Strike (Completion Series) (13 page)

I snuck into Reed’s house that night. There was no chair or kinky play. He had me out of my clothes and flat on my back seconds after I entered his room. He barely controlled himself while I did my best to drive him beyond crazy.

After we were both exhausted, I l
ay in his arms, our hearts racing and breathing choppy. He talked me into letting him hire a driver until I had my license. We managed to discuss it without arguing, but really, it was me proving the point that I could be reasonable if he talked things over with me first.

I prodded the next conversation
. “Who handles your household bills?”

“My attorney or someone in his law firm.” He twirled my hair around his
fingers and rubbed strands of it under his nose every so often.

His sniffing my hair made me smile
, and I continued. “Do you want me taking that over or are you okay with them handling it?”

“You would do it
?”

“You’re paying me
, Reed, I’ll do what you need. I’ve readied a stack of unsigned papers for you. I can’t believe your lawyer lets you get away with that.”

“He yells
, believe me. He was my dad’s attorney too. He’s getting old and keeps telling me someone else in the firm will be taking over for him. I don’t think that’s a good thing.”

“Why
, because he babies you?” I tried pinching his rock hard ab.

“Yes
, he babies me. Complains and threatens to make me hire another law firm, but he usually gives in when I beg. I wasn’t the ace student in school like you, especially in math.”

“What kind of student were you?”

“Average. All I wanted was to play ball. I passed my classes so I was eligible for games. My mother hated average and I wasn’t beyond maintaining a C for spite either. College wasn’t much better. I’m not actually a dumb jock, just a lazy one.”

That had me smiling.
“Tell me about your dad.”

Reed tucked me closer against him. “He worked and traveled a lot
, but when he was home we did special things. During baseball season, everything centered around the game. I don’t think anyone knew as much about baseball as my father. He was always available on opening week and we would travel by plane to different opening-day games. A boy, hell, a boy in love with baseball couldn’t have it better.”

Reed stopped talking for a few minut
es and I let the quiet linger.

“I missed him
, though. I think I saw him about sixty days a year. It wasn’t enough.”

“Were your parents divorced?”

“Fuck no; that’s why my dad stayed away.”

“He couldn’t take you with him.”

Reed loosened his hold and turned toward me. “My mother would have had a fit. Not that she wanted me, but she used me to keep my dad miserable.”

“
You told me she didn’t like baseball.”

Reed let out an angry grunt. “She hated all sports
, but especially baseball.”

“Then how did you play?”

“Very carefully. She never stopped me from playing in school or Little League. It kept me out of her hair. High school was my turning point. My dad had a coach moved into the varsity position two years before I went into ninth grade. My dad was sneaky that way. The coach worked my ass off and I ended up with a scholarship when I graduated. My grandparents set up a trust for me and I received a large chunk of money when I turned eighteen. There was nothing my mom could do after that. I don’t think my father returned home after I went away to college. He never missed one of my games until he died of a heart attack my junior year. He never saw me play professionally, but to him, college was just as good. He wanted me happy.”

My heart was pounding. “Are you happy
, Reed?”

He didn’t hesitate
. “I am now, Jaycee. Since you broke into my house, I’ve been happy. Are you?”

I couldn’t answer immediately
, but he didn’t rush me. “In some ways I am, but I’m scared too. Nothing goes right forever, especially not like it’s happened since I met you. I want to finish college and have a way to support Bitsy and Jon. I want Jon to go to college and when it’s her turn, Bitsy too.”

“You know I can help with all of that.” My body tightened and he felt it. “But, I understand your need to do some of it on your own.”

“Thank you.”

“Have we talked enough for one night?” Reed’s voice had grown huskier.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You said all we do is fuck and I’ll admit
, it’s pretty much all I think about when you’re near, but I like talking to you too. A little bit.”

Laughter rolled through me. “A little bit?”

“I like doing this better.” His hand traveled between my thighs and his finger slipped into my wet pussy.

I groaned and pushed against his hand.

He whispered against my ear, “I want you to get on the pill and for us to get tested so I can stop using condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.”

He stopped all movement down there. “You never said anything.”

I couldn’t believe we were talking about this now. I wanted him to keep
moving his finger, and I was having trouble thinking coherently. “I didn’t want to get pregnant if something happened.”

Confusion entered his voice
. “What kind of something?”

This was a
nother division in our worlds. He had no idea what it was like living where we did. “I didn’t live in a nice neighborhood and I rode the bus. I couldn’t take a chance of being raped and getting pregnant.”

He
removed another condom from his nightstand and moved on top of me, finally looking into my eyes. “You’ll never worry about that again, Jaycee, I promise. Never again.”

His cock drove deep and he watched me while he rocked his hips. I made a humming noise when he hit
my g-spot and he continued to brush over it with long, smooth strokes. I dug my fingernails into his back as the heat built in my pussy.

He kissed me sweetly, which wasn’t what I wanted
and he knew that.

“Hold on
, baby.”

I did and within another minute, I was moaning his name and digging my nails in deeper.

“Come for me, baby; let go.”

I
screamed and his groans matched mine.

It was the perfect night.

We lay in each other’s arms again and I heard his breathing change as he fell asleep.

A week from now he would be gone and I didn’t know how I would live without him.

***

My driver’s training went well.
Bitsy and Jon seemed to adapt to their new schools and I whittled away at Reed’s paperwork. The week went quickly, nights in Reed’s arms much more so. It was finally Saturday and I was preparing for my first black tie dinner. To say I was scared shitless was underplaying the nausea in the pit of my stomach. My fingers shook as I tried to apply eyeliner and almost gave up.

“You’re beautiful
, sissy.”

Out of the mouths of babes.

“Thank you, Bitsy.”

I wasn’t in my dress yet
, just a bathrobe. I had on more makeup than I usually wore and my hair was curled and swooped up on my head with a large costume jeweled hair clip that Maggie loaned me after I showed her the dress. She was picking up Bitsy for a sleepover with her two granddaughters, and Jon was getting an evening alone that the poor kid never got, until now.

I finished the eyeliner and added mascara. It was time to put on the dress. I slipped off my robe and adjusted my strapless bra.

“It’s so pretty. You’ll be a princess.”

It wasn’t quite a princess dress because there was no sweeping skirt
, but to Bitsy it was. The material hugged my body and accented my breasts, showing them off to their fullest. Reed was a tits man and I’d give him something to salivate over.

Bitsy help
ed me smooth the material over my hips and legs. She stood still while I used her small shoulders to steady myself and slip on the shoes. I wobbled slightly with my first few steps and it only made me more nervous. I would surely fall flat on my face tonight.

The solid knock at the
front door had Bitsy running and throwing it open.

“She’s a princess
, Reed, and you look like a prince.”

I stood in stunned silence. Oh my hell, he was the most gorgeous man alive
. His black tux fit perfectly, embracing his broad shoulders in a way that made my breathing increase. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“You’re stunning
, Jaycee, though that doesn’t quite fit, but beautiful isn’t enough either.” His blue eyes had gone crystal as he took the words out of my mouth.

“You’re going to need to hold onto me tightly or I’ll fall off my shoes.”

He didn’t laugh. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’m not taking my hands off you the entire evening.”

My brother cleared his throat.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kids.”

Heat rushed to my face and I thunked my brother’s head, which only made him laugh. “Do you have plans
, big boy?” I teased back.

“Some friends are coming over and we’re watching horror movies.”

“No drugs, sex, or rock-n-roll.” It was an old joke of ours.

Jon’s face went serious. “I’ll manage two of the three, scout
’s honor.” He held up two fingers, which was another joke because it was supposed to be three.

Reed wisely didn’t comment on Jon’s night.
I’m sure he would have told my brother to go for all three. “Maggie will be here in about thirty minutes.”

I turned and gave Bitsy a hug and kiss. “Have fun
, sugar.”

“Can I take a picture of you and Reed?”

Reed picked her up and gave her a hug. “Absolutely, as long as you send it to me.”

B
itsy situated Jon’s phone while Reed put his arm around me and whispered in my ear, “You look good enough to eat.”

“Stop that, you’ll mess up my hair.”

“As long as I can mess it up afterwards I can wait.”

I was spending the night at Reed’s house.
An earlier conversation with Jon was embarrassing, but sleeping in Reed’s arms all night was worth it.

Half a dozen pictures later, we left.

Reed held my trembling hand in the backseat of the Rolls Royce he had hired and talked about baseball. I listened while trying to push down the need to vomit and heard only half of what he said. I knew Chi Chi and Sal would be there along with Clare and Dustin. They were my saving grace for the evening and I held tight to that thought.

“Relax and you’ll have a good time. This is for charity
, but also the last time for us to let off a little steam before spring training.”

“It’s easy for you
, but I don’t think I can relax.”

His chuckle in my ear was low and sexy, the jerk.

We pulled up to the El Diablo Hotel and exited the car onto red carpet. Flashbulbs went off while Reed kept his arm around my shoulders and ushered me inside. I heard him say a few words, but had no idea what. This was so not me. I didn’t belong in this world pretending I was rich.

Once past the front doors, we were shown to the grand ballroom. Reed gave our names to a waiter and he took us to our table. Relief swamped me when Chi Chi immediately stood and threw her arms around me.

“Love the dress. Who’s the designer?” she whispered.

“Umm, Macy’s
discount rack.”

She threw back her head and laughed. My knees felt weak and I really needed my chair.

“You’re priceless, Jaycee. We’ll have so much fun tonight.”

Reed waived the waiter off and pulled out the chair
for me that was next to Chi Chi. She took my hand when she sat down and added her warmth to my cold fingers. Reed made introductions to the other couple, Donovan Kelly and his girlfriend, Elly.

“Donovan’s our catcher. He’s also a solid hitter and can just about play any position if we’d let him.”

“Pour her some champagne, Reed. She needs that more than baseball lessons,” Chi Chi said a little too loudly.

Reed poured the sparkling drink for me and I took my first sip. Thank goodness it was a small one because the bubbles unexpectedly tickled my nose.

“Get the first one down, hun, and you’ll feel better.” Chi Chi to the rescue.

I took a larger sip now that I knew what to expect. After a few more, I
finally began to relax. Reed took my hand any time I put it in my lap and eventually Chi Chi let my other hand go, but not without a wink and smile.

Dinner was served, which was another ordeal because of the silverware.

Chi Chi noticed my consternation and whispered, “Start from the outside and move in.” Only a person who grew up like me could understand how overwhelming this was. “I told Reed to sit us together. I was where you were once and Clare helped me.” This time her whisper was low and only for my ears.

“Where are Clare and Dustin?”

“They’re at another table, but we’ll see them after the speeches. The uppity ups will take off and we can let our hair down a little.”

Reed spoke into my other ear, “You’re doing wonderful
ly, but eat some more so you won’t faint on me once I pull you to the dance floor.”

Panic.

“I don’t know how to dance.”

He kissed my cheek. “I’ll show you
, so stop worrying.”

This wasn’t going to work. At least I didn’t think so until my third glass of champagne and
then nothing seemed quite so important anymore. Reed’s hand moved between my legs, the tablecloth covering his actions. My dress had no give, but he pressed against my groin and I giggled.

“That’s better,” he said. “But we’ll hold off on more bubbly for a while.”

I thought that was funny too because it was bubbly and that was the perfect name. Men stood at the front podium and spoke about the coming season. I’d gone from scared to death and barely able to follow conversations to light-headed with the same result. Though now I didn’t really care.

After the speeches were made
, dessert was served. Reed put his hand on my cheek and turned me slightly after a few bites. He licked the side of my lip following it up with a quick kiss on my lips.

“You had a little bit of chocolate that I couldn’t resist.”

My fingers had a mind of their own and slipped across his thigh, moving between his legs. He didn’t stop me, so I grew a little bolder, pressing harder, loving the feel of him as his erection grew.

“You’re a teas
e,” he whispered.

“You started it.”

It was like we were in our own little world; however, the realization hit me that he would be leaving the next day.

“I don’t want you to go
.”

“I’m not going anywhere
, baby.”

He’d missed my point. “Tomorrow. I don’t want you leaving tomorrow.”

He didn’t say anything, but what could he say? I should have kept my feelings to myself, but the alcohol made me happy and sad at the same time. Truthfully, I didn’t know what I would do without him and that was stupid. I had my brother and sister, two jobs, and Maggie.

“May I have a little more
champagne?”

Reed poured me
another glass just as a band struck up a slow tune and Chi Chi stood with Sal.

“You two
going out to the floor?”

“In a minute,”
Reed answered for us.

“Drink up
; that’s all you’re getting.”

“My…you’re bossy.”

He laughed long and hard before leaning in so no one else could hear. “I’ll have myself under control in a few minutes, but later when we’re home you’ll pay for that hard on.”

“Promises, promises.”

“I’ve decided I don’t like that dress anymore. I can’t touch the things that need touching.”

“My tits are almost spilling out.”

“Yes, and they’re hard to resist, but seriously no more alcohol for you. I don’t want to scandalize my teammates too badly.”

I finished my drink and when Reed pulled me up, I wobbled a bit as the walls spun around me.

“Get your bearings. I’ve got you, baby.”

He did. Reed taught me a few dance moves
, unconcerned with anyone else, and made me feel like I was his entire world. For this one night, I think I was.

Chi Chi pulled me off to the bathroom a few dances later. “I wanted to say goodnight before Sal and I take off.”

“I thought you were staying to let your hair down a little.”

She positively glowed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be letting my hair down. Sal and I are heading to a private club on one of the upper floors
here at the hotel. Reed said maybe you two could join us another time; he has special plans for you tonight.”

Even drunk I was mortified. “I hope he didn’t tell you any details about his special plans.”

She laughed and said, “Don’t worry, chica, it’s written all over his face and yours. There’s not a person in that ballroom that doesn’t know exactly what you and Reed will be doing when you leave here.”

She hugged me and we walked back out. The alcohol made me forget my discomfort and so did Reed’s arms as he pulled me back out to the dance floor for some dirty dancing. The man touched me everywhere and didn’t seem to mind that we were in public. I soon noticed the other couples doing exactly what Reed
and I were doing. I gave up trying to stop him and enjoyed the fun.

S
nuggled up close to him on our trip home, he took complete advantage with wandering fingers. My breasts became his personal play toys and I didn’t complain when he pushed the material of my gown aside and leaned over me. The backseat of the car was dark and I was still buzzed. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I moaned softly against his hair. The ride was a little over thirty minutes. I was ready to explode by the time he arranged my dress back over my breasts.

“You’re
a tease, Mr. Baseball Man.”

His husky chuckle made me wetter. He took my hands and refused to release them. I was not happy that I couldn’t return the favor.

The loft lights were on, but I saw no signs of wild parties, so I didn’t object when Reed pulled me straight into his house and up to his bedroom.

“Trust me?” he
asked as he breathed against my neck.

I loved when he asked that because it meant my kinky Reed was back.

“Absolutely.”

“I bought a few things that I want to try.”

I didn’t know entirely why those words caused such a reaction, but my panties were no longer absorbent. Reed had no problem getting them off and appreciating my need.

“I like you wet
,” he said after my dress disappeared, though he left my heels on.

Bedstraps and Velcro cuffs were my surprise. Reed brought out more bubbly before leaning me back on the bed.

“I love your legs and the high heels are icing on the cake,” he said as he attached the cuffs around my ankles. He kissed my toes before spreading my legs and fastening the mattress straps to the ankle cuffs.

He stood back and looked at me before placing cuffs around my wrists, ignoring the mattress straps he’d secured; he put my hands above me. “Hold on tight and don’t let go or I
will strap your arms down too.”

I was breathing hard, trying to catch up with the sensation of everything he did
, and only managed a quick nod. With my legs spread, cool air met my drenched pussy, and I shivered. Reed poured champagne into a tall glass and spilled a little into my belly button, making me squirm and giggle. His tongue intensified the tickling sensation and he laughed with me until he poured the champagne over my pussy and let the cold liquid drip into my folds. His hot tongue moved lower and my hips rose from the bed. He resituated himself until his heavy forearm could press against my stomach, completely holding me down.

“
Not fair,” I said in a breathless whisper.

“No, but Christ
, Jaycee, you taste so good.”

“That’s the
champagne.”

“Not even close.” His finger entered me—a slow
, wet slide before withdrawing. He moved up my body and placed his finger at my lips. “Taste.”

He was so incredibly kinky and uninhibited. He brought the same out in me. I licked his finger and
tasted myself for the first time in my life. I smiled internally because the champagne’s flavor came through too. He licked his finger when I was done, propped a pillow under my head and grabbed another one, placing it beneath my hips.

“Are you comfortable?”
he asked after he had me arranged the way he wanted.

“Uhum,”
I managed in a dreamy voice that was no longer my own.

“Good
, because in a few minutes you won’t be.”

My
eyes widened, but he only laughed.

“Remember
, you can always tell me to stop. I just don’t think you will.” He moved to the end of the bed then crawled between my legs. “I want to explain what I see down here.”

“Reed.”
I couldn’t help my embarrassment at those words.

“First,” he ran one finger along the fold
by my clit on the right side of my pussy. “You’re deliciously pink and it reminds me of the perfect infield clay on opening day, because as I play you turn red down here.” He continued to trail his finger slowly up and down. “You smell incredible too and sometimes, I smell this when you’re fully clothed. I instantly go hard and wonder what I did to turn you on. Your cheeks get pink when I look at you and I know some naughty thought entered your head.”

“Please
, Reed.” My disjointed breathing was too loud, but I couldn’t control it.

“No, not yet
, baby. I want you to understand what you do to me.” The tip of his finger gently smoothed over my clit, causing pleasant shock waves to travel outward to other parts of my body. “This is the pitcher’s mound, the pitcher controls the game.”

For a few seconds, h
is tongue replaced his finger and my hips rose from the bed again. He laughed against my pussy, sending puffs of air over my wetness. “I’ll buy more straps so I can hold your waist down next time.”

I groaned.

He stopped touching my clit and moved to my center. “This,” one finger entered, “is home plate. It’s where the most important things in baseball happen. It’s warm and comforting, and it all starts when the bat swings over the plate.”

He was trying to kill me.

“Now I’m going to travel the bases.” His tongue slid through my folds, circling my center and my clit.

I felt the slight scruff of his jaw on my inner thighs, creating a hotter burn. I needed more. Needed him to finish what he started. My groans and squirming were not making him go any faster.

His hands skimmed upward until he held the undersides of my breasts. “These are fly balls and it’s important when playing outfield to never let one of these go by without catching it.” He added pressure to both and laughed huskily. “Too bad these are in the outfield and won’t work for a squeeze play.” He went to a knee and leaned up over my body, sucking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth.