Third Base (The Boys of Summer Book 1) (24 page)

After a tough week and a half on the road, the BoRe’s started a five game home stand with a win over the Texas Rangers, besting them by one run.

Tonight’s game was a nail biter; down to the ninth inning when with two outs, short stop, Easton Bennett, hit a solo shot deep into center, putting it out of reach of Delino DeShields.

The bats were decent for the Rangers, who were leading the game from the first inning. However, solid batting from Branch Singleton and Ethan Davenport kept the BoRe’s on the cusp most of the night.

Welcome home, Boys! Boston missed you.

GOSSIP WIRE
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Congratulations to Easton Bennett. Not only did he have the game winner, but his on-and-off again girlfriend gave birth today to a son. No word from the Bennett camp on who the father is and considering Easton was busy playing… well you can fill in the blanks.

The BoRe Blogger

T
he hot water warms my sore shoulder muscles, allowing me to rotate my arm with ease and prevent injury. There was a slight chill in the air that I didn’t prepare for during tonight’s game and I’m afraid I may end up paying for it tomorrow when I wake up.

All night I watched Daisy’s grandfather observe the game. You could tell by the way he participated between innings that he was in his element. If given the opportunity, I’d like to sit him down and ask if he played when he was younger. Some people enjoy the game, but those who grew up playing ball in streets until the streetlights came on, they
love
the game. It’s a different kind of love than the kind one has for a family member or friend – it’s hard to explain. For me, the game means everything. As for Daisy’s grandfather – well I’m not sure I’ll ever know.

Bringing Daisy’s grandfather to the game was Sarah’s idea. We stayed up most of the night talking about Daisy and how I feel. I thought it would be weird to discuss the girl I want to be my girlfriend with the girl who used to be my girlfriend, but it actually wasn’t. Sarah said a grand gesture was needed. I thought roses being sent to school would do the trick. That thought earned me a slap on my bare shoulder as Sarah and I lay side-by-side in her bed, fully clothed and not touching, after she had been satisfied by Bob. It was Sarah who suggested that Daisy’s grandfather come to the field and if it weren’t for her, tonight wouldn’t have happened.

During the game, the batboy for the Rangers gave him a ball and the BoRe Squad made sure he “caught” one of the shirts they hand out. The shirts are cheesy and often filled with sponsor promos but it’s the excitement of having one land in your hands that makes it worth it. Each time I checked, I purposely avoided eye contact with Daisy. I didn’t know what to expect, so I thought it best that we not look at each other. I could’ve pissed her off with this stunt. I’m hoping that I haven’t, but at least I was able to help her grandfather see a game - one that she probably wouldn’t be able to get him to. I’m tempted to call her, but I’d really like her to make the first move. I want to hear her voice. I’m not looking for a thank you. I am only looking for the door to open again.

Shutting the water off, I step out of the shower and reach for my towel. The doorbell rings as I run it over my hair, trying to dry it off as much as possible. I curse myself for not drying fully as I leave a trail of water behind me, but I’m more worried about who is at the door over ruining my floors. A quick glance at the clock tells me its half past eleven and I know I didn’t order any food. Kidd was threatening to have a “nurse” stop by and visit me later tonight, and if he actually called for an escort I’m going to string him up by his balls.

Everything moves in slow motion as I pull open the door and stand naked, except for the towel that is cinched around my waist, staring at Daisy. The soft glow from my porch light makes her look angelic and peaceful. She looks at me, opening and closing her mouth as if she’s unsure about what to say. I know what it’s like not being able to find the words that you need to say to someone. It took me far too long to reach out to her and once I started, she ignored me. My hand absentmindedly rubs over my chest, causing her mouth to drop open. I can’t help the smirk that forms as she watches me.

It’s as if time stands still as her gaze slowly meets mine. I don’t know if it’s desire or hatred that I see. Her fists clench at her sides, her shoulders are square and her luscious lips are in a thin line making me want to throw her over my shoulder and put her down on my bed so I can have my way with her. My thoughts drift back to the night of the rotary dinner, of her naked and on my bed. Her body responds to my touch so easily, giving into the temptation that both of us were feeling.

“I’m wicked pissed at you,” she blurts out, interrupting my recollection of the other night.

“Huh?” is the most intelligible response I can come up with because right now I’m very distracted by picturing her in very compromising positions far from my front porch.

“You,” she says angrily as she points toward my bare chest. My hand covers the imaginary spot that she stabbed as I step back, away from her dagger. “What you did…”

Daisy looks away and sighs, her shoulders slumped. My hand reaches for her, but I pull it back quickly. She’s not mine to touch right now. When she meets my eyes again, there are unshed tears dancing along her green orbs.

“Daisy…” My voice cracks as if my heart is breaking. It’s not, but I
am
trying to show her that I care, that I’m really the good guy here regardless of what people post about me. Yes, I like women and sex, but I’m human and single. I’m not hurting anyone by having one-night stands. The women I pick up aren’t looking for a long-term commitment, nor do they care if I call.

I
called
Daisy. I
pursued
her. I
want
to be with her.

She shakes her head, bringing her fingers to her lips as if she’s trying to keep her words trapped inside. I look out over her shoulder to see a lady walking her dogs. She gives me a slight wave, looking unsure of herself, likely because of the way I’m dressed. I wave back, careful to keep my hand on my hip where I’m holding my towel.

“Today, for the first time since my grandma died, my grandpa laughed. He smiled, ate a hotdog at the ballpark and heckled the opposing team. He was able to do all of this because of you and I want to know why.”

Shit what do I say? Is it because I want to make her smile or get in her pants? Is it because all I do is think about her? I’m not sure I can tell her that the reason I did it was so that she’d talk to me; because that’s purely selfish and the intent of the gift wasn’t meant to be that way.

“I did it because going to a game seemed important to him.”

Before I can register what’s going on, Daisy has her arms wrapped around my neck and her tongue deep in my mouth. She moans when I start to return her kiss. My towel falls away, leaving me bare-ass naked for all my neighbors to see. I fumble with door and try to move us away at the same time without me rubbing my junk all over her leg. I kick the door shut and blindly fumble with the lock. The last thing I want is for someone like Kidd coming over even though it’s too late for visitors.

Cupping her ass in my hands, I pull her legs around my waist and walk us toward my bedroom, leaving my towel on the floor. I’m being presumptuous, I know that, but I can’t help it because she’s working my mouth like a pro while her hands grip my hair. I set her down and pull away, using my thumb under her chin to bring her eyes up to look at me.

“Do you want this?”

The subtle nod she gives me has my dick hardening.

“We can’t take it back once we do this. You have to be sure.”

“I am,” she says softly.

“Is this because I brought your grandpa to the game?” This is my fear. I don’t want her thinking she has to sleep with me to return the favor. That’s not why I did it. I just wanted the opportunity to talk to her.

Daisy stands so she’s pressed against my chest. I’m trying not to think about how fucking hot it would be put my dick in between her perfect mounds and titty fuck her. I know it’s too much to ask for, but a guy can fantasize.

“No, it’s because I want this with you. You’re always in my thoughts, in my dreams and I think about having you inside me. At night, when I’m in bed, I touch myself, imagining it’s your fingers moving over my body.”

Her fingers trace the outlines of my muscles, causing my skin to pebble. I’m trying not to let her words get to me, but it’s no use. My heart is beating faster and my muscles constrict as she touches me. My skin is on fire, just like every other time her skin comes in contact with mine. My throat aches, even though it’s not sore, but the excitement is so much that there’s a pang there keeping my voice on lockdown while my cock has a mind of its own and is ready, straining to have some action.

“When I let my fingers push into me, I picture you doing it. I think about you being the one to cause that warmth to spread through my body.”

My head falls back when her mouth latches onto my nipple. She bites and I groan, grabbing her shoulders in reflex.

“I’m here because I want to be and tonight showed me that I’ve been wrong about you and us. I’m here if you want me.”

“I so fucking want you,” I tell her as I pull her shirt up and over her head. With a flick of my thumb and index finger her bra is off. Her breasts brush against my abs and my dick thinks the attention is all for him. He jerks against her skin, asking her to touch him.

And when she does I have to think about baseball stats so I don’t come before I get the opportunity to get inside her. Her small hand wraps around the base of my dick and starts pumping slowly.

“Tell me if I’m doing this wrong.”

“No such thing as wrong when you’re the one who’s touching me,” I tell her, reassuring her that I’m fucking putty when it comes to her hands and lips.

“I want to make you feel good.” She has no fucking idea that the images she has put in my mind will make me feel good for days to come. Knowing she touches herself and wants it to be me strokes my fucking ego like there’s no tomorrow. When her fingers make her come, she’s wishing it were me doing that to her.

Tonight, I’ll make her fantasies come true.

“Fuck, Daisy, just you being here makes me feel good.”

Placing my lips on hers, I give her a long overdue kiss. One that I hope curls her toes and makes her weak in the knees. My tongue dips into her mouth, slow and languid, setting a sweet and steady pace. My hand cups her cheek while the other massages her breast. Our lips move against each other while our tongues meet in unison. The heat inside me starts to build as I pull her flush to my body.

Daisy’s hands roam over my body, from my hair, to my cheeks, chest, and finally resting one on my dick, returning the attention she was giving him moments ago. As much as I want her to keep going, I want her naked and lain out on my bed. Dropping to my knees, I kiss along the waistband of her shorts before unbuttoning them and sliding them down her legs. She steps out, placing her hands on my shoulders to keep steady. I pull off each of her flip-flops and toss them into a pile near where I threw her shorts.

I nip at her skin near her panties before hooking my fingers into the sides to bring them down her legs. When she lifts her leg to step out, I hook her leg over my shoulder.

“Can I kiss you here?” I ask as I run my finger over her clit and into the chasm that will certainly be my death. Her head falls back as I pump in and out of her. She doesn’t answer and maybe that should be a sign that she does want my mouth on her. If the moaning that’s coming from her or the rocking of her hips as she rubs herself against my hand is any indication, I don’t think she’ll care.