Society Girls: Sierra (7 page)

“Tonight, or in general.”

“Both. I’m not staying here, Sierra.”

“I know.”

“Do you? Do you really understand that no
matter what happens between us, I have to leave?”

“Yes. Baseball is your dream come true, just
like the Foundation is mine. I would never ask you to give up your
dream. No matter what happens between us.”

“I could fall in love with
you. I
am
falling
in love with you.”

“But you can’t stay. I know. I understand.
And for the record, I’m falling for you, too.”

“We’re going to make this work.”

“Yes, we are. Are you ready to go
downstairs?”

“Maybe. We should clean up first.”

“I’ll clean up while you go down and warm
up.”

I told her I was falling for her, and this
right here is a big part of why I feel that way. She knows without
me telling her that I need some time alone down there. I don’t want
anyone, especially her, to see me fail. She’s giving me the time I
need without making a big deal out of it. I need to make sure she’s
okay, though.

“You’re okay with this? Not too tired?”

“My ribs ache a little, but I’m good. Go on
down, Joel.”

“Thank you.”

“De nada.”

I smile as I kiss her lightly on the lips.
I’m still smiling like an idiot as I ride down in the elevator and
walk through the lobby. The security guys nod their heads as I bid
them a good night, and head for the game room. Once I enter that
room, my smile slips.

The cages are in the back of the large room,
and just like Miles promised, they’re regulation size. My feet
don’t want to move, but I force myself to walk. I have to do this.
There’s no chance of going back if I can’t bat again. I’m a second
baseman, not a pitcher, but my injury could have still ended my
career. I’m lucky I was good enough at my job for the team to hold
a spot for me and not just release me. Now I just need to prove
that I deserve this second chance. I need to prove it to myself,
and then I can prove it to them.

I pick up a bat, and swing it around. Over
and over again, warming up my arm. It doesn’t hurt, and there’s not
much stiffness. My confidence starts to return, and I know I’m
ready. I may be cocky, but I’m not stupid, so I start with the
lowest setting. I hit most of them, and move up to the next
level.

On the fourth level, I sense her watching.
She doesn’t speak, and neither do I. I’m in the zone, and we both
know it. I keep at it for hours, getting through every level. My
shoulder is sore as fuck, but it was worth it. I’ve still got it. I
can still play.

I turn to Sierra, but she’s not standing
behind me. She’s on the ground, with her hand holding her side. Her
eyes are closed, and she’s not moving. No. Just no.

I drop the bat and slide onto the floor in
front of her. “Gatinha. Sierra. Querida, please open your
eyes.”

“Joel. Are you done?” she asks, sitting up.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

Asleep. Oh, thank God. She was sleeping. Of
course she was sleeping, she just came home from the hospital, or
wherever she was being treated. “I’m the one who’s sorry. You
should’ve been upstairs resting instead of watching me bat.”

“Why? I loved watching you. You look even
sexier than usual when you’re doing your thing.”

“Thank you. For believing in me, and giving
me space, and just for being you.”

“You’re welcome. About tonight…I don’t think
I can…you know. I’m just in a little pain, and so tired. I’m
sorry.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“No. I want you to stay, and hold me in your
arms.”

“Then that’s what I’m going to do.”

“O melhor namorado alguma
vez.”
Best boyfriend ever.

“Not yet, but I will be. I promise.”

I can’t promise her forever, but I can
promise her that I’ll be the best I can possibly be while we’re
together. She deserves more than that, but it’s all I’ve got right
now. I just hope it’s enough to keep us both in one piece when I
have to leave.

Sierra

I wake up warm, but also cold. Strong arms
are wrapped around me, but right above them, my right boob is
practically frozen. It takes me a moment to realize that Joel’s ice
pack from his shoulder must have slid down during the night, and is
not only melted, but it’s resting on the aforementioned boob.

“Merda,” I say softly, but apparently not
softly enough.

The hard body behind me starts to shake with
laughter. “You just woke up, and cussed in Portuguese.”

“Yeah, well, you wake up to a frozen boob
and see if you can stop from blurting something out!”

“Frozen boob? Oh, shit. I’m so sorry,” he
says, throwing the melted pack over his shoulder.

“It’s just cold.”

“I’ll warm it back up.”

Before I can react, the tank top I went to
sleep in is lifted up, and his mouth is latched onto me. His tongue
swirls over my tight nipple as I arch into him. “That feels so
good.”

Instead of answering, he kisses his way over
to the left nipple and gives it the same treatment. My breasts
almost fit in his mouth, and his beard feels so good rubbing over
me as he licks, sucks, and—oh, God—bites. My pelvis has a mind of
its own, and starts moving against his very nice morning wood,
flannel pajama bottoms and boxer briefs be damned.

“Tão bela,” Joel says as he
looks down at my breasts, which are wet and red from his
attention.
So beautiful.

I try to pull his mouth to mine, but he has
other ideas. He rains kisses over my ribs, making sure to give the
ones that were bruised some extra attention. While I love it, I
want his mouth on me. So I demand it.

“Me da um beij.”

“I am giving you kisses.”

“On my lips.”

“Heading there, querida,” he assures me,
smiling against my stomach before nibbling on my hip.

Okay, yeah. My mouth can wait a little
while. He sits back and looks at me as he pulls my pajama bottoms
and panties off. His erection is fighting against his briefs, and I
can’t wait to help him out with that. I lick my lips and see his
eyes widen and lips quirk up before he looks down and pets me.
There’s no other word for it as he lightly runs his fingers over
me, again and again.

“Que lindeza,” he whispers, almost
reverently as he looks down at where his fingers are teasing
me.

“You think my pussy is pretty?”

“Sim. All of you is pretty, Kitten.”

“Is that why you’re petting me?”

He slides a finger inside my folds, pressing
down on my clit as my hips fly up. “Better?” he asks, his hot
breath blowing against my entrance.

“Yes. Mais. Por favor.”

“Com prazer.”
With pleasure.

His mouth descends on me, and his tongue is
inside of me. His finger is still pressing on my clit and I run my
fingers through his hair the way he likes. I’ve had men go down on
me before, but none have done it with the enjoyment Joel seems to
be getting from it. He’s smiling as he takes small sips on my clit
and moaning as he licks into me. I can barely control my hips as he
scrapes his teeth over me, and then without warning, I explode.

There’s no other word for it. I see flashes
of white behind my eyes, and I can feel pleasure all the way from
my head to my toes. Every nerve in my body has come alive and is
singing a song of joy. He doesn’t stop licking and sucking on me as
it goes on and on. I’m afraid I may pass out, but there’s no way
I’m going to stop it. Finally, my body starts to calm down, and
where’s he’s got his mouth on me is too sensitive for any more
attention.

“I can’t…Joel…you have to stop.”

“You can come again.”

“It’s your turn.”

“There are no turns. I got so much pleasure
out of doing that to you. Could you not tell?”

“I could tell. It was
magnificent. I want you to come now. Na minha boca.”
In my mouth.

“Porra.”

“That, too.”

“How about that first? I want to be inside
of you when I come. You can play with my cock later.”

“I have to work,” I tell him with a pout. I
really want to get back to training, but I also really want to stay
in bed with him.

“We’ve got all night once you get off
work.”

“You’ll come over again?”

“Claro.”

“There are condoms in the drawer,” I tell
him, pointing towards it.

“For us?” he asks, and I know what he’s
really asking.

“Yes. I bought them for us.”

“Perfeitos. O seu são perfeitos, meu
Gatinha.”

“I’m far from perfect, Joel.”

“Sim. Yes. You are. You’re perfect for me,”
he tells me, rolling the condom on his very nice sized cock, and
then climbing over me. I’m pretty sure he’s perfect for me,
too.

* * *

Joel

After Sierra and I made love in her bed, and
then again in her shower, I walked her down to her car, where we
made out for several more minutes. Her friends interrupted us,
which is probably a good thing, since I’m not sure we would’ve
stopped otherwise.

I laughed at everyone’s good natured
teasing, while Sierra flipped them off and blushed. I’m glad she
has good friends. I have good friends, too, and I need to check in
with one of them. I instruct my Bluetooth to make the call, and
wait for him to answer.

“Hi, Joel.”

“Olá, Marcus. Como vai?”

“I’m good. You?”

“We’re practicing English today?” I ask him
with a laugh.

“Yes. I have an international meeting in a
couple of weeks. I want to be ready. You’re one of the only people
I can practice with, and not look weak.”

Marcus has been one of my closest friends
all of my life. When my parents were moved to the U.S. as
diplomats, we never lost touch. His family owns a large
conglomerate of businesses throughout Brazil, and he just took over
the company a few months ago. I know he is facing challenges from
many who think he’s too young and inexperienced to run things, but
I have faith in him. I wouldn’t have invested in the company if I
didn’t.

“Is the board still giving you trouble?”

“The board, the random assholes sending me
death threats, my assistant. I could go on, but you get the
picture.”

“Fuck, man. Death threats?”

“Yep. My mom’s bringing in some extra
security or some shit like that for the big meeting and ball. I
don’t think anyone will actually try to kill me, but I guess it’s
better to be safe and alive than ignore it all and be dead.”

“Definitely. I don’t know how I can help,
but if there’s anything you need, just let me know.”

“Do you have a hot girlfriend I can take as
a date?”

I know he’s joking, because I haven’t had a
girlfriend since junior high. At least until now. “Actually, I do
have a girlfriend, and she’s very hot, but you can’t borrow
her.”

“No shit? Good for you, my friend. It’s
about time you settled down.”

“I’ve been settled for the last year.”

“About that, how’s the shoulder?”

“Great, actually. I got in a batting cage
last night, and hit for hours. I was a little sore, but I did it. I
can do it again.”

“I’m seriously happy for you. Looks like
we’re both living our dreams.”

“Yes, we are. You just need to take that
protection coming your way, and keep yourself alive.”

“Will do. I plan to be at your first game
back on the field.”

“I wish I could be there for you at your
meeting, but I don’t play with the big boys.”

“Your investment is greatly appreciated.
Kiss your girl for me, and tell her I’m here waiting for when you
screw up.”

“Vai se foder.”

“Nah, I’ll just find a girl to fuck. Talk to
you soon.”

“Bye.”

We hang up just in time for me to pull into
valet at the SLS hotel. I’m meeting my agent here for breakfast so
we can go over my progress and have a plan in place for when I
report to camp. We were both a little worried, so I can’t wait to
tell him how my batting practice went last night.

“Hey, Dean,” I tell him, giving him a “bro”
hug when he stands from the table.

“You’re in good spirits. Did you hit?”

“I did. Last night.”

“For how long?” he asks, trying to stay
cautiously optimistic. I get it. He doesn’t want to get excited,
only to find out I hit for fifteen minutes.

“Hours, man. I don’t even know how long I
was going.”

“And today?”

“I iced it before going to bed,” I tell him,
smiling as I remember how the ice pack slid down and made that
beautiful little tit of Sierra’s cold, giving me the chance to warm
it up. “I’m a little stiff today, but it’s not bad.”

“You’re going to PT today?”

“Yeah. I have an appointment at one. He
should be able to loosen me back up, and then I’ll hit the cage
again tonight.”

“The one at the field here?”

“No. Miles Corrigan got me access to one
they have in an employee apartment building here. It’s state of the
art.”

“I would imagine so. Everything that has the
Corrigan name attached to it is the best. Especially those women
they hire for their Foundation. Have you seen any of them?”

“Yes,” I say, thankful for the waitress
coming by to take my order so I don’t have to look at him.

“And?” he asks once she’s walked away
again.

“I’m seeing one of the interns.”

“Seeing? You don’t date.”

“Maybe I do now.”

“She knows your leaving, right?”

“Yeah. She knows.”

“She gonna follow you?”

“She’s not a bunny,” I say, pinning him with
a glare.

“I didn’t say she was. Plenty of guys have
fallen for girls who were willing to give up their jobs and move.
You said she’s just an intern, right?”