Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball)

by Lee, Roz

  “I see you’ve been hard at work, angel.” He clicked a few keys on her laptop.

  She dared to glance up in time to see her screen saver pop up.

  “Well, look what we have here,” he said.

  Mortification blazed through her system, and what had been perhaps a sweet blush now had to be a blotchy red rash. She loved that picture of him at bat. The photographer had captured his steely-eyed concentration in the split-second before his bat connected with the ball for one of his many homeruns. But what she liked best was the way the muscles in his arms and thighs stood out in the photo. An artist couldn’t have asked for more perfect lighting.

  She averted her gaze, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “I understand you were at the game yesterday,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And you didn’t see fit to tell me.”

  “I…I thought you wouldn’t want me there,” she said.

  “What I don’t want is you or anyone else meddling in my personal business.”

  She nodded, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her so she wouldn’t have to hear another word about how she disappointed him.

  “But, as my brother and sister-in-law have pointed out, I’ve had my head up my ass.”

  Something like hope blossomed in her chest. He paced away from the desk, glanced around the breakfast bar at the tiny kitchen, and stopped in front of the entertainment center.

  “You’re right. I didn’t want you there.”

  That tiny, flickering flame of hope died a sudden death.

  “But I’m glad you were. It means a lot to me that you came to support me, even if I would have told you not to had I known.”

  “I couldn’t stay away,” she admitted.

  “Why is that?”

  She bit her lip. Loving him was her own private pain, and she wouldn’t blurt it out to only to have him squash it like an unwanted bug. She closed her eyes as if closing the drapes would keep the light glowing inside from spilling out into the world for all to see.

  “Tell me, angel.” His voice—inches from her—was deep and smooth, a sensual caress that invited her to reveal her innermost secrets.

  She wouldn’t say it. His finger beneath her chin was warm and strong. He tilted her face up.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  Carrie sniffed back tears. She looked into his eyes. They were kind and inviting, like his voice.

  “Tell me,” he demanded again. “Why couldn’t you stay away?”

  Her lips trembled. The words came forth as if charmed from her. “I love you. I couldn’t stay away…because I love you.”

  He stroked her lower lip with his thumb. His eyes searched hers, then his gaze roamed over her face. She hated the tears that ran unchecked down her cheeks and her lips that quivered in tandem with her legs. Her breasts ached for his touch, and it was all she could do not to lean forward. To just brush against his solid strength would be Heaven.

  His lips quirked up on one side, and she thought she might die. He was laughing at her! Oh God, why had she said those words? Her body trembled from head to toe. If only she could move, run far and fast. She stood on the edge of a cliff, unable to plunge over and end the infinite humiliation of not being wanted.

  “There,” he said, brushing tears from her cheeks with both thumbs. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  She swallowed, but her thick tongue wouldn’t let her answer. Yes. No. I don’t know. His hands cradled her face. So warm. So strong. His lips descended toward hers. Her eyelids dropped.

  His mouth touched hers, tentative at first, like a lover unsure of his reception. She rose to her tiptoes, following when he broke away. His next kiss was more sure. Firm, like a lover who knew he’d be well received. The flicker of hope in her chest burned brighter. She moved her lips beneath his, kissing him back with all the love she had for him.

  “Open for me,” he growled, nipping at her bottom lip.

  The tiny flame became a torch when his tongue plunged past her lips, exploring, tasting, claiming. Their tongues battled. With each gasping breath, they made love to each other with lips and tongues. Her palms itched to touch him, but their only points of contact were his hands holding her still and the mating of their mouths.

  He broke the kiss. Carrie whimpered. He dropped his forehead to hers, and still cradling her face, they both fought for oxygen. She had no shame. She wanted him. Wanted to keep on kissing him forever. Wanted to touch him, taste every inch of him. Wanted to open her body to him, to take him inside her, and hold him there forever. No shame. Just longing, and need, and a love so deep, so real, her heart bled.

  “I love you, too,” he said, startling the breath out of her lungs. “I’ve been an ass. Please say you forgive me.”

  Her ears were playing tricks on her. She couldn’t rely on her senses anymore. Somehow he’d short-circuited them. Even her eyes, looking into the depth of his, told her she’d heard right, but it couldn’t be….

  “My God, Carrie, please.”

  “Say it again.” Her lips moved, but she wasn’t sure she’d actually said the words.

  “I love you. Please forgive me.”

  “You love me?”

  “Yes,” he said, a smile in his voice.

  He kissed her again. This time, his love filled her all the way to her curling toes and tingling fingertips.

  “You know,” he said, breaking this kiss, “I could command you to forgive me.”

  “No,” she shook her head. “Please, don’t. I can’t forgive you, Sir, because there isn’t anything to forgive.”

  “None of this was your fault,” he said. “If I’d told you who I was from the beginning, or if I’d told my story years ago when I should have, none of this would have happened. I’ve been an ass.” He released her and took a step back. “It’s time for me to fix things, but first, I need to know if you want to continue our personal relationship.”

  She opened her mouth to answer, but he stopped her with a hand signal.

  “Even if you say no, I want you to write my story. All the embarrassing, humiliating details I’ve kept to myself all these years. And if you say yes, I’m going to spank your ass until you can’t sit down, then I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

  Her palms itched, and her sex tingled. Blood rushed to the region in anticipation of the spanking and fucking. “You want me?”

  “Forever,” he said with conviction. “In my life, in my bed, at my games. I want you on your knees, at my mercy. I want to push that lovely body of yours to your limits, and beyond.”

  Forever. The word echoed in her heart. “Can I see you naked?”

  “Hell, yes,” he said. “No more blindfolds.” He paused, thinking. “Well, maybe on occasion, but I promise you’ll see me naked more than you’ll see me clothed.” He sealed the vow with a devilish smile and a wink.

  “Forever might not be long enough,” she said.

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  A weight lifted off his shoulder, and for the first time since before his heart betrayed him when he was child, his world was completely right. “Remember what I said I would do if you said yes?”

  “You promised to spank me until I couldn’t sit down then fuck me senseless, Sir.”

  “Yes, I did. I was wrong to blame you for this mess, and I’ve already punished you for your part in writing the article in the first place, so this spanking is for going behind my back to talk to Megan. The two of you conspired against me, and I won’t stand for that kind of behavior. Do you understand why I’m punishing you?”

  “Yes, Sir. I should have come to you as soon as she confided in me. Instead, I conspired with her against your wishes.”

  “And, you didn’t tell me you quit your job,” he said.

  “I planned to the day the article came out. I was so glad you wanted to see me. I was going to ask you if we could break the rule about keeping our regular lives out of our relationshi
p. I wanted to tell you what was happening in my life, but then you told me what was happening in yours. Well, then I couldn’t tell you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I didn’t want you to hate me.”

  “I’m so sorry, angel. I should have been there for you, but I was so wrapped up in my own misery that day, I didn’t notice how much you needed me. I really fucked this up, didn’t I?”

  “No, Sir. It was all my fault. If I’d taken a few more minutes and thought before I sent the article…I’m sure I wouldn’t have sent it the way it was.”

  “You were rushed,” he said.

  “I wanted to get back to you. I hated being away from you,” she said. “That whole trip was a disaster, from start to finish.”

  “I remember. I felt so helpless. You needed me, and I didn’t know where you were or what you were doing. You know, I was going to tell you who I was that last night, but when you told me you were going out of town, I changed my mind. I wanted to be close to you afterwards, in case you needed to talk.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. Then all hell broke loose and my career was in the toilet, and I cut you lose. I didn’t want to drag you down with me.”

  “You love me that much?”

  “I do. I convinced myself you would be happier if you never knew who you’d been with those last few months. I thought it would be better that way.”

  She shook her head. “No. I don’t care what you do for a living, Sir. I never did. I only wanted to be with you.”

  “Well, now that you know, I promise not to keep anything from you again.”

  “Thank you.” She dipped her head. “If it pleases you, I’m ready for my punishment now, Sir.”

  Ah, she submitted so beautifully. He couldn’t wait to give her all he’d promised. “Take your clothes off. Stack them on the sofa then brace yourself against the desk with your ass in the air.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She removed and folded her clothes while he opened drawers on her desk, sifting through them until he found what he wanted. The crack of the old wooden ruler on his palm was a satisfying sound against the quiet backdrop of her living room.

  She placed the neat stack on the corner of the sofa. Jason moved her old-fashioned ladder-back chair, indicating with a wave of the ruler she should take its place. Bracing her palms against the front edge, she arched her back and dipped her head.

  “Spread wider,” he said, tapping her inner thighs from behind with the ruler.

  She shuffled her feet apart, baring her pussy to him.

  “Better. Lift your chin. Eyes straight ahead,” he said.

  She lifted her gaze to the dusty mini-blinds covering the window, and he yanked on the cord dangling to her right. The blinds flew up, inviting anyone who might come by to see her punishment.

  “It’s not quite the open doorway, but it will do. Do you like the idea that someone might see you, angel?”

  Cool wood stroked her ass cheeks.

  “One of the gardeners I saw when I arrived could decide today is the perfect day to take care of the little patch of weeds outside your window.” He pressed the ruler between her legs, applying pressure from her clit to her anus. “He’d be, what, three feet away? No more. He’d see your tits.” He tapped her breasts with the ruler and she gasped. “He’d see your hard nipples and your ass in the air.”

  He fisted one hand in her hair, holding her head so she couldn’t look away. “He’d see the look on your face when the ruler lands on your ass.”

  Thwack!

  She gasped at the stinging blow. This wasn’t a gentle, playful, arousing spanking. This was punishment. He landed three more blows in quick succession. Releasing her hair, he smoothed his hand over her ass.

  “Keep your face up. You know he’s watching. Let him see how much you like being punished.”

  His fingers dipped lower to toy with her gaping slit. “Christ, you’re wet all ready.” He flicked her clit, and she bent her knees in an effort to press herself closer to his touch. He admonished her with a not too gentle slap to her pussy. “Hold still.”

  Four more punishing blows landed on her ass, followed by a tender massage, but he no longer roamed between her legs to ease the ache growing there. He repeated the process for a total of twenty licks. He was right, she wouldn’t sit easily for days, but at that moment, all she could think about was his other promise—to fuck her senseless. She didn’t care if the entire choir from the First Baptist Church was watching, she needed him inside her, needed him to fulfill his promise.

  “Please,” she begged.

  He felt her up, using his fingers to prepare her, pumping in and out of her channel with hard thrusts. “A promise is a promise, angel.” He continued to work her while he unzipped his jeans. He left her long enough to protect them both, then he was there, driving into her with deep, forceful thrusts that had her gripping the edge of the desk with white knuckles.

  His hands spread her ass cheeks wide. She couldn’t think past the glorious wonder of having him inside her. She set aside her own pleasure, reveling in giving herself to him. He took her hard, and when he pressed both thumbs in her ass, the warmth of complete possession melted her bones. She toppled forward, pressing her cheek against the cold plastic of her laptop while his cock supported her lower half.

  “Mine.” He pounded into her limp body. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

  She fisted her hands on either side of her head and closed her eyes, focusing every molecule of her being on her center, where the man she loved possessed her completely. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced; this giving of herself to a man who in turn gave her everything he was.

  Thrust after hard thrust, she took and gave until her body was like a clock-spring wound too tight. “Master,” she pleaded.

  “Yes. Come for me, angel. Milk my cock.”

  He’d died and gone to Heaven and his angel had taken him there. Her sweet pussy clenched around him, drenching him in honey. His orgasm felt like she’d reached inside him and pulled his heart out through his dick. He screwed his eyes shut and pumped furiously, the ecstasy almost too much to bear. Fucking amazing. He’d never get enough of her, and he’d never get his heart back from this woman. She’d stolen the wounded organ right out of his chest, and though each time he drove into her he thought he could touch it, he knew he’d never get it back.

  He didn’t want it back. It had been damaged goods from the beginning. Flawed. But in her care, it was new, whole again. Her love was better than any surgeon’s repair. Her love had done what medical science could never hope to do—burrow deep and rejuvenate a busted heart.

  * * *

  They moved to the sofa where he held her across his lap. His quiet strength created an invisible shield that made her feel safe. They’d shared quiet times before, but never had the silence between them been this easy. He held her like he didn’t want to let her go, and she couldn’t stand to think about being apart from him.

  “I love you,” she whispered, worried if she spoke the words too loudly she would break the spell.

  “I love you, too.” His sensual lips brushed the shell of her ear. “I have a game.”

  “Can I come watch?”

  “I’d like that, but you have something else to do tonight.”

  “I do?”

  “You do. You have to pack about a week’s worth of clothes and anything you can’t live without for a few days then you’re going to drive over to my house and put it all away. I want to play tonight knowing you’re at home waiting for me.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Nothing could spoil his good mood, not even the reporters waiting for him when he arrived at the stadium. Having made the decision to tell his story and put an end to the rumors and speculation, a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The hype would come to an end soon, and even though it would be replaced with another media frenzy, at least this one had the potential to help people. Megan and J
eff were right. He should have told his story long ago instead of holding on to the painful memories like they belonged only to him, and no one else could understand or sympathize. He waved off the reporters with an impatient hand, promising to answer their questions at a later time.

  “Hey,” Jeff said with a nod as Jason approached their side-by-side lockers.

  “Hey, yourself.” Jason sat next to his brother. He returned greetings from the other players nearby then turned to his brother. “You win. I’m going to do it.”

  “That’s great,” Jeff said. “It’s about fuckin’ time, if you ask me.”

  “For the record, nobody asked you. The two of you stuck your noses in my business. And just because you were right this time doesn’t mean you should make a habit of it.”

  “Point taken.” Jeff pulled a practice jersey over his head. “Megan likes Carrie.”

  “That’s good because she’s going to be around for a long time.” Soon, she would be at his house. “Damn! I forgot the alarm.” He dug his cell phone out of his pocket. “Is Megan coming to the game?”

  “No. Why?”

  “I need her to disarm the alarm at my house. I gave Carrie a key, but I forgot all about the alarm.”

  “Just call her, dude.”

  “Can’t.” He punched the speed-dial for his sister-in-law. “I don’t know her phone number. Besides, Megan can show her around, help her get settled in.”

  “She’s moving in?”

  “I sure as hell hope so…. Hey, Megan, sweetheart. I need you to do me a favor.”

  * * *

  Carrie shifted her laptop case on her shoulder and reached down to get her suitcase from the trunk.