Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1) (16 page)

“Oh God, Ace made you a home run?” she asked, rolling her eyes at Ace as she smiled.

“What is it?” Whitney asked, sniffing the glass in her hand.

“Well, it basically turns you into a guaranteed homerun,” she explained and then giggled, slapping her thigh. “I’ve had two already.”

Whitney sipped the drink, but I could tell she wasn’t interested in loosening up in this environment. The back wall was nothing but windows that overlooked a large pool that took up much of the space. Women in skimpy bikinis played in the water. I wasn’t really checking out the women, but more so the players on my team who were judging a cannonball contest when Whitney tugged on my arm. I looked at her and was rewarded with a pretty shitty look.

“I was watching the guys,” I said, pointing to the idiots I played with splash the women who tried to lounge on rafts in the pool as they jumped from the side. She rolled her eyes and scowled.
Okay, so she didn’t believe me.

“Do you want to swim?” Holly asked, and I shook my head, noticing the scowl on Whitney’s face turn deadly. “Maybe later.”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Whitney said in a sharp, tight voice.

Ace grinned, pushed his sunglasses down on his nose and rolled his eyes up and down Whitney’s perfect little figure. “Sweetheart, you don’t need a suit.”

Holly slapped him on the arm playfully, Whitney offered up a fake tense smile, and I just stayed the hell out of it.

Ace took off to entertain other guests and left me standing there with the girls. It didn’t take Holly long to determine that Whitney was a dud, and she excused herself to go hang on Ace’s arm before he was snatched up by anyone else.

I looked around the party, at everyone having a blast, while I was just standing there like a lump. “How’s your drink?” I asked because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Whitney smiled and took another sip. “I’m not sure I want to drink too much here,” she said.
Yeah, or anywhere.

The rush of adrenaline I felt on the ride over was fading fast as I watched everyone enjoying themselves. Whitney wasn’t happy here, that was obvious, and with Holly hanging on Ace’s arm I was left to entertain her myself.
Lucky me.

“Would you like to go sit by the pool?” I asked.

“I don’t think I want to be out there watching those bimbos bounce around,” she scowled.

“What do you think you would like to do?” I asked as nicely as I could even though some sarcasm pushed through anyhow.

“Calvin, you know this isn’t my crowd,” she hissed, turning on me. “I’m here, but I refuse to act like an idiot.”

“I just want you to have fun,” I pleaded. “Lighten up.”

“No,
you
just want to have fun, and if I’m not, you feel like you can’t,” she hissed again.

“Exactly,” I agreed with her. “This is a big day,” I reminded her. I wanted to say
my
big day, but I knew better.

“There’s the man with the golden arm,” Rhett said as his hand rested on my shoulder. “Whitney, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” His charm rolled from his tongue onto her. She smiled, not a fake tense one like I got, but a real fucking smile. “How are you handling this chaotic lifestyle?”

I could answer that for her, but no, I wanted to hear what she had to say since ol’ Rhett seemed to get a totally different Whitney than I got.

“It’s not been easy to adjust to,” she said.
Oh, you’ve adjusted, have you?

“I bet, and your family and friends are all so far away,” Rhett added, and I nearly groaned out loud. I didn’t see how this was helping matters at all. Why bring up the fact she’s lonely on top of everything else?

“I heard through the grapevine that you studied interior design in college,” he confessed. Whitney smiled and nodded, seeming to brighten only for him.

“Yes, but mainly office spaces.” She downplayed her skill when, in fact, she was amazing.

“My home office is in desperate need of a change. Would you be willing to help?” he asked, looking from her to me, then back to her. “I pay extremely well, and I’m very easy to please.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide and excited for the first time in months. I wasn’t sure if she was waiting for me to give her my approval, so I just smiled and nodded.

“That would be fantastic,” she gushed. “Something to keep me busy would be perfect.”

Ahh, smooth one, Mr. Hamilton. I see what you did there.

He’d told me outside the club that she needed a hobby, so he did his homework, found out she was into design and ta-da, Whitney is now smiling, busy, and maybe will get off my back. I smiled graciously at him, or at least tried to, but I know I had a giant smirk on my face.

Ace gripped me by the shoulder. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to steal him,” he said to both Whitney and Rhett. Whitney shot me a glare.

Oh wow, her happiness didn’t last long.

“Of course, if Whitney would be so kind as to keep me company?” Rhett’s smooth tongue turn Whitney’s glare into a twinkle.
I really need to learn that skill.

Ace was pulling me away as Whitney smiled and turned her attention back to Rhett. “Sorry kid, you looked like you needed to be rescued,” he whispered in my ear. I glanced back at her and she was laughing, then being hugged by a newcomer. One I recognized as Todd Morris, a player with the Mets.

“Come on.”

Ace pulled on my arm until Whitney was out of view and guided me up the long spiral staircase to the second floor. There were a few people in the hallways, leaning against the wall and walking as we passed them and made our way to the large white French doors at the end of the hall.

“Welcome to the beast’s den,” he said as he pushed a code into the door before flinging them open.

A couple of the players from our team, and a few from other teams were inside sitting at a large round table playing cards. A king sized bed sitting in the center of the room was the focal point, not because of its size, but because of what was on it. My eyes locked on the two beautiful women intertwined around one another. Their bodies stretched out across the bed, nude, tan, amazing.

“This is living,” Ace said and moved towards the table to mingle with the others.

I stood there frozen as I watched the women kiss, their mouths so soft and sensual as their lips met. Long, lean fingers with bright pink polish slid across the silky smooth skin of the blonde, whose ass I couldn’t take my eyes away from. The brunette looked up, smiled at me as her fingers rolled down to the beautiful round ass I’d been admiring.

Holy shit!

“Girls, don’t be stingy,” Ace said, then smiled in my direction. “At least give him something to watch.” I had plenty to watch. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before, or even imagined. I swallowed hard, knowing I should get out of this room.

On Ace’s orders, they both seemed to be more than eager to give me more than I thought I could already handle. The brunette pushed the blonde to her back and pulled at her legs to open them for my viewing pleasure. My cock twitched in my jeans and my balls tightened as my eyes stayed glued to the pink flesh held open by the bright pink-polished fingers. The brunette smirked and slowly slid her tongue across her lips before pushing her hair to the side as she lowered between the other’s legs.

I watched in amazement as her tongue flicked against the blonde’s clit then down her slit, her finger sliding inside the blonde’s pussy. The blonde moaned and squirmed beneath her, and my cock went on full alert. I suddenly felt awkward standing there in a room full of men, sporting a hard on as my teenage fantasy came to life in front of my eyes.

“Calm down, hot shot,” Ace said, slapping me on the arm. “Here.” He shoved a rolled up fifty-dollar bill towards me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not to tip ‘em,” Ace laughed. “They’re paid for.”

He motioned towards the dresser where two long white lines of powder were set out. I had never done drugs in my life, not even pot. I couldn’t believe that Ace was willing to risk his career in baseball for cocaine.

“No, thanks,” I refused as politely as I could without passing judgment through my voice. But, I was judging. Look at everything he stood to lose with that shit up his nose.

The brunette was on her knees now, her pussy spread open below her perfect tight little ass. I watched as she plunged her fingers inside the blonde, biting at her small breasts.

“You sure?” Ace asked. He was seriously trying to convince me to indulge.

“No, that’s all you, man,” I said, still watching the girls from the corner of my eye. Ace gripped the rolled up bill and held it to his nose. I turned and watched as he snorted up both lines in one smooth motion.

Not his first party, obviously.

“You wanna play with the girls? I’ll send these bozo’s packing,” he offered.

It was tempting, almost too tempting as the brunette winked while her tongue flicked over the hard pink nipple beneath her. “No, I better get back downstairs.”

“Your loss,” Ace said and dove onto the bed with the girls.

I didn’t look back. The image of Ace in between the women would only ruin what could be used in my spank bank for months, possibly years to come. I pushed open the doors, pulled them closed behind me and let out a long exhale.

CHAPTER TWELVE

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Calvin

I
was grateful that the hallway had cleared out as I leaned against the large white doors behind me. My cock was still flooded with blood, rock hard and unwilling to go down without some immediate action. My eyes closed and I used my go-tos as I prayed my cock was not so angry at me for denying him the experience of two beautiful women that he wouldn’t go down.
Please, please go down!

A long deep breath later, I felt some relief in the tightness of my jeans. I figured once I made it downstairs and back to Whitney’s irritated glares, it would shrivel back down fairly quickly. I opened my eyes and started down the long hall towards the stairs when Caroline rounded the corner, almost running into me.

“Oh, there you are,” she cooed. Her hand was on my chest as she spoke. Her beautiful red painted lips were so full, so shiny that they looked wet. Blood rushed back between my legs, and my eager cock jumped at the second chance for action.

Down boy!

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The words fell like honey from her full lips.

I felt my throat closing and cleared it quickly. “Me, why is that?”

“I’ve wanted to talk to you.” She pouted and pushed her lip out, batting her long thick eyelashes.

Fuck me!

A set of glass doors were to the left of where we stood and a balcony just beyond that. I looked because I was trying not to look at her, not directly at least. I needed to avoid eye contact if I wanted my erection to ever go down. Unfortunately, what I was using as a diversion only created more problems.

“Yes, let’s go talk out here, where it’s private,” she said.

She tugged on my arm as I stuttered to say I needed to get back downstairs. She didn’t hear me, or she didn’t care, because I was soon standing on the small balcony, alone with Caroline Black, my cock’s worst enemy at the moment.

She smiled, all innocence, as she placed her hand on my arm.
Oh God, please don’t!
I gripped her hand before she could pull her little cock tease move by stroking my arm. “I really need to get back downstairs,” I apologized.

I started to walk away, but my eyes locked onto Rhett and Whitney sitting on the large couch downstairs. His hand was on her knee —
high
on her knee — and she was smiling at whatever charm he was spilling onto her. Todd Morris was on her other side, his arm draped around her shoulders.

I stood there frozen, which gave Caroline time to make another move. “Oh my,” she said and stepped closer, pressing her hand against the front of my jeans. Her perfume enveloped me as her hand glided against the denim, creating a friction that I could barely handle.

Stop this now.

I gripped her hand. “I have to go,” I said quickly and tried to get past her to the door. I glanced back down at Whitney, who was now laughing up at Morris, their faces only inches apart.

“Now, I know you don’t really want to go,” she said as she glanced down at my jeans, a sexy smirk curling one side of her mouth.

Yeah, sure I’m hard, but I just watched two women fucking. What do you expect, lady?

She sank to her knees, her hands working furiously at my zipper. It was like she was desperate to see me, be with me.

Was she fucking nuts? And why in the hell wasn’t I running from this place?

“There’s something about you, Calvin, something that makes me lose control,” she breathed, then looked up at me with her big blue eyes and those luscious red lips. That was the image that haunted me, the one I couldn’t get rid of when I made love to Whitney.

I knew it.

My cock knew it.

“I’m flattered, but I really have to go,” I said, pushing her hands away from my jeans. I turned, zipping myself back up and glanced over the balcony at Whitney.

Our eyes met.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I pushed past Caroline, no longer caring if she was willing to move and rushed down the stairs.

Whitney

Rhett’s charm had begun to wear thin as I wondered where in the hell Calvin had taken off to. His hand was on my knee, squeezing gently as he worked to inch it up just a bit higher. He was smooth, I’d give him that.

“So, I can’t wait to have you come to my home and give it some inspiration,” he said.

Yeah, I bet you can’t,
I thought to myself but smiled graciously.

His dark eyes seemed to penetrate me as he spoke, and in some ways, it was almost like a violation. If I wasn’t so irritated at the moment, I probably would have felt that same giddy feeling I had at the ballpark when he kept me company.

Todd Morris, on the other hand, was temptation on two legs, and all his attention was focused on me. His amber eyes reminded me of a lion stalking his prey, and I knew I needed to be cautious or he would eat me up. The thought made me squirm.