Sweet Spot (10 page)

“Oh,” she actually winks at me. “I plan to.”

Fuck. My. Life. I scramble for a pillow and rest my head on it for a better view. My cock has sprung back to life, hard as a rock. She runs her soft hands down my damp shaft and furiously jacks me off while sucking on the head. It’s rough, it’s sexy, it feels so goddamn amazing.

Her body may be a tight land of newly exposed sensations, but she definitely knows her way around a dick. Each lick and suck sends electricity through my whole body. I may have been tired a few minutes ago, but now my entire being is alert and into this blow job.

Her head bobs around my cock and she gives me sexy bedroom eyes. She expertly maneuvers around me, sucking and licking, moving her head and changing angles. And then she drags her teeth along the length of my cock and I want to propose right then and there.

I thrust into her mouth and she keeps up with my pace, letting my cock hit the back of her throat while she takes me whole. Her hair tangles around my hands and I guide her head up and down my cock until I can no longer hold myself in.

Ally swallows every drop I give her and licks me clean again. I fall backwards on the bed, fully dead and limp. She laughs gently and curls back into me.

“You’re huge.” She tells me.

My turn to laugh. “Is that right? I mean, I am, sure, but—”

Ally rolls her eyes. “You guys are ridiculous. But yes, your dick is giant.”

“Are you still mad at me?” I push the hair out of her face and kiss her forehead.

“I’m thinking about it.”

“What about we sleep on it?” I’m feeling heavy and exhausted. Two orgasms in one night? Fucking high-five.

We stumble to the head of the bed and curl under the covers. I forget about everything going on in the rest of the world and only focus on this amazing girl in my arms. I could fall asleep like this every night for the rest of my life, and it’s terrifying to think about. But she completes me, she’s my whole world. How could I not?

At some point, we drift off to sleep and my dreams are filled with her and our future life together. Walking hand in hand down the beach, fucking as the waves crash around us. Long road trips filled with laughter and dumb car games, because she would absolutely play along. Her cheering for me at all my games and victory sex in the club level boxes.

I get up around two in the morning to take a leak, and I’m thrilled to see she’s still there, asleep in my bed. No sneaking out when I’m asleep. My Ally is
here
. The weighty reality of the situation hits me, but I’m too tired to fight it. I slip back into bed and curl around her until she’s engulfed by me. Ally stirs slightly, just enough to press herself into me, and I fall back asleep feeling like everything in the world is finally right. We’ll find a way to make everything work. We have to.

And I will do anything and everything for her. The rest of the world can wait—for now, it’s just us.

M
orning slowly infiltrates
my bedroom through the blinds, creeping along my bed until it’s right in my freaking eyes. I groan and slam a pillow on top of my face. I’m not ready to be awake, not ready to face the day. A body moves next to me and I throw the pillow across the room; there’s no reason not to wake up now. She’s still here. Still.

How did I get so lucky?

“Good morning,” she murmurs, a sleepy smile on her face. “How did you sleep?”

“Next to you?” I kiss her shoulder and pull her in closer. “Amazing.”

“It was really nice.” She snuggles into me. “You’re very cuddly.”

“You’re very beautiful.”

Do you know how rare it is for me to have someone stay overnight? Fucking rare. That someone is here while I’m rocking morning wood is…well, let’s say I’m more than a little overjoyed at the idea. I kiss her shoulder and up her neck, tender kisses on her soft skin. She’s got hickeys again and I’m more than thrilled at the marks. And more than concerned.

She’s mine, and everyone will know she’s taken. But everyone will include her father. Now is not the time to worry about it, though. There is some, uh, pressing business.

“Aren’t you a little frisky this morning?”

“It’s not often I get to have a super sexy woman in my bed in the morning.” I flip her to face me. “It gets me a little excited.”

Bless this beautiful creature, her hands go straight for my hard cock and she murmurs a note of surprise.

“Care to break me into morning sex?”

I don’t have to be asked twice. I practically had the condom out of the package before she asked. She slips it on for me and pulls me in for a kiss. I duck out of her embrace and kiss down her chest to her breasts and lavish them with my mouth much like I did the night before. I suck and lick her pert nipples until her breath catches.

My fingers make sure she’s wet enough before I climb on top of her and part her legs with my foot. She’s deliciously wet. I slide right into her and she gasps at the sudden fullness of me. We move together slowly, kissing instead of fucking. Her hips rock in time with mine and it feels amazing.

This feels so right, crowned by the early morning sun. We make love in the glowing light, our lips never separating. I swallow all her moans and she swallows mine. Our bodies rock together in a tight rhythm and I don’t bother withholding myself from orgasm this morning—I want to enjoy it as it comes.

Under my touch, her breath jumps and dips and soon she’s clawing at her hair. “Oh, Kemp,” she moans, which is my new favorite sound on the whole goddamn planet. “Oh, God, Kemper. You’re going to make me come.”

I drop my head to her ear and whisper, “Come with me, beautiful. Come all over my hard cock. Come with me. Let your pussy shake and quake around me.”

All I did was suck on her earlobe, and she explodes under me. The contractions in her cunt electrify my cock and I give in to the motions. She gasps and fucks me hungrily as she comes and soon I’m right behind her, grunting and panting. It’s sweaty and passionate and everything mornings should be full of.

“God,” she murmurs as we come down from the flight of orgasms. “That was so good.”

“I would do this every day if I could.”

“You should.” And she looks at me like we have more to talk about.

But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for more fighting and facing demons we can’t possibly tackle. So I kiss her and say, “I need to shower.”

“I’ll join you.” She still has that look on her face. Challenge accepted.

I run the water hot and brush my teeth before she slips in with me. Devilish girl has a toothbrush with her. Like she was planning this. Or she’s one of those girls with a million things in her purse. I mean, you just never know. I’d like to believe she planned to stay here instead of impale me with random objects from my house.

We move in a weird dance of morning preparations, not talking. It’s…comfortable. Like I could do this every day. I know people get these wild ideas during the freshly sated moments after a good orgasm. That’s just biology.

My oldest childhood friend, Nathan, once accused me of being a love addict.

“Only during sex,” I corrected him.

But this, with Ally? It feels real. No matter how many times I remind myself to stay away, all I can think about is being with her and saying fuck the world who wants to keep us apart. She’s fought so hard to stay with me. Only a goddamn idiot would give this up.

Unfortunately, I’m a notoriously idiotic goddamn idiot.

Ally steps into the shower and disappears in the steam. I can barely see her outline through the glass but my cock jumps at the image of her mere silhouette. At this rate, I’m going to collapse from sexual exertion. Well, there’s worse ways to go.

I step in behind her and immediately, my hands are drawn to her slick figure. My cock slides between her legs and she jumps.

“Are you always this frisky?”

“Around you?” I murmur in her ear and let my hands roam around her soapy breasts. I massage them. It’s just cleaning, right? “Usually.”

“Do
you
touch yourself and think of me?”

“God, yes.” I nibble gently on her shoulder and one hand drops down to her pussy. I run my fingers across her lips. More cleaning. She parts her legs a little more to let me in. I can’t stop my hips from thrusting against her. “I wish I could just fuck you all day, every day.”

“That sounds exhausting.” She leans back and rests her head against my shoulder, allowing me full access to her body. “And like a terrible way to make a living.”

“I would make a million sex tapes with you and we’d live forever in comfort.”

She laughs and it sounds like music. “Is that right?”

“Every day.” I turn her to face me and pick her up to sit at my waist. Using the bathroom wall for leverage, I slip my cock into her waiting pussy and groan with delight as I slide in. Sex in the shower is the best. Everything is so hot and steamy and slippery and wet.

And the magical moans pour from her lips. Like she can’t get enough of me. Like she, too, could do this all day every day. I would give up my life to make her come every day.

I just might.

We move slowly because the shower is slippery, but it’s an intense session of love. Her fingernails dig into my back as I fuck her, and she bites on my earlobe, which I love. The only disappointment is I didn’t come prepared with a condom and I can’t come inside her, even though I desperately want to.

She continues to dig her nails into my back and moan my name in my ear. Her pussy is tight as hell at this angle and another orgasm builds quickly, wrapping its arms around my stomach and chest.

I have never felt closer to someone in my entire life. Which is why I open my goddamn mouth and say those three tiny words that mean so much.

And we froze. Or, rather, I froze. Out of sheer terror.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Just fuck me,” she whispers back.

“But I—”

“Kemper Fife.” She raises her voice. “Why do you think I came over last night?”

“Because you wanted to hit me?”

“Because I…” she swallows and my heart jumps in my throat. “Just fuck me.”

Renewed, I press myself tighter against her and use her hips to move on my cock. We’re loud as hell in here, our moans and grunts echoing off the tile walls. We come to a soapy climax together. I pull her hair and bite her neck as I fuck her through it, my whole body melting into hers. She draws blood on my back and I don’t care. I don’t care about anything anymore, except that this slice of heaven, this sweet spot in my life, has basically admitted she was in love with me.

With me! The dumbass fuckwad who has made a million mistakes and charms the damp panties off a dozen girls in the bars of foreign cities. The dumb fuckwad whom the whole city is watching. And she loves me.

We clean up in the shower and get dressed. She’s got a towel wrapped around her damp hair in that weird towel turban thing all girls seem to do. Ally marches out into my kitchen and makes coffee, not saying a word.

I just follow her. We’re on her terms now. She pokes around my kitchen silently until she finds my K Cups and two mugs.

“Should I order breakfast?”

“Coffee is breakfast.”

She makes me smile constantly, like a goddamn fool. And I love it. I love her.

I love her.

“Do you take yours black?” she asks. I nod and she passes it over. Then she dumps like a cup of sugar into her own mug and walks into my living room. I follow. We sit for a few minutes in silence before she clears her throat. “Are you ready to talk to me?”

“Will you let me silence you with my cock again?”

“Nope.”

I pretend to sigh. “Then I guess so.”

But really? Dammit.

“What do you want from me?” Ally stares at me. “You tell me we can’t be together, but then you fuck my brains out. You’ve given me six orgasms in the last ten hours.”

I high-five myself. She rolls her eyes, but smiles. Hell yeah, can’t be mad at the man who just rocked her world. Repeatedly. “The problem isn’t what I want, it’s how what I want conflicts with the rest of my life.”

“Tell me what you want.” She’s curled up in the couch next to me, feet tucked under her. “You wanted me to tell you what I wanted last night. It’s your turn.”

“That’s not fair. We were having sex when you told me.”

She flushed bright red and buries herself in her coffee cup. Her furrowed eyebrows, however, are telling me this is important.

“Fair enough.” I clear my throat. It’s so much easier to bare my soul when we’re naked. Shit. “I want you, Ally. I want to spend all my time with you. I want to shirk all my responsibilities and spend every minute with you. But—”

“No
buts
. Please. Let’s just…we’re not there yet. I understand the adversities we’re facing. I just…I just want us to get on the same page first.”

“You have to understand where I’m coming from, Ally. You have to understand what I’m working against.”

“Don’t you what to know what I want?”

I pop my fingers and take another sip of coffee. “I think I know what you want. But Ally—”

“Stop. For the love of God. Please.” Ally puts down her coffee cup and scoots over one couch cushion, closing our gap. “No more, Kemp. I understand the risks we both face, but I think it’s worth it.”

“I’m too old for you.”

“That’s stupid. I’m old enough to choose.”

“I play baseball, Ally. I’m gone most of the year for away games or spring training. The wives have a really hard life waiting around for us.”

“We’re not married, I’m not asking to be married, and you think I don’t understand the lifestyle? My dad is the fucking coach.”

I wince. “I know.”

Ally is up on her knees and crawls over to me. Her soft hands cup my face. “Kemp, I love you.”

It steals my breath. I can feel my heart rattling against its cage and my head go light as air. I knew it, I did. But to hear them come from her lips was something…different. Powerful.

“I have loved you since that first day in the hospital, when I watched you open up your heart to those kids and allowed yourself to feel. When I watched you break down your self-imposed barriers and connect with someone you were clearly guarded from. I have watched you for years on the team, Kemp. I don’t want to sound like some creepy girl with a stalker crush, but I’ve watched you develop as a human. I’ve watched the pain you’ve undergone and the strides you’ve taken to overcome that pain.”

I snort. “Right, like spending time in jail and having to make a solemn oath to everyone in this entire city at a press conference about how I’m going to clean up my act?”

“It just made me feel for you more. I understand you have to do it, but you didn’t fight it. You accepted responsibility. You’ve stayed out of bars. Everyone knows your oath, Kemp, but it doesn’t apply to me. I’m not a fling. I’m not some hussy from the bar—”

“I know several girls who would resent that remark.” I wink at her, trying to lighten this up, suddenly panicked at what’s happening. She smiles, but isn’t deterred.

“I don’t apply to the situation. I’m
good
for you, Kemp. We’re good together. You stay clean, I give you what you need.”

“I’m not using you for sex.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” I stare at her in the eyes. “Do you know I’m not using you?”

She smiles shyly. “You did tell me you loved me in the shower.”

“In the middle of us having sex.”

Her face falls. “You only said it because we were having sex?”

“No!” I want to punch myself in the dick. “That’s not what I mean. I meant it when I said it. I’ve already told you, Ally, I wish I could spend every day with you. I love you. I love you more than I can express. You’re the girl I’d want to take home to meet my mom if she were still here, the girl I’d want to shower with flowers and buy expensive jewelry for every holiday and anniversary. I want to make love to you twice a day and four times on Sunday. I want you forever, Ally.”

Tears glisten in her eyes. “I knew you loved me.”

“How could I not? You are everything I want in a woman. You are everything I didn’t know I needed. You’re gorgeous and sexy and funny and so impossibly sweet. I love everything about you, Ally.”

My phone in the kitchen goes off, a total mood killer. I ignore it.

“You are so amazing, Kemp.” She puts her hands on my face again. “You are worth every hard thing out there. You are worth dealing with my dad. You are worth facing the public. You are worth having our dates followed by paparazzi. You are
worth
all of that to me.”

“What are we going to do about your dad, Ally?”

Now it’s her phone’s turn to go off, across the room, next to her purse.

“Do you need to get that?”

“This is more important.” She waves it off. “I can talk to my dad.”

“He seemed pretty adamant about killing whoever touched you.” I grimace. “He’ll never be okay with it.”

“Let me talk to my dad, okay. He is my responsibility. I will talk to him and explain everything. Trust me on this Kemp, please.”

Both of our phones go off again, only hers is a ringtone, some country song about a girl and her daddy. Dread fills me.