Throwing Love #3 (The Throwing Love Romance Series - Book #3) (5 page)

I sat sipping a glass of white wine at our table on the
balcony when I saw Bennett approaching the table, coming back from the
bathroom.

“I went ahead and ordered a bottle of white wine, I hope you
don't mind.”

“Of course I don't, Emmi. You can have anything you want.”

Except a boyfriend that attends practices when he is
supposed to? I kept that thought to myself, although many such thoughts were
just sitting on the tip of my tongue.

“Thank you, Emmi, for being so supportive of my career and
everything that I do with it. I have been so happy lately, I just want to thank
you. I have such a great time with you.”

Well, so much for bringing up the practices again. I was
starting to think that I would never be able to talk to him about that. He
needed to get back on the field to prepare for his next game, and it was just
downright foolish of him to think that he could miss that many practices just
because he was talented. I wondered what his coach thought and why he wasn't
dragging him over there by the ears. They were usually really good about that.
It shouldn't be up to his girlfriend to get him out on the field. What if I
knew nothing about the game? I would totally assume that he was good to miss
any practice that he wanted.

When the waiter arrived, we ordered our lamb dinners and I
tried to enjoy my time with him.

After dinner, he had taken me sailing which was something I
had never done before. It was a very freeing experience, and we bonded even
more over it. He had taken some classes before, but he allowed me to take
control at one point and it was the best feeling in the world. Well, being with
Bennett was actually the best feeling in the world, but this one had been a
close second. I was having so much fun with him, but the whole time it had been
tainted by the fact that I knew he should have been at practice instead of with
me.

I considered telling him I couldn't hang out with him
anymore in the mornings and try to force him to consider going to practice. Would
he go or would he just find something else to do with his time? I was confident
he would return to practices, but I felt ridiculous even considering giving him
that kind of ultimatum. But I was at a loss as to what to do, if anything,
about him missing practices. I couldn't get mad at him because he just got mad,
too.

“Hey, babe, do you want to go home?” He had that look in his
eyes that drove me crazy. I was going to have to deal with this one way or
another, but right now I just wanted him inside me.

“Yes, I do.”

“What do you say about sleeping at my place tonight? Maybe
we can cook some dinner and watch a movie.”

“Sure, that sounds great.”

He frowned. “Is everything okay, love? You seem a little
down.”

He was perceptive, too, not just gorgeous. But now was
clearly not the time to get into things. Maybe before we watched the movie I
could sit him down and reason with him.

“No, I'm okay. Just a little tired, that's all.”

“Okay, let's get you back to my place, then.”

He put his arm around me as we headed back to his car.

Chapter Ten

We hung out for the rest of the day at Bennett's apartment.
We watched some sports, talked, and cuddled throughout the day. I was looking
at a recipe book I had found in his apartment trying to decide what we should
make for dinner that evening. Bennett had made me some tea and I was sipping it
as I flipped through the pages. I was thinking of making some pasta, but
worried that it was too heavy after our lunch of lamb.

“Hey, baby, what are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out what you should cook me for dinner.”

“Oh, is that right? So what did you come up with?” he asked
with a laugh.

“I'm thinking pasta.”

“That sounds fantastic, and you can have whatever you want
– even a pasta cooking baseball player.”

I giggled. “Well, that sounds good to me.”

He kissed me on the mouth and I felt heat radiate throughout
my body. Oh those kisses! His tongue found mine and there was that electricity.
He moaned.

“Actually, I think I'm going to have dessert first.”

“Me, too,” I giggled.

He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. We barely got
through the door before we started ripping off our clothes.

His kisses were deep and almost desperate, his tongue
seeking mine out. I ached so badly for him. His lips kissed and kissed again
never wanting to leave my lips. My body was on fire and I was breathless with
anticipation. I clung to him, my body hungry for his. He nipped at my bottom
lip, and I moaned greedily, tasting his lips and tongue. I had never wanted
someone more in my life and I dared to hope I would never want for him again.
He was there to stay, he had assured me of that much by his constant attention.

I felt my panties get wet as he trailed his kisses down my
jawline to my neck. I was ready for him instantly and this was just the
beginning. His kisses were electric, and he kissed my chest and began to lift
the shirt over my head. I helped him undo my bra and tossed it aside. His mouth
was on my nipples teasing me with the warmth. My nipples grew hard and ached
like the rest of my body. He flicked them with his tongue and grabbed my ass
from behind. I moaned excitedly. He undid his pants and dropped them to his
knees before stepping out of them. He helped me take off my pants and slid his
hand inside my panties. The look on his face when he realized I was dripping
for him was enough to drive me over the edge.

He lifted me up into his arms and impaled me with his cock.
I was completely at his mercy in his arms. He bounced me up and down on his
cock, and I melted with pleasure. He was hitting every nerve inside of me,
making my head swim. He carried me to his bed and laid me out. I gasped when he
slid his cock out of me, wishing he would return.

Instead he bent down and licked my opening, tasting all of
me. He sucked on my clit until I came and continued to lick me until I begged
him to come back inside of me. Not quite ready to, Bennett put a finger inside
me and pleased me to the point of another climax. He rhythmically stroked me
inside watching my face fill with ecstasy.

“Bennett, please, I need you.”

“Emmi baby, you feel incredible.”

He groaned when he plunged in, feeling every inch of me. He
pumped inside me slowly at first, allowing tension to build up inside both of
us. I cried out his name and he almost went over the edge. He bent down and
kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues finding each other again. He pumped
me faster, an ache growing inside him. I begged for more, and he plunged in
deeper, hitting the all-important G-spot.

I could not get enough of him. He was big and that wasn’t
the best part – the best part was he knew exactly how to please every
part of my body, and I came on his cock repeatedly and still he would not stop.

“Bennett, oh Bennett, you feel so good.”
 

He pumped me harder, making me scream his name. I could feel
the excitement building inside him and when I tensed within as another orgasm
hit me, he came at the same time, filling me up inside.

“Oh God, Bennett. Wow, that was just amazing.”

“Let's go again.”

I gasped. “Let me shower first.” I laughed as I ran to the
shower.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair, making sure to drag it
out and make him wait for me. I washed my body all over and then just stood
underneath the water, letting it pour all over me. My hair soaked through and
it felt just glorious. I was startled when the door to the shower opened.
Bennett stood there naked and sexy before me. His arm reached around me and
turned off the shower.

“You are taking too long, so I thought I would come and help
you.”

His cock was growing hard before my eyes, and I reached out
to touch him.

“Not so fast there, princess.” He knelt down before me and
licked my pussy slowly and carefully. I gasped. He licked around my opening,
teasing me and plunging his tongue inside.

“Mmm, that feels good, Bennett.” He inserted a finger inside
me and made love to me slowly and then with increasing speed, while he sucked
on my clit. I had to brace myself against the walls of the shower for fear I
would pass out.

“Oh God, Bennett.” He licked every inch of me, tasting my
pussy and returning to suck my clit. Between his fingers and the tension
building from my clit, my body was building up for a climax. I moaned deeply
and it just turned him on more. He sucked harder, and I came with an explosive
orgasm.

Spent, I looked down at him with joy. “That was amazing. Now
it’s my turn.”

“No, no, sweetheart, this was all for you.” He stepped out
of the shower to find his clothes.

“No way.” I followed him and jumped on his back, which
caused us both to topple to the ground where we wrestled around until my mouth
found his and I kissed him passionately.

“What I want is you. So I suggest you give me what I want.”
I stood up and returned to the shower. I put my palms against the wall of the
shower and faced my bum towards him. He seemed to get the message loud and
clear because he couldn’t get up fast enough and he returned to my side,
pressing up against my bottom. He slid inside me and pumped me doggy style,
enjoying every moan that came out of me.

He was so deep inside me that I could barely stand it. I thought
I would lose my mind as he pumped me hard and fast. I came hard against his
cock and he finished right after me. He laid his head against my back. I loved
feeling him so near to me. He turned on the shower again so we could both clean
up.

The whole experience had been so intimate and special that I
just wanted to be even closer to him. He lay on his back on the bed and I
rested on his chest. His body was overheated from the shower and it felt nice
and cozy lying with him.

I knew that I was really good for Bennett, more so than I
originally thought. We just fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. We
matched and I believed that we would make each other very happy. Did it really
matter that he missed practice every once in awhile as long as we progressed as
a couple? He was at the top of his game, surely it didn't really matter that
much. He surely had the talent for the game and that alone would take him
further having practices or not. Being so close to him like that made me
believe that everything was going to be okay.

I was startled to hear a rather loud knock on the front
door; it was almost as if someone was trying to pound it down.

“What on earth is that?”

We both sat up in the bed, our moment together lost by the
racket.

Bennett's brown was furrowed when he said, “I have no idea,
let me go check.”

“I'll come with you.”

“No, let me handle this. It's probably best that I go alone.
I have no idea who is banging on the door.”

I thought it was weird that he didn't want me to come with
him, but it was his home, so I needed to respect that. I hoped it wasn't an old
girlfriend that showed up...or a new one? Oh, there was no point in even
thinking like that, I was bound to drive myself nuts if I did.

I closed the door behind Bennett as he left the room. I
wasn't sure who would be at the door, but I didn't want to be discovered if it
happened to be someone from the press. I waited and listened for Bennett to
open the door and I got nothing. A lot of time seemed to go by and I wondered
what was taking him so long to answer the door. Was he just peering out the
peephole at them? The whole situation was beginning to get a little weird for
me. My instincts were screaming to me that something strange was going on.
Whoever was at that door meant business and the banging continued.

It had to be a girl – he was cheating on me and didn't
want me to find out. It had to be that, otherwise why wasn't he answering the
door? Why didn't he let me come out there with him? It was so bizarre, and yet
it made total sense if he was cheating on me. I wasn't sure if I should march
right out there and demand to know what was going on. But then I heard the door
open and what I heard next made me grateful that I had not gone out there.

Chapter Eleven

I almost threw up when I heard my father's booming voice
come through the living room. He was so loud that I could hear him all the way
in the bedroom. What the hell was he doing there? And why hadn't he told me he
was coming to town?

When Bennett swung open that door not only did the Triple A
coach walk in, but he was followed closely by my father. I could only imagine
that Bennett was absolutely mortified to have him there – especially with
me naked in the next room. I cracked the door open a bit and could see my
father standing there looking about as angry as I had ever seen him. I stood
there in complete silence, trying to catch every word that was spoken.

“I want to know, Mr. Thomas, why the hell you weren't at
practice today? And what's worse is that after talking with your coach, it
turns out you haven't been at practice in quite some time. So what the hell do
you have to say for yourself?”