I was really looking forward to tonight, and I hope nothing came up to make her cancel on me. Anything could've happened. Her grandfather could've found out she was planning to meet me. Her father could've kept her from leaving the house. She could've changed her mind.
I wince, bracing my arm on the wall, hoping that that's not the case. She wouldn't bail on me. Not after everything we've been through. Yeah, she's hotter than hell and one of the wealthiest women in New York City. She could get any guy she wants. She doesn't need the hassle of having to sneak around behind her family's back in order to be with me. I'm afraid that, one day, she's going to wake up, realize I'm just not worth it, and move on.
Because I don't think I can move on—not without her. Not anymore. And that fuckin' terrifies me.
I stumble through my apartment, not bothering to turn any lights on. I just want to crash on my bed, finally get a good night's sleep, and try not think about how I'm not going to have an evening of mad, passionate sex with my smokin'-hot girlfriend.
I bend down and untie one shoe and then the other. Then I stand up, my bare feet sinking into the familiar feel of my bedroom carpet. I sigh contentedly. Man, it's great to be home, even if it won't be my home for too much longer. I lift my arms and yank my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor, not caring where it lands. I'll clean up tomorrow before the realtor comes over. Right now, I just want to crawl into bed and forget about the world for a while.
I usually sleep in the nude, but I don't even have the energy to strip all the way down. I almost fall into bed with my jeans on, but they're too goddamn tight. I gotta take them off. I grapple with the buttons on the fly before shoving them down, hopping on one foot while I stagger out of them. I lose my balance and crash into the dresser, and then I hear a startled gasp.
My eyes fly to the bed. Holy shit. Someone's in here.
"Whoever the fuck you are, you'd better get the fuck out of my apartment!" I snarl, reaching blindly for the base of the lamp. Right now, it's about the only weapon I've got.
Jesus, I've only been gone a week. The security in the building couldn't keep an eye on my place for me? How the hell did someone get inside my friggin' bedroom? I'm paranoid enough after getting hacked. Whoever it is better run for their miserable, godforsaken life, 'cause I'm about to beat the shit outta them.
"Scott?" comes a sleepy voice I'd recognize anywhere. "Is that you?"
The tension immediately leaves my body and I let go of the lamp. Instead, I clumsily grope my way forward until I'm falling on my knees beside the bed.
"Am I dreaming? Or is this real?" I whisper, running my hand through Carrie's hair, touching her even though I can't see her.
"It's very real," she whispers back, her breath warm on my face as she reaches up to stroke my cheek.
I lean into her palm, kissing the inside of her wrist. "Care Bear, how did you get in here?"
"I have my sources," she teases, propping herself up on her elbow to turn on the bedside light.
"God, you are a sight for sore eyes," I groan, loving how she looks in my bed with her hair all tousled and sexy-looking. It makes me want to jump right in there with her and mess it up even more.
I don't waste a moment, pulling the covers back and snuggling in next to her, my lips immediately finding her neck.
"Somebody got two hits tonight," she says, running her hand down my back.
I sigh because it feels so damn good. "And the streak continues," I mutter, lifting my head to nip at her earlobe, taking it in my mouth as she starts to moan.
"I guess I'm not your good-luck charm after all." She holds on to me, turning her face and letting her hair fall across my cheek. "Seems like you're doing just fine without me."
"I wouldn't say that," I respond, turning her face back to me and gently kissing her lips. I break away to smile at her. "I'm still using the bat covered in your kisses. That has to count for something."
"They let you keep it?" she asks, gripping my shoulders, a smile playing on her lips.
"They're gonna have to pry it outta my cold, dead hands if they expect me to play without it," I state firmly, watching her smile grow wider.
"And your new teammates aren't giving you any grief over it?" She lowers her chin, staring directly into my eyes like she's worried about how I'm fitting in with my new team.
"Nah. I think they feel I already suffered enough after getting kicked off the Kings," I joke, the corner of my mouth turning up, happy that she's so concerned about me.
But she doesn't see the humor in the situation like I do. "I'm sorry, baby," she sighs, bending her head and kissing her way down my chest. "That's why I'm here," she whispers against my skin, and I shift when her tongue circles my nipple. "Why I'm waiting in your bed, ready to make it up to you," she continues, giving equal attention to the other nipple while my cock pokes sharply against the panel in my boxers, making me wish I had taken them off too.
But she's not done. She starts licking her way down my abdominal muscles, her mouth hovering so tantalizingly close to what I'm after. She laughs when she gets a load of what I have waiting for her, but she stops when she looks up and sees the way I'm staring at her.
I immediately sit up and bring her up with me, pushing her hair out of her face. "Let me just look at you for a minute," I say, trying to catch my breath from what she was about to do to me. "I can't believe I haven't seen you in almost a week."
"I think your hair got longer," she teases, her eyes shining up at me.
"Yeah. I don't have to be so clean-cut anymore." I run my hand across my jaw. "I'm thinking about letting myself go. Be a real surfer bum."
"And you're starting to grow a beard, too?" she cries, following the trace of my stubble with her fingers.
God, how I've been longing for this…
"I'm all man for you tonight, Care Bear." I deepen my voice and feel her quiver beside me.
"You look hot and dangerous, Harper. Just when I thought you couldn't get any sexier." She flirts with me, and I feel myself get even harder for her than I already am.
She plays with the brass buttons on her collar, and I crane my neck to get a good look at what she's wearing.
"Is that the jacket to my old military school uniform? Where the heck did you find that?"
She blushes, ducking her head. "I had fun going through your closet, trying stuff on."
She was trying my clothes on? Holy shit.
She bats her eyelashes, glancing up at me. "Do you approve of my choice?"
"I don't know why I held on to the damn thing for so long," I mutter, getting more turned on by the second. "But now, I'm very glad that I did."
"Being here, among your things," she whispers, undoing one of the double-breasted buttons, "putting on your clothes…" She unfastens another one. "I couldn't get close enough to you."
"Did you miss me, baby?" I growl, tossing the covers off the bed with one sharp tug.
"God, how I've missed you," she moans, leaning back onto the pillow.
"Jesus, you're wearing my boxers, too?" I exclaim when the jacket rides up over her hips.
"Like I said," she replies, not taking her eyes off me. "I couldn't get close enough to you."
"Then let me take care of that right now." I straddle her body, my hands at her waist.
But she grabs my wrists, rolling me off her and hurriedly sitting up. "Wait. I have one more surprise for you." She slides past me off the bed, beckoning me with her finger. "C'mon, big boy. Follow me."
I jump off the bed, not needing to be asked twice. "Where are we going?"
She takes my hand, guiding me toward the window, and for the first time, I notice that there are candles lining the fire escape. She bends down and pushes the sash up, giving me a delectable view of her shapely ass in the process. I swallow hard when she turns to face me.
"Follow the light," she giggles, climbing up the metal steps to the roof.
I shake my head and follow after her, grateful that I live on the top flo
or. When I reach the roof, she turns and smiles at me, spinning around in a circle. There are candles everywhere. It's like something out of a dream.
I squint, pointing. "Is that a tent?"
"Yep," she laughs, throwing the flap back. "Come inside."
I stoop down and peer in. "How did you get a mattress up here all by yourself?"
"Shh. Don't ask," she urges, drawing me down with her amid the fluffy array of blankets and pillows. "Just kiss me."
She coaxes me onto my back, and I lay her down on top of me, closing my eyes to enjoy the feel of her body against mine. When I open my eyes, I only manage to get lost in hers.
"You are so insanely beautiful," I whisper, hugging her to me.
"And you're as hard as a rock." She smiles, arching her back so she can feel all of me against her.
"I have been for days now," I sigh, cupping the back of her neck to bring her in for a kiss. "Every time I think of you," I groan against her mouth. Then I glide my tongue along her bottom lip, intending to deepen the kiss, but she giggles.
"And here I thought you only got stiff out on the field," she teases, splaying her hands on my bare chest.
I flush. "You picked up on that?"
"No one wears their pants tighter than you do, Harper," she ribs me.
"Even through my cup…you noticed?" I stammer.
"When you're as big as you are, there's no hiding it," she sighs, biting her lip. "It's usually when you get excited after getting the best of a pitcher. You tend to straighten things out down there once you get on base." She chuckles when I throw an arm across my face. "I bet you don't even realize you're doing it, but every female watching knows exactly what you're up to and why. Seeing you touch yourself like that?" She pulls my arm away so I have nowhere to look but in her eyes. "Well…it drives women crazy."
"Yourself included?" I give her my cockiest smirk.
"But I'm the only one who gets to take you in my hands and do this." She reaches down and yanks my boxers off.
I'm surprised by her forcefulness, but even more so when the next thing she does is take me deep in her mouth. "Fuck…" I groan when she rakes her teeth up and down my length. I bend my knees, digging my toes into the blankets as she goes to work. I'm in heaven until she slides me from between her lips to smile up at me.
"More?"
"Don't stop," I beg, needing to feel her mouth on me again.
"I want you to imagine me doing this to you the next time you find yourself working the count in the batter's box," she taunts me, running her thumb across the head of my shaft.
"Don't be putting these kinds of thoughts in my head, or I really will lose it out there one of these days." I press my head against the pillows as she tightens her grip on me, squeezing me harder.
"I want you thinking about me and no one else," she says with every up-and-down motion of her hand. "Not some tramp in the first row. Not some Victoria's Secret model you've had. Just me."
"Ever since I laid eyes on you, all I can think about is you—about your hands all over my body." I sit up, this time catching her by surprise. I bury my hands in her hair, finding the back of her neck. But then my big hands get me into trouble. "Sorry," I groan into her mango-scented locks. "I'm having trouble with the clasp on your necklace."
"Leave it," she whispers.
"No," I insist. "When I'm done, I want nothing on you but me."
"Scott, stop! You're tickling me," she cries out when I keep fiddling with it, bringing the clasp forward, the pendant dangling between her breasts.
"Good. I like feeling you shiver beneath my fingertips," I whisper when I triumphantly remove the gold chain from around her neck.
I lower her to the blankets and nuzzle my face between her breasts. I take one of the brass buttons from my old uniform between my teeth and rip it off.
"Oh, God, Scott! Hurry!" she demands, writhing against me.
"One button at a time. One button at a time." I smile, lowering my head again.
"You're not gonna be able to wear this anymore," she pants, her chest heaving delightfully against my face.
"I wasn't planning on it, considering that my arms are a hell of a lot bigger than they were in high school," I laugh, biting off another button.
"Well, I won't be able to wear it again," she sighs.
"I know an excellent tailor," I assure her, not caring the least bit about the stupid jacket, my only concern being getting it off her body.
"You've pulled buttons off with your teeth before, haven't you?" she chuckles, her eyes finding mine.
"Nah. I'm usually too busy ripping off my own clothes," I admit, easing my hand down her chest. "That's why I learned how to sew the buttons back on my uniform. I didn't exactly take my time back in high school. There was always the risk of getting caught or missing curfew." But I momentarily lose the power of speech when I open the jacket up completely and see what's underneath. "Jesus Christ, Care Bear. Are you wearing a corset?"
"I brought something special for you to wear as well," she reveals, taking advantage of my ogling. She slides out from under me, sitting up.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" I ask, my eyes devouring the way the corset is pushing her breasts up and putting her milky-white cleavage on full display.
"Your Kings uniform." She smiles at me over her shoulder. "I stole it out of your locker. It's over there."
I furrow my brow at her. "You want me to put it on?"
"Just the pants," she says, giving me a smoldering look.
"Then you're damn well gonna be the one to take them off, 'cause I wanna feel your fingers pulling down my zipper." I get up in the direction she indicated, finding the bottom half of my uniform.
"I'll free you, big boy, but only for a little while, 'cause there's somewhere else I want you to be," she replies saucily.
"If you get to take my pants off, then I fully intend to undo each and every one of those laces on that corset," I announce, getting hot about going commando in my baseball uniform for her—something I've never done before.
She sighs, watching my every move.
I slip one leg in and then the other before pulling them up over my hips. "It really is like coming home again, putting on the pinstripes."
"Nobody makes them look as good as you do, Harper," she moans, and I feel the heat of her gaze on me.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" I turn around to give her a full view of my manly assets.
"Get over here," she orders, and I can't help but smirk.
I saunter toward her, and she crawls to meet me, gripping my ass cheeks in her hands and kneading them with her fingers before giving me a hearty slap on the rear. I jump in surprise, and she giggles, groping me through the tight fabric. I groan, shoving my hands in her hair, grunting when she starts to undress me.
"God, there's nothing sexier than the sound of you removing my belt and hearing it hit the floor," I sigh, resting my large hands on her shoulders, taking pleasure in the warm, supple softness of her skin.
"And there's nothing sexier than feeling you up," she whispers.
"Fuck." I slam my eyes shut, enjoying the sensation. "I never thought you'd be yanking me off through my uniform, Care Bear."
"It's always been a naughty fantasy of mine," she informs me, her hand connecting soundly once again with my posterior.
"What is it with you smacking my ass tonight? Have I been a bad boy?" I tease her.
Her fingers slowly start lowering my zipper, and I feel myself spring forth to greet her.
"Bend over," she orders.
And that's when I pounce on her. "That's it. You've had your fun. Now, it's my turn. But how am I supposed to get you outta this thing?"
"Have fun trying to figure it out," she giggles.
"Quit grinding up against me and help me, woman," I beg, getting my fingers all tangled in the laces.
"Not a chance, Harper. This feels too good to stop."
I can't believe it when I feel her drop her hands below my waist and hoist m
y pants back up again. Jesus, she's out to torture me tonight. I groan when I feel her pull the zipper up and fasten the top button, but she doesn't stop there. Her hands keep moving, and I flinch against her.
"God, are you adjusting me down there?" I cry out, on the verge of losing it.
"I've studied how you do it. I've taken lots of notes from the broadcast booth," she pants, excited about the reaction she's getting from me.
"If I need guidance, I'll ask," I reply roughly, swatting her hands away and taking my pants all the way off this time.
"Don't you like it when I take charge?" she asks, giving me a sexy pout.
"You've been in control of me the whole time, Care Bear," I tell her. "But I've had about enough of these games."
She responds to the gruffness of my tone and submissively slips out of the pair of my boxers that she was wearing. Then she raises her eyes to me in supplication. "Then just be with me, Scott," she begs.
I sigh, placing my hand on top of hers. Slowly, I settle between her legs and guide myself into her. "Now this is what coming home really feels like," I mutter as I sink deeper into her, reveling in her tightness.
"Keep going. That's it," she moans, taking me all the way in. "God, I love how you fill me up."
"Then c'mon and move with me, baby," I urge.
She pushes against my chest. "There are hooks in the back of the corset. You don't have to bother with the laces."
"Maybe I feel like keeping it on you now, seeing how you toyed with me. I kinda like what it's doing to your boobs," I murmur, seeing them all plump and pressed together.
"But I want to feel you skin to skin," she pouts, her breath coming out unevenly as I move slowly within her, taking my time.
And right now, I feel like blowing her fuckin' mind.
I grab the back of her corset with both hands and tear it down the middle, ripping it from her body. "There. Is that better?"
"God, I love it when you get rough with me," she groans, pressing her naked breasts flush against my chest.
"I'll be anything you want me to be," I say, kissing her cheek as we move together.
I smile when all it takes is three powerful thrusts before I feel her clench all around me, coming hard.
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