Rookie Mistake: A Sports Romance Novel (The Beasts of Baseball Book 1) (81 page)

His comments irritated me, but not so much because of him, more so because of whoever had been telling him all this false information.

I stripped out of my uniform and wrapped a towel around my waist while the kid stood there looking dumbfounded. “You plan on washing my back?” I snorted.

“I’m s-sorry.” He was stuttering like a nervous bitch as he backed away.

Good ole’ Frank Lewis, the centerfielder, was already in the showers, singing and acting a fool under the streams of water. I wondered why a man who had such an obviously small dick would purposely draw so much attention to himself while naked in a huge open room surrounded by other men.

“You going out for a drink tonight, Frank?” I interrupted the chorus of
Welcome to the Jungle.

“Oh hell, yeah. The Beasts are back, that’s a damn good reason to celebrate!” It didn’t take him long to continue his screeching.

I dropped my towel and turned the faucet to hot, watching his eyes involuntarily fall down. He shut up and quickly left the shower as I chuckled to myself. That was one of the benefits of an extra-large cock, running off annoying little dicks who sang too loudly in the shower next to you. One of the benefits, but not the best. I was planning on benefitting later at the bar. Hopefully, they had a few new girls in there to tease.

The locker room cleared out quickly with the exception of Frank, Luke, and Marty who all huddled together talking quietly. “Hey, Marty, you going to have a drink with us?” I yelled out to interrupt their chatter.

“No, I don’t think so.”

Just as good, he wasn’t much fun to party with anyhow.

I nodded and moved to my locker where I could get dressed in peace. I slid into my jeans and tight t-shirt to give free admission to the gun show for anyone who was lucky enough to be nearby and slid my fingers through my wet hair. The stubble on my face was rough and prickly as my hand brushed across my chin. The neat goatee I kept was getting swallowed by my lack of interest in a razor. All I’d allowed myself to think about the last few days was getting back on this field, shaving just wasn’t on my mind.

I shoved my phone deep into my front pocket and headed out the door. “Meet ya there,” I yelled out to Frank and Luke. Now off for the action a true Beast craved, women and booze.

My black Porsche was easily recognized as I pulled up to Home Plate. The two boys at the valet counter were pushing each other to get to my driver’s side door. “Easy, boys,” I said with a chuckle.

“Mr. Newman, it’s good to see you again,” the scrawny redhead greeted me.

“Thanks, kid.” I slid out of my seat, motioning for him to take my place. “Take it easy on ‘er,” I warned playfully, but was dead serious.
Don’t fuck with my car, my hair, or my game.

The doors were held open for me, and I walked into the place like royalty waltzing into the castle. The smell was so familiar, so soothing. Stale beer that had been spilled on the floor, grease from the kitchen with the aroma of garlic and onion wafting through the air, and ahhhh… cheap perfume.
I love cheap perfume. Where there is cheap perfume, there are cheap women.

Some young dingleberry was sitting at my table. He was tall, lanky, and what I would consider scrawny. I walked up the two small steps to my area and slid into the booth. “How ya doin’?” I asked with a quick smile.

His face turned pale, and his eyes locked onto mine like a deer in headlights. “You okay?” I asked with a chuckle.

“You’re Ace Newman,” he said finally.

“Yup, and you… are at my table.”

“Oh, man, I’m sorry…” he slid from the booth, nearly leaping to his feet.

“I’m just fuckin with ya, kid. Have a seat, I’ll buy ya a drink.”

He slid back in and smiled from ear to ear. You would’ve thought I just told the kid I was buying him a pony. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked.

“Chase Long, sir.”

Sir? Am I his dad?

“You play ball, Chase Long?”

“I do. I play first base for the Columbus Clippers.” His pride beamed from his face.

“Wow, a triple-A league. Not bad kid.”

He was young, maybe lucky to be twenty-one, but had a face of a fifteen-year-old boy. “Yes, sir.”

“Drop the sir. I’m not that old.” I waved my arm in the air as one of the waitresses passed by. “You’re a long way from home, kid.”

“No, sir… I mean, Ace. This is my home. I’m visiting my mom.”

“Your mom works here at Home Plate?” I couldn’t resist the sarcasm that seemed to ooze from my lips.

He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. “No.” He shrugged.

“Ahh, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.” I spilled a little charm onto the new waitress, reading the name tag pinned to her overly full chest. “Belinda, is it?”

“Yes, what can I get you?” she asked coldly.

Her dark green eyes stared right through me, and her tone bit me with a tight clamp right on my dick. “Four Patróns, two beers, and keep ‘em coming.” I used my sweetest tone to chisel away some of the icicles hanging from her tits.

She nodded and walked away without making eye contact.
Wow, that long red hair was enough of a turn on, but her attitude was driving me wild.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, at first making me think this chick really did get me going. I pulled it out and saw my sister’s name on the screen.
Not now.
I hit ignore and pushed it back into my pocket.

“That your girlfriend?” Chase asked like it was any of his business. I smirked, growled a little and ignored his question with the same enthusiasm I used when ignoring my sister’s call.

My mind flashed to Holly for some fucking reason, but I quickly shook it off. I didn’t do girlfriends, no matter how sweet she tasted. Or how much she made me laugh. Or how much she listened, really caring about what I had to say.

I shook my head again. Why the fuck was I thinking about her? We both knew we only hooked up to fuck when she was in town. Maybe talk a little, hang out. But that was it.

Just because I’d fucked her more than once didn’t mean anything. And just because I let her stay with me rather than get a hotel room just meant I was a generous man. No need to panic. Dammit. It didn’t mean anything.

So why was I protesting so much?

I was still pondering that question when Belinda finally returned with our drinks and slid them on the table, her chest in my face. A very nice distraction from where my fucking mind was wanting me to go.

I eyed her generous cleavage just inches from my fingers. For someone who wasn’t interested, she certainly liked to tease. I knew this game. Hell, I was pretty sure I invented this game. She wanted it, but she wanted to make me work for it.
We’ll see who has the harder job by the end of the night, and you can guarantee it won’t be me.

“Thank you,” I said with little interest in my tone. I avoided eye contact and slid two shots and one beer towards Chase. I wasn’t even sure if she was still standing there or if she had walked away when I lifted my glass to make my toast. “To nipples, without them, tits would have no point,” I boomed and then raised the glass to my lips and felt the liquor slide down my throat.

Chase choked a little on his drink. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was young,
so very young.

“Hey, wild man!” Frank called out as he slid into the booth next to me. Luke stood there for a moment like he didn’t know what to do. He looked around and seemed a little lost.

“Have a seat,” I suggested with a nod towards the empty chair across the table.

Luke slid in and immediately introduced himself to Chase. Good fucking lord; they had to be around the same age,
young fuckers.

Belinda popped back up without having to be waved down this time. She was a little more cheerful this time too, and after getting the new drink orders, she leaned in towards me and asked softly if I needed anything else.

Oh yeah, I do, darling, but I’ll show ya later.

She was going to be easier than I thought. Hell, one ignored glance and a cold thank you, and this chick was ready to drop her panties.

Luke was going on and on about Chase to Frank. Apparently, he knew who he was and even appeared to idolize him. “He’s one of the toughest hitters in the league,” Luke boasted.

The information didn’t impress me much; it was still the minors. “They say he’ll be the next Ace Newman,” Luke continued.
Now he had my attention.

“You can’t have a next Ace Newman if the original is still standing,” I snipped.

“Our day’s coming soon,” Frank said and slapped me on the back good-naturedly. Maybe his day, but I had plenty of time left in this game. In fact, I had as much time as I wanted, I would leave when I was good and damn well ready, and not a moment before then.

“I believe I’m just about ready to peak,” I smirked and slid the other shot down my throat.

Frank chuckled, but he quickly pulled himself together when I shot him a glance. I was in my thirties, not early, not mid, but now pushing the tail end and I knew that most players were worn out by then, but not me.
I’m still going strong.

“I hope I’m going as strong as you in my forties,” Luke said.

“Woah there, boy, I’m not in my forties,” I snapped, nearly crushing the glass in my hand. “You better slow your roll.”

His face turned red with embarrassment, as it should for making such a preposterous assumption. “I’m so sorry.” He obviously felt bad.

“Don’t sweat it.” I turned and waved down Belinda.

Belinda made it to the table and took my order. I bought a round of shots for the table, two for me of course, and ordered some snacks since we worked so hard on the field all day. She leaned over the table, letting me get another perfect glimpse of her smooth full chest. Her eyes lingered on mine, and her tongue glided across her lips as she wrote down my order. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered.

My phone vibrated again. I pulled it out, and my cock twitched, my balls tightening at the name on the screen. It was like I’d conjured her just by thinking of her earlier.

Holly:
Hey, I’ll be in town soon. Wanna hook up? ;-)

I read the text and felt a strange sensation in my gut. Happiness. Then something else. It was like guilt, but I had nothing to be guilty about. We weren’t exclusive. I wasn’t even sure what we were, even though I was pretty sure she might be open for more. Frank was peeking over my shoulder and grinning. I pulled my phone away from his view and motioned for him to let me out of the booth. I walked into the men’s room and texted her a quick message back.

Me:
Yep. Let me know the dates.

I washed my hands and made my way back to the booth just as Belinda arrived with the drinks. I pushed Frank over into the center and took my spot at the end of the booth where I had more freedom to play with the waitresses. My hand slid up her leg, and she didn’t flinch. Her eyes lingered on mine as my fingers moved dangerously close to the heat source between her thighs.

“You need anything else?” she asked sweetly while my fingers gripped around her soft flesh.

“I’m gonna need your panties,” I purred while my eyes fucked her into a trance.

She grinned and leaned down, her lips close to my ear. “I’m not wearing any.”

She moved away, and my fingers felt so empty, so cold without the heat of her pussy to warm them. My mind raced with images of all the sweet pussies I’d played with in my lifetime, and a slow smirk spread across my face.

Luke was blushing and laughing as he sipped on his beer, almost snorting it into his nose. “You’re just like I imagined.”

I knew my reputation preceded me, so I didn’t even ask him to clarify what he imagined.

Two blondes bounced up the steps to our table and stood there with stupid grins on their faces. The tall one wore a short skirt, so short I could almost smell her sex, while the shorter one wore long jeans, a baggy sweater, and boots. She looked like the typical February New Yorker. Damn, I couldn’t wait to get to Florida to see more skin.

“Can we get your autographs?” the short one asked, directing her question to Luke.

He blushed and shrugged as she handed him a pen and an autograph book that looked like a fifth grader’s. The tall one with the short skirt was staring at me with a nervous smile. I watched as her tongue slid quickly back and forth along her bottom lip, and she shifted her weight from side to side.

“You want an autograph too, darling?” I asked.

“I don’t have an autograph book,” she said with a strong southern drawl.

I reached over and took the pen from Luke’s hand before he could hand it back to Ms. Cover-up.

“I don’t sign books.” I reached for her hand and guided her towards me before spinning her around. I touched her leg; her flesh was so soft that it made my dick take notice. She jumped a little and then giggled as my fingers pushed up the edge of her skirt. The round, full ass cheek that was exposed looked so tender that I could have taken a bite right out of it. “Can I sign this beautiful ass?”

She giggled again, and I believe I heard yes in there somewhere.

“You may have to bend over for me so I can write.” I waved the pen playfully.

Oh hell, when she bent over, and her skirt lifted higher it was like a light shining down from heaven. Her legs were pushed tightly together, but the sweet little pussy popping through her thighs was covered with red silk. I situated the pen on her ass cheek and slid her panties over to make room. I snuck a quick peek at her pink flesh as I adjusted the material. Her lips were plump and firm, and long, loose hairs grew from them randomly. I wondered if she was a virgin.

My pen slid quickly over her flesh, scrawling out my first name, and as she turned around and smiled at me, I couldn’t help but ask, “You wanna sit with us and have a drink, darlin’? If you’re old enough, that is.”

Her chin lifted. “I’m twenty-two, so yes, I’d love a drink.” Her eyes lit up, and she quickly slid into the booth next to me, while her friend took the chair next to Luke. It was obvious her friend was already enamored with our new pitcher, which was fine with me. Without her friend to object, my hand was already between the girl’s legs, working their way slowly past her thighs.