Over the Fence Box Set

by Carrie Aarons

  The ump rules the next two pitches balls, but Owen comes through in the clutch and eventually sends the batter packing with all three strikes. One down, two outs to go.

  On the first pitch, the next batter hits a line drive right in the hole where Parker stands between second and third and makes it to first safely before Parker can throw him out. Owen sighs, shaking his head out of anger and annoyance.

  “Come on, boys, you got this,” I say to no one but myself. I can only think about how freaked out Minka must be right now.

  Clint lifts his mask to nod at Owen from where he kneels at home plate. It’s a “you can do this” nod. My heart jackhammers in my chest.

  Owen sinks a strike on the first pitch, causing a giddy yelp from me. On the second pitch, the batter swings and catches a piece of the ball, but it ricochets off his bat and ends up hitting hard in the dirt, which causes it to bounce up and hit Clint squarely in his catcher’s mask.

  I gasp and shoot to my feet, throwing Marnie off the couch, as I watch Clint tumble backward. The coach and trainer spring from the dugout, but a flood of relief and adrenaline wash through my body as Clint waves them off. He rises to his feet, dusting himself off and takes a few steps. After being checked out by the ump, everyone gets back into place.

  I slowly lower to the couch, picking up Marnie and holding her to my heart.

  Clint does another hand motion, signaling a pitch to Owen, who waves it off. He also waves the next suggestion off. Finally, they settle on a pitch, and Owen winds up. But the batter is quicker.

  He anticipates the throw and hits the ball hard, sending it careening toward second base. Parker grabs it out of midair, stepping on the bag and forcing the out. Then, he hurls it toward first, hoping to make the double play. The runner is advancing on the first baseman, it’s going to be so close I can practically feel my lungs burn I’m breathing so hard in anticipation.

  “You’re out!” The first base umpire cries.

  And then the Grover team is running out of the dugout toward the pitching mound, where Clint and Owen have met in an epic bro hug. The pile collides into them and players fall over, chest bump, and cry. I can feel the tears streaming down my own cheeks. They did it. They fucking won the College World Series.

  And I wish I was there to celebrate. I look around the empty house, nuzzling Marnie in congratulations, and can’t wait until Clint and the others return.

  14

  Clint

  When the airport taxi pulled into the driveway, I nearly broke the door off its hinges racing out. I haven’t seen Kelsey in a week. I’m on a high from winning the most prestigious college baseball series in the world. And I am horny.

  I’m getting her naked and on her back ASAP.

  Except, of course, when I go stomping through the house like a bear just coming out of hibernation, she’s nowhere to be found. Fuck.

  I walk back to my room, head hung and dick overly hard. This is her fault. She turned me into this walking erection, and now she isn’t around to help solve the problem.

  Sniffing at my shirt, I smell plane rankness and Omaha dirt. Gross. Maybe it’s a good thing Kelsey seems to be MIA at the moment, because I need a fucking shower.

  I’m squeezing my all-in-one shampoo, conditioner, and soap into my hand from the bottle when I hear the bathroom door open and shut.

  “Parker, Jesus I’m in the shower. Are you deaf? You really can’t hear that. I told you last time, no pissing in here while I’m showering.”

  “You let Parker take a leak at the same time you’re naked, in the shower?”

  That sultry, rough voice jolts me so hard that I drop the bottle. Ripping back the curtain, I’m greeted to the best sight I’ve seen in a week. And that’s after being handed the championship trophy.

  Kelsey stands on the tile in jean shorts and a boyfriend-style white button-up. Those red locks are crazy and wild, like she’s been running her hands through them all day. Her eye line drops to my dick, which is still semi-hard thanks to not getting any relief earlier.

  “Mind if I join you?” She toys with the hem of her top.

  “Why the fuck aren’t you in here yet?”

  She moves like lightning unzipping her shorts and pulling her panties off with them. As she walks toward the shower she slowly starts unbuttoning her shirt. And then she ‘s stepping delicately in, the white material soaking through and revealing her hard nipples like cherries on top of all that whipped cream flesh.

  “Jesus Christ …” I bite back a groan as I attack her.

  I catch her lush lips up in mine and slam her body against the tile, cradling her neck and back with my hands. Our tongues tangle in an erotic fight while I nudge my cock into her thigh as hard as I can, seeking relief.

  She comes up for breath. “I guess this means you didn’t get any on the road, then?”

  Sliding my hand down her side, over the swell of her breast and to the flare in her hips, I continue all the way down until I have two fingers inside her. There, that should answer her question.

  “You know better than to ask that.” I work her clit over with my palm and hear the rough moan that rips from her throat. God, I missed her.

  She digs her fingernails, as red as her hair at this present moment, into my back and I make a guttural noise at the pain.

  “I missed you,” I whisper into her ears as I pump my thick fingers into her tight opening, drenching them in her moist excitement.

  “I missed this.” Not exactly what I was dying to hear, but I know it’s as much as she can give me.

  The white shirt that’s still hanging from her shoulders is soaked to her skin. She’s struggling to get it off as I build her up even further, her harsh cries echoing off the walls of the shower.

  The hot water is cascading onto my impossibly hard dick, stinging my flesh because I’m so turned on. I want to be inside of Kelsey so bad it physically aches.

  “Clint, I’m so close.” She’s whimpering now, and I feel like I’ve got the whole world in my hands. I control her, I stroke her to the highest peak. I’ve never been an overly dominant guy, but with Kelsey, I find I want to own her body until she can’t remember anyone who has touched her body before my hands did.

  I nudge her head, which is lying limply on my shoulder, up so that I can see those whiskey-colored eyes as she loses it. Kelsey’s gulping in breaths of warm air as I push my fingers into her so hard I feel like I must be hurting her.

  But then her eyes dilate, her knees buckle until I have to grab her by the waist and pin her against the tile. She shudders and shakes, her signature move when she’s just about to drop on the proverbial roller coaster.

  She lets out a wail, and I drink in the look of sheer pleasure on her face like it’s the elixir that will make me live forever. She’s beautiful and wild, and I thank my lucky stars that I’m the one that gets to do this.

  “I can tell you really missed me …” Her grin is a cocky, dazed glow.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I shut her up when I grab behind both of her thighs, lifting her off the ground in one fell swoop.

  “Wow!” She giggles the tinkling sound that is crack to my ears.

  The giggles stop though as I slide her down onto my massive wood. I feel my cock spreading her apart and it’s all I can do to keep from sheathing myself all at once.

  She feels like sliding into pure silk and rubbing up against velvety soft skin all at once. I have to clench all the muscles south of my waist to keep a lid on the body-shredding orgasm threatening to let itself loose.

  Kelsey wraps her legs tightly around my back and ass. “If you don’t start moving soon, I think I’m going to die.”

  I take that as my cue. I slowly withdraw, pulling out until just my tip is lodged inside of her. Then I plow back in, driving into my hips and her ass slam together with a loud thwack.

  “Fuck!” Her curse is ragged and harsh on her lips, and I capture them with mine to keep her quiet.

  I keep the mind-bendi
ng, slow and fast pace until we are both trembling so hard on the precipice of coming. I bite at her neck, sure I’ll leave a bright purple hickey but not caring.

  “Go harder. Please.” Her request is a plea. I can feel her body shaking violently against my hot, wet skin. Her hair is stuck to her neck in the humid shower, and the temperature has caused her porcelain cheeks to take on a rosy hue.

  I hold on tight, readjusting my grip under her perfect, round ass. And start to jackhammer. I’m driving so hard into her body that it’s like I’m trying to make an imprint of her figure in the tile.

  “Yes, yes, yes …” Kelsey’s chanting, spurring me on like I’m rounding the bases and feet away from sliding into home.

  “Ahhh!” Her harsh moan as she starts to come zaps all of my control and I’m pouring into her as my vision temporarily goes black.

  I must blackout for a second, because when I focus back in, Kelsey is rubbing my back and whispering unintelligible noises in my ear.

  “Oh my God …” I flex my hips up into her again, feeling my sensitive cock give its last little twitch.

  “Congratulations. On the championship I mean. Glad I could give you your victory present finally.”

  “If that’s my victory present, I may just need to go into the majors so I can have this multiple times a week.”

  “I think you just need to go away more often.” Kelsey giggles.

  I stay silent, my heart flipping over in my chest thinking about the fact that she just hinted there might be a next time for this. Which to me suggests she could be thinking about the future.

  15

  Kelsey

  Dorothy still thinks she’s a cub. Hence why she’s trying to sit in my lap right now at one hundred and twenty pounds. The giant baby. I can’t believe she’s grown so much in almost two months. She’s now an adult cat, almost ready to be a mama herself when the preserve can find her a mate.

  As much as I don’t want her to grow up, I’m glad that she is healthy and safe here. That we can breed her to make more babies for this species that is so in danger of extinction.

  When I think about that—that some of the animals I love—could be completely wiped off of the planet, it makes me want to lose my lunch all over my shoes. How people hunt these innocent, beautiful creatures for sport, for fun, it makes me want to commit murder.

  In Africa, there was a night when poachers snuck onto the preserve and were targeting one of our teenage elephants. A beauty named Theodore, they tried to shoot and kill him to sell his tusks on the black market. I remember being ushered into one of the safe zones, part of the protocol on the grounds. We had to wait hours for security to find them, and I was sweating and crying the entire time. I couldn’t take it thinking that I might hear a rifle blast at any point.

  Finally, they did find them and the two men were taken into custody. I still wish the head of security would have let me land a few punches.

  Dorothy nudges me, clearly annoyed that I have stopped petting and giving her attention.

  “You spoil the animals like that and they won’t ever adapt to being around others of their kind.”

  The prissy voice freezes my motions, and when I look up, there stands my mother.

  “What are you doing here?” The words sound violent as they leave my throat.

  Madeline removes her gloves, which are totally unseasonable and unnecessary for this North Carolina summer, but which totally make her look like some movie villain. “I know you don’t want to see me, Kelsey Elizabeth …”

  “Hmm, and here I thought you didn’t know how to take a hint and take a hike!”

  She narrows her glassy amber eyes. “No need to be rude. I hope we’ve raised you with some manners.”

  “That would be pretty hard, considering I was left with nannies for more than half my life …”

  “Enough! I know you don’t want to see me. But I keep trying to contact you or track you down. I know what happened in Africa wasn’t ideal in your world. I’ll admit that I never wanted you to find out that way. And I also never wanted to tell you this, but it seems you’ve left me no choice. Your actions these last six months have been completely unpredictable, and I just can’t have that on the preserves. As much as I’d like to keep you away, you keep morale up for both the employees and the staff. So, I thought maybe this would give you some closure.”

  Madeline O’Brien is standing in front of me wringing her hands. This cannot be good. I have never seen this ice queen look nervous in my entire life. “What would give me closure, Mother?”

  “Well, I’m not quite sure how to say this to you. But … your father. Part of the reason I was so harsh with you in Africa well … Your father is not actually your father.”

  I think I’ve misheard her. I must have.

  “Excuse me?”

  “He is not your biological father. The first year we were married, I—”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I cut her off so fast. My head spins as I rise from my seated position in the dirt.

  “Don’t curse at me, young lady …” She turns her nose up.

  “I can say whatever the fuck I want. Since apparently, you don’t give two shits when it comes to me. You know, since you’ve kept the hugest secret of my life from me for twenty years!”

  “Please, don’t be so dramatic. You’re making a scene.”

  I laugh and it’s a maniacal wail. “God! Shut the fuck up, Madeline! Lose the ice queen bit. You weren’t even going to tell me, your own child, that the cold, hard man she thought was her father her entire life, actually isn’t? That there might be someone out there who is responsible for the warmth, the emotions that I have inside of me. Because, clearly, I didn’t get any of that from you. And apparently, I got nothing from him.”

  “For all intents and purposes, he is your father. He provides you with this life, gives you anything you might want …”

  “It’s always about the status, the money with you people. I don’t care about any of that! Does he know? That he’s not my father?”

  “Of course, he knows. You don’t look a thing like him, Kelsey Elizabeth.”

  I run my fingers through my hair, trying to process and slow my heart that threatens to burst from my chest. “What about my real father, does he know?”

  “Well, yes, and he—”

  “Stop.” I don’t know if I am ready to know anything about him. For my entire life, I thought that these robots had brought me into this world. That my quirks were just luck, that my emotions and personality are things I crafted for myself.

  The fact that there is someone out there who might have the same humor, the same foxlike nose? Does my real father like old John Wayne movies? Is he just as in love with animals as I am?

  If so, I want to meet him.

  But on the opposite side, what if he is worse? What if Hugo and Madeline look like Mr. and Mrs. Brady compared to my real father? What if he’s colder, meaner than the father I have known my entire life? I just can’t handle that. I’ve been disappointed by the people who raised me, and I can’t add a third into the mix.

  “Just go,” I speak deadly quiet, but she’s a fool not to hear the threat in my tone.

  “I think you need to hear what I came to tell you,” she says but starts replacing her gloves back onto her hands.

  “If I ever want to know the entirety of this life-altering thing you made the decision to keep from me forever, then I will let you know. But for now, leave. Get out of my life, don’t contact me, and tell that man who was supposed to raise me as his own that I never want to see his face again.”

  I hear her heels in the dirt as she walks away, not even bothering to plead with her own daughter to let her stay in my life. Typical.

  Fur rubs at my chin, and I feel Dorothy snuggle up to me, allowing me to put my arms around her. I feel the tears come and feel them matte her fur. Big fat ugly sobs that wrack my body. Once they start, I can’t seem to stop them.

  16

  Kelsey
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  Clint pushes into me again with more force, the mattress frame hitting the plaster wall and probably making a dent.

  “You like that?” he growls in my ear. I feel the steamy wetness from his breath as he buries his cock deep inside of me once more.

  All of this should turn me on. My sex-on-a-stick fuck buddy/best friend is plundering my treasure trove. But sadly, I just can’t get out of my own head. This isn’t happening to me. It can’t be.

  I give a noncommittal shrug and Clint looks hurt for a split second before pulling out and flipping onto his back.

  “Ride me.” His long, lean body takes up most of his king-size bed. Sweat glistens on those abs I usually like to lick, and his massive stiffy sticks straight up, waiting to be mounted.

  I comply, psyching myself up and trying to focus on the sapphire eyes piercing my body right now. My thighs straddle his, and they’re so big that my knees barely touch to the bed I’m spread so wide. I let myself slide down as Clint grabs my hips, digging his fingers in, and we both gasp at the fullness.

  “It’s your saddle, cowgirl. Show me what you can do.”

  Damn, he’s even taking dirty talk to the next level to get me to come. I appreciate his effort, but as soon as I grind myself back and forth a couple times, I know it’s not going to happen.

  I hang my head as I prop my hands up on his chest. “This never happens. Fuck.”

  I’m fully aware I sound like a teenage boy unable to get any wind in his sails. But it just doesn’t. I always come during sex, whether it’s with the help of my partner or not. I’ve never had a problem. Then again, I’ve never not been able to focus on the one thing I’m really, really good at.

  “What can I do?” Clint senses my distraught.

  “Talk to the orgasm gods and tell them to give me mine back?” I joke as I collapse onto his chest, his dick still fully buried inside of me.