Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1) (8 page)

“You’re a new pitcher, right?” a cute little blonde asked.

“Yes, I am,” I agreed and then signed my name on the napkin she handed me.

“I don’t have anything for you to write on,” a dark-eyed brunette said playfully, “except me.” She pushed her chest towards my hand. Whitney had a grip on my leg, and I knew she wasn’t pleased with the girls, but they were fans, we were a new team, and Rhett had told us to mingle and keep people happy. I pressed my marker against her flawless flesh and scribble my autograph quickly before handing her back the pen. She batted her eyes, bit her bottom lip and winked before walking away.

“Wow,” Whitney gasped. “It’s like I don’t even exist to these women.” I knew she wanted to use another word, maybe whores or sluts, but she was too nice for that.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered in her ear.

“It’s okay, I know you have to do your duty,” she hissed. “It would just be nice to spend some time with my man without other women butting in.” I knew she was still sore about last night, so I slid my hand high on her thigh and squeezed, claiming her as mine. My lips pressed against her neck and my teeth grazed her skin as she giggled. I always knew how to calm her down.

“I need to go to the ladies’ room,” Holly announced and stared directly at Whitney, giving her some secret female look. She nodded and pushed for me to let her out of the booth. Women traveling in pairs to the bathroom seemed unnecessary to me, but by now, I was over needing an explanation. I kissed Whitney softly on the cheek and patted her ass playfully as she walked away.

Ace slid over to me. “That Holly chick is one hot kitty.” His voice was thick and sticky, clinging to my ears whether I wanted it to or not. “Sure that’ll be an easy home run.”

“Ace, I told you not to fuck with her,” I warned.

“Oh, I have no intention of fucking
with
her.” He snorted. “She was a wild cat at dinner,” he whispered loudly. “Her hands were everywhere, and her legs open, inviting mine to play.”
None of this I wanted to hear, none of it.

I decided to change the subject from Holly to the little brunette that got grabby under the table. He let out a yelp and gripped me tightly around the neck, pulling me to him. “That’s the kind of shit you’re missing out on, kid, as long as Whitney is around,” he said.

I knew there was no way to convince Ace that having Whitney around was better than exploring new pussy every night. I loved the stability of our relationship, and meaningless sex really didn’t appeal to me. Not that I knew much about meaningless sex. I’d been with Whitney for forever.

A tall brunette with bright blue eyes, large breasts, and a wide puckered mouth arrived at our table with a tray of drinks. Two fruity concoctions complete with cutesy umbrellas for the girls, two bottles of beers and four shots of Patrón for us.

“I don’t know if doing shots is a good idea,” I said. “Whitney wasn’t too happy with me last time.”

“Well, then I suggest you do ‘em quickly,” he said as he pushed two of the glasses in my direction. “I see them coming now.”

I lifted the first glass and clinked it against Ace’s. “To the best season ever!” he shouted and, we both guzzled down the liquor. He quickly picked up the second glass and motioned for me to do the same.

I saw Whitney in the crowd, getting closer to our table, and knew if I was going to do it, it was now or never. I lifted my glass, and we clinked again. This time, he yelled out, “To never having an empty bed at night, and always an empty one in the morning!”

I guzzled down the liquor, even though his toast was not one I agreed with. Waking up with Whitney by my side each morning was something I looked forward to.

Women flocked the table, squeezing into the booth as the girls arrived back. Whitney looked like she might explode if I didn’t act quickly. I slid out of the booth and gripped her by the waist. My lips pressed against hers, tense at first, but then they relaxed and parted so my tongue could explore her mouth.

“You taste like tequila,” she commented as I pulled loose from the kiss.

“You wanna get out of here?” I asked. Her eyes lit up and that beautiful smile I’d been missing returned.

She bit her bottom lip. “What about Holly?”

I blew out a breath.
See, this is why you shouldn’t have called her,
is what I wanted to say. Instead, I said, “We’ll stay for one drink, then she can decide what she wants to do.”

Ace had a brunette on his lap. Her breasts were almost falling out of her small top, and her short skirt was so revealing I could almost guarantee her pussy was shaved. Holly was trying to hide the fact that she was pissed as she stood there, waiting for the girls still sitting in our booth to leave. Whitney leaned over the table and whispered something to a blonde. She spoke to her friend next to her, and the women scurried out with their tails tucked between their legs like little wounded puppies.

I had no idea Whitney had a tough side. I liked it… a lot!

I watched as Ace continued to flirt with several of the women surrounding him, and his fingers came dangerously close to the shaved pussy of the one on his lap. Holly leaned in and whispered something in his ear. He smiled, stared at her for a moment before gently pushing the little brunette to her feet, then said something to disassemble the herd of women that were in our private section.
Okay, so Holly obviously had some game too, good for her!

Whitney sipped on her drink while my hand played with her leg under the table. Her skin was so soft, so inviting that all I wanted to do was take her home and sink into it. “Are you ready?” I asked, my hand gliding farther up her thigh. She leaned towards Holly, whispered something in her ear that I couldn’t hear and then turned back towards me.

“She isn’t ready to go.”

I lifted a shoulder. “She’s a big girl. She can stay.”

“I’ll take good care of her,” Ace said, leaning over to interject into our conversation. Holly squeezed his arm and nibbled on his neck. The irritation in Whitney’s eyes bordered on toxic.

“One more drink,” she offered, and I nearly groaned out loud.

Ace held his hand in the air and snapped his fingers at the waitress. She nodded and scurried to the bar where she loaded her tray with another round of drinks.

“I don’t want a shot,” Whitney spouted as the waitress placed the four glasses down onto the table. She placed another fruity drink in front of the ladies, then set two beers in front of me and Ace. The asshole smirked at me, leaving me to explain that the four shots were ours, not the girls.
Great!

Ace slid two shots in my direction. I pushed them back. “No way man, I’ve had enough,” I said, mostly because of the look I was receiving from Whitney.

“I’ll take one.” Holly smiled, and I slid one of mine towards her. She looked at Whitney, giving her a glance as if they were speaking telepathically. It was evident by her head shake and pursed lips she wasn’t interested in the shot.

“Don’t be a little bitch,” Ace teased.

I didn’t make eye contact with Whit. Instead, I just gripped the shot glass in my hand and held it towards Holly’s and Ace’s for the toast.

“To great friendships, may they last forever,” Ace said loudly, and we slung the liquor down our throats.

He quickly grabbed the fourth one and sucked it down. I noticed his attention being diverted from Holly and towards the cute little brunette that had been on his lap earlier. “I’ll be right back, have to hit the head,” he stated and quickly moved towards the men’s room where the little brunette followed.

Whitney tried to reason with Holly while Ace was gone. “You need to just come home with us; you can see him again,” she insisted. “If you go home with him tonight, you’re nothing more than a one-night stand.”

Her words were useless. Holly was adamant about her plans to spend the night with Ace. “I’ll be fine.”

“What if he leaves you and takes off with one of those whores he was fawning all over earlier?” Whitney argued.

She made a good point, because I was almost certain the little brunette was getting a ride on the Ace Newman train right about now, probably pushed up against a dirty stall wall, moaning as some random guy took a shit, forced to listen beside them.

“He won’t leave me, trust me,” Holly said with confidence.

Twenty-five minutes later, Ace finally came back. His face was flushed, and sweat beaded up on his forehead. It was obvious what he had just done, but just in case it wasn’t, he leaned into me as the girls chatted.

“I tore that little piece up,” he boasted. “She got personally introduced to the beast.” His eyes lingered towards the little brunette, who blew a kiss in his direction.

“Thanks for dinner, and for a great night, but we are heading out.” Whitney jabbed me in the ribs, interrupting his little boasting session. “Are you sure you aren’t coming with us?” she asked Holly in a stern motherly voice.

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” she beamed.

I hated leaving her with him now. Especially knowing he’d just banged some random chick in the men’s room. I could have told Whitney so she could keep her from making a big mistake, but man code wouldn’t allow it. Besides, Holly was a big girl. This wasn’t her first rodeo and she absolutely knew the pile of shit she was about to step in to. And she really, really looked like she wanted to step in to it.

“If you need us, call,” I said and scooted out of the booth.

Ace stood and pulled me into an awkward man hug. He whispered in my ear, “Next time, don’t bring along the boss, and we’ll have some real fun.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

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hitney whined about Holly all the way home, totally ignoring my advances. My mouth was on her neck, nibbling at her skin, my hand sliding farther and farther up her thigh as she groaned, “He’s going to break her heart.”

“Maybe, but she’s a big girl,” I said, continuing to work my fingers towards her silk panties. Her legs clenched together, her body stiffened, and it became apparent that fucking around in the back of the cab wasn’t on the menu.

“Look, Ace is a player, but you never know, maybe he’ll like Holly,” I stated as convincingly as possible.

“You really think so?” Her big green eyes looked so beautiful I could just dive right into them.

“Yes, it’s always a possibility,” I lied.

The cab pulled up in front of our apartment, and after quickly handing him enough cash to cover the fare and a tip, I slid out of the backseat and held out my hand for Whitney. Her perfume was driving me wild, and all I could think about was stripping her out of that dress and making love to her. My hands gripped her waist as I guided her inside. Up each step, my eyes lingered on her ass cheeks, so perfectly round and tight. I wanted to lean forward and take a bite. By the third flight, I couldn’t resist any longer, so I leaned forward and bit down gently, causing her to squeal.

She picked up her pace, her heels clicking on the bare steps as she raced to get away from my teeth. She giggled when I caught her at the door, my body pressing into her hard so she could feel my erection while I worked the key into the lock. Once the door was open, she ran again, laughing as she headed towards the bedroom. I took my time, knowing she was finally in the mood and wanting to tease her a bit before catching her.

“You know you can’t hide from me,” I called down the hallway. Giggles echoed through the apartment in return.

I opened the fridge and took out a beer, twisted the cap and then sipped the cold liquid while I let her squirm a bit longer. Arms wrapped around me and quickly moved south to the hardened rock in my pants. Her fingers worked my button and then my zipper as I finished my drink. Before I took my last sip, my cock was in her hand, and she was stroking it gently as she let out another one of her involuntary soft sighs.

Her lips were still perfectly painted, full and sensual as they puckered towards mine for a kiss. My tongue wasted no time coaxing apart those pink lips and finding its way inside her sweet mouth. She tasted like the strawberry drinks she had ordered and smelled of vanilla.

This is what I call dessert.

Her lips pulled away from mine, and her body lowered until her mouth met the tip of my cock. She squeezed my balls gently in her palm, rolling them as she licked up my length.

Sweet Jesus, I could come in her mouth right now!

Those beautiful green eyes looked up at me as her lips stretched around my shaft. There was an innocence in them that drove me wild, and the deeper she took me into her mouth, I could see them begin to water. My hand gripped her hair, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her mouth was wet, warm, and offered a variety of sensations, from hard suction to gentle flicks of her tongue.

I used my go-tos when I got too close — baseball, Aunt Edna and even tried to remember the taste of dill pickles — but it was useless. I needed to stop her before it was too late. I wanted to save my cum for her pussy, the tight, delicious place where my cock loved to play. I pulled on her hair, pulling her away from my cock. She refused to go.

Instead, she wrapped her hand around my thigh, squeezed my balls tightly in her other hand and took me back into her mouth. She was latched on tight, sucking hard and fast as my legs began to tremble, and my eyes rolled back in my head. A loud grunt exploded from my lips and echoed off the kitchen walls as I came into her mouth, down her throat. I quickly pulled myself together enough to look down at the image of her licking me from her lips.

Deliciously beautiful.

I kicked my shoes off and my pants from my ankles. I reached down, lifting Whitney to her feet and then scooped her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom. I kissed her hard, my tongue tasting the mixture of her fruity drink and me. I tossed her gently onto the bed and stood back to take in her beauty.

I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor behind me as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to her ankle. My tongue worked up her leg to her knee before tracing a path up her thigh. I kissed her skin softly, teasing, then pushed her dress over her hips so my tongue could continue its journey along her body. I teased her with long soft laps that glided to her inner thigh and stopped at the start of her panties. The sweet smell of her pussy so close to my mouth made it water.