I understand how important this is.

  “You have to be dedicated, Ryon, you can’t skip a day or you won’t get better. The beauty of this routine is that it’s clear and doesn’t take too much time, so there shouldn’t be any excuses why you’d miss a day.”

  “Don’t worry, I got it.” She passes me the paper and I look it over myself. “Hey,” I say, “maybe you should give me your number in case I need extra help.”

  Gil takes a step to the side and tilts her head. She smiles softly, diverting her eyes as she bites her lip. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “I think it’s a great idea.” Dipping my head, I grab her eyes with mine. “What are you afraid of?”

  Gillian grins, pulling her clipboard against her chest. “Getting fired,” she says easily, but there’s something to her tone. Flirtatious. I can hear it. I can see it. And I can definitely feel it.

  “So if you can’t give me your number, then let’s do this. . .” Reaching forward, I watch her suck in a quick breath as my hand comes close to her chest, snagging the pen from her fingers. Scribbling on the edge of the paper she gave me, I rip off the corner and hand it to her. “Here’s my number. Now you have nothing to worry about. Call me and make sure I’m following your plan.”

  She hesitantly takes the paper and tucks it under the stack of papers on her clipboard. “I’m not going to call you. I trust you to do what’s right for you. And if you have any questions, you can ask me Monday at your next appointment.”

  Shrugging a shoulder, I pick up my bag and sling it over my back. “Or you can text me later if you get bored.” Winking, I turn and walk away.

  Gillian stands there, her mouth hanging partially open with a light smile on her lips. I give her one last look and a smile over my shoulder as I turn and head out the door.

  I love the look on her face. It’s subtle, but so fucking strong I have no trouble seeing the shiver running through her body. There’s a sense of satisfaction that swells in my gut, making me happy.

  Fuck, I love that.

  Reaching my car, I toss my bag in the back and drop into the front seat. Taking the phone from my pocket, I call Eddie back.

  He picks up immediately. “Hey, what’s going on?” I ask, eager to know what’s got him so stressed.

  “Man, I’ve got some bad news, and I’m not sure how to break it to you.”

  “Just spit it out.”

  Eddie lets out a heavy breath into the receiver. There’s a long pause, and my patience is running thin.

  “Dude, just tell me. Rip off the band-aid. Stop dragging it out.”

  “All right, so since you’re a free agent right now, and since no team has shown interest because you’re still healing from surgery, you run the risk of having to leave the country and go back to Canada. Your work visa expires in a couple of weeks, and no one I’ve talked to is willing to take a chance on an injured pitcher at this stage in your recovery.”

  “Fuck, man, why not? I’m a great pitcher. I hold three records and got MVP two years in a row. So what if I’m just coming off an injury?”

  “You know why, Ryon. There are risks. Your shoulder might not heal right, and you run serious risk of re-injuring it at the start of the season. You’re a wild card to these people, and wild cards can mean losing money, not making it.”

  “Damn it, Eddie. I don’t want to go back to the minor leagues. I’ve already proven myself, they should know that.”

  “I’m trying, I really am. I’m not giving up on you. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up, is all. If I can’t find someone to sign you, then you’ll have to head home. Unless you find yourself a bride real quick.” He laughs awkwardly, but I don’t find it funny.

  “Married? You’re not fucking serious?”

  “Calm down, it was just a dumb idea. I figured I’d throw it out there, just in case. That’s all.”

  “I don’t have time for this shit, Eddie. Just get me signed to a team.”

  He starts to reply, but I hang up the phone. I’m not giving him any options. He needs to get me signed. He needs to get this shit done. I don’t want to give up my career, I’m not ready. Shit, I only feel like I’m just starting.

  But what choice will I have if no one signs me?

  Think, Ryon, think.

  There has to be something else I can do to stay here. Going back to Canada was never in my plan. I’ve got a life here. I’ve lived in the United States for almost four years now, this is my home. And if I lose my visa, the process for getting it again makes me even less appealing for another American team to sign me.

  And then it hits me, Eddie might be on to something.

  Hopefully it works.

  I spend the rest of the weekend doing the exercises that Gil put together for me, and repeatedly checking my phone. She doesn’t call or text.

  Waking up Monday morning, I’m anxious to get to the clinic. I want to see her. The desire is so strong, causing me to tap at my steering wheel at red lights, and honk at the car in front of me that takes forever to make a right turn.

  I don’t know what’s going on with me. I’ve never been so antsy to see a girl, let alone a girl I hardly know and just met.

  I’m so anxious to see Gil again, I arrive to the clinic twenty minutes early. Sitting in the lobby, I look absentmindedly at my phone, but mostly I watch out the large plate glass windows that look out into the parking lot. I perk up every time a car pulls in, and I’m disappointed whenever someone who isn’t Gil steps out of the car. Finally. I see her, and like an
idiot I stand up and walk to the door. realizing how over-eager I must looks, I walk away to a corner of the lobby and do my best to look nonchalant, leaning against the wall.

  I watch her walk into the lobby, her smile bright and cheerful. She looks down at her watch and then up, catching my eye.

  “Hey there. Aren’t you a bit early? I usually leave myself sometime in the morning before I see my first appointment,” she asks, checking her watch again.

  “Just got here,” I lie. “I guess I got lucky this morning with the green lights.”

  “How’s that shoulder?” she asks.

  “Tight.” Rolling my shoulder forward, I grab it with my hand. “Those exercises really do a number on it.”

  “I’m glad to hear you’re following my instructions, and that’s the point.” Gil giggles as she nods her head for me to follow her. “You can’t get better by doing nothing.”

  We head toward the sauna and massage rooms, and she stops in the hall. “Why don’t you start with the sauna—”

  “I could really use a massage,” I say, cutting her off. “It feels super tight.”

  “All right, we can start there.” Opening the door to one of the rooms, she takes a step back. “You know the drill. I’ll give you a few minutes and I’ll be in shortly.”

  “I don’t know, I might need some help.” Smirking, I pretend I can’t lift my arm as I step into the room. “It’s hard to even move.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think so.” Chuckling, she shakes her head. “I’ll give you ten minutes instead of five then.” Gil closes the door quickly, but there’s a sexy little grin on her face.

  I can’t help but flirt with her. Her bright blue eyes sparkle, with small flakes of silver that glow when the light hits them just right. She’s beautiful, and when I make her giggle like that, bringing a smile to her lips, it makes me feel invincible. It gives me exactly the boost I need to do what I’m planning to do.

  I quickly undress and lay on the bed covered up with the sheet. My pulse is quickening as I wait for her to come in. It doesn’t take long to hear the gentle knock.

  “Come on in,” I say.

  “Let’s loosen you up.”

  Gil stands at my side and pours oil into the palm of her hand. She rubs the oil all over her hands and between her fingers, warming it up, and my skin screams in anticipation for her touch. Those fingers, so long and delicate, but so strong. When she finally touches me, I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding in. She starts to move her fingers over my shoulder, digging the tips into the muscle. “Wow, you really are tense.” She has no idea.

  “Yeah, well, things aren’t exactly going well lately.”

  “Why not? What’s wrong?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Well, I can tell it’s more than complicated. You wear your stress in your body too, and your muscles aren’t this tight just from the exercises I gave you. So, what’s going on?”

  “What’s going on is my life is about to get torn in two.”

  Gil’s hands stop kneading and she takes a step back. “Are you okay?”

  I can hear the concern in her voice, so I push up on my arms and turn to face her.

  “I’m fine, it’s just I found out I might not be staying much longer. There’s a good chance I’ll have to head back to Canada.”

  “Wait, what? Why?”

  “Because my work visa is expiring, and with this injury, no other team has jumped in to sign me yet.”

  “But you can’t leave yet. We just got started with your therapy. Leaving early could really hurt your healing process, and your shoulder might not get better at all. You’d never be able to play again if we don’t get this fixed now.”

  “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just stay in the country illegally. That’s not how it works.”

  “There’s got to be something you can do.” She fumbles with her bottom lip, and stares at me with wide eyes. “I’m sure there’s something. You can’t get an extension?”

  “Not if I’m not working. They’re pretty strict on the work piece of the work visa.”

  “Point taken. And there’s nothing else you can do?”

  Should I try?

  I’m a little nervous, and I know this is going to sound crazy, but what do I have to lose? Nothing.

  If I don’t do anything, I’m going to lose it all anyway.

  “Well there is one thing. . .” Pausing, I arch a brow and wait for her to ask.

  “Okay, what?”

  “If I get married. . .” My voice trails off, hoping she puts the pieces together.

  “Oh,” she says, with surprise in her voice, “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. Well if your girlfriend—”

  “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

  Gil’s brows fold in and she tilts her head. “Then that can’t work out. You don’t have anyone to marry.”

  “Well, not necessarily. . .” I say, looking up at her confused eyes.

  “I’m lost here. Who will you marry?”

  “Maybe you and I can get married?” I finally suggest.

  Immediately she laughs out loud and drops her head. “You’re funny, Ryon. Married. . .” she says, still laughing.

  “I am serious,” I say, holding the sheet in place as I swing my legs off the table. “If we get married, I can stay without any issues. No one can send me back to Canada, I’ll be able to keep up with my therapy, and not abandon the life I’ve worked to build here.”

  “Are you really serious? You want me to marry you?”

  Nodding, I stand up straight. The sheet sticks to my hips and wraps around my cock. Her eyes drop to my waist, growing as large as saucers. And I like it, I like the look on her face. She’s enticed, she’s excited, she’s in awe.

  “Obviously it would just be on paper. I know it’s asking a lot, but you’d be my savior.” I take a step closer and lick my lips. Her eyes haven’t left my dick, so I give my hips a little jerk. Gil inhales a sharp breath as she lifts her eyes to mine and realizes just how close I actually am.

  “What do you think?” I ask her as she drops her eyes to the floor and lets out the breath she’s been holding in. Reaching out my hand, I gently grip her chin and tip her head up. “Will you help me?”

  She’s quiet. Very, very quiet. Her fingers are playing with her lips, and she’s staring right at me. Except, she’s not staring at me, she’s staring through me, thinking, running my words through her head. I wish I could peak inside and know what she was thinking. Clenching my jaw, I just wait for her to speak. I’ve said enough, and I already know I’m asking too much of her. Why would she ever agree to something like this?

  It’s a crazy request, but it never hurts to ask. I want to stay in the United States so badly, and deeper down, in a place where it’s hard to admit it, I know I also want to get closer to Gil.

  “All right,” she finally says, swallowing hard. “I’ll do it. I’ll help you.”

  “Wait, you will?” I ask, my tone full of surprise.

  “Yeah, I will. I’ll marry you so you can stay. But,” she quickly interjects, “it’s only because I want to help you heal. I can’t do that if you’re not here, and I don’t want you to lose the opportunity to be part of your comeback story. I mean, when I get you back on the field, people will know my name.”

  “Thank you, thank you so much.” Releasing the sheet, I grab her hands and smile. The sheet slips off my hips, and pools around my feet, exposing my dick.

  Her gaze dips down, and her breathing increases. Gil covers her mouth and clears her throat as she throws her eyes to the ceiling.

  “Um,” she hums as she points down. “You uh, might want to. . .”

  “I know, but there’s no shame here, baby. Besides, aren’t you curious what you’re future husband is packing anyway?”

  She thins her lips and chuckles nervously. “Fake husband. Don’t get any ideas, Ryon, because you’ll be sadly let down if you think I’m going to sleep with you. I’m going
above and beyond as your physical therapist, but that’s our relationship. Patient and therapist. That’s all.”

  “We’ll see,” I say with a smirk as I grab the sheet off the floor and set it on the table. Grabbing my clothes, I pull them on, all while she stares off at everything that isn’t me naked. “All right” I say, as I check myself out in the mirror and catch her eyes in the reflection. “Let’s get today’s session going. No need for that massage. I feel better already.”

  This has to work. I need it to.

  4

  Gillian

  I can’t stop glancing to my left.

  He’s right here, I’m actually in his car, on my way to marry him. It’s surreal. I almost expect to wake up in bed and for all of this to be another dream.

  This can’t be real, it just can’t be.

  Am I actually doing this? Is this something Gillian Sannow would do?

  It doesn’t matter, because I’m here.

  The wind blows through the open windows, causing my hair to whip around my face, and knock me out of the trance I’m in.

  Ryon is bopping his head to the music playing on the stereo as he looks straight ahead, seemingly unaware of my own confusion and shock. How can he act like this is just a normal drive? He doesn’t look like he has a care in the world.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. . .

  I’m marrying Ryon Daniels.

  The highway is getting busier as we drive into the morning rush. We’re on our way to Las Vegas and I’m still wondering how I ended up in this car. It’s like my body is moving without consulting my brain. This is not me. This is definitely something I would never do normally, but I want to help him. I feel compelled to do what I agreed to for him. To heal him. To give him back his life. His talent.

  Ryon has a chance to recover and do great things in the world of baseball. I don’t want to see him lose this opportunity to regain everything he’s lost.

  His lips move, mouthing the words to the song. I’m in awe that he’s so relaxed about this. It’s like we’re just going out for lunch.