Over the Fence: Lyssa Layne's Baseball Romances (60 page)

“This is the razor,” Jace says, pressing it against my thigh so I know what to expect. I can’t believe I was mortified to let him see my landing strip and now I’m letting him shave me bald!

He makes a few passes between my legs and then sets the razor at the top of my lips down below, letting it vibrate against my bundle of nerves. No longer do I feel like I’m at a doctor’s office. I open my eyes and he’s grinning up at me.

“Feel good?”

I swallow hard and nod. Jace kisses my thigh again before continuing on. Satisfied, he puts away the electric razor. Water sloshes in a cup as he stirs it with a brush, reminding me of a barber shop. He tells me to close my eyes and I do, only to be surprised as warm water trickles down my skin. He spreads soap over my skin, tickling me with the brush. I think he’s done but then he parts my lips and I gasp as the wet brush slips between them, teasing me as I grasp the sheets.

Jace’s deep laugh breaks my focus and I lean up. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t needed for the task at hand.”

“No, but it felt pretty fuckin’ good, didn’t it?”

Grinning, I sit up and move my hand to his neck, pulling him to me for a kiss. All worries and insecurities I had up until this moment have been pushed away. Jace Richards is making me feel like the sexiest woman alive, which is exactly what he deserves. Reluctantly, I let him go so he can finish. It only takes a few strokes and I’m as hairfree as he is.

“Don’t move, I’m not finished,” he orders as he stands and cleans up the shaving materials. The man is completely naked as he moves around the room and the title of baseball god doesn’t do him justice. When he disappears into the bathroom, I close my eyes, a smile taking over my face as I begin to think about all the naughty things we can do together. I’ve been sexually deprived for a long time and if you include the years of bad sex I had with Adam, then I’ve pretty much been sexually deprived my whole life.

Cold lotion hits my skin and I gasp, flicking open my eyes. Jace grins at me from the side of the bed. “Sorry, guess I should’ve warned you.”

His large hands rub the lotion over my stomach, slowly inch by inch, massaging and kneading my body. He takes the bottle off the nightstand and squirts two large dots on each nipple. His grin only gets bigger as he rolls my nipple rings in his fingers and spreads the lotion around my breasts. The full body, erotic massage continues and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations he’s evoking and not hiding my moans of delight.

“Woman, you’re one big surprise after another. Here I thought you would be upset about my piercing and instead, you’re freaking out because you have a landing strip.”

Lazily, I open my eyes, watching his hands wander mindlessly over my breasts down my belly and between my legs. His calloused middle finger runs up and down between my slit and I let out a contented sigh, my eyes falling closed again.

“Penis piercings are fun, why would I be upset?”

His hands stop and I can hear his jaw drop open. “Laurel Darbis, you kinky woman! I never would’ve suspected you to know that. Wait, Adam has his…Know what, don’t answer that.”

I open my eyes and catch him shiver at the thought of Adam’s shlong. Sitting up on my knees, I face him, pulling him down to me for a kiss. My slippery chest rubbing over his, my already sensitive nipples ready to explode at the touch of his skin. I break the kiss and lean back to look into his eyes.

“No, Adam doesn’t. He’s Mr. Missionary. After we broke up, I...explored some. It’s not necessarily who I am but I’m not going to judge anyone who’s into that. Besides, from what I remember, and it’s been awhile, but I’m pretty sure I liked how it felt.”

Jace kisses my neck. “Ready to be reminded?”

Holy hell, I’m about to have sex with the baseball god.

CHAPTER 20

Jace

The nod of her head tells me she’s ready and I don’t waste any time. I reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom. Laurel stays on her knees, watching me open the package. Between the anticipation of finally having her and the throbbing in my cock, my fingers are like butterfingers, dropping the unopened wrapper more than once.

Laurel leans over, picking it up but keeping it in her palm. Taking me by surprise, she grabs the base of my shaft and gives two long strokes. Then her mouth takes the tip of my erection in her mouth and she starts to lick me like a lollipop, driving me closer to orgasm with each stroke of her tongue. I gather her hair in my hand and tilt my head back, tightening my stomach muscles so I don’t come right away.

“Come on, Laurel. Enough teasing, let me in you.” I’m begging and I don’t even care. I’ve never had to beg for a woman to let me have sex with her but for Laurel, I’d do anything she wanted for just one time with her. Ignoring me, she continues the incredible blowjob that has me on edge and when she swirls her tongue, I jump back before I explode.

“God, your mouth feels so good on me,” I whisper, leaning down and kissing her. “But please, please let me be inside you.”

Smirking, she rips open the wrapper, having no problems at all like I did. Very carefully, she rolls the rubber over my shaft, careful to not rip it on my piercing. It doesn’t really matter, once the friction starts, the thing will be shredded which is beginning to be one of the few positives of my vasectomy.

Laurel frowns as the condom is in place. “You should really buy a size bigger so that the barbell doesn’t tear it.”

Shit, I knew it was something like that but I couldn’t remember.
Taking her face in my hands, I nod. “Sorry, I forgot about that.” My cheeks blaze and I feel like Laurel in the moment. This is the perfect opportunity to tell her about shooting blanks but if there’s any hope for a long-term thing between us, which I hope to God there is, I don’t want to scare her away.

Her lips brush across mine and she lies back, spreading her legs and letting me admire my handiwork. I slide my thumb to her hot spot and rub while my other fingers stroke her baby soft skin. Laurel’s chest heaves and the room is filled with her soft moans. I dip one finger between her lips and smile at how wet she is. My question answered, I move my hands to her thighs and position myself at her entrance. I don’t know how long it’s been for her but from the feel of how tight she is, I take my time, letting her get used to my size and making room for the rest of me. Slowly, ever so slowly, inch by inch, my engorged manhood fills her small body. Finally submerged, I pull back slowly and she lets out a cry. Worried that I hurt her, I freeze but she’s smiling when I look at her face.

“I forgot how much I
really
like that penis piercings.” She giggles and her cheeks flush, matching the rest of her skin that’s basking in delight.

I shake my head with a laugh and she moves her legs around my hips, locking her ankles behind my back. Each stroke gets easier and commands a louder cry from Laurel, her chest is heaving and her body is quivering with each drive of my body into hers. Watching her ecstasy alone is about to send me over the edge but I’m in my own euphoria as she shudders around my cock, begging me to release my orgasm.

Laurel arches her back and her hands grip the sheets. “Jacen!” she screams out and her body is like an earthquake around mine. It only takes a few seconds for me to join her, her crying out my full name creating the ultimate release. Our lips find each other’s as we kiss, helping each other prolong our spasms. It seems like an eternity, but it’s not nearly long enough, when we’re both spent and Laurel falls back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Not wanting to pull out of her yet, but desperate to have her in my arms, I collapse on the bed beside her, slipping off what’s left of the condom before she notices and wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close. Neither of us speak, still recovering from the first of hopefully many more times together.

Using all the energy she has left, Laurel lifts her head and looks at me. “I promised myself I wouldn’t do it but, Jacen Richards, I’m falling for you…hard and fast.”

I never thought I’d say this but what she just admitted is better than any orgasm she could ever give me. Although, I’m not saying I don’t want more of Laurel and the way she rolls her hips. Grinning, I roll to my back, pulling her on top of me and she lets out an eager shriek but wastes no time rolling on condom number two.

Laurel

The sun is rising on the horizon as I lean back against Jace’s solid mass of muscle. There wasn’t much sleeping going on last night so when the first light of day appeared, we decided to watch the sunrise on the porch swing. His thick arms circle my body, pulling me tighter against his chest and I sigh, completely content in this moment.

Jace lowers his head so it’s against my cheek. “Penny for your thoughts.”

His sandalwood and vanilla scent surrounds me with his body and his shirt that I’m wearing. A permanent smile adorns my face and I shake my head. “There are no words for what I’m thinking. I’m…I’m just happy.”

“Just what are you happy about?” He teases and his hands slip beneath the shirt I’m wearing, between my now bald lips.

I spread my legs although my core is aching from so much action the night before. Next time, I should remind myself that after three years of no sex, I should ease myself back into it, but then again, hopefully there isn’t another lull like that ever. Those sweet sensations that only Jace can evoke spread down my legs and I moan softly.

“You like this new feel?”

I nod, swirling my hips against his hand. “It’s liberating, every time I move, I feel skin on skin. It’s so sensitive and I’m instantly wet. It’s like I’m walking around with a huge secret that no one knows but me.”

Jace slips a finger inside me, pulling my leg over his thigh as he clears his throat. Darting in and out, I gasp from the vibrations. “And you, our little secret…faster, baby,” I beg and Jace obeys my wish. His thumb working my hot spot while his fingers move in and out, I turn my head and kiss him, trying to stifle my moans. A few seconds later and he’s made me climax again, I’ve lost count by this point, but I’m already looking forward to the next time.

His lips press against my cheek and I close my eyes. My mind wanders back to last night with all the barriers broken down, opening myself to Jace in so many ways and admitting to him my true feelings. My brain feels like mush and I close my eyes, letting sleep take over. The dreams that I’ve been having seem more real than ever as I rest in his arms. When I open my eyes again, it’s only because Jace’s phone chirps with a text message.

“Morning, sweetheart, you missed the sunrise,” Jace says with a kiss on my cheek.

Smiling, I stretch my arms and sit up. “I was a little tired.”

When I look at Jace, he gives me a half smile and I frown. His mood has changed while I took my little cat nap and something’s not right. Ignoring my frown, he pulls my legs over his and rubs my thigh.

“What’s wrong, Jace? What did I do?”

Now it’s his turn to frown. “Why did you think you did anything wrong? You’re perfect, Laurel, don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

His eyes cast downward and I take his chin in my hand. “Tell me what’s going on then.”

There’s a long silence until Jace finally looks at me, almost as though he’s disgusted and I’m beginning to feel dirty.
Is he about to kick me out now that he got what he wanted?

“Why haven’t you ever asked me about getting kicked out of the MLB?”

His tone is almost accusatory, like it’s my fault that it happened. Staying calm, I take his hand and squeeze it lightly. “I’ve been waiting for you to be comfortable enough with me to share your darkest secret.”

His head moves up and down, trying to decide what to say. He tilts his head up, staring at the ceiling of the porch. “I’m probably going to lose you over this.”

I draw his chin down so he looks at me and I narrow my eyes. “What have I told you before? I get to make my own decisions, not you.”

He sighs. “Fine.” I watch him carefully as he takes a deep breath and collects his thoughts. “Here goes…I’d always dreamed of playing professional baseball, so did my parents, but for very different reasons. I loved the game, they wanted the money. I got a scholarship to Loyola and met Colie Adamson there. We never dated at the time, we were both too focused on our sports, but we were best friends and I loved her. God, I loved her more than anything but I could never tell her that. My senior year at Loyola, I tore my ACL and Colie stayed with me the whole night at the hospital, my parents didn’t even bother to come once the doctor told them how much my surgery would cost. They knew we couldn’t afford it and my career was over before it even began. I left Loyola, left Colie, and I left behind my dream.”

I have no idea what’s it like to have parents that don’t love and support you fully, so my heart breaks for Jace. I also can’t imagine being in love with someone and never telling them. Sure, I’ve been married but that doesn’t mean I’ve ever been in love.