The Mascot: A Fan & Player Baseball Romance

by Ana Shay

  Ignoring her, I went back down to bite her neck. “Mhm, why not? We’ve done it before.” I reminded her with a tongue swipe across her collar bone. “We’ve played in your office. Now it’s time to play in mine.” Little bites across her skin had her almost forgetting. Her legs loosened their grip, and the rest of her body relaxed as she gave in to me.

  “What if they come in.” She asked half-heartedly while moving her neck to give me better access.

  Chuckling into her, “The guys will be out there celebrating for a while with the fans. We have enough time before we’re disturbed.” Her hands gripped my shoulders, enjoying the way my tongue and lips worked her neck. “I may have also blocked their entry,”

  “What?” She asked, pulling away to force me to look at her. When I gave her a grin in return, she smacked me on the shoulder, “You’re so bad, Tate.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. She wasn’t stopping me. That was a good sign.

  “You’re the one who told me that you wanted me after a sweaty game.” Her eyes tracked down to my sweaty, dirty uniform. I may have played rougher today, just to make sure I got enough sand on it for her. She let out a little flustered mewl while she bit her lip and looked up at me bashfully. “What better game than the one that secured us a playoff spot?”

  My hands danced across her hips, down to the hem of her skirt, just above her knees. Her breath caught when I scrunched the fabric, pushing it above her waist. I wasted no time because we didn’t have much. My fingers skated to her core, flicking across her lacy panties, and tickling her gently. She closed her eyes when I dipped my finger underneath and started softly stroking her smooth flesh, feeling just how aroused she was by this.

  “Mhmm,” She moaned out in approval while I moved my fingers across her pussy and slid my middle finger into her warm, slick heat.

  “You feel so good,” I lowered my head, nipping at her neck and letting her body balk against mine. She wanted more friction, and I wanted to give that to her. Cali threw her head back in pleasure when I lightly grazed my thumb across her clit. Her head banged against my locker loudly. I hoped it left a mark so I could look at it day in, day out, and be reminded of her.

  “Wait.” Her groan filled the room, and I released the warm skin of her neck from my mouth. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.” Cali’s fingers clasped my shoulders, pushing me away. “If upstairs was your fantasy, then down here is mine.” The disappointment from our disconnection was short-lived. I grinned because today was one of those days when she wanted to take control. I wasn’t about to deny her. I never did.

  “What’s your fantasy, Cali?” I asked, a wicked smile tainting my face. She smiled back; her eyes focused on me as she slid down my locker. She didn’t stop until she was on her knees, directly in front of my crotch.

  Her eyes were locked with mine as she unbuckled my belt, shoving the bulky material down just enough to get my cock out. I purposely took off my jockstrap between innings, playing a dangerous game when I went to bat. Looking down at my girlfriend on her knees drooling at my cock made it all worth it. Her hand wrapped around it as she placed the smallest of kisses on the tip.

  I groaned, rolling my head back in pleasure. I was already losing my mind, and she’d barely touched me. When I’d gained enough composure to look back down at her, she was licking her lips, enjoying the taste of my precum. I couldn’t deal with the relentless teasing. Partly because I knew we didn’t have much time, and partly because I knew just how good her mouth felt.

  I shifted my hips in her direction, urging her on and hoping she would take the hint. I lost all sense when she took the tip into her mouth, letting her tongue skate across the skin there. Her lips curved into a smile as she watched the torture she was ensuing on me. I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder. I was already feeling faint due to how horny I was. But that move alone with that devilish glint in her eye had my dick straining for her to lavish it with more attention.

  Cali traced her lips around the head. Tickling her tongue all the way down the shaft to my balls, palming them when she got there. She knew how much that move drove me wild and was torturing me on purpose. I watched as she stretched her mouth over my length, letting her tongue tease my cock as she moved her head up and down. Pathetically, I already knew I was close. Cali on her knees, next to my locker, combined with adrenaline from winning, was already proving too much for me. A few more strokes, and that would be it.

  She popped my dick out of her mouth, pumping languidly while she gently sucked at the tip. When Cali did that, I knew I was in for the long haul, but we didn’t have time for such a lavish display on my cock. There was no time for indulgence because the guys could come back here any minute.

  I needed to be inside her before that happened.

  “Cali,” I gritted, unhappy that I had to pull her mouth away from me. Clutching at her waist, I pulled her up, pushing her back against my locker. “I want you.” I grounded out, lifting her already ruffled skirt up and out of the way. She yelped when I grasped at the edges of her panties, ripping them off and stuffing them in my back pocket.

  I gave her no time to take in what I had done because in one full motion, I wrapped her legs around me and thrust into her. She cried out in pleasure while I felt her heat grip around me. This is exactly where I belong. With hands on either side of the locker and her legs wrapped around my hips. The pleasure unfurled between us as I thrust into her faster.

  With every thrust, I knew we were closer to getting caught. We didn’t have much time, and I wanted her to come before this ended. Snaking a hand between us, I played with her clit, rubbing quick circles while I continued to push into her. Cali’s breath was hitching; her body was getting more rigid with every move. All signs she was about to come.

  I grinned as I nipped at her neck, enjoying the fact that Cali loved this so much. It was her fantasy, after all. I toyed with her nub faster, and she started to clench around me. We were both on the edge. Just as she starting to moan out her orgasm, the pleasure washed over me. Her pussy clenched while my hips jerked into her.

  As I opened my eyes, I took in ragged breaths, trying to calm down. I swear this girl’s a better dopamine hit than a world series win.

  Her breath was fast while she clung to me. Evidence of what we just did, dripped between us, and the air was thick with the smell of sex. Her eyes were closed, and a peaceful expression played across her face as she came down from her high. When her breathing slowed, I kissed her on the lips. A quiet moment after a hasty session between us. “That was amazing,” I whispered. “I’m not going to be able to come in here without a hard on anymore.”

  A light laugh escaped her lips. She was still a little delirious in her post-orgasmic haze.

  “What’s going on?!” A loud voice shouted from outside, banging the doors and jolting both of us. I was going soft inside her at this point.

  “Shit. They’re coming.” I said, pulling out and unclasping her legs from around me. When she was safely on the floor, I pushed her skirt down. It was a crinkled mess, a clear sign we’d been up to something, but at least she was decent. I pulled my pants up quickly.

  She fiddled with her messed up blonde bun nervously. “They can’t see me like this. It will be obvious we’ve just had sex.” Her crumpled skirt and less than modest unbuttoned shirt would most certainly give it away.

  Sounds of wood breaking meant we didn’t have much time. The minute that bat gave way, my teammates were in here whether I liked it or not. “You need to hide,” I whispered, looking around the room to find her the best spot.

  Footsteps echoed down the hall, getting closer, so I had to take matters into my own hands. I opened my locker, pointing inside. I ignored the surprised look on her face because we didn’t have time and shuffled her inside. It looked uncomfortable in there. What with her bent knees and lowered head. I had no choice, though, and she’d be fine for the next few minutes.

  I shut the door just as the guys started walking in, laughing
, and pushing through. “What’s up with the door?” Max asked, walking to his locker, and throwing his mitt inside. “Why was it barricaded?”

  My brows furrowed in mock confusion, and I walked over to where he came from, pretending to investigate. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I came in through the back of the field to get a drink ten minutes ago. I wasn’t here for whatever happened.” I should have stopped talking after the first sentence, but I was still a little hazy after my orgasm and worried they would find my folded-up girlfriend in the locker.

  Max shrugged it off, seemingly too blissfully happy with our win to care too much about my jittery explanation. The rest of the team bounded in, singing at the top of their lungs. Too busy celebrating to acknowledge me, they pushed past and headed out the door. When I looked over to Max curiously, he answered, “We’re going downstairs for the Champagne shower celebration.” He explained. How could I forget that celebration? I’ll need to go down there once I get Cali out of her cramped metal prison.

  He threw a black shirt at my face; I caught it, opening it up, and smiled. It was the post-season shirt Cali helped design. I loved it. “You coming?” he asked while everyone else stumbled past us, excited to celebrate.

  I balled the shirt up in my hands, “Yeah, I’ll be there in just a second. I’ve got to see Cali first.”

  Max grinned, “Don’t take too long. I want to give you the champagne shower you deserve.” He followed behind the team's furor, and I casually leaned against my locker, waiting for the rest of them to pass. There was no noise from Cali in the locker, the holes in the locker were the only thing that made me sure she hadn’t run out of oxygen in there. Hopefully, my socks weren’t gassing her from the inside.

  It took five minutes for the room to clear out, and I could finally open the door to my beautiful but slightly flustered girlfriend. “Finally.” She griped, clutching the sides, and clambering out as fast as she could, “What is this?!” She shrieked, shoving a little black velvet box in my face, her eyes filled with worry and confusion.

  I smirked, looking at her outstretched hand. Placing my palm over the box, I took it. “Did you go through my bag to find that?” I asked with amusement. This wasn’t what I had planned or how it was supposed to go, but things were never straightforward with Cali.

  “What else did you expect me to do while I was in there?!” Her arms were flailing everywhere. She started pacing back and forth in front of me; her whole body was in a panic while she thought of the ramifications of this little black box, “We’ve talked about this before, and I’m not ready for marriage. I’m only 23. I can’t have babies just yet. What are they going to learn from me? We’ve not even been together that long. Are you sure you want Catfish obsessed children?” I let her babble on for a few more seconds.

  She was flustered and panicking; it was kind of cute. I held her hand, stopping her in her tracks. Silently, she stared at me, waiting for my response. All I did was put the box back in her hand. “Just open it,” I said with an encouraging smile.

  Cali slowly dipped her head down to look at the box in question. She watched it cautiously like it was going to bite her. Before she opened it, she swiftly closed her eyes. The silver glinted across her face, but she didn’t see it because she still had her eyes squeezed shut. “Open your eyes, Cali,” I said gently.

  She took a deep breath in, then slowly opened one eye. When she saw what it was, her other eye sprung open, and she looked at me with surprise. “It’s a key to my apartment,” I explained as the light reflected between us.

  “Your apartment?” Her head tilted in confusion. “Is this a joke?”

  I shook my head, “No. We’ve been together for a few months now, I thought since you’re over there most nights and it’s closer to the stadium that you might want a key.” What I really want to say is I know you’re it for me. Move in with me and make me the happiest guy in the world. But that would scare her away, so I keep it brief and logical. “It also means I’d be able to see you more during the off-season,”

  She rocked on her feet from side to side, plucking the key from the box and studying it. “You want me to live with you?” The confusion in her voice was sweet.

  “It can mean that if you want it to. Or it could just be a key so you can crash there when you’ve had a late night at work.” She pursed her lips. “You could even use it to surprise me naked in bed if you were that so inclined.” I winked, trying to ease any tension she might have from the offer. Commitment seemed to be something Little Miss Collins was afraid of.

  She showed me the key, “You really want me to have this?” The hope in her voice made my chest constrict. There’s nothing I want more than to share everything I have with you.

  “I wouldn’t have emptied half of my closet for you if I didn’t.” There was a soft twinkle in her eye when she smiled at me, surprised. “What do you say? Do you want the key?”

  Chewing her lip, she studied it one more time, leaving me sweating while she thought through the offer. “Yeah, I want the key.”

  I dropped a kiss on her lips, sealing the deal. “Good.” I made her squeal when I lightly slapped her ass. “Now let’s go celebrate this win… and you accepting my key.”

  As we walked out of the locker room, I held her hand, feeling lighter and happier than I’ve ever been in my life because not only have I just secured a place for the team in the playoffs, but I had the girl I’ve always wanted by my side. She wasn’t just accepting a key to my apartment, but the rightful place in my heart too. “Can we install the catfish knocker on your door?” She asked playfully.

  I kissed her palm, “Of course.” Whether she was ready to hear it or not, I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life making her happy.

  THE END

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  Swipe Me - Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Parking up outside my house, I ran a hand through my short, dark hair. The lights are on and everyone is home tonight, the whole team is probably over drinking, still celebrating our performance this past year. It’s been years since Covey U has made it to a bowl game and we did it, thrusting me and the rest of the team straight in the sights of draft scouts and giving me the opportunity of a lifetime.

  Even though I managed 19 sacks this season, I am in no mood to celebrate. The mere thought of alcohol touching my lips makes me feel physically sick because it's a constant reminder of my sister and how incapable I am of helping her. Partying in a completely different state while your family is struggling is harder than you'd think. I dropped my head to the steering wheel, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths like that yoga teacher Coach hired tells us to do when we're stressed.

  It's no use though. My brain keeps going back to the last time I saw my sister. Her big doe eyes looking larger with mascara stains running down her cheeks, begging my mother to see things from her perspective. My mom can barely look at her anymore, too pissed off with the way she is handling her grief. I can't imagine the kind of tension in that house while I'm not there. Why can't my life be simple like Aiden's? Why can't I just let those memories go and get drunk guilt free? I know why. It's because my sister's drinking problem cost me my family. Now, I’m the only one who can save them.

  “Damn it!” I yelled, banging my hand against the steering wheel in frustration. Pain ricochets through my arm and I mentally chastise myse
lf while rubbing the injury. I can't hurt myself. If I do, there's no chance of making any money for my family and sorting our lives out.

  Four more months.

  That’s all it is. Four more months until the NFL draft. Since I’m a junior, I’m eligible and I’ve already informed Coach that I’m putting myself forward for it. He thinks I’m good enough to get drafted this year, if not, at least I’ll have another shot next year. Either way, once I'm drafted onto a team with a rookie contract, I'll have enough money to move my mom and sister to whichever state I end up in and we can start fresh. My sister will have a new life, away from all her grief and all those idiot bad influences.

  Cheers echo down the street from inside the house. I sighed thinking about the smile I've got to plaster on my face tonight. If Aiden's parents didn't own this place, and the rent wasn't so cheap, I would never have considered staying in a house with a bunch of my teammates. Now that it's offseason, it's party central most weekends and I'm just not that guy. I need to stay focused because this could be my one shot at getting into the NFL and helping my family. Playing another year of college ball means risking another injury, a serious possibility since I’m a defensive end. I can't blow it.

  I walked to the front door with my pearly white teeth on display. The team thinks I've been out studying or something. None of them have any clue what's going on back home and that's the way I plan on keeping it. I don't want to be pitied. I’ve come too far for that.

  As I opened the door, the team cheer my entrance. There are at least 20 players sprawled out throughout the open plan kitchen and living room. Some on the sectional, other's lounging on the kitchen counter and there are a few playing pool. Even though it's a tight squeeze, this is a regular weekend for us. "Hey guys," I say to no one in particular, hoping I can sneak into my room without anyone noticing.