The Lineup(76)

“I really think you need help.”

I chuckle and entwine our hands together. “Probably. So, you’re going back to the office? Probably for the best, as I have to hit the cages this afternoon. One of the pitchers wants to meet with me, get to know me, maybe toss a ball around a little.”

“Are you nervous about being on a new team?”

“Nah, I’m excited. Tampa was awesome, but Chicago is home. Even if I’m playing for the Rebels, I know they’re a great group of guys and we have some amazing prospects in the farm system. I feel good about it.”

“You’re so positive, all the time. It’s infectious.”

“Yeah?” I tip her chin with my finger. “Find yourself smiling more often?”

“Maybe a little.”

With the sun shining through my floor-to-ceiling windows, playing with the light and shadow on Dottie’s beautiful face, I know these are moments I’ll appreciate with her, where she drops her impenetrable shield and becomes vulnerable. She allows herself to enjoy the moment, to feel, to experience.

She isn’t guarded, she isn’t trying to put on a strong face, instead she’s sitting here with me, hand in hand, taking a second to breathe.

“Kind of wish I didn’t have to go to work.”

“I know, but it will be worth it tomorrow.” I tug on her hand, forcing her to fall into my chest. Her free hand lands on my pec and I lift her chin just enough that we’re a breath away from connecting.

And I wait.

I don’t close the distance. No, I wait for her to do it, giving her the green light to make the final move.

There isn’t much waiting because she dives in, her mouth connecting with mine, her hand sliding up my chest to my neck where her fingers play with the short strands of my hair.

She shifts and I bring her closer with my hand directly on her ass, gripping the round globe just tight enough to let her know I will own her in the bedroom.

“God, I want you,” she says, moving her lips to my cheek, to my jaw. “I want you so bad, Jason.”

I suck in a harsh breath when she moves to my ear and plays with my lobe. “Don’t you want me?”

“More than you’ll ever know,” I admit, getting lost in her touch. “But you have work, and I have batting practice. Our first time is going to be an all-night event.”

She huffs in disappointment and pushes off me. That was painful. It’s even more painful watching her stand and pressing her hand to her forehead as if she can’t believe I’m actually turning her down . . . again.

I can’t believe it either, but I meant what I said, I want a night with her, an entire night.

“I’m sor—”

Dottie faces me and from her side, slowly unzips her dress until it’s a puddle of fabric on the floor. Standing before me in nothing but a matching black lace thong and bra is the most absurdly sexy woman. “Dottie . . .”

She lifts her heel-covered foot and presses it against my chest, forcing me to lean back into the couch and before I can protest, she works her hands to my thighs, slowly climbing with deep pressure until she reaches the button and fly of my pants.

“I want you too.”

She undoes the button.

“Like really fucking bad.”

There goes the zipper.

“But shouldn’t we . . . oh fuck.” My head falls to the back of the couch as she pulls my rock-hard cock out of my briefs and jeans. She shimmies my pants down along with my briefs with little help from me, and then grips my cock.

A look of awe and nerves scatter through her expression as she pumps my length up and down.

“Hey, Dottie, that feels— Ahhh fuck, that feels good,” I say when she rubs her thumb over the head, playing with the tip. Jesus fuck, I nearly fly out of my jeans from the sensation. Just as I start to get comfortable, she stands up and straddles my legs before sitting down on my lap. She reaches behind her and undoes her bra, letting it fall to the ground with her dress.

There is no stopping me now, not when I get sight of the most perfect pair of breasts I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.

Holy shit, Dottie.

Round and plump with dark nipples, they sway and bounce with her every move, perfect for her body size. I reach up and cup one, feeling the weight in my palm before I cup the other. She brings her thong-clad center to my dick and then leans back, placing her hands on my thighs.

And then, she rocks her hips and I just about blackout from the sensation, from the position, from the feel of her in my hands, from just how wet she is through her underwear.

“Shit,” I grunt, taking hold of her hips and giving her a better angle on my cock.

She must like it because her mouth falls open, a silent moan floating into the air. Her hands grip tighter on my thighs as she undulates with my help. Up and down, up and down, the friction building and building between us, the heat in the room skyrocketing, this moment branded on my brain.

“Right there, right there,” she says, her stomach hollowing out, her hips rocking faster. “Yes, Jason. Oh my God, yes.” Her chest lifts. I hold her up with one hand while I keep pressing down on her hips, intensifying the experience for both of us. “Oh . . . fuck,” she groans just as her pleasure takes over. I watch as she falls into bliss . . . from riding my cock. God, she’s incredible. I love that she took exactly what she wanted, however she wanted. So fucking hot.