by Croft, Rose
Finally, they broke apart, but not before Andrew stared deeply into her eyes with fuck emojis dilating his pupils, caressing her face forgetting that two people were watching them. They were about to go at it again. “Hello? We’re standing right here.”
He finally broke eye contact with her, grinned at me, and unlocked the doors. I opened the door for Rose to climb in the back and got a front row view to her heart-shaped ass. How could she have such generous assets on a small body? She was truly a little miracle.
When we stopped at the restaurant, we were seated at a table. “Rose, do you remember this place? We used to come here all the time in college,” Loren said.
“I know. I’m surprised it’s still open.” Rose glanced around familiarizing herself with the place.
“You lived here?”
“I went to college here. Loren and I were roommates. You didn’t know that?”
“No.” I never questioned how Rose and Loren became friends. “I thought you met in Dallas.”
“I am from Dallas, but I didn’t meet Loren until I realized we were going to room together my freshman year. We lived together all four years.”
Oh, this was interesting. “I’m trying to picture you and Loren out on the prowl, partying.”
“No.” She ducked her head and gave a shy smile. “It wasn’t like that at all. Well, Loren was a partier. I wasn’t really.”
Andrew and I both glanced at Loren wide-eyed. She blushed. “That is so not true, Rose.”
“I’m just kidding.”
We ordered. Everyone had adult beverages, except me. Bummer.
“Did you major in education?” I inched my chair closer to hers wanting to get as close as socially acceptable. Nah, I actually wanted to pull her into my lap and do other things…
“Yeah, with a minor in English. I did an internship at a local high school my senior year of college and knew that I loved teaching. I was even offered a job when I graduated.”
“You worked here, too?” I asked curious.
She paused as if contemplating what to say. Her face darkened. “I accepted the position, but something came up, and I had to turn it down. I moved back to Dallas. And, later found a teaching position up there. The same place I teach at now.” She took a sip of her margarita, changing the subject. “Did you go to college?”
“Yes.”
“You did? Did you graduate?” Why was she shocked? I didn’t say anything inappropriate, did I? Pretty sure I didn’t. Wait. Can she read my thoughts? I could hear my brother laugh.
“Yes. Why is that surprising?”
“I don’t know. I thought maybe you began your professional career after high school. Some people do that, right?”
“Some do, but it is very difficult. I actually did have offers from teams coming out of high school, but it’s a very deceptive deal. They offer you a sum of money that some kids might think is a lot. When you average it out, it’s not. Then, it’s not a guarantee you’ll pan out. I mean, nothing really is. However, I also had four-year scholarship offers from colleges. I weighed my options and decided I should have a plan in case baseball didn’t work out. So, I went to a college in Louisiana, Tulane, and graduated with a degree in finance. I got drafted, too.”
“Wow, John, that’s impressive.” She nudged me with her elbow, but her perky tit rubbed against my forearm. And, my cock was about to dance its way out of the basket. “And here I thought you were a dumb jock.” I vaguely heard her say.
I grabbed her ponytail and yanked it lightly. “I told you I was smart. Do you not remember my analysis of book characters?” I slid my hand to the back of her neck and rubbed her gently. I could not stop touching her.
“Okay, maybe just a little smart.” She winked and wrapped her full, glossy lips around her straw. Did I even need to say where my train of thought was going? So obvious.
I leaned in where we were nearly nose-to-nose; my hand was still holding the back of her neck. “Would you like me to give you a quiz on economics or statistics and see how smart you are, teacher?” I warned, but I just wanted to be closer to her.
“Not really.” She stared at my mouth and touched my upper lip lightly with her index finger. “Your lip looks good. I barely see a scar.”
My lips would look better on hers. “Rose, I want to kiss you so bad right now that I can barely control myself.”
“Then what’s holding you back?” Her finger traced my jaw as she stood up and walked towards the back of the restaurant.
I glanced at my brother who was preoccupied with Loren. I got up, too, debating whether or not to follow her. Was that an invitation? I think it was. My mind was so confused when it came to her. I strode to the back, too.
She was standing in a darkened corner by the restrooms. The restaurant was half empty because it was late. I stalked up to her slowly, actually nervous because I wanted to impress her.
As I stood in front of her, I laid my hands on her cheeks. I leaned down and gently touched my lips to hers. I was fighting myself trying not to scare the shit out of her with my pent up lust. She ran her hands up my chest and moved her mouth with mine.
My chest involuntarily flexed under her touch. Again, I tasted her lip-gloss on my mouth, and I wanted to taste her. My tongue pushed through as I deepened the kiss, and I heard a soft moan. I moaned, a manly moan, and kissed her more urgently as I backed her into the wall.
I was lost in her. I needed more and almost forgot we were in a public place, until I saw a glow out of the corner of my eye from someone entering the bathroom. I reluctantly pulled back and gazed down at her running my thumb over her bottom lip.
My breathing was labored. Hers was too. “I want to do that again, Rose, but somewhere private.”
“Me too,” she admitted softly. She kept running her hands over my chest. She was staring at my body as if she wanted to rip my shirt off, or at least I hoped. Shit, I was so hard right now.
“Fuck it.” I went for her mouth again. She had no problem with the mouth-to-mouth replay. This time I kissed more insistent, aggressive because I couldn’t get enough of her. She reached her hands around my neck holding me to her as she explored my mouth.
My hands slid from her face, down her neck. I paused. I needed to touch her. I slowly skimmed my palms over her collarbone, lower, until I felt the slope of her chest. She actually pushed into me as we continued kissing.
I lowered my hands further, feeling the hardness of her nipples through her shirt and bra. She breathed a sexy sound into my mouth, pulling me tighter. Jesus, her tits felt wonderful. I wanted to spread my hands around them and delve in with my face.
Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open as someone laughed passing by. We quickly broke apart.
“Um, I bet our food is ready,” Rose said in an unsteady voice looking around embarrassed.
“Yeah.” I rubbed the back of my neck in frustration. Would I ever get a chance to be alone with her? “Why don’t you go ahead?” I needed a moment to collect myself, obviously.
She went back to the table. I stood there for several minutes trying to stifle my erection, contemplating how in the hell I could get time alone with her. It was late, and I knew I had to make it back to the hotel on time.
But, I almost thought about breaking curfew and asking to go to her hotel room. Then, I shook my head. Dumbass. If I did that, then I was probably going to be suspended and fined by the team. However, the way I was feeling right now, I would almost take that chance.
I walked back to the table. I must have had a serious look on my face as I kept thinking about Rose because Andrew asked me if I was okay. This time he seemed genuine about it.
I nodded, and ate my grilled chicken and steamed vegetables. I was slightly envious of everyone else eating Tex-Mex food and drinking margaritas, but I tried to stay on a strict regimen during the season. Tried being the operative word. Sometimes, I gave into my cravings. I glanced at Rose, and she was picking at her food. She had only taken a few bites.
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nbsp; “You’re not hungry?” I asked.
“Not really.”
“Why?”
“I guess I’m…I don’t know.” She blushed and looked down at her food.
I thought I knew what she was saying. She was just as bothered as me. I smiled. “Hey, you know my weird schedule right?”
She nodded.
“Can we hang out in the morning? Maybe have breakfast or something and then run some errands? I don’t have to be at the stadium until one.” When I reported to the stadium, I was there all day doing prep work, and I wouldn’t be able to see her until after the game, around 11pm.
“Just us?”
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” I asked worried she may not want to be alone with me.
“No, but how will we get around?”
“I’ll get a ride and come pick you up.” They were staying at another hotel because our hotel was booked.
Later, when Andrew pulled up to my hotel. I turned to Rose. “I’ll pick you up around nine, okay?”
“Okay.”
I leaned in planning to give her a chaste kiss, but my lips had a mind of their own once I touched her. And, we went at it again hot and heavy.
Then I heard, “Okay you two, get a room. Oh wait, you can’t, because you’ll get in trouble if you do. It’s like you’re a teenager again, huh?”
I guess payback was a bitch since I had interrupted Andrew with Loren a few times in the past. “Thanks for reminding me, Andrew,” I said annoyed, and kissed her one last time.
When I got to my room, my roommate for away games, was already asleep in the other bed. I was not tired at all. And, I was the ultimate in horny. Shit! Of all days, I just wished I had some fucking privacy today.
I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was hot and steamy, I stripped off my clothes and stepped in. I started thinking about my lips on her luscious mouth and feeling her full, wonderful tits. I was such a dog in heat for her that I was flagpole stiff. I began stroking. Then, I had the fantasy of her naked and her mouth on my dick, sucking me into oblivion. It didn’t take much for me to finish the job.
I ended my shower, toweled off, and tried to go to sleep. But, I was still wired, and all I could think about was how I couldn’t wait for tomorrow, actually, later this morning. I needed to get some sleep, or I was going to be dead tomorrow.
I saw her standing outside in front of the hotel waiting. She had her hair down and fell in waves down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a pink dress, and on other people it would’ve looked innocent. However, I was about to tell her to put some more clothes on because it revealed too much cleavage. I was probably being irrational. I knew I was.
I pushed my possessiveness aside as she approached. I jumped out and opened the door for her. My mouth still had a will of its own. “Are we hitting the clubs, Rose?”
“What? This is a casual cotton dress,” she said it like I should know that and leaned up and kissed me on the cheek.
I was surprised and elated about that show of spontaneity. I followed her into the back seat of the car and closed the door. “Well, good morning to you, too.” I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth and lingered for several moments. Forgetting a stranger was in the front seat waiting.
Lifting my head, finally, I told the driver the name of the place.
“Where are we going?” Rose touched her bottom lip with her index finger.
That’s right, baby, keep thinking about that kiss. There’s more to come. “I asked the concierge for suggestions on where I could find the best breakfast tacos.”
“I guess you’re still craving tacos since you couldn’t splurge last night?” She knew I usually indulged on heavier meals earlier in the day.
“Yeah. We’re in Texas, and I can’t resist breakfast tacos. I actually miss them. Is that okay with you?”
“Of course, I love them, too.”
The place was a small, hip joint with a funky interior not far from the downtown area. There was a semi-long line of people waiting to order. The menu was on a giant board on the wall where you could look at it as you waited. Rose was facing the wall with her back to me studying the options. They had anything and everything from standard breakfast tacos to more exotic choices.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned my head into her ear. “What do you want?”
“I’m not sure. There are a lot of choices. I’m more of a traditional girl. I’m not into the taco fusion thing.” She relaxed against me as I felt her hands on mine. That was encouraging. “What about you?”
“I guess I’m more traditional, too. I don’t like to eat weird shit that’s for sure, and I don’t need a tricked up taco.”
She laughed. “Are you mild or spicy?”
“Oh, baby, I’m very spicy,” I whispered and nibbled on her ear.
“Stop. I mean do you like your food spicy or mild?” She asked as we moved forward in line. I was still holding onto her.
“Are you kidding? I love spicy food—the hotter, the better. What about you Miss Caliente?”
“You mean picante. Caliente is temperature hot.”
“Well, your picante is making me caliente,” I teased.
She giggled. “You’re a goofball.” And elbowed me. “I like spicy food, too.”
When it was our turn, we ordered, and they took our name. As we were making our way around to find a place to sit, I heard a man say, “Rose? Rose Donahue?”
Rose whipped her head around, and stared at the guy in shock. “Alex?” She adjusted her glasses and then a huge smile crossed her face.
Who the hell was he? She walked over and stepped into his wide arms. I was starting to get pissed.
They finally separated a fraction after the longest fucking hug in history, she asked him, “Do you work here?”
“I’m the owner, Rose.” What was up with the intense stare Alex was giving her? Did he think he was Benecio del Toro or something?
“That’s great Alex. I’m so happy for you. Your family always made the best food, so it’s only fair that other people should get to experience it too. And, this place is busy. You must be successful.”
“Thanks, we do all right.” He shrugged and tilted his chin at me. “Hey, man, I know you. You’re a hell of a baseball player.” He extended his hand. “Alex Ramirez, I’m an old family friend of Rose.”
I begrudgingly shook his hand wondering what “family friend” meant and said my name curtly.
He glanced down at Rose and his eyes crinkled as he playfully chucked her on the shoulder. WTF was that? “I gotta get back in the kitchen, but I’ll come out later to visit.”
As soon as he walked off, my eyes narrowed. “How close were you two?”
Rose rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed with me. “We were definitely not close the way you are thinking, John. Family friend means family friend. I was very close to his family.” He better not be a family friend fuck.
They called my name, and I went to pick up the order. I convinced myself to calm the fuck down and not ruin the precious little time we had together. Was I always going to be like this when any man approached her? I’d never really experienced this feeling before.
When I returned to our table, much calmer, I noticed Rose had grabbed some hot sauce, pico de gallo, and fresh sliced jalapeno peppers from the condiment area. “Okay, tough skin, let’s see if you really like spicy food.”
“Oh, are you challenging me?” I set down the tray, rubbing my hands together in anticipation.
“Yep. This is supposedly their hottest salsa, and they have fresh jalapenos, not the pickled kind.” She put a little of everything on her taco. And, liberally sprinkled the jalapenos on.
Damn, this was going to be very spicy, but I couldn’t back down, now. I did the same.
Before I brought the taco to my mouth, she stopped me. “Wait, the first person to take a drink of water loses.”
“What happens to the loser?”
“I don’t know
yet. I’m still thinking.”
“They have to take off their clothes?” I suggested.
“Is that your standard answer for every challenge? And, you say that like you’re going to beat me. This is not baseball or video games.”
“If I lost, I would be good with taking off my clothes for you.” That really didn’t seem like much of a deterrent to me.
She shook her head but was smiling confidently and that should’ve clued me in. “Okay. Let’s start, and we’ll figure that out later.”
We both took the first bite. The taco was freakin’ awesome, and the salsa was spicy but bearable. The jalapenos tasted great at first, but then a slow burn developed on your tongue that quickly spread into a full-on fire.
After another bite, I felt like my tongue was swollen and throbbing from the heat. I glanced at Rose, and she appeared as though the heat didn’t affect her at all. I forced another bite and felt my forehead break out in a sweat. I paused and grabbed a napkin to wipe it off.
“Baby, are you okay?” She asked in a deep country-like voice mimicking my use of the word baby.
“Yes.” I was trying to mask that I was dying. “The heat doesn’t bother you?”
“No.” She gave me a condescending look like I was an amateur and took another bite.
I kept stalling to give my mouth a chance to cool down. Rose was practically finished with her first taco. I tried to talk myself into another bite and eventually manned up and took a small one. My eyes started watering as I chewed. I dropped the taco, and grabbed my water, guzzling it.
She started laughing and taunting me like we were playing PS4. “Yes. I beat you! You can’t handle the heat, son.” She was taunting my ass throwing back the words I’d used when we played video games. “You’re not ready for prime time, John.” She dropped an imaginary mic and spread her arms wide was waiting for applause.
“That’s cold-blooded. I’m suffering over here.” This girl was straight up evil. But, she was my kind of evil. “What the hell, Rose? Do you not have any nerves in your mouth?”
She laughed harder. When she calmed down, she had the eyes of an angel. “I’ve always loved jalapenos. I don’t know why they don’t affect me like that. I guess I’m used to them.”