Throwing Love #3 (The Throwing Love Romance Series - Book #3) (4 page)

“Well, I hope you plan on sharing.”

I smiled. “Of course.”

I sipped at my wine.

“I'm glad to see you happy, Emmi. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, girl.”

Connie was right; I was probably worrying for nothing
– as I often did. There was no point in worrying about how fast we were
moving, what was done was done and the truth was we were very happy. So it was
time to just enjoy the moment for once and let the rest take its natural
course.

My grin grew wider as I saw my chocolate soufflé coming
towards the table.

Chapter Seven

I had drunk almost a pot of coffee that morning during my
studies and I still was nowhere near done. I would have a few more hours ahead
of me of hitting the books for the test I had that week. I sipped at my coffee,
feeling guilty at the thought of making another pot. I would be wired for sound
at that point, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do to keep focused on
studying.

The homework in the classes was overwhelming at times and
the tests were even worse. It was a struggle to get through it at times, but
that was what coffee was for – sweet, precious coffee. It was how I got
through the days. I was sifting through some review notes for the test when I
heard a knock at my front door. I stared confused at my bedroom door, wondering
who on earth it could be. Yes, it was late morning, but that didn't mean that
it was normal for people to just stop by. Connie was at school, Bennett had
baseball practice, and my father was out of town. Those would be the only
people that would be visiting me at my apartment unannounced. So who could it
be? I was considering ignoring it, when a second knock sounded. I closed my
textbook and crawled out of bed. Heading out of my bedroom, I made my way to
the front door. I opened it and my mouth fell open, as well. There was Bennett
standing there with a smile on his face.

“Bennett, what are you doing here?”

I couldn't have been more confused.

“I came here to see you, silly. I missed you – I was
missing you like crazy actually, so I figured I would stop in and see what you
were up to.”

I knew that Bennett had baseball practice that morning, so I
was thoroughly perplexed as to why he was at my apartment. There had been no
cancellations. I would have seen him that night anyways, so I couldn't shake
the feeling that something was wrong.

“Well are you going to let me in?” he asked as he kissed me
on the cheek. I moved aside to let him in.

“Bennett, don't you have baseball practice? What are you
doing here? I'm pretty sure it's going on right now.”

“Ahh, I didn't feel like going today. They can handle things
without me for the day.”

“What are you talking about? That's your practice for the
games. You're in training.”

“I know, baby. But it's just one practice; really it's not a
big deal. I would rather spend the time with you, instead.”

I smiled, feeling flattered that he would blow off practice
for me. I didn't think it was a good idea, but I didn't know how to tell him
that without sounding like his mother. He shouldn't be blowing off practices
because they were important components to his training for the league. Plus, it
didn't look well to the coach or scouts that you weren't there on your practice
dates.

He looked so happy there in my apartment, though, that I
didn't want to ruin his mood, nor did I want us to get into a fight. He was a
big boy, surely he could determine if it was okay to miss a practice or not.
Plus, Connie was just telling me not to worry about stuff like that, to go with
the flow and enjoy today.

“Are you sure you shouldn't go?” I tried again.

“It's all good, Emmi. How about we go grab some lunch?”

Maybe it was just a whimsical break in the routine we had
been going off of lately. It didn't hurt to go have lunch with him, it was only
one practice and he had natural talent, so what did it matter?

“Sure, where would you like to go?”

Going out for a drink with Bennett turned out to be a great
idea. We had a delicious steak at a local steakhouse. It had been his choice,
of course. Lunch was fabulous, though; the salad tasted fresh and I treated
myself to the most delicious chocolate espresso cake. Two desserts in one week?
I would need to consider going for a run that night, just to be safe. I even
shared some of it with Bennett, however begrudgingly. We talked the whole time
about music and movies and books that we loved. He listened attentively to
everything I said and while talking to him, it often surprised how we could
just start feeling like we were just getting to know each other all over again.
I loved these long talks with Bennett. It made me think that I could have a
real future with someone I wouldn't grow bored of. I couldn't have been happier
that I met him. I had also completely forgotten about the fact that he skipped
practice and I was supposed to be studying, I was having such a great time.

After lunch, we just toured the city on foot, not knowing
where we were going or where we would end up. We visited bookstores and cafés
and went shopping at the sports store where Bennett purchased a few items for
his next practice.

The night was fabulous, as well. We stayed together the
entire time. My favorite part was just sitting on the bench outside of a store
and talking. When we finally ended up at my apartment, I was exhausted. I had
planned on sleeping in the next morning, and then heading into school for another
day of hitting the books.

We went straight for the bedroom, though, pulling off
clothes as we walked down the hallway. By the time I was at my bedroom, I was
stripped of all my clothing. I turned around and he stood behind me naked in
all his glory. His body was that of a girl’s daydreams. Chiselled from top to
bottom, his body was streamlined, his six pack his best feature, though I had
an affinity for a man’s arms. They just looked strong, like he could take on
the world. And he did every time he got on that pitcher's mound. I liked the
idea that he could take on anything; protect me if I needed him. He was hard
and ready for me – the most powerful part of his body.

He came to me and reached his hand around my neck to pull my
face towards him. A current ran through my body when my lips met his, and I
shivered deliciously despite myself. I was no longer tired; in fact I didn’t
care if I ever slept again.

“I want you, Bennett, right now. I want you inside of me.”

His mouth possessed mine once again and his tongue found
mine with urgency, claiming it for himself. I backed away from him and laid
down on the bed, spreading my legs open for him. He was beside himself with
passion and he began kissing my lips, face, and neck.

“I’m ready, baby. Don’t worry.”

He slid his hand between my legs to check and smiled when he
realized it was true. He pushed inside of me roughly, eliciting a cry from me.
My head went back, and he pushed into me rhythmically over and over again.

“Emmi, you feel good, sweetie, real good.”

I moaned with pleasure, I couldn’t get enough of his cock.
This man possessed my body with very little effort. I was a slave to the
pleasure he was giving my body. My mind swam in and out, and I thought I would
lose control when I came onto his cock.

“Yes, sweetie. Oh, Emmi, I can feel you.”

He bent forward, kissing my mouth and lingering for a few
more kisses, pushing inside me slowly. He began to pick up the pace, hearing me
cry out for him.

The pleasure he was giving me was immense. I had never been
touched like this before and I felt naughty around him, but it felt perfectly
right. He was my perfect match.

He rocked inside me, causing a tension to build up inside. I
knew I was about to orgasm again, and I cried out for him to join me. He
continued to pump himself inside me harder and harder as I swam in the most
amazing orgasm. It lingered longer than normal and I felt dizzy because of it.
He cried out above me as he joined in my orgasm, making the moment that much
more perfect for me.

“Wasn't today so much better than me going to practice?”

I laughed. “It sure was.”

He pulled out of me, and we lay side by side in bed. I
nuzzled tight into him enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.

We fell asleep that night in each other’s arms, and I
couldn’t remember a time I felt happier.

Chapter Eight

Although my Saturday had been amazing, spending all day and
all night with Bennett, it slowly became a habit. What was supposed to be a
onetime occurrence not only happened once again, but twice. He had missed three
practices in a row, and I was starting to get worried. He just kept showing up
at my place looking for things to do, and I literally had the same deer caught
in the headlights look every time. I didn't know what to do or why he was
behaving that way.

He continued to insist on spending all this time with me.
Although I was deeply flattered that our relationship was progressing so well
and that I clearly had a guy that adored me, I knew it was bad news for him to
be at my place instead of going to practice. It was actually pretty insane that
he wasn't seeing it himself.

We had argued the second time he missed over the situation
and I was loathed to have to do it again. I wasn't his mother, but I was
starting to feel like it. He was acting foolish, and it wasn't like we couldn't
spend time together after his practices.

He seemed so happy to be with me, though, that I didn't know
what to say to him when he showed up there the third time. I couldn't bring
myself to say anything again. He knew how I felt about it from our last
conversation and I wasn't sure why he didn't see how important practice was.
Yes, Bennett had a natural talent that allowed him to get away with more than
others, but three practices? It was just unheard of for a player to miss so much
time on field when he had the hopes of going pro.

I didn't want him to think I was pushing him away or didn't
want to spend time with him because that wasn't the case at all. I loved every
moment I had with him and that was why it was so hard to have those talks with
him. But I was starting to feel helpless because I didn't want him to mess up
his career because of me.

Normally I would have asked Connie for some advice, but I
couldn't do it this time. I knew exactly what she would say to me. That he was
doing something wrong and I needed to say something to him. She would tell me
he was being ridiculous and needed to get back on the field to practice. And I
knew all these things were true, I just didn't know how to tell Bennett. I felt
like I had already spoke my mind and he knew how I felt about it, so why keep
bringing it up? I didn't want those talks to push him away from me and never
come back.

I didn't know what to do, I just felt so helpless.

Chapter Nine

I looked at Bennett in dismay the fourth time he showed up
at my door on a Saturday morning. I knew damn well he was supposed to be at
practice, and I was beginning to think that he must be on some kind of
self-destructive path, though I couldn't imagine why he would be. This was his
dream, the one that he had been fighting for all this time. Through all those
allegations, he had been fighting for that very career and now he was risking
it just for some pillow talk with me – it just didn't make any sense.

“Bennett, what on earth are you doing here? This has gone on
long enough. You have to be at practice, this is your career. Why are you
missing the practices?”

He frowned. “Come on, babe. Don't be like that. I missed you
so much. As soon as I got up this morning, I was dying to see you. Why are you
making me feel bad?”

My heart melted a little. “Bennett, that is sweet as hell.
But seriously, what are you doing here? You can miss me during practice and
then come over.”

I was trying to stay as calm as possible, but I was totally
and completely freaking out on the inside.

“Please, Bennett.”

“Look, sweetheart, we don't have time for this right now. I
have set up a wonderful lunch for us and the reservation won't wait forever.
I'm not in the big times yet.”

“Reservation? What are you talking about?”

“Come on, get your things. Let's go, beautiful.”

I grabbed my purse and slipped on some sandals before he
whisked me out of the apartment without another word. I was speechless during
the whole ride to the restaurant.

“Where are we going?”

“Our special spot, of course.”

He was speaking about a restaurant we had been to a few
times recently that had the best lamb I had ever tasted. It had become our
special spot because we went there so regularly and they treated us so well.
The owner happened to be a baseball fan and treated Bennett like he was already
in the big leagues.

I considered bringing up the practice on the drive there,
but he seemed so excited about being with me that I felt bad at the thought of
criticizing him.