Bases Loaded (Mustangs Baseball) (19 page)

“No.
Don’t move. I want to remember the way I feel right now.”

“How
do you feel?”

“Cherished.
Loved. Safe.”

“I’ll
always cherish you. Love you. Keep you safe.”

“I
know.”

He
hated to, but he needed to move off her, take care of her. Easing from her, he
rolled to her side and pulled her back to his front, so he could hold her a
little longer. He never wanted to let her go. No woman had ever claimed so much
of him.

No
woman had ever trusted him the way Clare had.

She
snuggled her ass against his groin, and he gently nudged her upper leg forward.
“Time for this to go.” He removed the dildo as gently as he could and tossed it
on the bed behind him, returning his hand to cup her. “Sore?”

“Tender,
but not sore. I could use a long soak.”

“I’ll
fix a bath for you in a few minutes. While you’re soaking, I’ll see if I can
salvage those steaks.”

She
lay in his arms for long, silent minutes.

“The
others. Will it feel that way with them?”

She
didn’t have to elaborate. He knew she referred to the other team members. “I
don’t think so. I don’t know what the women feel. Mostly, I think it’s just sex
for them. They don’t have an emotional attachment to any of the players. For
the guys, at least for me, it’s always been about the pleasure. A woman’s ass
has a different feel than her vagina. Same as her mouth feels different. We’re
all about the pleasure.”

“So,
I won’t feel this…attached to the others?”

“You
feel attached to me?”

“I
feel like I belong to you. When you pinned me to the bed and filled me…it was
scary at first, then you told me I was safe, and that’s when it changed for me.
It was like I gave you everything. My body, my soul, my heart.”

“It’s
all safe with me, sweetheart.” He kissed her shoulder, humbled she was so open
with him. Open with her body, her soul, and her heart. He’d do anything to
deserve it.

“Then,
when I thought I’d given you everything, you asked for more.”

“I
did?”

“You
demanded my orgasm.” She sighed, and he felt like crowing, and laughing, and
doing it all naked on the rooftop for everyone to see.

“You
gave me that, too.”

“I
did. You own me, Antonio.”

“And
you own me. Forever.”

Chapter
Eighteen

“He’s
on his way.” Antonio dropped his cell phone on the coffee table. “You can still
call this off. Anytime, babe.”

Clare
curled her feet under her on the sofa and wrapped her arms around a throw
pillow as if it could save her from drowning in her own thoughts. Her toes
peeked out from under the blue robe Antonio had wrapped her in following their
leisurely bath.

Everything
in the room, from the blazing fire to the furnishings, looked normal. On the
outside, she did, too. She knew this thanks to an extended session of look and
touch this morning with Antonio in front of the full-length mirror on the back
of the bathroom door. But she was different on the inside. She’d given everything
she was to him, and in return, he’d filled her heart, mind, and body with a new
reality.

“Keith
will understand if you want to call it off.”

“You
said it would be different…with him.” Giving herself to Antonio had changed her
in a fundamental way, and it was hard to imagine the experience being different
with someone else.

“It
will be. I promise. I’ll be making love to you. Keith will be having sex with
you. That’s all it is for him, and I’m sure that’s all it will be for you. Your
heart and mind won’t be engaged, just your body. Casual sex.”

That’s
something she hadn’t had much of, and she wasn’t at all sure she knew what it
was. She hadn’t been with many men before Antonio, but she’d had at least a
small emotional investment in each of them. Keith was a virtual stranger. She’d
only met him once, and conversation had been non-existent.

“You
want him to…?”

“To
fuck you? Yes, I’d like to see that. I want to see your eyes when we both fill
you. But I understand if you’ve changed your mind. I can live with either
decision.”

“Why
do you want this?”

He
shrugged. “I told you before, I’ve fought with myself over this ever since I
met you. I want you all to myself, but I’ve seen how much enjoyment women can
get from dual penetration, and I want you to experience that level of pleasure.
I have all kinds of ideas about ways to make your magnificent body sing, and
anal play is one of them. Since you asked to run the bases, I thought perhaps
you might be one of the fortunate women who play the game and enjoy it. A trial
run with Keith will answer that question.”

Clare
stared into the flames behind the wrought-iron fire screen. This shouldn’t be a
difficult decision. She had been ready to jump into the game without any
preparation at all, and he was offering her the perfect opportunity to try it
on for size—so to speak. The thought brought a smile to her face.

“What
are you so happy about?” Antonio asked. Leaning back against the opposite arm
of the sofa, he’d brought his sock-clad feet up, too. He nudged the sole of her
foot with his toes.

I’m
crazy. Certifiable.
“I want to try it. I think.”

At
the muffled sound of a car door shutting, she stilled.

Antonio
stood and reached a hand out to help her up. “He’s here.”

She
took the offered hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

“Do
you trust me?”

She
nodded though her stomach fluttered with nerves. “Yes. I trust you.”

He
tugged her around the sofa to a place facing the door. “No matter what happens,
all you have to do is say the word, and we’ll stop. You understand that, don’t
you?”

“I
understand.”

“Good.
You’re mine, and I’m in charge as long as Keith is here. He’ll only touch you
if I give him permission to. Do not argue with my decisions. I won’t let him
hurt you. He’s here to give you pleasure. If you do as I say, you won’t regret
it.”

The
doorbell rang, and he moved to stand behind her, his hands firm on her
shoulders. “Will you allow me to bring you pleasure through Keith?”

“Yes.”
Her whole body trembled, and her stomach felt like it was twisted in knots.

“The
only way we stop is if you say the word. Otherwise, you follow my orders.”

“Yes,”
she nodded weakly. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

He
placed a kiss on her neck, below her ear. “You won’t regret it, love.”

His
fingers dug into the shoulders of her robe and tugged. He walked around to
examine his creation. The blue fabric framed her breasts, held her arms tight
to her sides, her shoulders bare. He lifted her breasts, so they rested on the
bunched fabric at her ribcage.

Away
from the fire, the room was cold. Her nipples tightened to hard nubs. He licked
each one, returning to suckle gently. She loved the contrast of his dark hair
and skin against her fair complexion. He took her in his mouth, and she
shuddered with arousal. When he was finished, her nipples were red and
glistened.

“Watch
his eyes, sweetheart. I want you to see how desirable you are to him.”

She
braced herself. Antonio was confident Keith would look on her with lust. She
wasn’t as sure, but he’d asked for her trust, and she had given it. He opened
the door. A blast of cold air felt like ice on her damp nipples tightening them
painfully. She bit her bottom lip to hold in a groan.

Antonio
closed the door behind his friend who took two steps inside and stopped.

“Holy
Mother of God,” he exclaimed, looking straight at her.

“Give
me your coat,” Antonio said, “then you can touch her tits.”

She
thought she might faint. Her vision clouded, and then she remembered to
breathe. She sucked in a breath, which thrust her breasts straight at Keith who
had shrugged his coat off and crossed the room to her. She forced herself to
look at his eyes.

Heat.
Desire. Lust. It was all there, barely banked. He raised a hand to her right
breast. His finger was ice cold as it traced a line around her areola. She
shivered at his touch but quelled the urge to jerk away.

He
did the same with the other then, having put Keith’s coat away, Antonio came to
stand beside her, one strong arm supporting her at the waist.

“She’s
beautiful, Tony.”

“I
know.” He slipped his free hand beneath her right breast, lifting it. “Taste
her.”

Keith’s
gaze met hers, silently asking permission. She inclined her head, granting his
request. He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth. His cheeks hollowed
out, sucking hard on her tender flesh.

Antonio
tightened his hold on her, providing the support her knees refused to give.
Moments ago, she had looked down at Antonio’s dark head at her breast. The
sight of Keith’s sandy pate and faintly tanned skin held her in thrall.

She
fisted her hands in the fabric covering her thighs.

Keith
devoured her like she was his last meal on earth. Antonio’s hand kneaded her
breast, increasing her pleasure. God, she was going to die. The two of them
together were a team she wasn’t sure she could handle, but desire and arousal
coursed through her body, and she wanted to feel everything they could make her
feel. Even if it killed her.

“Enough,
Keith,” Antonio said.

He
released her at once, straightening to his full height.

“Candy,”
he said, capturing her gaze. “The sweetest candy.” His tongue swept over his
lips, curved into a satisfied smile.

“Then
you will enjoy seeing more.” Antonio swung her around to face him. His gaze
commanded hers, holding her captive for a moment of unspoken communication. He
silently offered her the opportunity to say no, to put an end to what was to
come.

She
refused to look away while his fingers worked the knot loose at her waist. Her
robe parted, slid to the small of her back.

He
held it there, the question still in his eyes.

She
placed her hands over his and together they released the fabric to fall at her
feet. Cool air tightened every follicle, but she wasn’t cold. The admiration,
approval, and desire burning in Antonio’s eyes warmed her.

His
hands rested on her hips, his fingers flexing in a possessive caress. “This is
what you want?”

“Yes.”
She nodded. “I want to do this.”

“Okay,
then. There’s only one way to stop this from now on.”

“I
know.”

They
stayed that way, absorbing the import of her decision, for the space of several
heartbeats. Then his gaze moved to Keith who stood behind her.

“Let’s
make this good for her,” Antonio instructed. Pressure on her hips made her turn
to face their guest.

Her
heart almost leapt from her chest at the hungry expression on Keith’s face. His
gaze raked over her, pausing at her breasts, and again at the juncture of her
thighs. All the while, Antonio’s hands swept over her hips and buttocks,
massaging, reassuring, arousing.

Keith
looked his fill. “She’s exquisite, Tony.”

“Yes,
she is. She’s agreed to let us pleasure her.” Antonio’s touch warmed her lower
back.

“I
can’t think of a thing I would enjoy more.” Keith looked right at her when he
said it. His voice was deep and resonated with desire, setting every cell in
her body on alert.

They
retired to the bedroom where both men disrobed and joined her on the bed. Keith
kept his distance, touching her only with his hands while Antonio pressed close
along her side.

“Close
your eyes,” he said. “Just feel, sweetheart.” He leaned over her, capturing her
lips in a kiss that sealed her eyes shut and loosened every ligament in her
body.

Together,
the two men set her skin on fire and reduced her to a quivering mass of need.
They touched, they kissed, they tasted, so when Antonio pulled her on top of
him, her mind felt drugged with pleasure and her body primed.

Beside
them, Keith stroked her back from nape to the crease spread wide as she
straddled Antonio. His fingers explored lower, flicked over her clit and slid
effortlessly through her wet and swollen folds.

She
was beyond embarrassment at their handling of her. Every touch brought nothing
but pleasure just as Antonio had promised. They were offering her fulfillment
of that promise.

“She’s
ready for you,” Keith said.

“Ready,
sweetheart?” Antonio asked, his gaze intent and searching.

Her
heart swelled with love for him, knowing they’d come this far, and he still
offered her the chance to say no.

“Yes.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself to a sitting position on
his belly.

“Take
me in,” he urged.

“Let
Keith help you.”

He
moved between Antonio’s legs, and with his hands on Clare’s hips, helped her
rise. Antonio guided his cock to her entrance, and with his free hand on her
thigh and Keith’s on her hips, they eased her down until she had taken him
completely inside her.

“How’s
that?” Keith asked.

Antonio
gazed up at her, the same question in his eyes.

“Good,”
she said.
More than good. Perfect
. It was like he filled a part of her
she hadn’t known was empty. Love swelled her heart until it took up so much
room in her chest she could hardly breathe.

With
one hand on her hip, Keith reached around them for a condom and lube off the
nightstand. Antonio stroked her breasts, providing a distraction while behind
her, her other lover suited up.

“Your
ass is beautiful,” he said.

Antonio
had warmed the lube, but they’d taken their time getting to this point. The gel
had grown cold while they played.

“Fingers
first,” Keith said, working two heated digits past her barrier, spreading the
cooled lubricant liberally.

She
closed her eyes and searched the same feeling she’d had when Antonio had done
this to her. Then she’d felt like she was giving him a part of her, but Keith’s
touch was different. She felt anticipation and desire, but that was it. His
fingers felt good, stretching her, preparing her for more.

“Hold
her for me,” Keith said.

Antonio’s
hands moved to her ass. His fingers dug into her cheeks, spreading her.

“Perfect.”
Keith rose to his knees and fitted his cock to her entrance.

She
dug her fingernails into Antonio’s shoulders.

“Relax,”
he coached her.

She
made an effort to do as he said, aware any tension in her body would make the
other man’s entry more difficult and potentially painful.

Keith
nudged forward and the barrier gave way. “Christ, that feels good,” he hissed,
holding still. His hands went to her hips holding her immobile as he inched
deeper inside.

Her
heart raced. Everything she had felt when Antonio took her there, the
overwhelming emotion, was absent. The physical pleasure was the same. She felt
full, taken, but not possessed as she had with Antonio.

“Open
your eyes, Clare.” Antonio’s voice was hoarse, commanding.

She
looked down at him, and the raw hunger in his eyes heated her blood.

Keith
gripped her shoulders hard. “A little more,” he said. With one final thrust, he
seated himself deep inside her. His groin was hot, pressed against her ass.
“That’s it, darlin’ We’re in, and Christ Almighty, you feel like Heaven.”

“Give
her a minute,” Antonio said. He turned his attention back to her. “You okay?”

“I’m
fine. What now?” she asked.

“You
got the gag?” Antonio asked Keith.

“What?”
she gasped. He hadn’t said anything about a gag.

“Right
here.” Keith passed him a contraption that looked like a dildo with straps
attached.

“Last
chance to say no.” Antonio held it up for her to see. “This will give you an
idea what it’s like to run the bases. Open up, sweetheart.”

He
placed the head of the dildo against her lips. “Suck it in,” he commanded.

She
sucked and with a little help from Antonio, the dildo filled her mouth.