Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance (35 page)

He wants to fuck me.

After a few rounds, we have a line of tickets more than four times his height.

“And what exactly does this win me?” I ask him.

Junior gathers them up. “Let’s go see.”

We walk across the room to the prize counter where Frank stands with his permanent smile.

“Quite the haul tonight, Junior.”

He feeds the tickets into a machine and I watch as the numbers tick up at a fast pace. I feel Junior’s eyes on me but I try not to pretend like I don’t.

“Looks like…” Frank turns to the prize wall and points towards a line of teddy bears. “One of those.”

“She’ll take it,” Junior says, looking smug.

Frank pulls the bear off the wall and hands it to me. “For the lucky girl.”

I chuckle and squeeze it in my hands. The fur is light brown and incredibly soft, far higher in quality than I would have expected at a place like this. It might just make a decent pillow or cuddle companion. “Thank you,” I tell him.

Frank nods and excuses himself to go help another customer nearby.

“Do you like it?” Junior asks me.

I shrug and hug it against my chest. “It’s not bad… but I bet every girl you bring here leaves with a teddy bear.”

“Them? Hell no.” He points into the glass counter at the cheap prizes. “They get pencil erasers and friendship bracelets.”

“Oof!” I chuckle. “
Harsh.
Something tells me second dates aren’t that common for the great Junior Morgan.”

“How’d you guess?” he jokes. “Actually, first dates aren’t that common either.”

“Why not?”

He shrugs. “Most girls aren’t worth the trouble.”

I recognize the obvious line but I play into it anyway. “What makes you think I’m worth it?”

His eyes go softer as he leans closer, licking his lips and gazing down at me. “I just know.”

I hold back the scoff.

Junior squeezes the ear on the teddy bear with playful fingers. “Wanna get out of here?”

A shiver rolls down my spine and I hesitate as it reaches my core.

Yes
. Emphatically, yes, I do want to get out of here but I don’t want to tell him that. I don’t want to tell him that rolling a damn ball down a lane towards plastic holes was the most fun I’ve had in forever or that just looking into his eyes makes me want to bend over for him.

He’s a player and he’s not just playing football. Everything he’s done tonight has been designed for one thing and one thing only.

I can’t exactly let him get away with it, can I?

“Sure,” I say, smiling softly.

Chapter 7

Junior

I drive Eliza back to campus and honestly, I have trouble keeping my eyes on the road.

She’s so…
stunning.
I can’t quite put my finger on why. Maybe it’s the way her blue eyes sparkle beneath the street lamps as they pass over us or how her brown hair shines gold if you look at it just right or it could even be the adorable way she’s clutching that teddy bear — almost like it’s the first one she’s ever owned.

“Can you drop me off at my car?” she asks, breaking the long silence. “I’m parked in E lot; near the quad.”

I turn into the center of campus, navigating slowly to avoid hitting other students jaywalking across the streets.

E lot is the largest lot on campus, meaning there will be plenty of witnesses around which doesn’t bode well for me getting Eliza into the backseat but that won’t stop me from trying. Perhaps she has a bit of a voyeuristic streak in her.

“The blue car.” She points out the window, luckily towards the back of the lot with a good chunk of empty spaces.

I park beside it and turn off the engine. When I look at her, I find her facing me already. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes shine with a slight nervousness.

“This was fun,” she says, smiling. “Thanks, Junior.”

“Yeah, it was,” I nod, pushing my car keys into my jacket pocket. “I’d be up for doing it again sometime, if you are.”

Her face falls but her lips curl, an obvious yes if there ever was one. “Maybe,” she says instead. As she glances up again, her eyes twitch once towards the backseat and my blood spikes.

She wants it.

“You know, it’s still early…” I hint. “How about we sit in the back and talk for a while? If you want…”

Eliza pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, showing a sweet hesitation as she gently nibbles on it. “All right,” she says, her voice quivering.

I move out of my seat and shift into the back. She follows me and leaves the teddy bear behind while I settle onto the pillows.

“Wow…” she chuckles, laying down beside me.

“What?”

“It’s way more comfortable than I thought it’d be.”

“Of course,” I laugh. “The ladies get only
the best
out of me.”

“Really?” A smile tugs at her mouth. “What other…
services
do you provide?”

She really fucking wants it.

“Come here and I’ll show you,” I whisper.

Eliza shifts closer and pauses. Her chest rises and falls with trembling breaths and I know beyond the shadow of the doubt that I’ve got her.

I reach out to cup her face with one hand and she turns into my touch, allowing for my fingers to crawl back and get buried in her perfect hair. She licks her lips, preparing for mine and my briefs tighten at the sight of just half an inch of her pretty, pink tongue.

As badly as I want to crush my lips on her, I take it slow, gently brushing them against the edge of her cheek, counting on her reflexes to take over and connect our lips herself.

Warm breath passes between us and I feel her hand rest on my hip, just a few short inches away from my groin. Heat bleeds from her skin, spreading to mine like a dangerous forest fire. I start to feel the burning inside and blood pumps south faster than my brain can process it.

Finally, she kisses me first. Her mouth splits and I feel that pink tongue just begging to touch mine. I let her have it and the slightest of moans passes from her throat as I massage our tongues together. Her hand shifts on my body, falling closer to my belt and I smile, fully imagining her fingers wrapped around my cock.

I cup her breast and she sighs, rolling her head back as my lips fall to her neck. My mouth waters, intoxicated by the pleasant taste of her skin and the amazing scent rising from her hair.

She shifts even closer to me, sliding her knee up my side, fitting us together. I know she can feel my cock pushing between her warm thighs. I let out a groan as she grinds against it and I rest my hand on the small of her back to pull us even closer together. She quivers and shakes in my arms, her lips never leaving mine for a second.

Her hand tugs at my belt. “Junior…” she sighs. “Do you have a condom?”

Jackpot.

“Yeah,” I answer, kissing her even harder.

Eliza pushes my jacket back and slides it off. I toss it towards the back door and she instantly reaches for my shirt, eagerly pulling it over my head and throwing it away. I move to unzip her sweater but she guides me down and straddles me, placing her hands on my chest to hold me there. She leans down, grinding even more against my hard dick and kisses my neck.

I groan, laying back as she travels down my chest. She looks up at me with those perfect, blue eyes, licking her lips as she pulls at my jeans. Laughter strikes me; happy visions of her little mouth wrapped around my cock dancing in my head.

“Damn, Eliza…” I chuckle, kicking off my shoes.

She pulls my jeans down, sliding them all the way to my ankles, along with my briefs, leaving me completely naked on the mattress. I close my eyes, waiting patiently for the moment when her kisses travel south enough to feel her hot breath skate across my throbbing head.

The door slides open and my heart stops.

“What—”

Eliza yanks the blanket out from under me, taking me by surprise as she gathers the rest of my clothes.

“Wait—!” I lunge for her but she easily slips free and steps outside into the lot. “What the hell, Ellie?”

“What kind of girl do you think I am?!” she snaps.

I reach for her again but she juts backward, baiting me into following her outside. I stay back in the van, struggling to process the situation with all of my blood still throbbing through my stiff dick. “I… don’t understand the question.”

Eliza wraps the blanket around her arm and drapes my clothes over her wrist, reaching inside my coat pocket to retrieve my keys and jiggles them at me, taunting me. “Did you think I was
easy
? That I’d get down on my knees after a little bit of
skeeball
? That I’d somehow
forget
how much of a narcissistic, ego-maniacal
jackass
you are?”

She takes several steps backward towards the quad.

“Ellie, what are you doing?”

“Something I’m honestly surprised no one has ever done to you before,
just Junior,”
she bites, her voice growing louder with every step she takes.

“Give me back my clothes.”

“Come and get ‘em.”

“Ellie!”

She quickens her stride, tossing her hood up to conceal her face before walking directly towards the very crowded quad.

I gesture to the blue sedan beside me. “You just going to leave your car here?”

She twists back around to grin at me. “That’s not my car. Goodnight, Junior Morgan.”

My chest sinks as she leaves me with nothing to cover myself with other than a few crappy pillows.

Well, shit.

Eliza reaches the center of the quad and drops my clothes in the grass, along with the blanket and my car keys. She abandons them, drawing a few odd looks from co-eds scattered about on the brightly-lit grass.

I heave a sigh and grab the nearest pillow before stepping outside the van.

Eliza fucking Pierce.
Obviously, I underestimated her and overestimated my ability to seal the deal. I’ve never been above admitting when I’m wrong. It doesn’t happen often but I know when to bite that bullet. Tonight is definitely one of those times.

The giggles start before I even reach the grass. Fingers point, girls cackle, and guys whistle at me. I throw on my sincerest shit-eating grin, owning every step of my magnificent failure before bending over to retrieve my things.

“Lookin’ good, Morgan!”

“Thanks!” I shout back.

I guess that’s it. It was fun while it lasted and I mean that. Unfortunately, this little date with Eliza was the most fun I’ve had with a girl in a long time but in the end, she’s right.

I am a jackass.

***

I wake up early and hit the gym at the athletic center on campus. Needless to say, my sleep was fairly restless but a cold shower and a stiff drink knocked me out for a few hours. A quick run on the treadmill should dislodge that deep frustration in my gut for a while — at least long enough for me to forget Eliza Pierce ever existed.

The gym is mostly deserted, as it usually is at this time of the morning. I push my earbuds in and crank some music, setting a fast pace on the treadmill before hopping on the belt and leaving my emotions behind.

After a few minutes of forgetting Eliza, I feel someone climb onto the treadmill next to mine. I give a quick glance over from the corner of my eye and I nearly slip right off the damn belt.

It’s Eliza.

I pull out my earbuds and slam the button down to decrease the speed. “What are you doing here?”

She reaches behind her and grips her ankle, pulling it back to stretch out her quadriceps. “This gym is nicer than the one at the rec center,” she simply says.

“This gym is for athletes
only
,” I point out.

“And my father is the football coach,” she shrugs, stretching her other leg. “I asked if I could work out here instead and he said yes.”

“Go away.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want to see you around here.”

Eliza laughs. “Oh,
please
. You can’t possibly be
mad
about last night.”

“Actually, yes. I am.”

“Get over it.” She turns the treadmill on, setting it to a brisk walking pace while she warms up.

Of course, my eyes instantly fall to her tits, pressed tightly against her beneath a black sports bra. They bounce with every step she takes, each jiggle sending fireworks down to my groin.

What a bitch.

I push my earbuds back in and resume my run, targeting a speed a little faster than my usual gait, trying to ignore the fact that Eliza freakin’ Pierce is running beside me in skin-tight yoga pants.

She increases her speed, easily matching mine and a bolt of rage teases at me. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let Eliza Pierce outrun me.

I fill my lungs with air and knock the speed up a notch, tapping into my stamina to keep me going. It’s a fast but easy stride, something I can maintain long enough to prove my point.

I sense her movement beside me and out of the corner of my eye, I see her increase her speed.