Rags 2 Pitches: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Jessica Evans

  I pressed my lips gently to hers. She closed her eyes with no hesitation as if I had given her the breath of life.

  “Running on the road to nowhere,” I said as I kissed her once again. She had to see that the running had to stop. Things had changed and she had someone by her side, who was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that she stayed the one thing she was right now, and that was safe.

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Kayla

  I couldn’t believe that after all I’d just said and all I had done to him, that Chase still loved me. I pressed my lips against his. The dark blue room seemed to turn into a white heaven. Everything felt clear and light. It was almost as if it was a dream. I had to keep reassuring myself that it wasn’t a fantasy. That I was really being rescued by my hero, Chase. The one man that I’d loved for years.

  I’d never been out of Hannah’s sight; she had made sure that I was her prized toy, one that she could use in any which way she wanted, whether it was to win the fight or to sleep with one of her associates to get more money. Being on the streets after giving birth to Sydney felt like the best thing to do.

  Where I was, risking Hannah’s wrath, made me feel like I was constantly living in hell. But, after I gave birth, after looking into Sydney’s eyes, I felt as if I had a purpose.

  “Don’t get cute and think that you and the baby can now run off into the sunset,” Hannah had warned me when she came to take us from the hospital.

  My number one priority was to keep Sydney safe and protect her from Hannah, that was the only reason that all the nights I felt like running away, I stayed in Hannah’s apartment. I knew that I couldn’t get away with it. None of the other girls who had lost a fight or tried to run away had been able to escape her. There was no way I would make it. I was never worried about my own life, just about what she would do with Sydney.

  I was running away from not just one demon, my dad, but Hannah too.

  I felt as if I was some sort of curse. The type of person that only attracts people who want to hurt her.

  Being in Chase’s arms right now, feeling his lips against mine, made me feel safe.

  Something that I used to feel before I ran away.

  Shit, why didn’t I talk to him? It hadn’t felt possible at the time. Right now, it felt like it was the right thing to do.

  I started to purr as his hands wrapped around my body like new silk sheets.

  I stopped him for a moment, wanting to make sure that what he was feeling wasn’t lust, but love, the same love that I felt for him.

  “Chase, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You’ve got to believe me when I say that…”

  He didn’t want us to talk, he wanted us to make love. His desire for me became urgent, and he started to take off my top. No longer was he being slow and gentle. His kisses were deeper, his eyes were longing, and his hands were taking what he wanted.

  “I want you so bad right now.”

  I couldn’t believe that he still felt that way after the lies that I had told.

  Not telling him until now that my name was never Kayla.

  That my dad wasn’t dead, but alive and ready to kill me.

  After my lies and, after keeping the worst secret of them all - having his daughter and not telling him about her - he still loved me.

  I loved the way he used to look at me, as if I was the only woman in the world that could satisfy him. The one that he needed to be with so he could breathe. I was his air, and he needed me close, yet I had run away from him.

  Left him without a word.

  I needed to think about the future, which was bright. Which was with Chase. I felt the bulge in his pants fighting to get out, so I unzipped his pants and gently put my hands down his boxers.

  “Ahh,” he sighed as I stroked his cock. Then, he lifted up his legs and his pants dropped to the floor. He curled me into his arms.

  The misery that I felt as I told him the truth was a distant memory as he carried me to the bed and gently laid me down. He pressed his lips against mine and then he backed away from the bed.

  “All those bruises. All those punches inflicted on you in the fights,” he sighed as he gazed at my half-naked body with sadness. He slowly peeled my jeans off my legs. “You should have come to me.” He shook his head.

  He was right. I should have, but by the time I thought about doing it, it was too late. I was under Hannah’s control. He needed to understand that. I opened my mouth to explain to him, to beg him to understand.

  He sighed as he gently caressed my feet. “I understand why you didn’t.”

  I started to cry. It was a crazy, emotional rollercoaster ride that I wanted to get off, but it was going to take more than a day. Compared to the hell that I had lived as a teen and the pain that I had experienced living with Hannah for the last three years, I felt alive. Until this moment I had felt like a shadow, spending each day wondering if it was my last. He crawled over me slowly. My hands were covering my face, trying to hide my tears.

  I was overcome by joy, but a part of me wondered if he was like this with me out of pity.

  “Do you pity me?” I gazed into his sea-blue eyes as we laid face-to-face.

  He chuckled a bit as he kissed my tears. “How could I pity someone so beautiful as you?”

  He moved my hands to the sides of my face. “I can’t pity someone that I’ve wanted for so long. That I want right now.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Chase

  I didn’t care if she had been with anyone else. I wanted her, but I was worried because she was still vulnerable. Not only physically, but mentally too. There was no denying that I was still in love with Kayla. I didn’t care what her real name was, or where she came from.

  The main thing for me was being with her.

  I stroked her as if she was a delicate flower. I didn’t want to ruin the beauty that I saw in front of me. Everyone she had ever crossed paths with had already tried to do that. Her father, and some part of me suspected her mom as well, was no better than the manager who had wanted to trade her life for a quick bet at the casino.

  I tried to contain my anger when I imagined what life would have been like if I hadn’t gone to that fight. I never would have found Kayla.

  Who knows what would have happened to her?

  Even worse, what would have happened to our daughter?

  I should have gone for my wallet and gotten a condom, but I wanted to feel her skin against mine. Every part of it. The nights I had longed for her were finally a reality, and I wanted to savor every moment.

  “I love you,” I purred over and over again, kissing her neck and down her body. Every inch of her was loved by me. Loving someone was not about only taking the good parts, but the bad parts too.

  I was starting to see that.

  Dad loved my mom.

  Even until her dying day, he was in love with her. Death took her away from us, and I didn’t want that to happen with Kayla. I needed her to be a part of my life.

  The issues she had could be fixed.

  There was a way out; we just needed to find it together.

  That didn’t mean that Kayla should run off and start fighting again or move from place to place. Tonight I would show her that she was mine.

  Tomorrow we would call Dad, meet up with him, and sit down and figure this shit out like a family, the way Dad and I used to be, before Mary came along.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Kayla whispered as I got to the part of her that I had been longing for: her pussy. It was wet and moist from my touch. I stroked the inside of her legs as she started to scream.

  “Chase!”

  My tongue enfolded her folds, making sure not to miss a piece. My dick was so fucking hard, wanting to exchange places with my tongue, but I had to hold off. I wanted to pleasure her. Not me.

  Right now, it was all about letting Kayla know that she was the one for me.

  Letting her know that I would do anything for her, so I wouldn’t ge
t up in the middle of the night and find out that she was gone. That was not her choice to make, ever again.

  Kayla was mine. As I bit down slowly on her clit, she whimpered. I held on to her legs, which had started to move. Every delicate touch had to be precise. I wanted to hear her scream and call out my name as if there was no tomorrow.

  Her legs started to jilt up and down, and I knew I had brought her to the edge when she started to laugh. I didn't stop, because my dick had held off long enough.

  It was dying to go where my tongue had just been.

  I guided my body up to meet her face. No longer were there tears of sadness, but only of joy.

  I had reached my goal, and as she kissed me delicately she said, “I hope I didn’t taste bad.”

  She still didn’t understand what she meant to me.

  “Kayla, you tasted like you always do,” I sighed as I stroked her face. “You’re broken. Let me fix you?”

  Kayla smiled at my words. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth with my tongue as she guided my dick inside of her. She jerked at first. Maybe it had been a while since she’d had sex. I had a suspicion that the last time was probably with me, and that was nearly three years ago.

  My cock wanted one thing: Kayla under me.

  I was on top and slowly moving up and down, not letting my tongue stop devouring her and not wanting to let go. Her legs wrapped around me as she held on to my butt.

  My cock rubbed in and out of her cunt, and I had to go in deeper. The moment I had wanted for the last three years was here.

  Right now.

  It was so hard to resist not coming. Letting my sperm shoot into her pussy, but I couldn’t. The first night I’d told her that I loved her, I’d got too emotional. Everything was too fast and, like a greedy child in a candy store, I wanted it all.

  Today was different. I was going to take my time.

  Let her know that I was there for her and hold on to her tightly, surround her with kisses and make her know that she’s mine.

  “Am I hurting you?” I asked as I felt her whimpering underneath me. I thought she was enjoying it, but right then I started to question it.

  “No,” she said as she reached out for my hand. She held on to it so tightly, “Just don't stop.”

  Kayla didn’t need to ask me twice.

  Her soft skin was rubbing against mine. Her pebbled nipples were calling out my name as I ducked my head to suck them. I released my cock for a little bit, to stop myself from coming and losing myself in her so quickly.

  She groaned, “Hmm.”

  I rubbed my hand up and down them as I swirled my tongue against them, tracing over them as if they for the first time. Her skin next to mine was no longer a distant memory.

  My dick was hurting as it wanted to enter once again into her pussy. I just didn’t want to hurt her with my weight on top of her, but she held on to my head and said, “Make love to me.”

  She didn’t need to ask me twice.

  That was what I wanted to do from the moment, I knew she was back in my life. Anger and fear stopped me from touching her.

  Holding her in my arms, I rocked on top of her. Our skin rubbed against each other as we moaned into each other’s mouth. Our passion and denial couldn’t be held back any longer as she held on to my back, then my head then finally she held on to one hand and then our tongues were darting in and out of each other’s mouths.

  I started to increase my rhythm as the emotions started to take over me. I couldn’t hold back any longer as I tried to not be so rough, “I’m coming,” I mumbled into her mouth as I started to think about Kayla being mine., Kayla not leaving me again, but as us working things out as a couple. Not only lovers, but friends too.

  I felt a rush of sperm shoot from my dick and she smiled, “We did that together.”

  I nodded, “We did.”

  Then I rolled to the side and held her in my arms. “From now on we’ll do everything together. Do you understand?”

  She said, “I do.”

  Kayla lifted up her head and kissed me gently. Then, she wrapped the cover over us and whispered, “Just know one thing. I never stopped loving you. And I’m so sorry…”

  She wanted to apologize. When I felt that I was the one that should be doing that to her. She had been through so much shit. I had thought about all the different types of things she should have done and came up blank.

  “That was in the past.” I lifted my finger to her lips.

  “Let’s focus on the future. Together.”

  She never said a word, but I knew she understood what I meant. Tiredness took over both of us. Before I knew it I could hear her heavily breathing on my chest. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep with her in my arms.

  ***

  Kayla and I had fallen asleep. I wasn't sure if it was a few minutes or even hours. I could hear the sound of my phone ringing. That was when I got off the bed and rushed for it in the living room. I knew who was ringing. It could only be Reg.

  “Hey man, you okay?”

  That was his secret code for, is Kayla alive? Did you kill her? Should I come back?

  I was out of breath, and he heard it in my voice. “Well, I can see you’re busy and there was me worried and shit.”

  I laughed. “No, it’s not what you’re thinking. I rushed to get my phone.”

  “Ah-ha. I know exactly what you’re doing. Just take care and don’t worry about Sydney. We’re having a blast. I’m thinking that we’ll catch up tomorrow morning. You know we have class. Don’t forget we’re nearly done, just a couple more classes and it is all over.”

  I nodded. “Course we still have class.” I wiped my forehead. I was sweating a bit, and I had been so caught up in Kayla’s life that I’d forgotten I had one of my own.

  She came into the living room with a look of concern on her face.

  “Tomorrow morning at eight thirty I’ll come to the dorm, Okay? With Kayla.”

  “Sure, take your time tonight, but tomorrow don’t!”

  I sighed. “Sure thing, Reg, and thanks, you’re a real pal.”

  “Chase, you would do the same for me. Night.”

  I should have asked to speak to Sydney or at least let Kayla speak to her to see if she was alright, but Reg seemed pretty keen on playing the uncle part, so I thought it was best to speak to her tomorrow. Besides, both her mom and dad were naked, and I didn’t think it was the best way to speak to her.

  “Hey, they okay?” she questioned as she stood in front of me, waiting for me to say something.

  I nodded as I wrapped my arms around her.

  “We’re meeting up tomorrow before class. That way you can take Sydney and we can finish up.”

  She sighed. “Chase, you’ve been too good to me. I don’t know what to say.”

  I smirked. “How about you love me? I love it when you tell me that.”

  “Come on, big boy, let me say it over and over again,” Kayla purred as she took my hand and led me back to the room. It was going to be a long night. But I’d finally gotten the wish I’d been praying for. I knew it was going to be worth it.

  I had Kayla by my side. She hadn't run away because of me. But, in her mind she thought that she was protecting me by staying away.

  “Just promise me one thing,” I had to make sure that she understood she was safe. “Don’t ever leave again.”

  I pointed my finger and may have come on a bit too strong, but I needed to set rules and that was one of them. She couldn't do that again, I had already missed two years of Sydney’s life.

  If Kayla and I didn't work out then, I would just have to deal with it, but I couldn’t deal with being away from my daughter. Not again.

  “Okay.” She whispered and I led her into the room this time.

  “Remember the first night we spent together?”

  She smiled, “How could I forget?”

  “Well,” I purred, “This night is going to be even better.”

  She kissed my lips and s
aid, “I could tell from your earlier performance.”

  That was just a warm-up, this time we were going to be making love all night long.

  Chapter Thirty One

  Chase

  It was almost time to get up. The night had been spent with me wrapping myself around Kayla. I just couldn’t let go of her.

  “You awake?” I whispered in her ear. She was naked, and my dick was hard just resting next to her butt.

  “I can tell you are,” she replied, and I turned her head to face me. “You want some more?”

  She had to be kidding me.

  I’d spent three long years hating her every minute and the next pining after her.

  Of course I wanted more. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I slowly moved my hips back and forth, subtly putting my dick between her legs. She didn’t need me to put it inside. She happily did that herself. She was moist, ready for me to pump her. I held on to her small breasts. They filled my hands, whereas before they used to spill over. That was just a sign of the amount of weight that she had lost. I knew in time she would fill up and be as big and strong on the inside as she was on the outside.

  Kayla was broken.

  I intended to fix her.

  No longer would she cry at night.

  No longer would she feel insecure.

  I continued to hold on to her breasts. The harder my dick penetrated her, the louder she moaned and the more I wanted to come inside her like I had done so many times already that night. I didn’t care about the consequences of our carelessness. I would look after her.

  “This feels so good, Kayla.”

  “Don’t stop,” she yelled. “Keep it coming, baby. Keep on coming.”

  I started to suck on her neck, but then I turned her face around. I wanted to kiss her. Her lips were next to mine, our tongues lost in each other’s as I started to climax. My hands travelled up and down her body, exploring her as if it was for the first time. I could never get enough of her.

  I was hungry for her body, but I wanted to face her properly, see her eyes as they lit up when she came.