Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1) (9 page)

“Take them off,” I ordered.

She wasted no time in sliding her hands to her hips and pushing the silky panties away from her body. I helped her with them until they were off her feet and then turned back to what she had just uncovered.

Her soft pink folds were swollen and plump, her clit opened with her beautiful pearl exposed. I touched her sensitive flesh there, circling the bundle of nerves while she moaned and squirmed beneath my touch. My finger slid between her folds, spreading them open to expose the delicate pink flesh surrounding her opening. Her skin glistened with the juices that flowed from between her legs, and her scent was so delicate, I needed a taste.

When I plunged my tongue into her, she moaned and squirmed as I consumed her, needing more. I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her from the mattress, pulling her harder into my mouth. Her body shook as I sucked her clit, grazing it with my teeth, letting my tongue glide across it with random flicks. Her legs clamped tight around my head, her hand gripping my hair as she let out a loud moan and began to tremble.

By the time she was screaming my name, my cock was hard and ready for more. This time what it craved from the start.

I took my time exposing her beautiful breasts, her flat stomach, and the cutest belly button I’d ever seen. I leaned down and kissed it softly. “Do you want me to fuck you or make love to you?”

I already knew the answer, her body language told me she wanted to be fucked, but I wanted to hear her innocent lips form the words.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

I raised onto my knees and felt like a beast as I looked down at her, stroking my cock with one hand, the other moving between her legs again, my fingers sinking deep inside.

“Turn over,” I demanded, and her pupils dilated at my command.

She followed my orders, exposing her plump round ass and that sexy deep curve in her back. I ran my finger down the curve and between her ass cheeks, playfully teasing her puckered hole before reaching my prize.

“Raise that pretty pussy in the air for me,” I ordered.

She gasped then sighed, letting out another soft moan. I knew she loved when I gave her orders, so as she pushed her ass high in the air and spread her legs to expose the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen, I rewarded her with the tip of my cock sliding inside, but then quickly took it away.

“You sure you want this cock?” I asked, slapping her ass, then rubbing away the sting, watching the white flesh turn pink.

“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back into me, wanting more.

“Show me how bad you want it,” I said and pushed just the tip back into her pussy. She pushed back hard against me, but I pulled away so she couldn’t send me deep inside. I was teasing her, and she loved it. Her body pushed against me again, and this time, I allowed her to take me a bit deeper. I continued teasing her until she became aggressive.

“Yes, that’s what I like, baby,” I gasped as she slammed back hard, her ass cheeks slapping into my pelvis, shaking my balls in a violent rumble, causing my cock to throb.

Her body tightened and trembled violently, and mine quickly followed suit. Cum blasted from the tip of my cock, pulsing deep inside of her as I watched her pussy lips contracting around my satisfied dick.

I caressed her soft ass cheeks and then her back as I pulled out from her warmth. “I love you,” I said and rolled off the bed to grab a towel. We had made quite a mess, but we were both too exhausted to care and fell asleep in each other’s arms, sharing the wet spot.

Holly showed up around seven the next morning. Whitney’s phone went off about an hour before that, then she left the bed to open the front door.

Wow, she made it all night. I was impressed.

Practice was about to start, and I knew if I wanted any hot water for my aching muscles I had to move quickly. While they were gabbing in the living room, I rolled out of bed and took a quick shower. I packed my duffle and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt before entering the drama zone.

“He was such a gentleman,” Holly said to Whitney as they finished up their conversation.

“A gentleman? Ace?” I asked. “Or did you meet a new guy last night?” I couldn’t help the chuckle that fell out of my face, it was already there and wasn’t stoppable. Even when Whitney glared at me.

“Yes, he’s nothing like what the reporters say,” Holly defended him further.

Oh, now I know we aren’t talking about the same Ace.

He banged that brunette before we left the club though. Maybe he found a couple more to defile before he actually left with Holly. “So, he didn’t even put the moves on you?” I asked.

Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink and her eyes glistened. “I didn’t say that,” she teased. “But, his love making was very sweet, very sensual.”

Okay, I was in no mood to listen to details about how Ace Newman fucked, or how Holly described it —
making love.
She must have gotten seriously drunk and gone home with the wrong dude.

“I’m running late for practice, gotta go,” I announced and gave Whitney a quick kiss on the top of the head before running out the door.

Before I could make it to the locker rooms to change, Coach Griffin pulled on my arm and guided me towards the wall, out of the way of the other players. His eyes were serious and his stance stern. I wasn’t sure what I did, but it looked like I was in hot water.

“How’s the city treating you?” he asked.

I relaxed. He was just checking on his investment. “Oh, yeah, fine. I like it here.”

“But, your girl, she just got here, right?” he asked, his dark eyes boring a hole through me.

“Whitney, yes,” I answered, confused about his line of questioning.

What did I do?
I wanted to ask him.
Tell me so I can get ready to pitch.

“You’re a good kid, Calvin, and I’ve seen many just like you get swallowed up in it all.” His eyes were filled with fatherly concern.

“Thank you, Coach, I’ll be fine,” I assured him.

After an awkward silence, I smiled and turned to walk away. His hand was on my arm again. I turned and waited for him to finish what he had to say.

“By ‘it all,’ I mean drinking, partying, women. After the scrimmage today, the paparazzi will be all over you. It can become overwhelming and can even go to your head. And the company you keep has an influence on you, even if you think you’re smart enough not to let it… it always does,” he warned.

Shit. What has he heard?

“You’re right, Coach. I’ll do my best,” I promised, not liking the feeling of being lectured. I’d had enough of that from my dad over the years.

“This season is about to start, and I need you fresh, so keep your nose clean, boy,” he said and then smiled, his eyes lightening from the seriousness they held during his speech.

I agreed and made my way into the locker room. I knew exactly who he meant by the company you keep.
How did he know who I’d been hanging with?

“What was that all about?” Ace asked, nodding towards the coach.

“He just wanted to make sure I could handle all this,” I replied, leaving out all of Coach’s warnings.

“Well, you thought you were famous before, kid. If you throw well today, it’s all about to change,” Ace said as he slapped me hard on the back.

I had noticed the cameras outside the locker room and heard some of the guys talking about this scrimmage being televised. Everyone was eager to see the new team in action, so this was it… my first step to stardom.

“Man, I hope I can make it through today,” Ace said. “That Holly chick is a wild cat, kept me up all night long,”

I really wasn’t interested in hearing any details. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“No, you don’t understand. She had me holding her against the wall, upside down, and no matter how hard I fucked her, she couldn’t get enough,” he continued attacking my ears without my consent.

It certainly didn’t sound like he had been a gentleman, but it wasn’t my place to judge. They both seemed happy, even if their stories didn’t quite match.

“You must have enjoyed it. After all, you let her sleep over.”

He laughed. “Oh no, there was no sleeping.” He was still laughing to himself by the time I’d dressed and was tying my cleats.

The next two hours were a dream come true. Everything that could go right, did. I threw the hell out of the three innings I pitched, allowing no runs, striking out one player after another. I even held my own at the plate, cracking one over the wall and landing a single from a perfectly placed bunt. I was proud of them both and still couldn’t believe I was able to even hit the damn ball. That thing came at me like a freaking freight train.

Following the scrimmage, microphones were stuck in my face, and I frantically attempted to remember the lines the PR team of the Beasts had coached me to remember.

Proud to be part of this club, just want to give them everything I have.

It’s a team effort.

Got lucky at the plate.

Glad I could help the team.

Bullshit like that.

What I wanted to do was whoop and holler, high five every person in the room. I did it! I fucking rocked my first real experience in the majors! No, it wasn’t an official game, but to me, it might as well have been the final game of the World Series.

Coach wasn’t lying about the paparazzi. After portions of that scrimmage game was televised, and the papers plastered my face all over the front page —
the pitcher with the golden arm
— it was impossible to go anywhere without cameras shoved in my face, balls pushed towards me with pens for autographs, and of course, women falling all over me.

I had to admit, there was something about it that appealed to me, but Whitney hated all the attention and kept saying she couldn’t wait until things settled down, and we could get our lives back.

I hated to tell her things would probably only get worse, so I didn’t.

Holly decided to stick around for the week, which kept Ace preoccupied trying to satisfy her at night and gave Whitney someone to sit with during the day while we practiced. I loved having her in the stands watching us play, but I knew all the women hanging around made her jealous. The other benefit to Ace being preoccupied was the fact he wasn’t tugging on my arm to go out and party with him, something I knew drove Whitney wild, and not in a good way.

“Hey, Calvin,” a female voice called from the stands. I turned and looked just in time to see a large set of breasts exposed for my benefit. Red paint tainted her skin to match my number — 10 — with the zero perfectly placed around her nipple. I smiled, laughed, and then felt the heat of Whitney’s eyes on me. Ace danced around the field like a fool, playing it up for all the ladies and egging the blonde to continue lifting her top.

I gave Whitney a quick kiss before I headed into the locker room. Her lips were tight and her body tense, so I knew she wasn’t pleased about the cheering from the ladies, mainly the one who exposed her massive tits at least seven times before the coach intervened.

“I’ll be quick,” I promised and then ducked into the locker room.

“Hey, hot shot!” Ace yelled out as I opened my locker. “You in trouble?”

I shook my head, not in the mood for one of his lectures on why I should be single.

“I think your girl was pretty pissed off about those titties,” he teased.

“She’s fine,” I lied, knowing good and damn well she was anything but fine. I would hear about it later, I always did. It was getting old and sometimes I actually thought about what Ace said on the field during practice.

Single men don’t get bitched at when women flash their tits, they get laid!

As expected, Whitney wanted to
discuss
the woman on the field. “Why didn’t the coach remove her?” she scolded. “That’s indecent and distracting.”

Indecent, no. Distracting, sure.

“Can we just have a good time tonight?” I begged. I knew the exhaustion in my voice was another issue we would
discuss
later, how I didn’t understand where she was coming from and that my attitude made her feel like a nag.

Well, if it quacks like a duck, and it looks like a duck, it’s probably a fucking nag!

“Holly’s leaving tomorrow, so we’re going to have a great night, and then I get you all to myself,” I said, hoping to interject some happiness back into our conversation. “It’s been rough having to share you.”

“Yeah, I have to share you
all
the time,” she snapped, the words flying at me like a whip. It pissed me off, especially when I looked down at another new outfit she’d bought. Two thousand bucks for a pair of shorts, a top, and some shoes. It made me want to snap back at her, remind her that her
sharing me
was keeping her well fed and dressed.

Finally, we were back at the apartment and out of the car where it felt like I was being suffocated. Here, I could sit and relax in front of the TV for at least an hour while she frantically got ready for our night out. Holly was at Ace’s — all her stuff was moved there a few days ago — so he couldn’t say they weren’t sleeping now. He was actually letting her stay the night, a rule that he once said couldn’t be broken.

“I won’t be long,” she promised.

“Take your time, baby,” I said, meaning
take extra time, please.

I fell onto my recliner and pushed the power button on the remote. ESPN was on, and shots of our recent scrimmage were playing as the hosts were arguing over our chances to make it to the playoffs, or possibly even winning it.

“This new pitcher, Calvin Malone, he was born and raised in cow country. That boy is grass fed and ready to roll with a golden arm and an eagle eye. He’s going to take them all the way,” one of the hosts boasted.

“He’s young, naïve, and I bet this city eats him alive before they even start the season,” the other argued.

I clicked the power button off and tossed the remote onto the coffee table. I could hear the shower running in the other room. I’d taken one in the locker room, but I felt the urge to slip in and help Whitney with hers. I slid off my shorts and pulled my t-shirt over my head. My erection was about half-way there, and as I pulled open the curtain to her beautiful, soaking wet body, it peaked to its full potential.