Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance (67 page)

“Me, too!” I laugh.

“What was it like?” she asks, her eyes growing wider. “Having him for a coach?”

“Uh…
amazing
. The guy was a
genius
.”

“He had to have been to turn the team around like that. I’ve gone to every home game here since I was a freshman and I
never
saw the team do that well.”

“Did you meet him while he was here?”

“Hell yes! Just once, though.” She points to a shelf behind me across the room. “I got him to sign that ball for me after the Homecoming game last year.”

I glance over my shoulder and I stare at the bright metallic signature scribbled across the pigskin.

Turns out, Rose Hawthorne is even better than I thought she was. I just expected her to be some cutesy science nerd. Not that she isn’t. She definitely is but I never thought she’d be a huge football fan, too. I wasn’t even sure that hybrid existed in a girl like her.

She’s still grinning at me when I turn back and it fires warmth all the way through my toes. “You’re really fucking cool, Rose.”

She laughs. “Thank you.”

My gut lurches, struck down by a feeling completely new and oddly scary. I sit still, hoping it’ll pass but it lingers in me like a virus taking hold of my system.

This is guilt. I feel guilty. I never feel guilty but laying across from her now, covered in her sweat, I feel like shit.

Because she’s just part of
the trifecta.

One down. Two to go.

“Hey, Johnny…”

My lips curl at the sound of her voice. “Yeah?”

She moves closer and the sheet slides from her breasts as she leans in to kiss me. I lay a hand on the small of her back, pulling her in to feel those soft tits press hard against my chest. She giggles as she rolls on top of me and my groin surges with blood again.

After a few moments, she pushes up on her arms and looks at me with serious eyes. “We should talk about this…”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Not yet.

“John, we probably shouldn’t do this again.”

I exhale, dropping my head back onto the pillow. “I knew you were going to say that…”

“Because I’m right.”

“No, Rose. You are emphatically wrong about this.”

She raises a brow.
“Emphatically?”

“Yes. Emphatically,” I repeat.
“Beyond doubt.”

“I know what it means,” she grins. “I just like hearing you say it.”

“Oh, yeah?” I push her hair out of her face. “You like hearing a big, dumb jock say big, tough words?”

She bites her lip. “Tell me another one.”

“Loquacious.”

“Ooo!” she chuckles.
“More.”

“Infinitesimal.”

“Are you
trying
to turn me on?”

“Indubitably.”

She laughs hard and grabs a pillow to smother me with. I block the attack and toss the pillow away before wrapping my arms around her to hold her against me. Her lips find mine and we kiss again, completely blocking out the rest of the world. I massage my tongue against hers, tasting every moan that trembles her mouth.

My cock stirs as she squirms on me and my breath catches in my throat as she reaches down to wrap her little fingers around it. She gives me a few tight, quick strokes and I groan for more of it.

I lay a hand on her cheek and run my thumb across her bottom lip. A sudden rush of embarrassment strikes me down and I feel like a damn nervous freshman again. I don’t know what it is about this woman but I can’t seem to shake that strange feeling off my insides.

Finally, I spit it out. “Rose, have you ever…?”

She raises her brow, waiting for me to say it first but I chicken out. “Sucked a dick?” she blurts, smiling.

“Yeah.”

Rose licks her lips and lays kisses on my neck as she slides down my chest. Pleasure rushes over my skin with every soft lick from that perfect tongue of hers and by the time her head disappears beneath the sheet, I’m hard as a fucking rock again.

Her little mouth wraps around the head of my cock and my hips buck with surprise. “Holy shit…” I breathe, feeling that powerful suction take hold of me.

Her head bobs, taking my thick tip in and out of that hot mouth and my brain turns numb.

“Are you sure you’ve only done this
once
?” I joke, falling back against the pillows. I feel her laugh and vibrations rattle my cock, shooting pleasure down my legs.

I slide the sheet down so I can watch those pretty eyes gaze up at me.

Yeah, definitely not a one-time thing.

It can’t be and I’d be insane to never let this happen again. Rose Hawthorne is
perfect
. Perfect body, perfect mind. Everything about her. Her eyes, her voice. Her sense of humor. Even her imperfections are adorable, like the freckles speckled between her thighs. She even likes football and she —
definitely
— loves sucking cock. I can’t think of a better woman and I’m not going to waste my time looking either.

I lay a hand on her head, sliding a finger above her eyes to push her hair away. My chest heaves, barely able to keep up with the sensations dancing through my shaft as her tongue laps me like an ice cream cone between those pretty, pink lips.

“Rose,”
I say, tapping her head.

She keeps her lips wrapped around me, refusing to pull out as I explode into the back of her throat. Her fist strokes me off and I watch as she lets it all gather on her tongue before swallowing every drop.

“Holy shit,” I groan, laughing hard as she lays soft, wet kissing down my twitching cock. “I… am shocked.”

Rose sits up and straddles me again, staring down at me as she wipes her lips. “Don’t you mean flabbergasted?”

Fucking perfection.

OCTOBER

Chapter 12

Rose

“Next week, we start the really hard stuff.”

My eyes instantly flinch towards John in the front row, just in time to see his lips twitch with amusement.

I clear my throat, trying to ignore the pool forming in my panties but I’ve been wet since class started. It’s downright Pavlovian at this point. I stand up here, all authoritarian and professional, John stares at me with those
fuck me
eyes, and my body instantly responds like crazy.

“And by that,” I say, quickly spinning away from him, “I mean
molecular and empirical formulas,
so make sure to bring your calculators because you’ll officially need them starting now.” I pause. “Any questions before I dismiss you…?”

No one raises a hand. Of course, they don’t. It’s Friday and no one’s going to delay the end of class with a stupid question.

“All right. I’ll see you all on Monday,” I say. “Be sure to cheer on your football team tomorrow! They’re four for four so far!”

Students applaud in response and John grins up at me with his pen balanced between his lips. He stands out of his chair and throws his bag over his shoulder with his eyes on me the entire time.

“Excuse me, Ms. Hawthorne,” he says at normal volume by the door. “Do you have office hours today?”

I nod. “Yep.”

“Do you mind if I stop by?” he asks. “I think I screwed up those problems in chapter eight…”

“Sure, I’ll walk you through them again.”

“Excellent. Thank you.”

I pause in the doorway. “Oh, and bring a calculator.”

He smiles. “I will.”

***

“We can’t keep doing this, John.”

His tongue slides along my neck, drawing a line from my ear to my collarbone. “That’s what you said after the first time,” he grins. “And the second time...
And the third time
...”

“Well...” I let out a soft moan as he lays a hand between my thighs. “It just seems like one of those things one of us should say...”

“I hear you,
Ms. Hawthorne
...”

A shiver slides down my spine as he says the name and I spread my legs for him as he leans me back against the desk. He crushes his lips on mine, making the world stop turning. I thought that sensation would degrade the more he did it but each kiss still feels like the first time.

I tug on his belt. “Did you bring a calculator?”

He chuckles against my lips. “Back pocket.”

I reach around him and slide my fingers into his jeans pocket, feeling the square, foil packaging hidden inside.

A knock taps the office door. “Hey, Rose, you in here?”

I push John away as panic takes over.
“Desk—”
I spit. 

“What?”

“Under the desk.”

John falls to his knees behind the desk as the door cracks open and I rush to push my skirt down before Dr. Zach pokes his head into the office.

“Hey, Dr. Zach!” I say, my voice way too loud. 

He steps inside with a smile and closes the door behind him. “I was hoping to get a few minutes with you to talk midterms.”

I nod and take a wide step around the desk to sit there before he can. “Sure.”

As I slide into the chair, I see John peeking out with wild, mischievous eyes. I lay a hidden hand on his forehead to push him back.

“What’s on your mind, Dr. Zach?”

He sits down in the chair across from me, thankfully oblivious to John’s presence. “We’re getting into some heavy material now...”

“Yes, we are.”

John lays his hands on my knees beneath the desk and I bite my cheek. 

Dr. Zach shows a quick smile. “So, I hope you don’t take it too personally when I say I’m benching you for the next few classes.”

Strong hands force my knees apart and I softly kick John with my toes, tapping him wherever I can to stop him. “Benching me?”

John keeps going, sliding his fingers between my thighs and my heart skips. 

“It took me years before I even mastered this stuff, so I’d rather take the wheel and make sure the students get it right. Not that I don’t think you’re more than capable of teaching this, Rose, you’ve definitely come a long way since your first day.”

“Thank you, Dr. Zach,” I say, sitting still. “I completely understahhh—” I bite my tongue as John slides a thick finger inside of me.

Dr. Zach furrows his brow. “Are you okay?”

I try to ignore the firm stroke inching in and out of me. “Of course,” I laugh. “I skipped breakfast today. Just a bit hungry, I think.”

Zach points a stern finger at me. “Take care of yourself. I need you sharp.”

“Yes, sir.” I chew on my lip, feeling that familiar pleasure growing in me as John plays me like a damn drum.

Dr. Zach leans back in his chair and I try not to moan. “So, are you doing okay? No classes giving you a headache? We haven’t had a chance to talk about your studies lately.”

I breathe deep to quell the storm inside. “Oh, my classes are great. No complaints here.”

“And are you having fun?”

“Uhh...” I laugh as John lays his thumb against my clit. “Yep.”

“Good. Letting loose sometimes is just as important for you. Just remember to—”

“Keep the keg stands to a minimum,” I spit. “Got it!”

He stands up and pauses next to the door. “I’m really proud of you, Rose. You’re going to go on to do great things.”

My thighs tremble. “Oh, I hope so.”

I clench my jaw, keeping it together as he opens the door. 

Dr. Zach waves. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Bye, Dr. Zach.”

As soon as the door is closed, I roll back the chair and slap John’s forehead.
“Are you crazy?”

He laughs and manages to keep his finger inside me. “A little, yeah.”

I finally let myself moan quietly as he continues that firm grind in me. 

“Do you want me to stop, Ms. Hawthorne?”

I hesitate for far too long. “No...”

“Good. Letting loose sometimes is just as important—”

I slap his head again.
“Shut up.”

He laughs and intensifies the thrust, pushing me even closer to the edge. My muscles pulse around his finger, sending pleasure through my spine and I dig my nails into the arm of the chair.