Anything but Minor (27 page)

“He
is
an effing a-hole,” I agreed as I pulled her tighter.

“So what was your dilemma?”

“To forgive or not to forgive.” Before she asked, I answered, “I can’t.”

“I understand.”

I looked down at her as she looked up at me. “Do you?”

“I really do. I mean, sometimes relationships with parents can be so toxic. You can’t do anything but let go. I was so close to doing the same with my mom, but it worked out differently. We actually had a good time.”

“That’s so great, Alice.”

“You have no idea,” she said as she kissed my neck and my dick got instantly hard.

“It’s a whole new world for her,” she said as she sat up and begin to slowly unbutton my shirt, “and for me.”

“Sex in the sand is not a good thing, Alice,” I warned as my protest jerked in my pants.

“I just want to touch you a little,” she said with sex heavy in her voice as her tiny hand slipped beneath my jeans and gripped my stiff cock. She gripped me firm as she released me fully from my pants, a sexy smile on her face.

I exhaled as her mouth trailed down my chest and lingered on my stomach. Her tongue did a wicked dance and then slipped out and covered the head of my throbbing dick. I groaned as she looked around us before she dove and swallowed me whole. I nearly jumped out of my skin as she sucked me ruthlessly and my eyes rolled back.

“Alice, Jesus. Alice, God...baby, wait...stop!”

“What?!” She sat back on her bare heels, stunned.

“Jesus, woman.” I sat up slightly as I held her hands still. “You could suck the paint off a Chevy, but take it a little slower...Just at first, okay? Ease into it.”

“Too much?” she said with wide eyes as she gripped me hard and my head fell back involuntarily. She swallowed me again in worship, and I nearly wept at the feel of it. The woman’s mouth was magic. I came in minutes as she reveled in a job well done. I stared up at her, beautiful and on fire for me. I didn’t deserve her, but I could see her love for me, and fuck if I didn’t need it now. The woman was perfect for me. “Now take me home and bend me over,” she said as she gripped the collar of my shirt. “And I want it
hard
, Rafe.”

Yep, fucking perfect.

Andy flipped a one on the inside of his thigh and I shook it off. We hadn’t been in sync in some time. Everyone on the team, even my manager, Jon, couldn’t believe how bad we were sparring on pitch calls. With each month of the season that passed and every day that call didn’t come, I’d felt my confidence start to slip, and I was doing a shit job of hiding it. Andy took off his mask when I nodded away another fastball and moved toward me.

“Rafe, that’s twelve pitches in the last seven games,” he hissed. “This shit can’t keep happening.”

“I’m not feeling it.”

“Shake it off,” he ordered as he looked down between us and dug his cleat in the dirt. “Trust my call and remember the game plan.” Andy leaned in. “Horton can’t wait on the change up.”

Andy deadpanned at me as he looked up, and in his expressionless face, I still saw everything he wasn’t saying.

“I’m good. Let’s do it,” I said as I kicked dirt at him.

Andy started to walk off and turned back suddenly. “You aren’t alone out here.” He walked back to the plate and got into position as Horton stepped back in.

I took a deep breath in attempt to clear my head and peeked over my shoulder to watch the slow creep of the first base runner. I fired a warning shot to buy more time. I flexed my shoulders one at a time and looked back at Andy as he held his pointer down again over his crotch.

Get ready to go skirt shopping, Horton. I’m about to make you my bitch
.

I gave him nothing but menace in my stare. He would never be able to read me. I nodded sharp at Andy’s signal and fired a ball into his glove.

Strike.

I smirked at the batter as he cursed and stepped out of the box.

When he stepped back in, he swung his bat in taunt. “How about some heels to go with that skirt?” I muttered as I wound up.

Strike.

I heard Alice holler for me first over the trailing noise of the crowd and smirked again.

I hear you, baby. This one is for you.

I fired low, watched his fruitless swing, and swiped my glove over my crotch with satisfaction.

You’ve just been fucked by Hembrey. Move along.

I let my head flop back in my recliner and turned my eyes heavenward as the incessant banging in my kitchen hit a whole new level.

“Sorry,” Alice piped over my island as I remained planted in my easy chair, glove in hand as I watched the Sox dominate the Blue Jays. More chopping began and I turned up the volume to keep Alice and her workings slightly more muted. She’d come over after a day full of meetings with a brand new wok and bag full of shit I’d never seen and declared herself a sous chef. I’d hastily agreed to let her abuse my kitchen when I saw what she wanted to cook in.

Two hours in and I’d heard nothing but chopping and a repetitive “hmm” come out of her mouth and had yet to see her for more than a minute in the baseball covered apron and nothing else. I was pretty sure she had Googled “how to be a hot as fuck girlfriend” or something of that nature. That or she’d recently dined at a Japanese steakhouse and decided it was her next venture. Either way, the menu seemed seriously fucking complicated.

Another loud clack had me turning in my chair to look back at her. Over the counter between us, she pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.

“Seriously, woman,” I grumbled until I saw the hint of a nipple peeking out of the side of her tiny apron. She followed my eyes and repositioned it.

“Dessert comes later.”

“Dinner is loud.”

“Fine, I’ll wait for your game to end,” she grumbled as her head disappeared and she began to rummage beneath my sink through the cabinet.

“What are you looking for?”

“Found it!” Seconds later, a pristine ass was on full display next to the TV as she began to dust my bookshelves with a rag in one hand and some Pledge in the other. I was sure then it was Google. I was sure she’d typed in “five ways to keep your man rock hard all day.”

Objection popped into my head along the lines of “she didn’t have to go there with cleaning,” but nothing came out as I studied the curve of her tan legs up to the gradual, creamy white at the tops of her thighs. The back of the apron covered only a quarter inch of skin just above her ass. My eyes moved up to the small of her back and drifted to her delicate neck. Seconds was all it took for me to become fully hard as I dropped my glove in the newspaper basket next to my chair. She bent over slightly as she worked her way down the shelves.

“You never dust. Seriously, do you have any idea what this is?” She peeked over her shoulder as her eyes condemned me. “Its dead skin and a million other disgusting things. And where are your books, Rafe?” She continued as she picked up random memorabilia off my shelf and wiped it with the rag.

The game went to commercial and an ad came on with some cheesy pop song. Alice wiggled her ass a bit and my whole body tensed. Hell bent on being inside of her in seconds, I frowned as the commercial went off and her ass stilled. I reached over for my cell phone, completely stupefied with a million scenarios of how this would play out. I hit the shuffle button and The Weeknd
chimed on with “Often”. I muted the TV and turned up the volume. Alice froze, and I waited with a wolf grin.

Another look over her shoulder showed the evidence of her embarrassment. She looked so perfect in that fucking apron and it was all I could do to keep seated. Our eyes locked, and I pushed my chin out in challenge and encouragement. She blew out a breath and kept my gaze then began to slightly move her hips. I licked my lips and scraped the bottom with my teeth with another nudge in her direction as I scanned her. Ridding herself of the rag and polish, she giggled and turned to face the bookshelf, palms flat and began...to blow my fucking mind. I watched her pump her plump ass in perfect sync with the beat. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I released the button on my jeans and slid the zipper down as she pushed her ass away from the shelf and bent over completely, dangling it in front of me while still keeping time. I was about to reward her for her good rhythm with some of my own.

She slowly lifted, stood and turned to look at me. Her jaw dropped as she watched me stroke my cock. I fisted it hard and slow as she continued to move and slid her hands over her body in a sexy caress. I stroked harder as she worked herself into a full on sexual tease. “Don’t stop,” I gritted out as I pumped, hell bent on not losing my shit before I had a chance to get inside of her.

She worked her body into a sweat and stole every glance back at me she could. Determined to ruin me, she gripped the sides of the bookcase and bent her body backward in a roll. I saw her eyes widen as she screamed out in surprise as the bookcase began to fall. I was out of my seat in seconds, but I was too late. Alice was buried beneath it and my dick went instantly limp as my heart tried to break through my chest. I pulled the case away as I scanned her from head to toe. “Fuck, fuck,” I cradled her head as she looked up at me with wide eyes. Seconds passed as I surveyed her body and asked her if she was in any pain. Her face twisted as I looked on and she began to laugh hysterically. I let out a harsh breath and cradled the back of her head in my hands.

After a solid minute of her laughter, she only slowed to scold me again. “If you would’ve had some books on it, bonehead athlete, it wouldn’t have fallen...and I may have just peed a little.” I chuckled as I scooted to lay next to her on the carpet.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered over to me. “God, that would have been some good sex.”

“Oh,” I assured her as I studied her escaped nipple and ran the pad of my finger over it. “We’re still having it.”

“Meh, I’m not feeling it anymore,” she said as she wrinkled her nose. I pulled her to me and looked down at her as we shared a smile. “What am I going to do with you?”

She looked back at me with hopeful eyes. “Everything?”

Alice drove with a smile on her face as she darted her eyes excitedly from me to the road. This morning, she woke me up early with her perfect mouth wrapped around me and breakfast in bed, which consisted of toast and Nutella. Well, what was left in the jar. I looked over at her now as she tapped her fingers to Peter Cetera’s “Glory of Love.” I couldn’t help but to chuckle at her and her blatant disregard for all things our generation. As if she read my mind, she quickly came to the defense of her movie playlist.

“It’s better than that death metal you play in the Jeep.”

“It’s not death metal.”

“It’s loud and obnoxious.”

I shook my head and frowned. “It’s the Foo Fighters.”

“What exactly is a
Foo
Fighter?”

Not able to come up with an educated explanation, I looked at her and deadpanned, “Isn’t it obvious? They fight Foo.” Her laughter was infectious, and I loved the sound of it.

“You’re going to Google that later, aren’t you?”

“Yep,” she said as her chuckle slowed.