Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance (43 page)

She feels it, too. “
Junior
… I have to go…”

Fuck, I love the way she says my name.

“No, you don’t.” I press myself against her glistening folds.

“Junior…”
she sighs with pleasure.

I sit up and wrap my hands around her naked curves. Her nipples harden against my palms as I kiss her to taste the warm desire on her lips.

She melts in my arms, losing more of her will to leave with every hard inch of me she feels.

“What will it be, Ellie?” I ask. “Are you coming or going?”

She smiles. “Why not both?”

“Correct answer.”

I settle back against my pillows as she grabs another condom from my drawer. She sheaths me with it like a champ and impales herself on me, instantly breathing a soft moan as the inches slide inside.

I take her with slow, upward thrusts and she lays her palms on my chest to hold herself up as she rides me. She matches my speed, grinding and purring with each buck of our hips.

Her pussy is still so tight around me, even after the hard fucking I already gave her tonight. I groan with each massaging grip, climbing that hill faster than usual but if her eyes are any indication, she just might come before I do.

I slide a hand down her body and push my thumb against her sensitive clit to help her along.

She gasps. “Junior, don’t stop…” I intensify the grind, drawing a sharp moan from the bottom of her lungs.
“Faster…”

I oblige, flicking my thumb and pounding upward even harder. Her face contorts into an expression of sinful agony with closed eyes and an open mouth, signaling an upcoming orgasm that’s sure to make me ruin the inside of this condom.

“Junior—!”
she moans, nearly screaming. Her body freezes in place above me and her inner muscles claim my cock with quick spasms, forcing me over the edge as her nails claw into my skin.

White light tears my vision apart, blinding me as I come with her. She collapses forward to kiss me and our lips vibrate together with moans and grunts of satisfaction. I bury my nose in her hair to smell the mixture of her natural scent and her perfume and her shampoo — anything that will make me memorize every sensation of this moment.

Eliza slides off of me, her chest heaving up and down. “Okay…” she says after she catches her breath. “Now, I
definitely
have to go.”

She gets dressed and I throw on my jeans to cover up with before I lead her through the dark, silent house.

As we step outside, I spot Ty’s car in the driveway. “I didn’t even hear him come in…”

Her round eyes grow wider in the dim street lighting. “You don’t think he heard
us
, do you?”

“Oh, he most definitely heard
you
.” She halts and smacks my shoulder. “I’m kidding! Ty’s the deepest sleeper I’ve ever met. I bring girls in and out of here all the time, he’s never complained.”

She pauses. “Oh, really?”

“That… did not come out right,” I choke. “I meant that I
used to
—”

“Calm down, Junior.” She chuckles in the dark. “We both knew what this was.”

My body feels twenty pounds heavier. “Right… we’re just having fun.”

“Exactly.” She pops up onto her toes and lays a quick peck on my cheek. “Bye, Junior.”

“Bye, Ellie.”

I leave her at her car and she drives off down the street.

I linger on the porch until her car disappears from sight but I try to pretend I’m not. I pull the mailbox open to check inside even though I already know it’s empty. I bend over to adjust the welcome mat because it’s about thirty degrees off center.

Thirty degrees?
I guess Eliza was right when she said I’d actually learn something with her as my math tutor.

I step inside and run right into Ty’s judgmental face.

“What
the fuck
do you think you’re doing?” he asks, the whole truth flashing back at me.

“Checking the mail,” I claim.

“At three in the morning?”

“Is that weird?”

Ty shakes his head. “Cut the crap. That was Eliza Pierce, wasn’t it?”

I scoff. “Come on, man. She’s just my math tutor.”

“Oh, okay…”
His voice drips with sarcasm. “
Eliza Pierce
was in your bedroom all night, moaning at you to
solve equations
harder and faster?”

“Okay,
fine.
You caught us. We’re just having some fun. That’s it.”

“There’s having fun with girls and then there’s having fun with
Cary Pierce’s
daughter,
” he points out. “Only one of those things will get you kicked off the football team.”

“Coach is not going to kick
me
off the team, all right?” I laugh.

“I hope not because,
unfortunately
, we need your ass.” He steps back, his head sagging with disappointment. “Don’t let a few late-night
study sessions
blow this entire season for the rest of us.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

Ty takes off back to his room but I linger behind in the darkness for a few more minutes.

I can’t really blame him for getting angry. Hell, I’d be just as pissed off if I were in his shoes.
Hands off Eliza Pierce
. It’s an easy, simple instruction but as Eliza the Tutor could easily tell you, following instructions isn’t my strongest suit.

But Eliza and I are just having fun. She confirmed as much a few minutes ago. No strings attached. Just good, old-fashioned, casual sex.

When the coach told me to stay away from her, he could have meant not to
date
her. We’re not dating so we should be in the clear, right?

I slink back to my room and the temporary comfort the thought brings me disappears. The place still smells of her. That flower perfume lingers on the walls and my bedsheets. Her moans of pleasure and laughter still echo in my ears.

It could all come crashing down at any moment. The mere thought of that burns. Every ounce of victory and satisfaction in me is instantly displaced by nagging guilt and doubt but it doesn’t change a damn thing in the end.

I plop down onto my desk chair and twitch as something soft breaks my fall. I reach behind me and pull out that teddy bear from the arcade. It takes me back to that night and how cute she looked sitting in my car with it on her lap. It’s just a stupid stuffed animal but it makes me grin like a damn idiot every time I look at it.

I’d do it all again. I’d throw everything else away for a minute of her in my bed.

Does that make me an asshole?

Screw it. I’ll be an asshole then.

OCTOBER

Chapter 16

Eliza

“It’s over.”

I say it without blinking, without hesitation, and Junior stares back at me from the other side of his bed with a blank expression on his face.

“I don’t accept that,” he replies.

I try not to look down at his naked abs, the one distraction I don’t need right now. His bed sheet lies draped over his groin. I’m sure if he even sneezed just right it would fall down to expose his—

Focus, Eliza.

“I don’t care what you accept,” I whisper, forcing my eyes down to my shirt — or I should say
his
over-sized shirt that I’ve claimed as my own. “It’s over, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”

He sits up. “You’ve sung this song before, Nora. What makes this different than any other time you’ve run away from us in the last ten years?”

“It’s…” I clamp my jaw in frustration. “It’s the…
shit.
Line.”

Junior smirks and twists his wrist to flick the script open. “It’s the first time I’ve thought more with my head—”

“More with my head and not my heart!” I complete the line. “
Dammit.
Why can’t I remember that one?”

He tosses the script back down. “From the top again?”

I sigh with amused frustration. “You’re not even looking at the script.”

“I don’t need to anymore.”

“You have it memorized?”

“I guess.”

I kick his chest with my bare foot. “I can’t believe you know this scene better than I do…”

Junior cradles my foot in his hands, putting soft pressure against my arch. “Well, maybe if you didn’t end up with my cock in your mouth every time you came over to run lines, you’d know it by now.”

My jaw drops and he laughs. “
Wow
… you know what?” I take the opportunity to mess with him. “I think you’re right, Junior. Maybe we
shouldn’t
hook-up anymore.”

He drops my foot and points a finger at me.
“I didn’t say that,”
he argues. “I did not say that
at all
.”

“I see the light now, Junior…” I add more emotion to my voice. “Sex is a
bad
thing. It’s naughty and horrible for productivity.”

“But that’s the
fun
part…”

“It’s over,”
I say, taking it from the top.

He smiles and leans forward, letting the sheet gently slip off his naked groin. “I don’t accept that.”

“I don’t care what you accept…” I slide beneath him as he crawls up my body. “It’s over, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”

Junior shifts between my willing thighs. “You’ve sung this song before, Nora…” He crushes his lips against mine and I stretch towards his condom stash to grab one off the top. “What makes this different than any other time you’ve run away from us in the last ten years?”

“It’s the first time I’ve thought more with my head and not my heart,” I say, rolling the latex onto his stiff shaft. “This is the right thing for both of us, Danny. I know it.”

He adjusts my knees, pulling me closer to align us. “If this is right… then why does it feel so wrong?”

I moan as he pushes inside, stretching me out with every thick inch of him. “It feels wrong…” He rocks me with quick, firm thrusts and I twitch with pleasure. “It feels…
oh, fuck
, Junior, that feels good.”

He laughs. “That’s not your line.”

“I don’t care.” I raise my knees and he drapes them over his shoulders the way I like it. His tip presses against my most sensitive spot and my back arches off the mattress as I squirm on him.

Junior grins down at me. “Nora,” he continues, keeping hard, consistent thrusts, “I don’t give a good goddamn what your head thinks. All I care about is what that beautiful heart of yours feels.” He leans down, flashing his best, melodramatic eyes at me. “It feels the same as mine. I love you. I’ve always loved you since the day I saw you and I
refuse
to let you go.”

I laugh from the bottom of my gut. “You fucking show-off!”

He chuckles, breaking character. “I think I may have missed my calling with this whole
acting
thing.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think you’re handsome enough to be an actor,” I tease.

He halts his thrust. “Oh, those are some fighting words, Eliza Pierce.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

His eyes narrow, firing down at me with intense, playful revenge. “Okay, then—”

I laugh out loud as he takes hold of me and spins me around onto my stomach.

He’s back inside of me in seconds, entering me from behind as he pins me to the bed. I tremble, feeling the weight of his body against my back. He takes my hair in his fist and pulls my head up to expose my neck for his bites while pounding me hard and fast.

I grip the pillow beneath my head, moaning into it with each breath. His lips graze my ear and his warm breath tickles my spine.

“You going to take it back?” he teases, grinding me a little harder.

Fire burns inside, almost ready to explode. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing but pleasure falls from my tongue.

“Ellie…”
he chuckles.

He stops thrusting and I whine beneath him. “No, keep going—”