Spring Training (8 page)

Chapter Ten

There was no way he could deny her. Not when she looked at him like that. Her beautiful blue eyes glistening with unshed tears he didn’t understand.

God save him from a woman’s tears. It was the one thing guaranteed to have him in knots, desperate to either run or, in Jessa’s case, soothe her sadness into something much more pleasurable.

Garrett switched hands, holding her wrists in one while cupping the back of her neck with the other. Her skin was hot, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. He moved his fingers into her hair, the silky strands teasing him with their softness. Unable to control the urge to taste her, he tightened his grip and pressed his lips to hers.

He loved that she opened without so much as a nudge on his part. She offered her mouth much like she’d offered her body, trusting him to take her where she needed to go.

She moaned into his kiss as her nails dug into his biceps, as if she needed to attach herself to him.

“Take your shirt off, baby,” he mumbled between kisses, moving from her mouth to her ear.

She shivered as he suckled her lobe, teasing the sensitive skin until she squirmed on his lap. He released her wrists and eased her back. “Now, Jess.” His voice rasped with need as his cock swelled to a painful degree.

She stripped the garment over her head and tossed it in the general direction she’d sent his shirt flying.

He stood, lifting her with him. His hands gripped her ass, his fingers so close to the intimate folds of her pussy, her heat burned him.

“Don’t make me wait, Garrett. Here. Now.”

The sadness he’d seen in her eyes vanished, replaced by a need he was sure matched his own. He carried her to the end of the table and placed her on the edge, away from their dinner.

“You sure you want to do this here?” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts.

“No waiting. Not even to get to the bedroom.”

His cock throbbed, mirroring her impatience. He jutted his chin. “The shorts and panties have to go. I want to see every beautiful inch of you.”

He heard her slight intake of breath a moment before she lifted her hips and shimmied her shorts off her hips.

Within seconds, Jessa was naked and Garrett was a goner.

She was spread out like a feast to his senses. The delicate scent of her skin, mixed with her arousal, made his head spin. The sight of her breasts, heaving as she fought for breath, nipples darkened and drawn tight, had his mouth watering. He rolled his tongue in anticipation.

“I’m not big on sweets, but what I wouldn’t give for some whipped cream right now. Guess I’ll have to improvise.” He reached around and ran his fingers across his plate, coating them with the juice from his steak.

Jessa moaned, watching as he spread the liquid around tip of her breast. He closed his lips around the bud and sucked hard.

Delicious.

“Now, Garrett.” Her nails bit into his shoulders as she raised her hips. “Fuck me now.”

Garrett cursed and pulled away. “Don’t move.”

He bit back a smile as she let her head drop back to the table with a thud. He reached for the condom he’d put in his pocket after his shower.

“No, Garrett. Don’t,” Jessa panted, raising her head to look at him. “I don’t want anything between us. Just you and me, remember? I want to feel you. For you to feel me.” She let her head drop back to the table. “We’re safe, we’re protected. Garrett, please.”

Garrett groaned at the thought of taking her bare. Her heat drawing him, sinking into his skin. “Okay, Jessa.” He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, loving the feel of her silky smooth skin against his. “Show me whatcha got.”

He gripped the base of his cock, rubbing it through her slick heat before easing the tip inside her. Damn, she was tight. Tight enough to make a man lose his mind.

Her back arched as he pushed forward, his hands spread wide across her hips. “Fuck, Jess. You’re so hot. You make me want to forget to be gentle. To go slow.”

She raised her head to look at him. “So don’t. I won’t break, I promise. Fuck me, Garrett. Please …”

He surged forward, not waiting for her to adjust to his size before burying himself to the hilt. Her pussy seized, clutching at him as the warmth of her arousal bathed his length and stole his breath.

She cried out, her hands reaching out to grip the edge of the table. Her skin was flushed, glistening with perspiration.

“Jesus, you’re so wet. Do you know how good you feel wrapped around my cock?” Garrett eased back, mesmerized by the sight of her sex as it opened for him.

She smiled. A slow, sensual smile. She tightened her inner muscles, her fist-tight grip clenching him.

“Fuck!” He growled before he slammed into her again. Pleasure rocked his system as he grabbed her shoulders, anchoring himself to her as he moved. Back and forth. In and out.

He couldn’t think beyond the need. Need that was tearing through his veins like a runaway freight train.

Jessa cried out as she shifted her hips and he gained deeper access. He fought for breath as he fought his release.

Her first. He had to make sure it was as good for her as it was for him. And Christ, it was so fucking good.

Garrett tightened his grip on her shoulders and thrust hard, powering in and out of her until sweat trickled from his temples.

Ah, hell. The heated grip of her pussy was driving him insane. He wasn’t going to last.

“Can’t hold off much longer, Jessa. So hot. God, so fucking hot.”

He reached between them. “Come, baby. Come, now.” He flicked his thumb back and forth, teasing her sensitive nub.

Jessa screamed, her back arching off the table, pushing him deeper into her rippling flesh. The force of her orgasm almost bringing him to his knees.

It was more than he could take. Pleasure swamped him, surging through his body and exploding in a million fragments. He slammed into her, shouting with his release as her body continued to contract around him.

His hips jerked as she continued to milk his seed. He couldn’t see straight. His legs were shaking so badly, he was afraid he’d fall over and make a fool of himself.

Garrett wrapped his arms around Jessa and pulled her close, kissing the top of her hair as he struggled for air. Still buried inside her, he eased back into a chair. She wrapped around him like a monkey and snuggled into his chest with a sigh.

Wanting to enjoy the feel of her for a little longer, Garrett ignored his shaky limbs and held her tight. He also ignored the desire to keep her wrapped around him for more than tonight. For more than this week. This month.

They were fucking. Having a good time. That was it. At the end of the week it’d be over and his life would go back to normal.

Normal sucked.

* * *

Every bone in her body had
liquefied.

And Garrett had the most comfortable lap she’d ever curled up in. Granted, she didn’t make a habit of curling up in men’s laps, but she was sure Garrett’s would win, hands down.

Which made it that much harder to move.

“We can’t stay like this all night.” Garrett’s voice rumbled against her cheek.

Spoil sport. “One more minute. I think all my limbs are broken.”

He chuckled. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

She pushed off him, a chill shaking her body at the loss of his heat. “You should.”

“Then I return the compliment, princess, because I don’t think my legs are gonna work either.”

She stretched her hands out. “Come on, hotshot, let’s get cleaned up and finish dinner. I’m starving.”

He groaned, but let her pull him to his feet.

She shrieked as he scooped her up, carrying her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. It wasn’t quite as large as hers, but it was still a nice sized suite with all the amenities.

He placed her on the counter, the marble cool against the bare skin of her backside. He methodically set about warming a cloth and she hissed as he pressed it between her legs.

He jerked away. “Too hot?”

“No, no. It’s okay.” Weird. She wasn’t used to being cared for like this. It was awkward, but she allowed him to press her knees farther apart. His brow creased as he wiped the warm rag over her swollen flesh.

It was touching, his gentle ministrations. A vast difference from the man who had fucked her silly a few minutes ago.

She cleared her throat. “I’m curious about something.”

“I’m an open book, darlin’. Have at it.”

Her body tightened at the image his words brought to mind. Garrett sprawled naked on the bed, his cock hard and ready for her to taste and enjoy. Jeez, she was acting like a horny teenager.

She cleared her throat, trying to sound nonchalant so he wouldn’t guess her real motive. “Why aren’t you sharing a room with Tyler? You guys are friends. Why the suite by yourself?”

He gave her a droll stare. “You mean did I pay for my own room because I was planning to hook up with someone?”

Busted.

“If you want to know something, Jessa, ask.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

She scowled at him. “Okay, fine. Did you get your own room in case you hooked up with someone?”

“No.” He turned, giving her a spectacular view of his naked ass as he walked away.

She hopped off the counter and followed him into the bedroom. “That’s all I get?”

Garrett pulled on a pair of shorts, covering up all that male hotness. Damn, but the man had an endless supply. Of shorts and hotness.

“What more do you want me to say? No, I didn’t get this suite for a hook up.” He considered her. “Although, it’s a damn good thing I did, don’t you think?”

“Very funny.”

He crossed his arms, his brow cocked arrogantly as he glanced over her naked body. “If you want to continue to talk, I’d suggest clothes. Stat. Otherwise … well … here.”

He tossed her a T-shirt and she pulled it over her head.

The material was soft with age, a subtle male spice lingering in the fibers. She wanted to cover her nose and breathe it in. It felt strange wearing his shirt. Possessive. Not something she should feel about Garrett.

At least it fell to her knees, covering any part of her that may entice him.

“Jesus, you look sexy as fuck in my shirt, princess.”

Or not.

“The suite,” she prompted.

“I roomed with Tyler all through college. Why would I want to put myself through that mess again?”

She narrowed her eyes at his back as he, yet again, left her to follow him as he moved from the room. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He snorted as he sat on the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him and folding his hands over his stomach. “Still think I’m the spoiled athlete who needs a babysitter, Jessa? Apparently, you have your players mixed up. I got this suite because I like peace and quiet. I like my privacy. Two things that are impossible to achieve when Tyler is around. I need to focus on my game and not worry about walking in on him having sex in my living room.”

“So, instead of focusing on your game,
you’re
the one having sex in the living room. With me.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s all right. I get it.”

“You get what, Jess?” He sat forward, irritation etched on his face. “You asked me a question and I answered it. Don’t make it something it’s not. You aren’t distracting me from anything.” He put a hand up to stop her from speaking. “I can see it all over your face, so don’t deny it.”

“How can I not feel like I’m a distraction, Garrett?” Her own irritation with the situation boiled to the surface. “You said yourself you didn’t plan to hook up and you need to focus. Well, guess what? You hooked up and you’re not focusing. Both because of me.”

“I’m not focusing?” His tone was filled with disbelief. “Last I checked, princess, my game is solid. I had one lousy batting practice. Won’t be my last. Stop making excuses. Do you want to be here with me or not?”

How in the hell was she supposed to answer that? They were in a no-win situation. A no-win for him. All she risked was her dad’s wrath, which would pass over time. Garrett was risking his job and his reputation. “It’s not fair to you.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, letting his head linger in his hands a moment before looking at her again. “What happened?”

“What?”

“Between the incredible sex we had and right now. What happened? Because I’m lost.”

“Of course I want to be with you, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. But I didn’t consider the consequences. And if we get caught, there will be consequences, Garrett. I’m not worth all the trouble this could cause you.”

For the first time in her life, Jessa wished she was someone else. An average woman with an average father. It seemed no matter what she did, who she was always came back to bite her on the ass.

“Bullshit. I don’t want to hear talk like that from you. You’re worth fifty of me, all day and twice on Sunday. If we get caught, and that’s a big if, I’ll deal with the consequences.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“I won’t lie to you, Jess. I’ve considered the ramifications of this thing between us, and none of them are good.”

“And you don’t care about that?”

“Of course I do. Christ, Jessa, the last thing I need is to piss off your dad.”

“Exactly. We need to quit while we’re ahead. Back to business.”

Garrett nodded, his gaze focused on the table in front of him. His voice was soft when he finally spoke. “We still have a few days.”

Was he insane? Didn’t he realize he was prolonging the inevitable? “But —”

“No. No, buts. I like you, Jessa. I like spending time with you and I
really
like having sex with you. I assume you feel the same, so why deny ourselves the pleasure of each other’s company for a few more days?”

“Have you not been listening?”

“I’m a big boy, I can make my own decisions. Let me worry about it.” He sighed. “And this topic of conversation is over.”

She studied the rigid line of his jaw and she knew he’d won. He wouldn’t give up and she didn’t want to resist. God forbid, if they got caught. But if they did, she’d make damn sure Garrett wasn’t blamed. He would not pay for her selfishness.

Her mind made up, Jessa couldn’t do more than nod. “I’d better get back to my room. I don’t want to take a chance that someone sees me leaving at an inappropriate hour.” She tried to smile. “And wearing your T-shirt.”

“You’re not staying?” He checked the time. “I’d hardly say eight o’clock is an inappropriate hour.”

“No, but any later would be hard to explain. It’s best if I go now.”

He stiffened, obviously unhappy with her answer. “What about dinner?”

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Jessa. You’re over-thinking this. It’s not as though we’re having sex where anyone can see us.”

She gave him a hard look.

“Okay.” He stood and wrapped his arms around her. “This afternoon at the ballpark notwithstanding. I promise to be more discreet. No handholding, no secret touches, and definitely no ass grabbing unless we’re alone in this room. Come on, princess. We’re safe here.” He pressed his mouth to her ear. “You know you wanna,” he whispered.

“Your charm won’t work on me.”

“No?” His boyish grin had her biting back her own.

“No.” His grin morphed into a full-on smile and it was obvious he didn’t believe her. With good reason. He probably got everything he wanted by flashing that handsome smile of his. Yeah, she was done for.

She poked him hard in the chest. “If your game slips, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And I’m still not staying the night.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss. “Goodnight, Garrett.”