by S A Clayton
“You know, you’re so beautiful right now…” I tease as she grants me the biggest smile full of fries and I swear the tightness in my chest stops me in my tracks. I’m falling in love with her. Right here in this moment, this girl is everything to me and I would give up everything and anything to make sure her life is as it’s supposed to be.
Once all the food is eaten and we’re sitting in the truck listening to music, I open my door and head around the front of the truck and open the passenger side, holding out my hand.
“What are you doing?” Harper asks, looking around like I’ve lost my mind.
Maybe I have, but sitting in the truck, feeling her next to me but unable to hold her the way I want isn’t how I wanted to end the night.
“Well since I couldn’t take you dancing, I thought I could bring dancing to you.” When she puts her hand in mine, everything slows down and I pull her to my chest and start to sway.
“You are incredible,” she murmurs against my chest. “This is perfect, you’re perfect.” I shake my head, pulling her even closer. When my lips touch the top of her head, she sighs, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” I repeat, probably for the thousandth time since we left the side of the road. “I should have realized what that place would mean for you…” She pulls away from my chest and places her fingers on my lips.
“Stop. Josh, being with you will always be a constant reminder for me of what I lost.”
I narrow my eyes, feeling a sinking pit start to grow in my stomach. “But, being with you also allows me to heal that part of me. Being with you has taught me that what happened to me, what happened to my family, isn’t the end of something but the building block to something so much better.”
I can’t take it anymore and I press my lips to hers because not touching her isn’t an option.
11
Harper
The second his lips touch mine, the air around us changes. That warm feeling that washed over me when I realized why he was leading me out of the truck, the utter bliss I felt when he pulled me closed and started to sway turned carnal the second we connected. Josh wastes no time, spinning me around and pinning me to the passenger side door. His lips take mine in a fervent kiss that takes my breath away. The feel of his lips on mine is incredible and when his tongue demands entrance, I concede, loving the growl that rumbles in his chest.
“Sunshine…” he mumbles as he kisses down the column of my neck, biting my earlobe before gently sucking it until my knees weaken. “I need to get you home before I go insane.”
I slide my fingers into his hair, gripping harder as the night fades away. The panic attack, the embarrassment and the shame all disappear with every pass of his lips and all I want is him closer, his lips taking mine harder and the feel of him against me.
I kiss him with everything I have and am rewarded with his hands traveling into my hair, pulling me flush against his chest. This feels fucking amazing.
“Seriously, Harper, if we don’t leave now, we’ll be arrested for indecent exposure.”
I grin wickedly, letting my hand travel down his stomach and finally resting on the bulge in his pants. The moment my small hand cups his hardness, he lowers his head to my shoulder and moans against my neck.
“Let’s go then,” I whisper into his ear. “Because I’m two seconds away from taking you in my mouth right here.”
He stiffens, my fingers squeezing ever so lightly. I have never been once to initiate public indecency but with Josh, it’s coming very naturally, something that is very new to me.
“Jesus, woman,” he moans, taking my hand away from his cock and pressing his lips to my palm. I shiver as the smile grows on his face.
“Let’s go,” I repeat, turning around and opening the door, making sure to rub my ass against his arousal.
When he growls one more time, I climb into the truck as he adjusts himself and shuts my door. As Josh gets into the truck, I get a wild idea, one I’ve never had the desire to do before.
The second he starts the truck, turning on the heat, I lift my shirt, exposing my stomach more and more with each passing second. His labored breathing lets me know just how much he’s paying attention and when my thumb hooks into the waistband of my pants and I start to pull, Josh mutters a curse.
“Harper…” he warns as I look over and see the desire in his gaze.
“What?” I ask innocently, my hands roaming my stomach as my thumb continues to expose more and more of me.
“You know what,” he demands, his voice strained. “You keep doing that and I’ll have to scrap taking you home and take you right here, right now,” he threatens as I continue, moaning as my fingers dip below my waistline, disappearing beneath the fabric and lightly touching my sensitive skin. The desire to know what it would be like to see Josh out of control makes me bolder.
“Promise?” I moan, my hands continuing their trail downward as his eyes flick over me from top to bottom. He tenses as my hand reaches for his thigh, the fabric stretching around his arousal. All I want to do right now is rip it away and taste him again.
“Harper, seriously, you’re driving me crazy. I can’t do what I want to you in this truck. I need to get you home,” he mutters as his eyes never leave my hand as it travels closer and closer to his cock. The second my fingers wrap around him through his jeans, he closes his eyes and moans.
“If you want to take me home so badly, why haven’t you?” I ask, squeezing a little bit harder.
“I would, sweetheart, but your hand on my cock is very distracting.”
I wink at him but continue my torture.
“That’s the plan, now sit back and enjoy.” I unbuckle my seat belt and shift slightly so I have a better angle. Before I can ask, he moves his seat back as far as it’ll go, and as I look up and he gives me that fucking smirk that drives me crazy, it sends arousal straight to my core. I undo his belt, making sure the zipper doesn’t cause any permanent damage—that would be a mood killer and a damn shame.
“Fuck, Harper. You never stop surprising me,” he murmurs to himself as I release his hardened cock from his boxers and fuck… it’s glorious.
My mouth starts to salivate as my hand lightly strokes his shaft. He gets harder and harder with each pass of my fingers and before I think twice, I lean over and wrap my lips around his cock.
“Shit, just like that, Sunshine…”
I suck him deeper, feeling my gag reflex start to kick in, but I ignore it, wanting to feel him as deep as he can go. I swallow just as his cock hits the back of my throat and the guttural moan he expels sends me into a frenzy. I suck harder, fingers twisting around his shaft faster and faster as he grabs on to the back of my head, pushing me to go faster and harder against him. He feels amazing in my mouth, his salty taste makes me want more, so I go even faster, hearing Josh’s breathing become uneven.
“Jesus…” he groans. “Fuck this, I can’t take it,” he mutters as he pulls my hair, lifting my mouth from his cock as we both gasp for breath.
“What are you doing?” I ask, his cock still fisted in the palm of my hand.
“Something I should have done the second I picked you up.” He grabs my arms, pulling me over the center console as I straddle his lap. His hardness brushes against the fabric of my pants, but it’s not enough as I whimper, wanting more, needing more. Before I have the chance to take them off, Josh’s fingers grasp the seam and pulls, ripping them open and giving me the friction I’m desperate to feel.
“That’s it, Harper,” he mutters as I begin to ride him, letting the tip of his cock stroke my clit as it sends jolts of arousal through my body.
I press my forehead to his as he grabs a condom from his front pocket and effortlessly slides it on. I shiver as he places that glorious cock at my entrance as our gazes meet.
“Do it,” he whispers against my lips as he kisses me so softly I almost don’t feel it. “Let me feel that tight little pussy I’ve been missing wrap around my
cock. God knows I’ve been rubbing it raw thinking about you.”
I whimper, sinking down slowly, basking in the idea of him thinking about me as much as I obsess about him. I gasp at the fullness of him, and it takes me a second to remember just how glorious his cock feels inside me.
“Josh…” I moan, his lips sealing to mine as he kisses me with so much passion, almost as if he hasn’t seen me in a year, not a few weeks.
It’s almost violent the way his lips attack mine, but the second his tongue touches mine, something snaps inside me, and I start to ride him like a mechanical bull. My arms wrap around his neck, getting some leverage as I bounce on his cock. I start to feel that familiar sensation creep through my body as if it’s on fire.
“Please…” I have no idea what I’m begging for, I just know I need him to do something.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I know what you need.”
Of course, he does.
That man is attuned to my body more than I am, and when I lean back against the steering wheel he mutters, “Hold on,” as he positions me exactly where he wants me. Before I have a chance to ask what he’s doing, his hips surge up, causing my body to quake in pleasure.
“Just like that!” I whimper, his groan echoing in the cab of the truck as his hands travel up my body and pull up the hem of my shirt, exposing my breasts. He takes one of my nipples between his fingers and pinches, sending me into overdrive for the second time tonight.
“Come on my hard cock, Harper. I need to feel you squeezing me.”
He leans forward, taking my nipple in his mouth once more and sucking, sending me over the edge as I scream. My whole body is shaking as his hips pick up speed as my fingers find their way into his hair, pulling his lips back to mine as the most intense orgasm ever rips through me.
Josh groans as he fucks me hard one, two, three more times before his whole body stills. His cock surges into me as everything goes blissfully quiet. All there is, is the sound of our labored breathing. I reluctantly open my eyes as Josh looks down with a huge smile on his face.
“Well, that was unexpected,” he mutters, tugging me forward and placing a soft kiss to my lips, slowly traveling down my neck and stopping between my breasts.
“You could say that,” I tease, lifting his head from my chest. I go to get off him when his arms hold me tight.
“No. Stay,” he murmurs and I chuckle softly because I love the feel of him inside me like this.
“Sorry to break it to you, but I doubt you can drive with me on your lap. Not to mention all the traffic laws you’d be breaking.”
He groans, reluctantly releasing me.
“It would be worth it,” he says quietly as neither of us move.
We stay like that for a while. His cock slowly softens inside me and for the first time I take in our surroundings with a clear head.
I sit back and take his face in my hands, seeing the very familiar sated look on his face as I puff my chest out in pride. I put that look on his face. Me. I’m falling hard for him, quicker than I thought possible and even with these warm fuzzy feelings in my chest, I know all of this could change in a blink of an eye.
“Even so,” I murmur, breaking the silence. “Let’s go back to your place and order some dessert from the café down the street. I’m suddenly hungry after all that work.” I wink, getting off his lap and feeling empty as he tucks his cock back into his pants. I adjust my shirt, covering my breasts and laughing as I try and cover my panties with the gaping hole Josh made by ripping my pants in half.
“Sorry, not sorry,” he mutters, smirking as he twists around and rummages through some stuff in his back seat. “Here,” he says, placing a pair of gray basketball shorts in my hands and motioning for me to put them on. I give him a grateful smile as he kisses me one last time before I sit back down in my seat, placing my hand in his and knowing that if we keep this up, we’re gonna get in some serious trouble.
12
Josh
“You know if I was getting pussy every day like Anderson, I wouldn’t be paying attention to the game either,” T.J. calls from down the hall as we make our way back into the locker room.
Today has been shit.
If I’m honest, the last week has been shit since I’ve been playing average baseball, which for me means I’m sucking and to make matters worse I haven’t seen Harper at all. She’s been working mornings and I’ve been playing night games, and as much as I would love to have her in my arms at all times, I know she needs her sleep and I refuse to encroach on that. Even when all I want to do is crawl through her window and just hold her while she sleeps.
I’ve thought about giving her a key to my place. Will has told me it’s too fast, we’ve only known each other a few months and if I’m honest, that’s the reason she doesn’t have one yet. Yes, I’m falling hard and fast for this girl but I’m also cautious. Cautious about the fact that my occupation is a huge red flag for her, cautious about the fact that my lifestyle doesn’t really allow for serious relationships to thrive and I’m particularly cautious about what dating me will mean for someone like Harper. A woman who has lived her life in the spotlight for something she can’t control and being with me just means more attention and more spotlight.
“Are you done?” Will mutters, walking past T.J. and me before taking off his jersey and throwing it into the laundry bin.
“You have Will fighting your battles for you now, Josh? I didn’t know you became such a pussy.”
I shake my head, ignoring every word he says, knowing he’s looking for an opening and when he finds it, he will use it to exploit me at every chance.
“Nope, I just didn’t want to answer you and obviously he did.”
The matter-of-fact tone sets him off, his eyes widening and his shoulders back, clearly prepared for a fight I know will end with him on the ground, ego bruised.
“Sit your asses down and listen!” Coach calls as he walks into the locker room and slams the door behind him. I knew this was coming but I’m relieved to know that tonight it won’t be centered on me. We collectively didn’t play to our potential and hence the beatdown we’re about to get.
“Lopez, sit down before I tie you to that chair.”
Andrew shrugs and sits down, knowing that arguing with Coach when he’s like this will just cause more problems for everyone. Sitting up and shutting up is the best option until he walks into his office and slams the door.
“What happened out there tonight was not the play of a championship team. You guys were distracted, clumsy, and outright horrible at the plate. What I wanted from you was to give me one hundred percent of yourself when you step on that field and what I saw tonight wasn’t even fifty percent. I need more from every one of you. I need Anderson to hit the ball farther than first base and I need Wesley to throw strikes and stop throwing sinkers that don’t hit the dirt first and Lopez’s mitt second.”
Everyone is silent. You could hear a pin drop as Coach continues for the next ten minutes calling out every player that spent any time on the field, telling them what they need to improve and as humiliating as it can be, at least it’s fair. He’s done this for years, something I hated when I first started on this team, but something I’ve used as kindling for the flames that clearly need some fanning.
Once the speech is over, he tells all of us to get our shit and get home and rest since we have an afternoon game the next day. I look at my phone and see a text from Harper telling me good night. She sent it an hour ago, and this just reiterates that I’ve made the right decision staying away from her this week. The fact that she went to bed an hour ago and I still have to take a shower, get dressed and get something to eat before heading home, means that I wouldn’t be home for at least another few hours. And from experience, I know exactly what Harper is like with limited sleep, something I never want to be responsible for again, unless both of us have the next day off and the reason for the lack of sleep is being inside her over and over again.
I’m walk
ing out to my truck, Will beside me when I hear hurried footsteps behind me and when I turn, I take a deep breath and start counting to ten because dealing with T.J. takes every ounce of my patience.
“What do you want, Miller?” I mutter, getting my keys out of my pocket and unlocking my truck as I place my bags into the back seat.
“Why the attitude, man? I just wanted to come over and thank you.”
I crease my brow, giving Will a look, and when he shrugs, I turn. “Thank me?”
He nods, stopping in front of us and catching his breath.
“Yeah, with you sucking so much, it will only be a matter of time before Coach benches you and lets me have a go at showing what a real pro looks like.” The entitled smirk on his fucking face makes me want to ram my fist right through his skull, but before I have the chance, Will is in front of me.
“What is your fucking problem, you entitled little shit? Just because you got called up at twenty, just because you were some kind of prodigy in the minors doesn’t mean you can cut it in the big leagues. You should watch your mouth since you’re the only one on the team that’s expendable.”
“You’re seriously going to say that about someone who helped their team lose tonight? You’re kidding, right?”
I shake my head. Not understanding how this kid can be coveted by management when his head isn’t anywhere near mature enough to be a part of a team like ours.
“Miller,” I start, his eyes narrowing as they land on mine. “What you’re missing here is that we lost as a team. A team. Not one person played better or worse than anyone else and that’s how it always should be. We lift each other up and support each other when we have games like this. You better learn that lesson fast or you won’t last a day on this team.”
“Since you all lost as a team, and your excuse seems to be a good fuckin’, does that mean you’re sharing your whore around to the whole team? ‘Cause from what I hear, she’s got a great ass and a fantastic pair of tits.”