Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1)

by Ward,Alice

  I watched in amazement as her tongue flicked against the blonde’s clit then down her slit, her finger sliding inside the blonde’s pussy. The blonde moaned and squirmed beneath her, and my cock went on full alert. I suddenly felt awkward standing there in a room full of men, sporting a hard on as my teenage fantasy came to life in front of my eyes.

  “Calm down, hot shot,” Ace said, slapping me on the arm. “Here.” He shoved a rolled up fifty-dollar bill towards me.

  “What’s this?” I asked.

  “Well, it’s not to tip ‘em,” Ace laughed. “They’re paid for.”

  He motioned towards the dresser where two long white lines of powder were set out. I had never done drugs in my life, not even pot. I couldn’t believe that Ace was willing to risk his career in baseball for cocaine.

  “No, thanks,” I refused as politely as I could without passing judgment through my voice. But, I was judging. Look at everything he stood to lose with that shit up his nose.

  The brunette was on her knees now, her pussy spread open below her perfect tight little ass. I watched as she plunged her fingers inside the blonde, biting at her small breasts.

  “You sure?” Ace asked. He was seriously trying to convince me to indulge.

  “No, that’s all you, man,” I said, still watching the girls from the corner of my eye. Ace gripped the rolled up bill and held it to his nose. I turned and watched as he snorted up both lines in one smooth motion.

  Not his first party, obviously.

  “You wanna play with the girls? I’ll send these bozo’s packing,” he offered.

  It was tempting, almost too tempting as the brunette winked while her tongue flicked over the hard pink nipple beneath her. “No, I better get back downstairs.”

  “Your loss,” Ace said and dove onto the bed with the girls.

  I didn’t look back. The image of Ace in between the women would only ruin what could be used in my spank bank for months, possibly years to come. I pushed open the doors, pulled them closed behind me and let out a long exhale.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  e

  Calvin

  I was grateful that the hallway had cleared out as I leaned against the large white doors behind me. My cock was still flooded with blood, rock hard and unwilling to go down without some immediate action. My eyes closed and I used my go-tos as I prayed my cock was not so angry at me for denying him the experience of two beautiful women that he wouldn’t go down. Please, please go down!

  A long deep breath later, I felt some relief in the tightness of my jeans. I figured once I made it downstairs and back to Whitney’s irritated glares, it would shrivel back down fairly quickly. I opened my eyes and started down the long hall towards the stairs when Caroline rounded the corner, almost running into me.

  “Oh, there you are,” she cooed. Her hand was on my chest as she spoke. Her beautiful red painted lips were so full, so shiny that they looked wet. Blood rushed back between my legs, and my eager cock jumped at the second chance for action.

  Down boy!

  “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The words fell like honey from her full lips.

  I felt my throat closing and cleared it quickly. “Me, why is that?”

  “I’ve wanted to talk to you.” She pouted and pushed her lip out, batting her long thick eyelashes.

  Fuck me!

  A set of glass doors were to the left of where we stood and a balcony just beyond that. I looked because I was trying not to look at her, not directly at least. I needed to avoid eye contact if I wanted my erection to ever go down. Unfortunately, what I was using as a diversion only created more problems.

  “Yes, let’s go talk out here, where it’s private,” she said.

  She tugged on my arm as I stuttered to say I needed to get back downstairs. She didn’t hear me, or she didn’t care, because I was soon standing on the small balcony, alone with Caroline Black, my cock’s worst enemy at the moment.

  She smiled, all innocence, as she placed her hand on my arm. Oh God, please don’t! I gripped her hand before she could pull her little cock tease move by stroking my arm. “I really need to get back downstairs,” I apologized.

  I started to walk away, but my eyes locked onto Rhett and Whitney sitting on the large couch downstairs. His hand was on her knee — high on her knee — and she was smiling at whatever charm he was spilling onto her. Todd Morris was on her other side, his arm draped around her shoulders.

  I stood there frozen, which gave Caroline time to make another move. “Oh my,” she said and stepped closer, pressing her hand against the front of my jeans. Her perfume enveloped me as her hand glided against the denim, creating a friction that I could barely handle.

  Stop this now.

  I gripped her hand. “I have to go,” I said quickly and tried to get past her to the door. I glanced back down at Whitney, who was now laughing up at Morris, their faces only inches apart.

  “Now, I know you don’t really want to go,” she said as she glanced down at my jeans, a sexy smirk curling one side of her mouth.

  Yeah, sure I’m hard, but I just watched two women fucking. What do you expect, lady?

  She sank to her knees, her hands working furiously at my zipper. It was like she was desperate to see me, be with me.

  Was she fucking nuts? And why in the hell wasn’t I running from this place?

  “There’s something about you, Calvin, something that makes me lose control,” she breathed, then looked up at me with her big blue eyes and those luscious red lips. That was the image that haunted me, the one I couldn’t get rid of when I made love to Whitney.

  I knew it.

  My cock knew it.

  “I’m flattered, but I really have to go,” I said, pushing her hands away from my jeans. I turned, zipping myself back up and glanced over the balcony at Whitney.

  Our eyes met.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  I pushed past Caroline, no longer caring if she was willing to move and rushed down the stairs.

  Whitney

  Rhett’s charm had begun to wear thin as I wondered where in the hell Calvin had taken off to. His hand was on my knee, squeezing gently as he worked to inch it up just a bit higher. He was smooth, I’d give him that.

  “So, I can’t wait to have you come to my home and give it some inspiration,” he said.

  Yeah, I bet you can’t, I thought to myself but smiled graciously.

  His dark eyes seemed to penetrate me as he spoke, and in some ways, it was almost like a violation. If I wasn’t so irritated at the moment, I probably would have felt that same giddy feeling I had at the ballpark when he kept me company.

  Todd Morris, on the other hand, was temptation on two legs, and all his attention was focused on me. His amber eyes reminded me of a lion stalking his prey, and I knew I needed to be cautious or he would eat me up. The thought made me squirm.

  “You want to get out of here?” Todd asked me, leaning close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “It’s pretty crazy.”

  I laughed and looked up into those mesmerizing eyes. It was crazy here, and I did want to leave. Where the hell was Calvin?

  The women in the pool were already undressing, some just their tops, others their bottoms too. As a woman, I was embarrassed by my own gender as I witnessed such a display of vulgarity. Holly was drunk. Well, at least pretty damn buzzed when she weaved over to us.

  “Have you seen Ace?” she asked, and I shook my head.

  Wherever Ace was, that’s where we would find Calvin. “When you find him, tell Calvin I’m ready to go,” I said through gritted teeth, feeling like a bitch.

  “You just need another drink,” she argued. Before I could stop her or even attempt to argue, she had already made her way to the bar where she had another drink made for me. The first one was still on the table next to me, I had no use for another one. “Thanks,” I said with false graciousness. “Can you please find Calvin?”

  Wet, naked women were now making their way in
to the house. They squealed and giggled as they all ran up the long spiral staircase. “This is just not my scene,” I told the men on either side of me.

  “Mine either,” Rhett said, but I wasn’t certain that was true. I must admit he was a gentleman, never letting his eye wander to the endless amounts of young flesh that surrounded us. He kept his eyes on me while we spoke, and of course, his hand on my knee.

  Another set of girls ran past us, and since the first group left the floor wet, they slipped and fell right at our feet. Todd’s arm slipped around my shoulders while the other stretched out in front of me, protecting me from their flailing limbs.

  I wasn’t a prude, but when I was having a conversation at a party, the last thing I expected or wanted was to look down at three vaginas all spread out beneath my feet.

  From the corner of my eye, I could see Rhett was staring, but who could have blamed him. The girls slid around on the floor, struggling to get to their feet. At one point, a vagina and asshole were right in my face as a girl bent over to help her friend up from the floor.

  Seriously, where the hell was Calvin!

  “I think from here the party will only get worse,” Todd noted, squeezing me tighter. I agreed. I was ready to go. “Seriously, I’ll take you home or wherever you want to go.” He seemed so caring and so concerned by my discomfort, I smiled up into his face again.

  It was so tempting.

  I jumped when one of the girls screamed when she slipped again, and I turned to watch them run up the stairs. My eyes followed them as I wondered if Calvin could possibly be up there.

  No, surely not.

  Holly made her way back to me, a little drunker than before. “I can’t find Ace,” she said. She slumped into the chair across from me. I knew I needed to help her if I was going to help myself. Find Ace, find Calvin, in that order.

  Rhett was still working his hand up my leg, and as I turned to talk to Holly, he took advantage and slid it higher than I felt comfortable. I smiled graciously, and told him I would be in touch with him about the design job. I turned to Todd, who was leaning down to tell me something. We bumped noses, which for some reason, was hilarious. We both started laughing like fools. It felt so good to laugh.

  “I really need to go,” I told him. And I really did. I needed to find Calvin and get away from here. Away from this temptation.

  I looked up and froze.

  There was Calvin.

  On the balcony.

  A blonde on her knees in front of him.

  He was staring down at her, a pained look on his face.

  Then he turned, zipping his jeans, and his eyes locked onto mine.

  We both froze and time slowed. The only sound I heard was the rush of blood through my ears. Then a warm hand closed over mine. Todd’s hand. He cursed beside me. He’d seen it too.

  The moment was broken when Ace turned and ran out of my view. The blonde stood and looked down at me, one side of her mouth curving into a grin. As if in slow motion, she licked her lips.

  That bitch!

  I recognized her then. She was the hideous woman from the celebration ball, the one who treated me so rudely, and Calvin berated me for defending myself. It was her!

  Holly wasn’t paying attention to what I’d just witnessed, but Rhett had clearly taken notice, as did Todd. They both gripped an arm as I stood from the couch.

  “I’ll escort you home,” Rhett said.

  “Or I can,” Todd added.

  The daze I’d been in snapped, and I pulled at Holly’s arm, yelling at her to get the fuck up. My anger seemed to snap her out of the buzz she was in, bringing her to her feet.

  Calvin was already down the stairs as Rhett held the front door open for Holly and me. I looked back at Todd, who lifted a hand, a sad smile on his face. I continued to walk out even though I heard Calvin’s calls and pleas for me to stop. He had embarrassed me enough. I was done with his games, done with his rejection. I was just done!

  “Please, Whitney, it isn’t what it looked like,” Calvin yelled as he made his way outside.

  Rhett was calling his driver as Calvin ran down the long drive to reach us. His hand gripped my arm, spun me around. His eyes looked as though they were filled with pain, but a part of me no longer cared. I was hurting too, and he was the one who hurt me.

  “She bombarded me. I was trying to get away from her, I swear,” Calvin pleaded. “I would never do that to you, Whitney.”

  I yanked my arm away. “Never?” I hissed. “This isn’t the first time I’ve caught you with a blonde slut. Remember?”

  Holly gripped my arm and pulled me close to her side. I knew she hadn’t witnessed what actually happened, but she’d heard enough to figure out that Calvin was a piece of shit.

  “I think it’s best that you calm down, Calvin,” Rhett interjected, stepping between us. “I’ll see to it that the girls make it home safely.”

  “I bet you will,” he snapped at Rhett. “I saw you making your move.”

  I was mortified. “Oh, so now you have the balls to pretend to be jealous?” I yelled.

  A long black Lincoln pulled up to the front of the drive, and the valet opened the back door. Rhett placed his hand on the small of my back and escorted me into the car and away from Calvin. Holly slipped in next to me and then Rhett.

  “Watch yourself, Calvin, you’re playing with the big boys now,” Rhett warned and then shut the door.

  My heart ached as we pulled away from him. I didn’t want to leave; I didn’t want any of this. Why couldn’t we just be us again? Holly pulled me close to her and stroked my hair while I sobbed. Rhett gave the driver instructions to Calvin’s apartment. Not mine, Calvin’s. I was leaving.

  Rhett slid out of the car and let Holly and then myself out of the backseat. He reached for me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in close. That cologne still smelled so amazing that even during my most stressful time, it made my thoughts drift to sex.

  “Thank you,” I said politely and worked my way out of his arms.

  He pushed my hair back from my face. “If there’s anything you need, anything at all, just call me,” he said and handed me a card.

  Holly was beside herself, trying to sort out everything that had just happened after Rhett pulled away. I gave her the play by play as I pulled my suitcase from the closet and started packing.

  “All my stuff is at Ace’s,” she said. I didn’t have time to stress about her stuff. She knew Ace was a piece of shit womanizer. She came here knowing that.

  “I just want to go home, Holly,” I said, barely able to get the words out. I jerked my clothes from the hangers and stuffed them into the large suitcase while Holly cleared out the drawers.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  I turned to look at what she held. It was a small black box, velvet with gold writing. She opened it as I moved towards her, almost afraid of what was inside. Tears flooded my face and sobs belted from my throat as I stared at a beautiful diamond ring. I grabbed it from her and stared at it as I sat on the edge of the bed.

  If he truly loved me enough to marry me, then why would he put me through all this?

  “It doesn’t matter now,” I said, handing the ring back to Holly. “Put it back where you found it.”

  I wiped my tears and zipped up the suitcase while Holly finished stuffing my things into the duffel. The front door sounded, and then Calvin was calling my name.

  Holly took charge, pushing past Calvin to give me room to exit the bedroom and head toward the door. “She doesn’t want to talk to you, you lying cheating shit,” she hissed.

  Calvin’s eyes were wild, and his hair was standing up in places as if he’d been pulling it out by the roots. “Whitney, please, I swear on my dad’s grave that nothing happened. She tried, but I stopped her.”

  “Because you saw me,” I blurted out.

  “No, I saw you before that. I was watching Rhett’s hand on your thigh and Morris hanging all over you, then she started attacking me,” he expl
ained.

  I laughed, a bark of sound that echoed through the room. “Yeah, do I look like a dumbass?”

  Holly opened the front door and took my suitcase, handing me the smaller bag. She stood at the door while I took one last look at Calvin, then shut the door as I rushed out of the apartment and ran down the steps.

  Where the fuck are all the cabs?

  Calvin continued to plead his case while Holly called for a taxi. There were always cabs out here. Always! Why not now? I felt panic set in as I started to fall victim to his excuses.

  What if I was wrong? What if what he told me was the truth?

  Finally, a taxi pulled up to the curb after Holly waved like a lunatic to get his attention. He popped the trunk, and Holly tossed my suitcase inside and then my duffle. Calvin was crying, his voice hoarse from begging and pleading his case. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I was making a mistake as I slid into the back seat. Holly pushed in beside me and slammed the door.

  Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched Calvin fall to his knees on the sidewalk. My heart was broken.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  e

  Calvin

  The night she left, I held the engagement ring in my hands, twirling it around on my pinky finger as I kicked myself in the ass for not giving it to her.

  Why did I wait?

  For the past month, I’d been asking myself that same question as I stared at the ceiling at night and did my best to focus on baseball during the day.

  In the beginning, I hadn’t been successful.

  My first time on the mound after Whitney walked out of my life, Coach pulled me after one inning, then had screamed at me until his face turned blood red and I thought the vein on his forehead would pop. I’d sucked and knew I needed to pull my shit together. After that day, my game was steady on the field.

  My life, on the other hand, was total shit.

  I’d given up calling her. She never would answer, and she quit checking her voicemails after I left so many, so it was always full. I had said everything I could think of to say, done everything I could think of to do. That was it, she was gone forever.