Playing Hardball, Part 2 (A Baseball Romance Serial) (Playing Hardball (A Baseball Romance Serial)) Page 2

  She avoided me the rest of the day, or she tired anyway. I'd never met a woman that could throw shit back at me like she did. I wasn't a man that laughed a lot, I never had. There was no way to avoid it when it came to her. She would say the craziest shit with the most serious look on her face. It was unbelievable. She didn't care who heard her or what came out. The woman always had something funny to say. She definitely filled every moment with a smile and humor. I knew she didn't take life too seriously.

  I found myself trying to get her to talk to me. It didn't matter that she was talking shit. I just wanted her talking and laughing. She decided to stay the night at Carrie's place. I didn't miss for a second that she was doing it to stay away from me. I wasn't sure why. We'd both put right out there that we were just in it for a little fun. It would never be more than that. I went home letting her have her win for the night. That didn't mean she'd be getting it again.

  The next two weeks went by pretty quickly. I'd gone home for the week and promised to be back the following weekend. I only lived a couple of hours from her, so it wasn't too bad. We'd all agreed that no moving needed to be done until then. Carrie ended up calling to let me know that Lucy had gotten everything done and they were spending the weekend on girl time. She said I didn't need to be there until the following weekend. I spent that week at practice until late, so I didn't have much time for anything else. Scott had gone back to Michigan for the two weeks and was flying back in late Friday night. I wasn't worried about Carrie moving anything since Lucy was right there with her. I did send Lucy a couple of texts messing with her. She needed to be on her toes as much as I was mine. It was only fair.

  By that second Friday night, I was feeling major stress. There was a lot going on with work and Lucy's ass hadn't answered a single text. I showed up at her door in need of a release. I knew I was going to have to see her, drive to Michigan with her, spend time with her there, and drive back. There was no way that was all happening without me being buried deep inside of her first. I'd never make it, and I knew it. She opened the door, and her eyes widened. I couldn't believe she didn't say a word. She just stood there looking at me. I walked by her and closed the door behind me. When I turned back to face her, the surprise was gone and the firecracker was waiting. Her ass turned to face me. Really, I thought. Would the woman ever learn to stop positioning herself like that with me?

  “What are you doing here?” she asked. “We are meeting in the morning at Carrie's.”

  “I know,” I said, as I took a step forward and she took one back.

  “Then why are you here now?” she asked.

  “You never answered my texts,” I said with another step that she matched again.

  “Didn't think they were questions,” she answered with a shrug.

  I could see the corner of her mouth tilting up, and she was an inch away from getting an ass kicking. The woman was playing with me.

  “I see,” I said. “You have something I need.”

  I knew what she was thinking and that I'd shaken her stance a bit.

  “Don't you think that's a bit confident, Ballplayer,” she said with a cocky attitude. “I could have been in the middle of something here. It's not like you were invited. I have plans. You need to leave.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Run and get my hat and jersey and I'll be on my way.”

  I took a step back, and I could have sworn I saw disappointment in her eyes.

  “What?” she asked.

  “My hat and jersey. I need them back,” I said.

  “I don't have them,” she snapped out at me.

  “Why not?” I asked.

  “I sold them,” she said. “Thanks to you, my rent will be paid for the next three months. I couldn't believe some dummy paid that much for them. All I had to say was that they hadn't been washed since you'd worn them. She was all over that shit.”

  I looked her in the eyes and couldn't tell if she fucking with me or being serious.

  “Did you really sell my stuff?” I asked.

  “Sure did, Hotshot,” she said with a shrug. “You said yourself I wasn't worthy of them. I wasn't going to do it, but she made me an offer I couldn't refuse.”

  When she winked at me, I heard the growl build until it came out louder than I wanted. Then she reached up and brushed her hand against my cheek. Was she fucking with me, I wondered? I felt my blood boiling. How could she sell my shit?

  “Did you need anything else?” she asked with a smile.

  What the fuck did I care, I thought? She was nobody to me. We were just having a little fun. There was no way I was going to let her get to me. It was not happening. I came there for a release. The shirt and hat thing was just to fuck with her. I had more of them than I would ever need. I didn't give two shits what she did with them.

  I took a step toward her, and she quickly took one back. The next one I took was much larger, and she found herself with her back against the door.

  “Lance,” she whispered.

  I saw her body shiver. She could deny it all she wanted, but she'd be lying. I knew she needed it just as much as I did.

  “You up for a little fun, Firecracker?” I asked, as my body pushed against hers so there wasn't an inch of space between us.

  I could see the wheels turning in her mind. It was like I could actually see them. She stood quiet for a few moments, and I wasn't giving her a chance to let her mind talk her out of what she needed and wanted.

  “Lucy,” I said, as my hand moved to the back of her neck. “If I slid my hand between those sexy thighs, would you be wet for me?”

  She slowly moved to look up at me, and her breath caught. I moved my face a little closer. She was the one making the next move. It had to be her. I needed her to know she had wanted it. Our eyes were linked together. Her chest was moving harder against mine. She was fighting with herself. I could see it.

  “Lucy,” I whispered again, and that was it.

  Her hands grabbed the back of my head, and she pulled my mouth to hers. When her tongue dove into my mouth, I was the one surprised. I let her have it. She needed to take what she wanted. The way her tongue moved through my mouth had my dick harder than ever. I felt like I was going to blow in my jeans. She wanted me. It wasn't just a need for a release. She fucking wanted me. I could feel it. Her mouth was so damn hard against mine. When she pulled my lip through her teeth, my own body shook. The gasp she made for air when she released my mouth was something else.

  “Damn, Firecracker,” I whimpered like a damn pussy.

  Then she jumped, and I caught her. There was no way I wouldn't. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her forehead leaned against mine.

  “Fuck me, Lance,” she whispered before slamming her mouth back against mine.

  I wasn't giving her one second to think.

  “Shirt off,” I demanded.

  She pulled it off while I was on my way to her room. I'm not sure I'd ever been so thankful that a woman wasn't wearing a bra before. My mouth was on her breast with her nipple between my teeth in seconds. Her fingers held tight to my head. The sounds of her moans had my cock even harder. It had only been two weeks since I'd been inside of her or anyone else, and I could barely contain myself.

  I dropped her on the bed and made quick work of her shorts and panties. Then I stood looking down at her. My eyes scanned every inch of that sexy body, and I knew a smile crossed my face. I grabbed my t-shirt at the back of my neck and pulled it over my head. Then I pushed my jeans and boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. I picked my pants up and pulled the package out of my pocket, and she shook her head.

  “Not a word, Woman,” I said in warning.

  “You planned on being inside of me tonight,” she said.

  I leaned over her, wrapped one hand around her right breast, and ran the fingers of my other hand down her stomach and between her sweet thighs. When I thrust two fingers in without warning, her back arched and I squeezed her breast.

  “Lance,” she whimpered.
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  “Behave, Firecracker,” I warned.

  I worked my fingers out and back into her pussy deep and fast. Her hips were off the bed and meeting each of my thrusts. Just when I felt her muscles begin to tighten, I pulled my fingers from her and lifted them to my mouth. I let her watch as I slowly sucked her juices from them one by one.

  “Fucker,” she snapped.

  I shook my head, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her belly.

  “Will you ever learn?” I asked.

  I crawled up over her and leaned down to kiss her neck. When she didn't answer me, I wrapped her hair in my hand and tugged.

  “That was a question, Woman,” I said.

  I could see the side of her mouth working hard not to rise a bit. It was taking all she had not to say something sarcastic. I pulled my hand back and smacked her ass hard.

  “Lance,” she yelped.

  I covered her mouth with mine and pulled her bottom lip through my teeth. Then I placed tiny kisses down the center of her back. When I got to her round, tight ass, I could see the print from my hand. I bit her ass over that print, and she yelped again. Then I grabbed her hips and lifted them just a bit.

  I covered my shaft and took it in my hand. I lined it up at her entrance, and again without warning, entered her in one thrust. She cried out my name and her hands grabbed onto her sheets. I held tight to her hips and I pounded into her over and over. My chest was covered with sweat. She pushed her ass back hard against me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd wanted someone that much. It was like I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted her calling my name. I wanted her to know it was me there with her.

  I put one hand on the bed on each side of her head. My chest was an inch away from her back. I began pumping into her and burying my cock as deep as I possibly could.

  “Fuck, Lance,” she was calling out.

  “You like that, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “I want to hear my name louder. I'm going to fuck you so hard. Do you hear me, Lucy? I fucking need to hear you.”

  “Yes,” she cried out. “Fuck.”

  Her ass was pushing back on each of my thrusts. The way my hands were, she wasn't moving up the bed. I could feel her shoulders hit them each time I pounded into her.

  “You are going to feel me tomorrow, Lucy,” I said. “While you're driving in the car and sitting at Carrie's Parents' house, you are going to feel me between your legs. Each time our eyes connect, you're going to think about my cock being deep inside that sweet pussy.”

  “Lance,” she cried out louder. “Don't stop.”

  “Go to a game with me,” I said, as I slowed down just a bit.

  “What?” she snapped. “Don't fucking stop, Hotshot. Fuck me right now.”

  I don't know why the moment I was balls deep inside of her and right on the edge of the damn cliff was the moment I felt the need to push her into going to a game. You'd think I would be thinking about something totally different, and I was. The words came out before I could stop them, and I wasn't going to take them back.

  “Agree to go to a game with me. I have the perfect one. You can sit with all the players' women. That way you won't be in the stands by yourself.”

  “Lance,” she warned.

  I loved hearing her badass voice. There wasn't shit she was going to do about it. She wanted to come, and my dick had stopped moving.

  “Game yes or no, Firecracker?” I asked.

  I slowly starting moving in and back out.

  “Fuck,” she cried out. “Please.”

  “Game,” I said again.

  “Yes,” she called. “I'll go to the damn game if that's what you want, just keep fucking me.”

  I began speeding up and moving my hips just right to hit the spot she needed.

  “I can't wait to have you there, Lucy,” I said.

  I pumped into her as deep as I could and bit down on her shoulder. Then I stilled and came harder than I had in a very long time. Her pussy clamped down around me, and I could feel my cock pulse with jolt after jolt.

  My body came down on her back, and I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. When I finally caught my breath, I rolled off to the side and pulled her back against me. Neither of us said a word. When I knew she had fallen asleep, I got out of bed and took care of the condom. I made sure her apartment was good and crawled back in behind her. I wrapped my arm over her and took her hand in mine before falling right to sleep. It was the best sleep I'd had in a long time.

  Chapter 3

  Lucy

  When I woke up in the morning, I felt so rested. I also knew I'd made yet another mistake. Lance was not someone I needed to be hooking up with. We'd already been together too many times. I already had to spend the weekend in the same place as him. How could I have let myself be that stupid yet again, I wondered? Did the dude have some fucking magical powers or something?

  I got ready quickly and let him know we needed to get our asses moving. Carrie was expecting us early. She also wasn't expecting us together. That was something I really wasn't looking forward to being questioned about for five hours.

  Lance was dressed and ready, and I was pushing him out the door. Once he was on the other side, I told him I'd meet him there. I'd mistakenly forgotten to pack a couple of very important items. That was what I'd said to get him going.

  I made sure not to get to Carrie's for another thirty minutes. If he hadn't opened his big mouth about where he had just come from, I'd be fine.

  The two guys packed the moving truck in record time. I guess there were some perks to them being athletes. More than the perks I already knew from Lance's hot body. The two guys took the truck, and I rode with Carrie. We did stop once along the way for lunch, but then we were right back at it. Thankfully, Lance hadn't mentioned that he'd come from my apartment, so I was able to escape that conversation. Carrie tried one more time to get me to move to Michigan. She said she didn't understand why I was so against it. I'd never leave Pennsylvania. I wouldn't be that far from Brad. Wrong or right, that was how I felt.

  As soon as we walked through Carrie's parents' front door, her mom had wrapped her in a hug. Then I was right behind her. It felt good to have someone treat me that way. I really liked Carrie's mom and was starting to get to know her from our few meetings. Her dad was just as awesome. He was all over Lance about the team and what was happening. When Lance announced with a smile that he'd talked me into going to a game, I looked at him and shook my head. He obviously hadn't learned enough about me yet.

  “Are you serious?” Carrie's dad asked.

  “I sure am,” Lance answered proudly. “I already know which game. I told her she'll be sitting in the players' section with the families of the team.”

  “I can't believe it,” her dad said. “I've been trying to get her into the game, but she wouldn't have it. How did you manage such a feat?”

  “You know how,” I said with a smile on my face.

  Lance looked at me with a look of warning.

  “How?” her dad asked.

  “Firecracker,” Lance snapped.

  “I won't bore you with the details,” I said.

  I heard the growl come from Lance's chest, and it took all I had not to burst into laughter.

  “Let me just say that he used it as leverage in the,” I began.

  “Not one more word, woman,” he snapped. “Do you ever close your mouth?”

  Carrie's dad's eyes were open wide, and he was fighting not to smile. I opened my mouth to say something, and Lance's hand instantly covered it.

  “Do not say it,” he said sternly.

  I opened my mouth to bite him, but he pulled his hand away just in the nick of time. Then he leaned down next to my ear and whispered.

  “My palm is going to land harder on that ass than it ever has. You will pay for that.”

  I turned my neck so I could see his face and smiled a huge, satisfying smile. Then I turned back around.

  “Carrie said you were cooking something amazing,”
I said. “Do you need any help?”

  “You'd like to help?” Carrie's mom asked. “Do you like cooking?”

  I hooked my arm through hers and pulled her toward the kitchen. Carrie was already in there.

  “Not really,” I said. “I definitely don't want to unload that moving truck. The guys can go do that while all the women pretend to be busy in the kitchen.”

  Both Carrie and her mother burst into laughter.

  “Firecracker,” Lance barked out from behind us.

  I reached over my head where the ladies couldn't see and flipped him the middle finger. When he let out a loud growl, Carrie's mom looked over at me, and I shrugged innocently at her. I heard the front door close and breathed a sigh of relief knowing the guys would be gone for a couple of hours.

  “What is it with you and that guy?” she asked. “He seems to like you. I bet he's never met anyone like you before. Those ballplayers get looked up to. I bet the ladies treat them like celebrities.”

  “What are we cooking?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

  James had been taking a nap when we showed up. Carrie's mom said he had been so excited they were coming and hadn't slept much the night before. Carrie went to his room and didn't come right back. My guess was that she had crawled in bed with the little guy. He had a big-boy bed with one of those rail things on the side at his grandparents' house.

  “How are things going with you, Lucy?” Carrie's mom asked.

  I helped her cook lasagna, vegetables, and garlic bread while we talked. We also made pie for dessert. I don't know why, but I found it so easy to talk to her. I didn't find myself avoiding her questions, and I answered them honestly. She asked me about my parents, and I explained we weren't close at all. We talked the entire time we cooked. I never once in my life had a moment as great as I did with her.