Her Home Run Desires

by Jenna Payne

  “Don’t worry Pop, I told her how grateful I was and promised I owed her anything,” I said. Vee called my father over to meet Liz. She stood at the island and smiled graciously at my father. He pulled her in for a hug and her smiled widened, as she blushed. I remained by the coffeemaker and watched her intently. Liz met my dad and Caleb, and of course, they had to joke about my being a ‘fugitive.’ I checked my watch. It was nine thirty. My shop would be open. I had my crew take care of everything so I could have weekends off and give them overtime opportunities.

  Seth came down and we all got ready to leave for the diner. My father hooked their mother on, Sydney’s. The diner was great and all, but I did find this whole ‘family outing’ to be kind of cheesy. I caught up to Liz just as she was shrugging on her coat in the foyer.

  “Hey do you wanna ride with me?” I asked Liz and she glanced up at me, almost as if I startled her.

  “In your truck?” she asked and I smirked then shook my head.

  “Nope. On the Harley,” I said. She thought about it and I pulled two riding jackets out of the closet and dangled in front of her. She slowly took off her coat and hung it back up for one of the riding jackets. I grinned at her and then grabbed my helmet and gave it to her. “You should put your hair in a ponytail,” I suggested and Liz grinned at me as she fished a hair tie out of her bag.

  “You won’t crash will you?” she asked, as I watched her pull her hair back and I gave her a wide grin.

  “Of course not,” I said and Liz’s smile faltered a bit.

  “I’m serious Hunter,” she said and I laughed.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t crash us,” I said reassuringly.

  Chapter 7

  Liz

  Riding on the back of Hunter’s Harley was exhilarating. All the wind made me feel as if we were flying. After a while of following behind James and Seth’s cars, Hunter took a detour and parked at a park near the diner.

  “They’re going to wonder what happened to us,” I said, when Hunter parked the bike and then shut it off. I glanced around at the park and realized it was more of a nature preserve you walk through.

  “The diner is just a block over. I like parking in low profile places. You wouldn’t believe how many times people have tried to steal my bike,” Hunter said, as I took off his helmet and pulled out the hair tie to shake my hair free. I glanced at the black Harley and admired its classic, yet rugged look. It fit Hunter’s bad boy persona to a tee.

  “Yeah. I could see why someone would want to steal this. You take good care of your bike,” I said and Hunter smiled.

  “Thanks, it’s what I do,” I laughed at his macho tone, and we started walking towards the street to get to the diner.

  “It was really fun though, riding on the bike with you. It felt kind of like I was flying,” I said, and Hunter smiled with an excited spark in his eyes.

  “Yeah, I love that about being on a bike. It gives you a whole new element of freedom. Sometimes I just get on and ride with no destination in mind,” Hunter said, with a far-away expression. I smiled, he really loved motorcycles.

  “So, be real with me. How come it took you this long to come visit your mother and meet my father?” Hunter asked, abruptly changing the conversation.

  I sighed deeply, and glanced up at the sky. The clouds were white and fluffy. It would probably start snowing again soon. “Because I hadn’t gotten over the death of my father when my mother started dating James and going to visit him and stuff. Then I started to find things as excuses not to like him…” My voice trailed off.

  Hunter stared at me intently. His eyes piercing through me, like he could see clear to my soul. Like what things?” Hunter asked curiously. I shrugged.

  “Like he never came to Colorado to visit her. She was the one who had to travel. She always paid for her own ticket to visit him. Then she moved clear across the country to live with him. What if my mother’s job hadn’t been so flexible?” I huffed out my reply so fast, I didn’t realize the information I was revealing about the thoughts I had about his father. My mom had her own internet business making jewelry. She had grown quite popular for it that she was beginning to become an actual brand. She was even hoping to open up an actual shop soon.

  Hunter stared at me shocked. “Liz, my father provided everything for your mom to visit him, including making everything possible so that she could and would move here with him. His job wasn’t so flexible. Love is about compromise. It’s not like your mother gave and all my father did was take. They really do love each other. If she’s happy after the sadness of losing your father, then why not just let it be?” Hunter said. I glanced up at him, mystified. Where was all this coming from?

  “Take it from me, I’ve never seen my father this happy with a woman since my mother died. It’s really great to see how disgusting our parents are with each other,” I smiled reluctantly and Hunter chuckled. “Plus, Seth, my brother and I get along great and Caleb has always wanted a little sister.” I laughed and Hunter grinned at me crookedly.

  “Well, I guess it makes sense when put like that…” I said, just as we had reached the diner. Hunter held the door open for me and we spotted everyone already seated at a table.

  “Hey guys, where’d you go?” Seth asked, as we sat down at the table. Hunter explained his parking methods and I settled in the seat between him and Seth. The waitress came by to take our drink orders and she clearly found Hunter to be attractive, sending him flirtatious glances while he looked at the menu. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t want anyone to catch my annoyance and misinterpret it for anything. It’s not like I wanted to claim Hunter as mine or anything. We were technically related.

  I tried to enjoy the family breakfast, but Hunter noticed the pretty waitress’s glances and started smiling extra wide and adding an extra thank you or please, where they were unnecessary. I hid my souring mood and kept up conversation with James and Caleb, as well as my mom and Seth. I pretty much ignored Hunter. It wasn’t noticeable because there was enough people at the table that I didn’t have to comment on whatever he added to the conversation.

  “So, are you going to ride back with Hunter or do you want to do a little last minute Christmas shopping with me?” My mom asked me, as we all stepped outside after breakfast.

  “Uh, well, I left my purse at home so I’ll have to ride back with someone to pick it up. I do want to go shopping though,” I said and my mother nodded.

  “You can ride back with me Liz,” Hunter said, as if he was wondering why I was making other plans with my mother. I stifled my sigh and nodded my head. I didn’t want to disappoint my mother or make her think I wasn’t really trying to get to know and get along with everyone.

  “Okay then, we’ll just meet up at the house,” my mom said and she smiled at me, obviously pleased, before she got into James’s car. I walked back with Hunter to the park silently and he glanced at me curiously a couple of times.

  “What’s up with you?” he finally asked, when we got back to his bike. He handed me his helmet and I sat it on the seat of the bike while I pulled my hair into a ponytail.

  “Nothing,” I said curtly, and Hinter lifted his eyebrow at me, he didn’t believe me for one second that nothing was wrong.

  “I may not have grown up with a sister, but I know women,” Hunter said and I rolled my eyes.

  “Clearly,” I said. He stared at me, appeared to be thinking and then his eyes widened with recognition.

  He hissed out. “The waitress? Are you upset because she was flirting with me?” Hunter asked and I rolled my eyes.

  “No Hunter, Can we go please?” I asked.

  “You know, you’re even sexier when you’re a bit jealous,” Hunter said and I grit my teeth as he chuckled and got onto the bike to take us back to the house. I climbed on behind him. Pulled my dress up under me and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel Hunter chuckling through his coat. He started the bike and revved it, and drove toward home.

  Chapter 8
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  Hunter

  I didn’t know what to do about Liz. More importantly I wanted her like crazy, on top of my not knowing what to do about her. The next few days we spent around each other, was torture. What with her brushing her teeth in nothing but a towel in the mornings and lounging around the house in sexy little outfits. Liz was great at playing coy. She had to know what she was doing to me.

  I needed to get a grip. Our parents were having a Christmas Eve party and I had stuck around for an hour to say hi. I quickly got out of there. I was going to the bar with a few of the guys and I was going to get drunk. As I got to the bar, John met me outside.

  “Hey man, what’s up you look like you need a drink or something,” John said, as he took a one look at me and knew something was eating me up.

  “That’s why I’m here. Something’s, or someone’s, under my skin and I can’t deal at the moment,” I said gruffly as we walked into the bar. I went right up to the counter and ordered a double shot of Jack.

  “Well, is it a bad thing that’s gotten under your skin?” John asked. I shook my head, then nodded, and then shrugged.

  “I don’t know. I don’t know… it’s Liz,” I admitted and exhaled. It felt like I had a weight lifted off my chest. John looked at me with shock then a smile, and ordered another round of shots. I threw back the one I had ordered and the bartender refilled my glass, and gave John his first shot.

  “Well you know, she isn’t really your sister Hunter. If she’s gotten under your skin then handle that man. Lord knows she’s smokin’,” John said and I grunted.

  “You have no idea,” I said and took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I just think about her mother and brother and it cools me down. What would they think if we got together? Do I even want to deal with that kind of fallout?” I asked out loud but not really wanting an answer. John shook his head.

  “Hey, what does it matter? If two people are attracted to each other then they should be together for however long it lasts. You both are grown, and you aren’t blood. There’s really nothing gross about it,” John said earnestly. No matter how pretty he set it up, the situation was still taboo.

  “I don’t know man. You wanna shoot some Pool?” I asked and John nodded. We ordered a couple of beers. A few of the other guys showed up and we hung out like we normally did. Drinking and shooting the shit. It felt good to relax and forget about the fiery redhead at home. When it got late enough, John drove me home. He had his truck and we loaded my bike in the back. I would have pushed it home before leaving it at the bar. I was quiet on the way home and John didn’t say anything either. He had given me enough ‘advice’ all night. I was glad he finally shut up.

  I got my bike parked in the shed in the back and stumbled inside. The party was over. I drank some water in the kitchen, then headed up to my room. By the time I reached my room, I was oddly aware of my surrounding, yet still a bit tipsy. I decided I was okay enough to take a shower, before the busy Christmas morning, so I didn’t wake up a complete wreck. I pulled off my clothes and opened the bathroom door, completely naked.

  It took me a second, but soon realized that Liz had just gotten out of the shower. She was naked and dripping and holding a towel up in front of her. Her eyes were wide and then her gaze traveled up and down my body. My cock stiffened under her scrutiny. Almost like it wanted to show off for her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked and I opened my mouth to say something.

  “It’s like three in the morning…” I said and Liz shrugged.

  “The party ended late and I spilled eggnog on myself while helping to clean up. Uhm, why are you naked?” Liz asked. I took a step into the bathroom. My cock was almost completely stiff. Jesus. She was sexy. I could smell her body wash. She didn’t back away. I watched her eyes and her pupils dilated and she licked her lips nervously.

  “I was going to shower,” I said. Then took another step towards her. “But now, I’m thinking I need to handle something that’s been driving me crazy. Actually, since I first saw you,” I said. Liz inhaled in surprise.

  I reached for her towel and pulled it softly from her grip. It fell easily to the floor and my eyes slid down her body. She was more than I had imagined. Her breasts were round and full, her waist small, and her hips thick and begging for my hands.

  “Are you just going to stare at me?” Liz whispered and I smirked.

  “Fuck no,” I said, before I picked her up and set her down on the sink vanity counter. She braced herself on the marble while her legs circled my hips. My cock pointing straight up between our bodies. She looked down at it and I heard her sharp intake of breath. She looked up at me skeptically, almost like no way that was fitting. I smiled at her.

  I leaned down to her ear and kissed it softly before whispering, “It’s going to fit inside you so good Liz. I can’t wait to be inside you and feel you clench around my dick baby.” I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and slid it up and down against her shaved, smooth lips. She was wet. I groaned at the heat when I made contact. Liz gasped as I rubbed and grinded my dick against her sensitive clit. I lowered my head to kiss her. Liz’s hands pushed into my hair as we literally devoured each other. Our tongues swirled, and our lips moved hard against each other’s. We broke the kiss to catch our breath. I leaned back slightly and watched my dick sliding into her hot, tight, wet pussy. “Watch us Liz,” I told her.

  Liz moaned and her hands tightened in my hair. She dropped her hands and looked down between our bodies. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her, and could feel her fluttering around my dick. She was close. That amped up my arousal.

  She was so slick and wet. All I wanted to do was tuck my dick into her then pound hard and fast. But, I also wanted to savor this, which I’ve never wanted to do with a woman before. I slid my hands down so I could squeeze and caress Liz’s breasts. I pinched her nipples, and her back arched and she thrust her swollen tits into my hands. She moaned out loud. “Shhh,” I whispered, as I leaned down to kiss her and take her sounds into my mouth. She looked so sexy spread out on the counter. Even with drinking Jack Daniels all night, I could feel myself getting close to finishing.

  Chapter 9

  Liz

  I didn’t know how drunk Hunter was, but I was pretty sure that he wasn’t completely gone because he was standing upright and working wonders with his mouth. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down on it before he pulled it between his teeth. I cried out softly as the sensation traveled right down to my belly, causing the swollen muscles to clench with need. Hunter was still rubbing his cock against my clitoris and I wanted to explode with how good it felt.

  “Hunter please…” I begged for him to keep going, to do more, anything I just loved how he was making me feel. Hunter cursed and then he looked at me again and popped my nipple from his mouth.

  “You’re okay with this right? I’m a little tipsy,” he said and I giggled.

  “I’d kill you if you stopped,” I said and Hunter smiled goofily. He kissed me hard before he picked me up and then walked with me into my bedroom. We fell on the bed. He leaned up on one arm, wrapped his around his cock, rubbed it against my swollen slit and pushed into me, slowly. I clenched over and over around every hard delicious inch of him. We both moaned and gasped out loud. Hunter’s eyes closed as an expression of pure bliss fell across his features.

  “You feel so damn good,” he said hoarsely as he began to move his hips and rock against me. I cried out when he touched some spot deep inside me that made my belly quiver and my entire body feel like jelly. As his pace increased and his thrusts got harder, he hit that spot more and more until I was begging him not to stop. “Shh baby, you don’t want to wake anyone up,” Hunter said and I tried to quiet my cries, but was hardly in my right mind.

  “Mmm Liz you feel amazing. I’m so close. I want to feel you cum around my dick.” Hunter kissed me hard and pounded into my body hard and deep. ”Yes, yes Hunter. Don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” I told him and thrust back, me
eting him thrust for thrust. My stomach tingled. My legs jiggled. The intensity grew.

  I grabbed a pillow to bite down on and screamed when my body exploded around Hunter. I squeezed and clenched from the incredible orgasm thrumming through my body. Hunter watched my face as he continued to pound into me, only elongating the intensity pleasure racking my body. Hunter said my name hoarsely as he started to climax, and then I felt his hot release on my belly as he pulled out at the last possible second. I reached down between us and wrapped my around his hand wrapped around his cock and milked him until he was completely spent.

  We were both breathing hard and took a while to recover. Eventually, Hunter got off the bed and I wondered where he was going. Was he just going to go back to his room? He walked to the bathroom and I heard water running before he came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned up my stomach. He bent down to kiss me softly on the lips before he went back into the bathroom and shut off the light. I felt the mattress dip and Hunter pulled me against his warm body.

  “Merry Christmas Liz,” he whispered and I grinned, that was the best gift I had gotten so far. I don’t know if I had ever had sex as good as that before. I was definitely in trouble. I fell asleep easily against Hunter’s chest and knew I would rather wake up in his arms on Christmas morning than anywhere else.

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  Hunter’s soft lips brushed against my neck and collar while his hands caressed my waist. I woke up to his bright blue eyes and smile, and my heart melted a little. Had I grown feelings past attraction for Hunter? In such a short time?