Not So Casual [Part 2]

by Kelly Harper

  He leaned forward and nipped playfully at her ear and neck. If he was trying to cheer her up, it worked. An excited rush went through her.

  “And what might that be?” she asked, coyly.

  “Getting fucked in the backseat of your dream car.”

  She pulled back and caught his eye, giving him a dramatic, flat stare.

  “Gross,” she announced. “These are classics! I’m not going to let you defile them by getting our bodily fluids everywhere.”

  For the briefest of moments, Collin looked ashamed. Then he gave her another confident grin.

  “You’re just fucking with me again, aren’t you? We both know you want this…”

  “Ew!” she scowled. “I would never joke around about a classic car. I can’t believe you would even think that!”

  She held the hard look for a moment before throwing in a playful wink. He was catching on, she had to give him that.

  He grinned, understanding.

  “I must have been out of my mind.”

  “Yes, you must have been,” she agreed. “Let’s go… I’m done here.”

  She was thankful that Collin chose to lead her out rather than offering another witty retort, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she really would have fucked him in the backseat of that Chevelle if he pushed it.

  Chapter Six

  Bre followed Collin out of the garage and through the lobby. They continued their way down the corridor and it wasn’t long before they came upon another series of long windows that overlooked what appeared to be an indoor recreation center. It was similar to a gym, but not quite the same. Much higher end. It struck Bre as the kind of place a professional athlete might go to train.

  The place was huge. There was simply no other way to describe it. There were batting cages, a half-sized basketball court, a hardwood volleyball court, a tennis court, two bowling lanes, and not one, but two racquetball courts. All of it enclosed in a gigantic space. There was virtually no limit to how far this mansion really stretched. She wondered if Logan also offered helicopter tours of the place—if not, he should.

  “Wow,” Bre said, unable to contain how impressed she was. “This is where you wanted to bring me? You know you don’t have to show off for me, right? You’re already going to get laid.”

  Collin didn’t seem nearly as impressed by the place as she was. He flashed her a confident smile and headed straight for the batting cages.

  “When I’m visiting the mansion I spend most of my time in here,” he said, matter-of-factly.

  Bre watched in amusement as he chose one of the wooden bats from a rack sitting outside the cage. Collin gave it a couple practice swings before grabbing a helmet and slipping it on. She had to admit that his swing looked pretty natural. Not that she’d have any idea what a good swing was supposed to look like. He just looked… fluid and seamless. Maybe he really did spend all his time at the batting cages and it wasn’t just a ploy to show off for her. Not that showing off would have been the worst thing… at least, it would have provided more ammo for her to give him shit about.

  “So you’re some big shot with the bat?” she asked.

  He twirled it in one hand. His entire posture oozed confidence when he looked up at her.

  “I’ve been known to knock some balls around from time to time.”

  She let out a laugh.

  “Letting go of how homoerotic that sounded, you care to make it interesting?”

  “I didn’t take you for the gambling type.”

  Bre shrugged and gave him a playful look.

  “What can I say? I like to make things exciting.”

  “Now that doesn’t surprise me,” Collin laughed. “But do you really think you can hit the ball farther than me?”

  “I sure as hell hope not. Unless you hit like a girl.”

  Collin let the bat fall off his shoulder. The stern look on his face caught her off guard.

  “You shouldn’t say things like that. It’s sexist.”

  Was he being serious right now?

  “You’re not a girl, you can’t get offended by that.”

  He shook his head, still looking annoyed.

  “That’s not the point, and you don’t get to tell me how I can or can’t feel.” Wow, he really was serious. “And it has nothing to do with you calling me a girl.”

  “No? Then please enlighten me: what does it have to do with?”

  “Women place so much pressure on men. You want us to be the biggest and the strongest, the fastest and the smartest. You want us to never let you down while also always having the right answer. You want us to open up, be sensitive and understanding, but only when you’re in the mood for that sort of thing. Otherwise it comes across as weakness and it’s a huge turnoff.”

  Bre’s eyes bulged. Was she really hearing this?

  “Christ, I forgot how liberal and sensitive New Yorkers are… Fine. I’m sorry that I said it. I take it back. You don’t always have to be the biggest and strongest around me.”

  Bre was so utterly beside herself that she almost didn’t notice when the smile broke across Collin’s face. Soon he was laughing uncontrollably. He even clutched his stomach at one point.

  “I’m just fucking with you,” he said, dramatically. He belted out a few more laughs at her expense. “Man, I got you good.”

  Bre shook her head. It was impossible not to smile along with him. He’d definitely given her a dose of her own medicine—she couldn’t deny that.

  “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up while you can,” she said. “I hope you know you’ve just declared war. I’m not going to hold back anymore.”

  “Is that what you’ve been doing? Holding back?”

  “Just you wait and see…”

  Collin finally recovered himself. He swiveled the bat around in his hand one more time, probably showing off.

  “So if you aren’t going to try to hit the ball farther than me, what’s this wager all about?”

  “Five pitches. You hit all of them, and you win.”

  Collin barked out a laugh.

  “Are you sure about that? You don’t even know if I’m any good. This could be the easiest money I’ve ever made.”

  Bre rolled her eyes.

  “You Wall Street boys are always trying to throw your dicks around. Who ever said anything about money?”

  Collin cocked an eyebrow.

  “What did you have in mind, then?”

  “Oh, I can think of a few things that are much more interesting than money…”

  Bre licked her lips, slowly, before nibbling her bottom lip. Judging by how much Collin’s eyes bulged out of his head, he got the message loud and clear.

  “So if I win, I get…”

  “Whatever you want.”

  “And if you win?”

  Bre bit her lip again as she slowly looked him up and down.

  “I’ll let you know when I win.”

  Collin flourished the bat one more time before turning towards the cage.

  “You might as well start getting naked now… This is going to be the easiest bet I’ve ever won.”

  He was confident. That was good. But Bre wasn’t worried. She had a few tricks of her own up her sleeve.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Chapter Seven

  “You’d better be putting it on the highest setting,” Bre teased as Collin adjusted the dial on the outside of the cage. “I won’t be impressed if it’s slow-pitching you.”

  “Slow pitching?” Collin repeated, giving her a surprised look. “Did you play some ball in school?”

  Bre grinned and shrugged, innocently.

  “You’re not very good at sticking to these rules of yours…”

  She was surprised when he actually winced.

  “I keep doing that…”

  “It was your rule—if you want to call the rules off, I’m totally fine with it.”

  “No. It’s important.”

  She shook her head, not understanding.

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bsp; “Why is it such a big deal? You didn’t mind when I was telling you about my dad…”

  He shot her a frustrated look.

  “Can we just drop it and go back to having fun? I don’t know if you noticed, but we’re pretty good at it.”

  Oh, she’d definitely noticed. She couldn’t deny that they were good at having fun. Very good.

  “Maybe I should come set the pitch speed for you just to make sure you’re not cheating.”

  Bre walked over to the control unit for the automated pitching and pressed the button for the fastest setting. She didn’t know what a ninety mile per hour pitch looked like, but she was about to find out. Not that she had any intention of being an innocent bystander while he tried to show her up.

  Collin stepped up to the plate and took a few practice swings to loosen up. He had his legs wide in an open stance and the muscles in his forearm twitched as he gripped the bat. The pitching machine whirred as it spooled up.

  “Remember, you’ve got to hit all five pitches,” Bre said. “No cheating.”

  “I just hope you live up to your end of the bargain: anything I want. I can get pretty creative…”

  Bre bit her lip and for a moment considered actually letting him win. But there was no way that was going to happen. It’s not like he wasn’t going to enjoy whatever she made him do when she won, anyway.

  “I’ll live up to my end, don’t you worry,” she said, giving him a suggestive leer. “I’ll even give you one free pitch to start. Just to make sure you don’t have anything to blame it on afterward.”

  “A free pitch?”

  “Just one.”

  Bre didn’t have to wait long to get the result. A second later there was a deep thrum from the pitching machine as it launched a ball toward the plate. The thing was a blur. It moved so fast that Bre wouldn’t have even noticed it if she hadn’t been ready and watching.

  Collin didn’t miss it though.

  He stepped into the pitch and swung the bat around before Bre even realized the ball was flying through the air. There was a loud crack as the bat made contact. Collin sent the ball soaring up and over the pitching machine. If they had been on an actual baseball field, Bre had no doubt it would have been a home run, but the black netting at the back of the cage quickly slowed the ball until it rolled to the ground.

  Collin winked at her as he setup for the next pitch.

  “You sure you want to go through with this?” he teased.

  “Don’t get cocky just yet, Wall Street. That was the free one, you’ve still got five to go.”

  Bre had just enough time to move a bit farther down the perimeter of the cage before another ball was launched. She stood in a place that left no doubt that Collin could see everything she was doing.

  Again, he didn’t hesitate.

  Collin was uncoiling before the ball was even coming at him. Another loud crack sounded as he sent the ball flying to the exact same place as the last.

  “That’s one,” he said.

  Christ, he was sexy when he was standing in that batter’s box. The way his hips swiveled as he swung the bat, the confident way he stepped into it, and just how casual he made it look to hit a ball moving almost faster than her eyes could even see. A rush went through her, settling between her legs and she didn’t fight off the urge to touch herself while admiring him.

  Crack.

  “That’s two.”

  Collin glanced at her and did an instant double-take. Bre steadied herself against the chain-link fence with one hand while the other rubbed her breast through her shirt. As soon as his eyes were on her she let her hand fall and disappear beneath the top of her white shorts. Another jolt of excitement surged through her body when her fingers instantly found her clit. She swirled a single, tiny circle as another ball was launched.

  Crack.

  The loud noise of the bat hitting the ball reverberated through her. It sent a flood of wetness rushing between her legs.

  “That’s three. What are you doing over there?”

  The only response she could give him was a whimper. His eyes on her spurred her on. God he was so hot. And obviously talented. Not just the things he could do with his body, but that mouth… She leaned all of her weight into the fence and rubbed herself even more vigorously.

  The machine thumped and sent another ball rocketing toward Collin. His swing was a fraction of a second later than usual and his aim was off, but he still made contact. The ball went bouncing back to the pitching machine.

  “That’s four!” He glanced at her, his eyes widening. “Damn you.”

  God, his attention felt incredible. She always loved having a bit of an audience, but it felt especially nice when that audience was the hot and hunky Collin Hayes. Having the cage between them made it even hotter.

  Collin tried to settle back into his stance, but he was obviously distracted. The funny thing was, she didn’t even care about the bet anymore. She was so close to finishing that nothing else in the world really mattered.

  The pitching machine whirred to life for a final time. Her orgasm was so close. Her knuckles whitened in the chain-link fence as she squeezed. There was another thump and the ball rocketed towards Collin.

  His focus was on her. He was going to miss and she was going to win the bet!

  At the last possible moment, he seemed to notice the ball from the corner of his eye. He showed off just how powerful he was as his entire body uncoiled and twisted the bat around just in the nick of time.

  The crack that came from the bat was piercing—far louder than the other swings—but the ball didn’t go flying into the air. Instead, it bounced off to the side before getting caught in the netting around the cage.

  Collin wasn’t paying attention to the ball. He stared at her with obvious hunger in his eyes. She was the only thing he was thinking about. Not the bet. Not the bat or the ball. Just her. And, God, was it incredibly hot.

  It wasn’t until Collin threw the bat into the corner of the cage that she realized the last swing had split the bat right up the middle along its entire length.

  “I still hit it,” Collin said, making his way out of the cage. “I win.”

  He may have won the bet, but Bre was pretty sure she was about to become the real winner.

  Chapter Eight

  Collin stalked toward her with a fierce look in his eye. It was so hot it almost put Bre over the top right then and there. He didn’t stop until his body pressed against hers. His hands wrapped around the back of her head as he pulled her into a passionate embrace. Bre let herself melt into him, giving up all pretenses of trying to get herself off.

  Collin’s fingers tangled in the back of her hair as he pulled her tight to his body. He cranked her head to the side, giving him access to her neck. The kisses he ran along her flesh teased her mind with everything that was still to come. The feel of his lips against her set her skin on fire. She felt alive in ways that she never had before. She would let this man do absolutely anything he wanted to her.

  She was an easy slut for Collin Hayes.

  His natural musk was so much stronger than it had been before. The exertion of the batting cage—and dealing with her distractions—had been enough for him to break the tiniest sweat. His natural aroma drove her wild. Bre felt a renewed flood of excitement plunge through her depths as she breathed him in.

  She couldn’t take it anymore. His bulge was pressing into her side and every breath she took intoxicated her. She needed to tastes him. She needed him in her mouth.

  And besides… he had won the bet. It was time for him to get pampered.

  Bre pushed Collin back against the chain-link fence. There was only a momentary surprise in his eyes before she attacked him. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and ripped it upwards. She wasn’t tall enough to get it over his head, but he was quick to help. The light sheen of sweat on his body made his bulky frame glisten in the bright, overhead lights. He looked fucking delicious, and he was all hers.

  She started b
y pressing kisses into his chest before slowly working her way down the large curves of his pecs. She stopped at one nipple and sucked on it, hoping it would harden and come out to play. Guys didn’t get the same pleasure out of this as women, but she enjoyed doing it all the same. She kissed her way over to the other nipple and sucked it lightly as her hands ran down his sides.

  Collin’s six-pack wasn’t completely visible, but he definitely had the muscles for it. Just beneath the soft curves that she was sure had built up over his years of long hours on Wall Street were the tight muscles of a man who must have been a very skilled athlete in his youth. She rubbed her fingers along the hard ridges and kissed her way lower. She didn’t stop until she came to the top of his shorts.

  Collin was quick to try and help her undo them, but she swatted his hands away.

  “You won the bet,” she explained.

  “Doesn’t that mean I get whatever I want?”

  “It means I’m going to pamper you however I see fit.”

  “What if I want something else?”

  She grinned up at him.

  “Trust me, your satisfaction is guaranteed.”

  He gave her a coy smirk.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  She cocked an eyebrow.

  “Oh? Don’t think I’ll be able to satisfy you?”

  “It’s not that… We’ll see how long I let you do what you want before I take control.”

  Bre bit her lips as her insides tightened. She liked the sound of that. But she wasn’t going to let it distract her from what she’d been wanting to do since he hit that first ball.

  She quickly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them to the ground. His cock sprang to life in front of her. She didn’t care how many times she’d already had her way with this thing, she still wanted more. So much more.

  “Touch yourself.”

  Collin issued the command confidently. She held her lips in front of his cock and licked them, slowly. It excited her when he imposed himself like that.

  “Didn’t I just tell you that I was in control?” she said.