Discovering Us (13 page)

“Maybe we should’ve skipped dinner,” I whispered. When Jag had picked me up at my apartment earlier, he’d given me a kiss to end all kisses, but I’d stupidly insisted that we stay on schedule, reminding him that he’d made the reservation at Everest several days in advance, we were already dressed and that we didn’t want to be late. Besides, Rebecca and Ross had been there (she’d promised that they’d be gone for the night, though) so it wasn’t like we could just jump in bed and get down to business, right?

He reached across the table again and took my hand again, smoothing his thumb over the backs of my knuckles as he continued giving me
the look
. “Maybe. But I do like the anticipation.”

Dear God. I was gonna spontaneously combust with all the damned heat that was running through my veins. I took a deep breath then focused on the hors d’oeuvres before that happened, offering him a taste of my lobster even though he had his own. Hey, I was flustered! But as he leaned forward, his eyes on mine, and took my fork in his mouth, his gorgeous lips so sexy as they closed around it, I was done for. “Wa—wanna leave?” I stammered.

His lips twitched as he sat back and shook his head, his eyes still on mine while he chewed, the muscles in his jaws bulging with each bite. Then his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Then
he licked his lips. He definitely had this seduction thing down, and I don’t even think he was trying. I closed my gaping mouth and crossed my legs for what seemed like the fiftieth time. How could he be sitting there all cool and calm while I was a veritable horny mess?

The waiter brought the next course, the second out of seven. After this, only five more stages of foreplay to go. Jeez, this was sweet torture. What made me feel better was when I got up to use the women’s room after the third course had been delivered, Jag had nabbed me by the wrist, pulling me to him for a quick kiss and I saw that he was sporting a huge boner. I looked at him in surprise as he narrowed his eyes at me. Well, at least he had to suffer too, I thought with a chuckle as I walked away from the table.

              “Oh, my God, Jag…” I breathed out.

              We’d made it home from Everest and had barely made it in the door of my apartment before we’d stripped each other naked, though I’d kept my heels and stockings on at Jag’s insistence. He now had me pinned against the door, one hand splayed across my stomach as he knelt in front of me. He’d thrown one of my legs over his shoulder and was now languidly dragging his tongue up the inside of my thigh, his scruff brushing against my skin just as he’d promised. My fingers were laced in his hair, and when his other hand moved up and he slipped a finger inside me, pressing it in the right place, I gasped then clutched his hair hard as my leg buckled and I teetered on my five-inch heel.

              “Easy, baby,” he muttered, looking up at me, his dark eyes brimming with lust. Oh my.

              His lips eased their way higher as he kept watching me, and when they landed on my softest parts, he sucked me inside his hot mouth. I lost it then, scorching waves of pleasure radiating throughout my entire body, and screaming his name, I came harder than I ever had before. He didn’t stop until he was sure he’d wrung as much of my climax out of me as he could and my body was near collapse. Wow. He gently took my leg off his shoulder with a kiss at my knee then stood slowly, running his tongue over my stomach, kissing and nipping here and there, stopping to suck in each nipple, making my breath catch when burning spasms rippled through me once again.

After coming to his full height, he wrapped a hand in the hair at the nape of my neck, grasping my butt with his other hand and kissed me deeply. Then it seemed as if he couldn’t wait any longer and he grabbed me, turning me roughly to face the couch, bending me over the back of it. He nudged my legs apart with his foot pushing at my foot, then his hands came to my hips, I felt his knees bend slightly behind me and he slid his length up inside me, going so deep I cried out his name again, my fingers clutching the cushions.

              “Told you…” he murmured between thrusts, “couldn’t wait… to fuck you… El…” He drove up hard inside me, digging his fingers so hard into my hips I’d probably bruise, but I couldn’t have cared less. Oh, I liked this side of him, wanting me so badly that he was almost blind with desire. “Jesus,” he rasped as one of his hands smoothed up my spine and into my hair where he twisted his fingers, fisting his hand in it and pulled my head back. His leaned into me, his scruff brushing against my cheek as he huskily said, “You like me fucking you, El? Like my cock inside you?” His other hand had wound its way around to my stomach and down where his fingers went between my legs, rubbing over me, which made my core spasm a little around him and I sucked in a breath as the burn inside threatened to explode throughout my body.

“Oh, my God, Jag…” I panted.

He yanked my hair, pulling my head back again and hissed in my ear, “Answer me.”

Oh. He’d asked me a question. Right. “Yes, Jag. Yes. I love you inside me. God, yes.” And I loved this.
Loved
it. I never thought his being a little rough with me would turn me on, but holy shit did it ever.

Driving up inside me, he kept both hands where they were, one with his fingers rolling over me threatening to drive me mad, the other balled in my hair turning me on like nothing else.

He pulled out then, turning me to face him, his mouth coming down hard on mine as one of his arms went across my lower back and the other dipped down under my bottom to lift me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, arms going around his neck, and he walked us to my bedroom, his lips never leaving mine. After sitting down on the edge of my bed, he lifted me at the hips and slid his length inside me again.

“Oh, shit,” I gasped. He was so deep this way. I put the toes of my stilettos between the mattresses for leverage and grabbed his shoulders as I moved myself up and down on him.

“Fuck,” he said with a groan, his voice all sexy and hoarse and gravelly as he looked down at where we were joined, his hands sliding up my thigh highs then going back to my hips as he watched me roll them to take him deeper. “Touch yourself, El,” he growled. Wow. I stopped moving on him and with my eyes big, looked into his dark eyes as they glittered with lust back at me. I’d never done that before in front of him and it’d taken me a little off-guard. At my hesitation, he commanded, “Do it.” 

Although I loved this macho, alpha side of him that came out during sex, I sat still, unsure of doing that in front of him. He jerked his hips up hard, impaling me so deep then said in a warning tone, “El.”

Oh, God. I licked my lips as I slowly moved a hand from his shoulder down, still reluctant to do what he’d ordered while he watched. He leaned in and kissed me hard, his lips bruising mine as he took my hand in his, placing it where he wanted it, his fingers over mine, guiding them to move in circles just above where we were connected.

Oh, damn. This was completely hot and so sexy. Feeling more confident at the satisfied smirk on his face, I took over and he gripped my hips again, moving me up and down on him.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

It didn’t take long until I was there, and I threw my head back as I cried out his name. He joined me not long after, holding my hips tightly to his as he plunged up inside as deep as he could go. We were both breathing heavily, our bodies misted with sweat when he leaned in and kissed my forehead, his arms wrapping firmly around me. “You’re beautiful, El,” he said between breaths. “So… fucking… beautiful.”

“I love you,” I murmured against his neck, nuzzling into him, my body completely sated.

He squeezed me in a deep hug, kissing the top of my head, and I fell asleep in his arms with him still inside me, knowing I was right where I belonged.

Chapter 14

I was twenty-one when Jag and I were finally going to begin our life together.

We were only able to spend a week together after our night at Everest. The baseball season was well on its way and Jag was to report almost immediately. He planned to fly to Albuquerque and stay in a hotel until he found an apartment or condo to stay in, maybe room with one of the other players.

We’d talked before he left, though, and cleared up so many things that by the time he left, I felt a kabillion times better than I had since he’d gotten drafted.

“Um, so you’ll be in Albuquerque for a year?” I asked.

“That’s the plan. I mean, it could be longer, but I hope I get called up before then.” I’d made crab and ricotta cannelloni, his favorite, and we sat at the little dining table in my apartment.

“You will,” I said with a smile, taking a drink of wine. “You’re an amazing pitcher. They’re crazy not to take you now.”

He laughed. “Yeah, well, that’s hardly protocol. I mean, it’d be cool, but most guys spend a year in the minors, so that’ll be me.”

“Then on to LA, huh?” I asked. Ugh. I was afraid to bring this next part up. What if he said no? I took another drink of wine, trying to get my nerve up.

“Hopefully.”

“So…”

He looked up at me as he took another bite. “God, this is good, El. I love when you make this.”

“Thanks. I know you do. I wanted to do something nice before you leave.”

He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. “Well, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

We continued eating in silence. Well, he continued eating while I drank trying to build courage. After a few minutes, he took a drink then looked at me until I finally met his eyes. “All right. What’s going on?” he asked after taking his last bite.

“Nothing.” Crap. He’d caught me off guard and my deer in the headlights look at his question just gave me away.

“Yeah, whatever. What’s up?”

“Well…” I got up and started clearing dishes from the table. “I, uh, was talking to Rebecca the other day.”

Jag sat back turning his chair so he could see me in the kitchen. “You want some help?”

“No, no, I’m good. Stay there and I’ll bring you some cake,” I replied.

I got a knife and forks out of a drawer along with plates and pulled the chocolate cake I’d made toward me on the counter. I looked over at him seeing that he was intently watching me, waiting to hear what I had to say. I turned away to cut two pieces then carried them to the table, putting his in front of him before I sat down.

“Good?” I asked after he’d taken a bite.

“Delicious,” he mumbled, mouth full.

More silence filled the room except for our forks scraping on the plates as we ate. I guess he got fed up with waiting because his fork clanked down on his plate loudly making me jump in my seat.

“What the fuck’s going on, El?”

Great. Now I’d pissed him off while trying to make him happy by making all of his favorite foods. The intense look on his face told me that I needed to get this discussion rolling sooner rather than later. Taking a deep breath, I began. “You’re gonna be in Albuquerque for a year, right?”

“Mm hm.” He’d crossed his arms at his chest as he looked at me.

“So it’d kinda be like you were in your senior year anyway, right?”

“Mm hm.”

“So it’s not like we’re losing any time ‘cause if you were at SC, it’d still be the same.”

“El…” He was losing patience.

“My point is that this year wouldn’t really be any different from the past two.”

“Okay.”

“But when you go to LA…”

I guess he could see how really nervous I was because he leaned over and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me out of my chair to sit in his lap. “What’s on your mind, baby?” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

I swallowed roughly. Jeez. Why was this so hard to ask? I guess because if he said no, it’d hurt me big time. “Well, the University of Southern California has a really great physical therapy school. It’s rated the best in the nation, actually.”

Putting a finger under my chin, he turned my face toward his. “You wanting to come to Los Angeles with me, El?”

I raised my eyebrows, looking at him hopefully. “Yes?”

He chuckled then kissed the tip of my nose. “I’d love that.”

Oh.

Oh! Well, that was easy.

“Really?” I squealed.

“Really,” he said then kissed me for real. Then he stood and carried me to my bedroom and proceeded to show me how much he loved the idea of my coming to LA with him, and I was more than happy to reciprocate.

Jag’s first year in the minors went somewhat quickly to my surprise. I think it may have been that I was so busy with school and work, so focused on moving forward in my degree, or maybe it was that I kept moving to Los Angeles to be with him in the forefront of my mind. Whatever it was, I was glad for it because I missed him terribly. But I have to say, whoever invented texting was a frickin’ genius because it got me through some pretty rough times when I really missed him. Also, gobs of sessions of sexting with Jag, our sending risqué pictures and such back and forth, helped tons because I missed having sex with him too. I was pretty sure after that year I could pick out Jag’s penis in a police lineup any old day.

The season had been April through September and since he’d left here at the end of June, he’d only gotten to play the last three months of it. But the organization had decided he was the “real deal” because they called him up in October. He’d been so excited when he called to let me know. I was at work but proceeded to whoop and holler right there in Starbucks causing the customers to throw me dirty looks since it was fairly early in the morning when I got the call.

The next week, Jag’s parents flew out to Albuquerque to help him make the move to Los Angeles and help him find a place to live. I’d wanted to go, but I was in the middle of midterm exams, so during the packing and the move, he’d kept me updated by text. I almost got kicked out of my anatomy midterm because he’d sent me a ridiculous picture of himself trying to look like some badass gang member in front of his packed car, flashing gang signs and all, his baseball cap sitting sideways on his head. I busted out laughing then had to cover it with a series of coughs when the professor gave me the evil eye. I should’ve known better than to check my stupid phone when it’d buzzed.