Page 17 of Nailed at Home Plate (Philly Sillys Baseball #1)

FRACTURES

I felt like a giant weight had been lifted off my chest. The moment I kissed was as if everything in my life clicked at once. Which would have been ideal, except for the fact that I wasn’t where I wanted to be in my life. I wanted to be back with the team that I loved. Back in the locker room that felt like home and not some 2-bit inner city cinder block bomb shelter.

But then I wouldn’t have met her .

.

From the fateful moment we met in the Sillys locker room a month ago, there was just something about her I couldn’t put my finger on. She cowered anytime I got within ten feet of her. Which only brought my attention, and curiosity, back to her over and over again.

Despite her intriguing me to a frustrating end, the dancing aspect of this reassignment had made her an unforgiving thorn in my side for the past few weeks. The fact that I’d been just as stubborn as she was with this dancing nonsense, making us butt heads, only made the situation even more bonkers.

Never in my life had I met a woman who met me toe-to-toe. One who didn’t immediately fawn all over me because they recognized me from television or jumped in my lap after I mentioned I played major league ball. The funny thing was that she thought I was hot all along and had no idea how to act around me. Instead, she avoided me like some 16th-century European plague or gave me two tons of attitude.

It was… cute .

Okay, fuck cute. It was the biggest damn turn-on. She had been an unsuspecting tease the entire time. I thought it was just my mind-blowing frustration over a woman who made it her life’s work to annoy me to death. Had I been good at dancing, the whole experience might have gone along a bit easier. She could command a room full of loving assholes and yet she had no idea what kind of power she wielded.

was… different . A good different. An amazing different. She was carefree and goofy. Not to the extent that most of the team was, but she didn’t take life too seriously. Each day was a different adventure with her. And when she was passionate about something, it showed.

After my breakup with Vanessa, I felt lost. She and I were supposed to be forever. But the fact that she didn’t want to leave San Diego to follow me to Philadelphia spoke for itself. Trades in the majors were bound to happen. I needed a partner that would be by my side to support it. Or at least make the effort to figure out a solution to new living arrangements. Vanessa didn’t even want to try .

I had to make the cross-country move all by myself. It was a big ask of her, I knew that. But had Vanessa followed me, I would have asked her to marry me. As much as it hurt to bring a years-long relationship to such an end, perhaps it was just fate’s odd way of letting me know that I avoided a lifelong mistake.

The longer I spent in Cady’s presence, the more I realized that Vanessa was just…safe. She was a safe choice with a steady job. We went on dates and the sex was fine. But there was no earth-shattering chemistry. I thought that was a myth. Which maybe was why I had no idea what to do with my feelings towards Cady. I’d never felt them before.

Once I got to Philadelphia, the team made it feel like home almost instantly. I never had a deep connection to San Diego. I was there to play and live my major league dreams. The thought of being traded from Philadelphia made me sad. I wanted to stay here. Hell, I’d be ecstatic if I retired here. When I came to Philadelphia, I wasn’t looking for the city to have such a strong hold on me. Let alone find love.

Whoa, love?

Hold onto your fucking horses, Jamie Rheems.

I spent one night with the woman. Knowing something serious like that after one night had to be impossible, right? Maybe I was only eager for a second evening with Cady. Now that we had the weird pretenses behind us, it made everything so much easier.

She was so easy to talk to. Easy to joke around with. More so than even Vanessa had been. Me throwing the “L” word around was something I didn’t take lightly. Although it did scare me shitless to even consider it.

Was that why I couldn't get Cady out of my head? Even on the days that I wanted to punch the wall in frustration with my predicament and because of her attitude. She was the last thing I thought of when I went to bed and the first thing I thought of when I woke up in the morning.

During the game, my eyes couldn’t keep off of her as she sat in her usual staff area by the side of the dugout. She needed to hover close by so she could assist with the bigger performances with props or effects and whatnot. But for the most part, she got to sit back and watch the team make total asses of themselves during the games while the crowd cheered on and yelled for more.

It was probably a blessing that she was out of my direct and peripheral vision during the game or else I wouldn't have been able to pay much attention to anything else. Which would have completely fucked Ender over. Even though these guys played for much lower stakes, they played this insane version of baseball with all of their heart and soul. Maybe even a little more so since they had the freedom to express themselves.

Cady was a fucking gorgeous inspiration while I was out on that field during the game. My thoughts drifted to her and the wish to impress her. She inspired something within me last night.

She was athletic and lithe with her dancer body, filled out in all the right places. She was carefree and gave no fucks. With her short stature, she certainly made up for the loss of inches in outright attitude.

Damn. And that woman in bed? Completely unmatched. She was wholeheartedly into all of it. No faking. She was the furthest thing from a pillow princess. No bedding me for bragging rights. The fact that the woman listened to my every desire and then fucking begged me for it still had me all out of sorts .

My hand shot down to my post-game joggers to adjust myself. This drive after the game was taking forever. Especially with my thoughts running away like this. If I couldn’t get shit under control, I’d be picking up the pizza with a hard-on. At least I’d be able to balance the box hands-free.

After showering and getting my locker organized, I called ahead with an order as soon as I left the ballpark. The more efficient I made this trip over to Cady’s apartment, the better. She texted me the number and address of her favorite pizza joint, along with her favorite toppings. As delicious as the pizza smelled, my hunger was for something else . Namely, a petite spitfire that was hopefully waiting for me.

Despite it being only the second time I’d been at Cady’s apartment complex I drove there as if it was an old habit. I took the stairs two at a time in my impatience. By the time I knocked on her door, my heart was in my throat from excitement and nerves. For fucks sake I felt like a dumbass overeager teenager all over again.

The door opened so quickly that it sent a soft tendril of her hair flying off to the side. With the rosiness of her freckled cheeks, she looked like she had run up the flight of stairs right along with me.

“Hey.”

I could have melted into a puddle right on her doorstep with the dreamy smile she gave me. If only there wasn’t a pizza box separating us, I would have kissed her right then and there.

“Uh…” I cleared my throat to work on my best delivery boy impression. “Special delivery for a Ca dy?” Her amused snort made my chest puff out a bit.

“Well, you took forever.” She over-dramatized her words with a playful roll of her eyes as I stepped inside. Without even an ounce of hesitation, she played into my little role-play game. “You can forget about your tip.”

“Oh, I have a tip I can give you.”

The strangled noise that came out of her made me stop in my tracks as the door slammed behind me. It wasn’t like me to sexually flirt so unabashedly. I swear this woman had somehow removed my filter.

Her hands twisted into the hem of her oversized T-shirt as she eyed me up. I wasn’t going to lie. My gaze immediately strayed to the hem of it to see if she was wearing anything underneath. From the looks of it, no. The way she pulled her lower lip into her mouth and chewed on it was the last fucking straw.

Haphazardly tossing the pizza box on the bar top in her kitchen, I scooped her up into my arms. I silenced her squeal of surprise with a hungry kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on for dear life. I wanted to devour her in midair.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you drove me that entire game?” I gasped out when I had my fill of her for the moment. Somehow, I had meandered the both of us over to the couch. Her arms didn’t unlock from my neck as I dropped the both of us on the cushions.

“Me…?” Cady panted, looking thoroughly confused.

“I saw you in the stands. Watching me. Cheering me on.” Propping myself up on my forearms, I took in her delightfully pink face. It only enhanced the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her button nose.

“Oh… Um…sorry…?” I loved seeing her flustered. Especially when it was my fault. And from her admission yesterday, I knew it was always one thousand percent my fault.

“Don’t ever be sorry.”

“Even if I was checking out your ass?” There was the no-filter Cady I adored.

“Especially then.”

“Sorry, it's a habit.” Her eyes went wide as more unfiltered truth came bursting through her flushed lips. “Shit. Sorry! And I’m sorry I said sorry. Sorry!” I couldn’t help but laugh. With one rough kiss, I reluctantly got off of her.

“Maybe all of your ego-boosting of late is the reason I hit that double today.” My heart was pumping firmly in my chest. There had to be some correlation here. Cady brought my security walls tumbling down.

“Me…?” Gesturing to herself with surprise, she slowly sat up. Running her fingers over her mussed hair, she tilted her head in question.

Kicking off my shoes by the front door, I wandered back over to her on the couch with the pizza box. I for one wasn’t a fan of cold or reheated pizza. The quicker we ate, the quicker we could continue where we left off this morning.

“Yeah…” I quietly admitted. I distracted myself by opening up the box and drawing out a slice for each of us. With everything going on in my life, I hadn’t shared what was going on behind the scenes and why I ended up with the Sillys in the first place .

The words burned in my throat, wanting to escape. I hadn’t felt connected with anyone enough to share this part of my life. But Cady? I felt like I could tell her all of my inner workings and utmost secrets without judgment. “I haven’t hit a ball since my injury.”

“Really?” Her voice softened as she took the plate of pizza I offered.

“Yeah.” Normal me would have stopped there. Cady on the other hand gave me the feeling that she was a safe space to talk about my career and she would understand. “It's why I ended up with the Sillys in the first place.” The words tumbled forth and were surprisingly easy, even with the subject matter.

No going back now. I already put it out in the open. Suddenly, it clicked. Me being more relaxed, me having fun at the game, and getting that hit. “The only thing that changed was you. Us. And well…everything that happened last night.”

Cady choked on her pizza. It took her a moment to safely finish chewing and swallowing.

“What…? That…” Her lashes fluttered as she went deep into thought. The pizza hovered halfway to her mouth as she pondered what I said. I still was trying to figure it all out myself. “No…I’m sure you just figured your shit out.” She shook her head as she delicately took another bite. “It always takes time with a new team.”

I finally managed a meager bite of my pizza. She could be right. Perhaps I did finally find my stride. The ache in my knee had waned enough that I didn’t feel it when I was playing anymore. But something deep down inside me told me that it was due to the pretty little, short stuff seated on the couch next to me.

“Well, maybe…”

Or maybe it was a mixture of everything that made up Andrews in a glorious hurricane of sexiness and chaos.

“Or maybe,” The words felt foreign in the quiet air between us as Cady finished off her slice. She still avoided my gaze but now I was more determined than ever to get this out in the open. Maybe I could finally sleep tonight after denying this for so long. “Maybe I really like you.”

The single noise of strangled laughter that came out of her mouth surprised me. To my dismay, she rose from the couch and began pacing.

“Jamie…” Her wavy hair tickled her cheeks as she shook her head. She paused for a moment. “Look, last night, well…and this morning, it was fun. A hell of a lot of fun to be honest.” She was rambling in her nervousness as her fingers wrung together. “But you don’t have to do this.”

My brows rose as quickly as I stood. “Do what?”

“Whatever this is.” She stubbornly continued to avoid my gaze. Even when I blocked her anxious pacing with my body. I cocked my pointer finger beneath her chin to draw her attention back to me. “The pretty words, the flirtations–” My knuckle gave her jaw that one final uptick. That was when her eyes finally met mine.

“But…” The oceans in her irises glistened as her lashes furiously blinked. “They’re all true.” My thumb traced along the ridge of her cheekbone. She was so soft under my touch. “Like I said. I like you, Andrews. I don’t exactly understand it myself. But…I want to get to know you better. To take the time to figure all of this out.”

There was an undeniable tremble that went through her body which ended at her bottom lip. Her hands slid up my sides, timid at first before making themselves at home right above my hip bone.

“After one night?” Her voice dropped to a whisper with her incredulousness. “This kind of shit just… doesn’t happen in real life.”

“What?”

“You know…where the female lead’s crush admits feelings for her in return.”

“It doesn’t?”

She shook her head and bit her bottom lip.

“Well,” Leaning in close, I brushed the tip of my nose against the side of hers. “Then consider this a first.” Her breath halted. I felt every hearty beat of my heart. Despite me being seconds from a wild admission, it felt right. More than anything I needed to get it off my chest. “Because I, Jamie Rheems, have a crush on you, Andrews.”

The moment lingered so long that I could taste it, savor it. I didn’t want to move a muscle to break what we had between us. All I wanted was for her to say this was okay. For her to admit that she wanted it too.

“Really…?” She breathed out, her voice dreamy and sultry all at once. I was trying to be a righteous and respectful man, but fuck was she making it difficult.

“I mean it. Look, I know it's crazy. We barely know each other. But you feel it too.” My voice was raw and breathy as I ruminated over the events of yesterday. “I saw it in your eyes the moment I slipped inside you last night. ”

Cady’s nails curled into the fabric of my T-shirt. The silence was almost suffocating. I needed her to say something. To agree with me or even to disagree. Maybe I was the daft one in all of this.

“Forgive me.” My heart immediately sank. “But… it's just…difficult for me to believe.” I opened my mouth to protest but her words continued. “I’ve spent years dreaming about you. Wondering what you were like in real life. And now…you’re here, blowing my mind two different ways to Tuesday.”

I tried to suppress my laughter, but it wasn’t humanly possible. Not with someone like Cady.

“That’s good, right?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Very.” Her eyes demurely lifted to mine. “Do you think you can blow my mind again?”

It was as if her words were the match and my body was the wick. Despite another round of laughter, heat rushed straight from my head down to infiltrate every extremity. A telling little smile drew my eyes to her lips before she leaped into my arms.

Oh yes.

This was perfect.

The woman seemingly read my mind and I was all too happy to oblige. Scooping my arms under her ass, I made a beeline to her bedroom. My feet knew the way this time.

I felt her grin as I kissed her. We tumbled onto her bed, grabbing at each other’s clothes in a more heated frenzy than last night. But this time Cady got the upper hand and had me flat on my back as she straddled me.

She worked me faster than a batter stealing second base. There was a fiery look in her normally cool eyes as she looked down at me. The way her butterscotch waves tickled her cheek and jaw as she tipped her chin to drink me in, I was swooning all over again.

My eyes drifted to her cleavage. Her breasts were fitting to burst straight out of her bra. She didn’t fuss with overly complicated lace contraptions, which made it all that much easier to get her out of them. This sports bra had a front clasp that I unlatched with a flick of my thumb.

The creamy mounds burst forth in their newfound freedom and tumbled into my eagerly awaiting hands. Her nipples were already hard, aching for my attention. Sitting up to embrace her, I humbly obliged. She answered back with a sharp arch of her back, pressing her breasts into my mouth and hands.

With our one night together, I was already addicted to her flawless response time to me. It was like she took my pitch calls in stride and never doubted the call. With every new at-bat, I was becoming more and more infatuated with everything that was Andrews.

She took my tumble of thoughts with her as she pulled away, shrugging off the remains of her bra. I was so hypnotized by the bounce of her breasts that I had no idea what her next move was until her fingers were already tugging down my pants. My cock sprang free, and I let out a hiss with the contraction of the cool and heated air between us.

A happy little hum from Cady made it twitch, which only enticed her further. She had me pinned to the bed by sitting on my thighs. I was strong enough to flip the odds in my favor but fuck, I was eager to see where this was going .

Cady didn’t leave me in rabid anticipation for long. Her hands reached out and wrapped around my straining cock. My head fell back to the bedding as my breath caught. Fuck. I had a whole game plan to claim this woman as mine again. Yet here she was, turning me into a single-brain-celled organism with one stroke.

Slender fingers danced around the circumference. There was something about the delicate way she went about it that made me sit back and watch her wonderment. This woman was something else.

Tucking an arm under my head, I was able to tip my chin down enough to watch her work. My cock ached to no end, and she had barely touched it. It took everything in my power not to grab ahold of her and do what I wanted. To hear her scream my name over and over again.

Pre-cum dribbled from my tip at the thought. The woman was vocal and the fact that she got off to thoughts of me drove me fucking insane. Talk about a hell of an ego boost. More than any fucking home run or grand slam hit I’ve ever done.

Even better than–

Holy motherfucking shit.

While I was mid-thought she dove headfirst to my cock. Those pretty pink lips of hers parted. Behind my eyes, I saw an inky blackness with sparkling stars for a moment. I didn’t exactly expect this sort of thing. But fuck it was an amazing bonus.

Once I managed to get my thoughts back in order, my eyes refocused on her. In the dim light of her bedroom, with the flicker of the city lights through her window, she looked otherworldly .

I watched in disbelief as she swallowed inch by inch until her lips brushed against the base of my cock with a wet gag. Jeezus, she was going to set me off at any second.

“Fuck, Cady…” I gasped out as she slid her mouth off only for it to be replaced by her slowly pumping fist. The taut skin of my cock glistened from her spit and made a proper lube. I couldn’t help but buck my hips up into her grip. I needed more. I wanted more.

She didn’t answer me, instead, she bowed once again to me, drawing the swollen head into her mouth while her hand continued its work. My head fell back to the bed with a gasp as my vision whited out. The fucking woman was going to be the fucking death of me. An outright delicious death if there ever was one.

“… fuck …fuck yes .” The words spilled from my lips, a thankful reverence to the woman that had bewitched me mind, body, soul, and cock at this point.

Reaching down, I caressed my fingers across her cheekbone before tangling them in the loose locks of her hair. An approving rumble vibrated around my cock, and I inexplicably thrust my hips up. The motion shot my cock down her throat with a choking sound in reply. My body froze, afraid I’d hurt her.

Instead of pulling away, she continued with a sexual hunger which left me reeling. Her hand quickened its strokes as her mouth became even more eager. This wasn’t some wannabe porno hand/blow job. Cady wasn’t only talented at dance, but in her oral skills as well.

She took her time. She savored it. And fuck if it wasn’t amazing .

“You’d better slip those goddamn panties off and sit on my face if you know what’s good for you, Cady.” I gasped out. Her mouth on my cock was making me lose all my inhibitions. Hell, she in general was making me lose them.

gagged on my cock on her way up. Her face was delightfully flushed as she gasped for air, filling her lungs as her breasts thrust out with her inhale. Sitting up a bit, her hands moved from my body to address the panties in question.

She was such a fucking good girl to listen to my request without question. I let out a breath of relief from the break of contact as I was very close to coating the back of her throat. As much as I wanted to do that, there was a laundry list of other things I wanted to get through first.

A vivid pink continued to stain her cheeks as she wriggled out of her last bit of clothing. Now that she was gloriously naked, my mouth began to water. She eagerly crawled her way back up to me, straddling my torso as she went. But instead of moving her hips up to my awaiting mouth, she did a sudden twist and dropped her lips right back on my cock where she left off.

I choked on my next inhale. The woman was a force to be reckoned with. Instead of me having my turn with her, I now had a front-row seat to her soaking wet cunt as she worked my aching dick.

Did her giving me a blow job make her all wet and needy like that?

Because fuck .

Because fuck fuck fuck .

It took me a moment to focus on what I wanted to accomplish as her worshiping mouth had my eyes going crossed. Remind me why I thought this was a good idea? How the hell was I going to concentrate on making her scream when her mouth was busy working utter magic?

Reaching out, I eased her legs into position. Her knees found a spot on either side of my cheeks while the top of her thighs rested against my shoulders. The scent of her was heady and sent me reeling.

With the pads of my thumbs, I parted her folds, relishing in the absolute vision of her flushed, bright pink skin. She glistened in the dim light as if she glowed from the inside out. I dove in.

Nectar of the gods she was. All sweet and hot. Because of me.

“For fucks sake, Cady. You’re gonna be the death of me.” I gasped out against her slit. I watched as the creamy skin along her ass pebbled with goosebumps from my hot breath.

Her essence thoroughly coated my lips and tongue and yet I couldn’t get enough. She could only reply with a sharp inhale around my cock that was swiftly followed by a moan as my mouth closed over her swollen clit.

That little bundle of nerves was begging for attention. I felt her thighs tremble to either side of my cheeks as I applied ample suction. I knew I was getting somewhere when her mouth began to falter on my dick.

Grinning to myself, the pads of my thumbs dipped into her slit to open her up even more. Stretching her out, I dove in like a starving man. My tongue slid in to swirl around her searing hot channel. I dragged the surface of it from her slit straight up her perineum .

That did it.

Ripping her mouth off my cock, her back arched sharply as she cried out into the room. Dipping my chin down, my tongue returned to her cunt before drawing her clit back into my mouth. I suckled on it for a moment, my noises of delight piercing her cries. Moving my bottom lip gave me room to flick the tip of my tongue back and forth against the protruding skin.

My god she was heaven. On all fours she deliciously responded to my every move, pleasuring her in return after she had done the same to me. Easing off my oral attentions just a bit, I slid two fingers slowly inside her.

Her body welcomed me like an old friend. At this rate, we were some semblances of that. I was doing my best to commit each and every curve of hers to memory. To memorize what touch and intensity made each sort of noise that fell from those luscious lips of hers.

My fingers disappeared with ease. I wanted to do everything in my power to consume this woman from head to toe. Starting with her creamy center was as good of a place as any.

With the talents of my fingers and mouth, she had abandoned her efforts south of my border. Which made this a hell of a lot easier for me to get her back to screaming my name. Adding another finger, the threesome did a subtle twist inside her that had her mewling into the night air.

I found myself getting lost in her epicenter. Each thrust of my fingers sent her cunt flexing around them. I had a front-row seat to the rush of desire that dripped out along my digits. No words made it from her mouth, only utter nonsense as she couldn’t string a coherent sentence together. I felt myself getting harder and harder with each hot cry from her mouth against the tip of my dick.

Latching my lips around her clit, I made magic with my tongue, fingers, and lips. A tag team effort to get her to climax. With each withdrawal of my fingers, I felt her wetness pepper my cheeks. She was getting more soaked by the second.

Cady’s thighs trembled against my cheeks before a piercing cry of my name hit the air. Her cunt squeezed around me as a gush of her sweet cum trickled over my lips as they still worked her clit. My mouth opened, drinking her in and savoring every last drop.

Everything all at once with Cady’s orgasm unexpectedly sent me over the edge. Moaning and enjoying my bounty, liquid hot desire pooled deep in my belly before shooting straight out the tip of my cock.

Shit.

Fuck…

Her body jerked back in surprise as I lost my mind for a few seconds, blacking out as I emptied the carefully curated contents of my balls without a single touch from her.

All over her face.

Once my brain came back online, my head shot up off the bed as Cady adjusted her body to sit her ass down on my chest. Swiping my hand down my wet face, I reached out to apologize but stopped dead in my tracks. Settling in, she tossed me a look over her bare shoulder .

With a smug curl to her lips, her pointer finger slowly slid along her cheek. I watched with utter fascination as she collected my cum with the digit, coaxing it along her skin to her lips.

And lapped up the pile of cream with a delighted little hum.