“So, back to you. What do you do?”
“I’m a ballplayer. Baseball, so sorry to disappoint you.”
“Oh, that is disappointing.” She frowned. “But I bet you’re hot in uniform. Of course, I can’t make that judgment until you stand up.” Her eyes flicked to the back of my chair as she muttered a thank-you to the bartender when he set the glass in front of her, almost breaking character when she sputtered the first sip.
Bourbon wasn’t Rachel’s drink of choice. She preferred a margarita, a glass of wine, or something sweet and fruity. The harder stuff wasn’t her thing, but she loved a good fantasy.
“I guess you’re on a long stretch of games?” She traced her finger around the rim of the glass. “Too bad you can’t ease the loneliness somehow. But I guess it’s hard to do that without some company, right?” She took another sip, her face twisting in a grimace as she set it down. I had to sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing.
She was sexy and so damn adorable.
“This is my second week on the road. It’s tough. What about you? You’re here alone, so you must be a little lonely too, right?”
“Sure, maybe a little. But I like being alone. See, I’m a writer, so I get the best inspiration just by people-watching. And you caught my eye the minute you came in.” She propped her elbow on the counter, resting her chin on her palm. “I bet you have a ton of good stories.”
“A writer. What kinds of stories do you write?”
“Dirty ones,” she said with a wink. “I guess that’s why the hot ballplayer in the room gave me the most inspiration.”
“Glad I could help. So, what do you mean by inspiration exactly?” I inched closer, grazing my knuckle from the back of her calf to where the hem started at her thigh. “Does that mean you’ll leave me and go upstairs and write the sexiest scene you can dream up? Or…” I flattened my palm and skated my handover her knee, teasing the inside of her leg. “You’ll slip your hand in between those beautiful legs and play with that soaked pussy until the thought of me makes you come.”
She let out a gasp, clenching her legs shut around my hand.
“I’m wrong? I see how you’re looking at me. I bet you’re drenched. If only I could check to make sure. I bet you taste nice and sweet too.”
Her gaze swept over the bar. It was a Thursday night. The crowd was filling up but sparse enough for the moment.
Her lips curled as she gripped my wrist, spreading her thighs just enough for me to swipe the wet skin between her legs.
A satisfied smile pulled across her mouth. She was in that dress, in this bar, with no fucking underwear.
My head spun, the lust potent enough for my cock to almost pop through my zipper. The possessive caveman in me was about to hoist her over my shoulder so no other man would see her in that dress—and what was or wasn’t underneath—but me.
“I was right.” Her nostrils flared as I drifted my finger up and down in soft, slow strokes. Her legs jerked when I found her clit, flicking it as she dripped all over my hand.
“That’s inspiring, all right,” I said, my voice husky as I slipped my hand away and sucked the tip of my finger.Fuck, she was always so sweet.I was going to eat her pussy until they dragged me out of my hotel room at game time tomorrow.
“I think I’ll call it a night,” I said, sliding off the stool and dropping a couple of bills onto the counter. “If I could help you out with more inspiration,” I said, coming up behind her and pressing my hands on the bar, boxing her in, “I’m in room 723.”
I strode out of the bar and toward the elevators, not looking back as I hit the button.
“Oh wow, Silas Jones!”
A man approached me just as I was about to get on the elevator. He wore a Boston baseball cap as he met my gaze withbulging eyes, gaping at me as he extended his hand. “I’m a big fan,” he said, shaking my hand with a little too much bounce.
“Thanks, even though I’m playing against your team tomorrow?”
He let out a chuckle. “You’re still a legend. Tough break on Becker. I mean, good for us, but not so good for you, right?”
“It’s a tough break, but we have a great team. I wouldn’t count the win just yet.” I forced a tight smile. We were more than one player, but no one realized that. I had to make sure the guys knew it tomorrow or this good season would crumble fast.
“It was nice to meet you,” he said, waving as he headed toward the exit. I nodded back, getting on the next elevator as I tried to shelve all the bullshit I’d have to deal with tomorrow to tomorrow.
I had a gorgeous stranger to take to my bed for the night.
“Goodness. What took you so long?” Rachel asked, her arms crossed over her beautiful tits, pushing them up even more as she leaned against my door. “What’s a girl have to do for some solid inspiration around here?”
I should have opened my door, pushed her inside, and ripped that dress off her like I’d wanted to do since she sat next to me. Instead, I couldn’t wait one more second for that lush mouth on mine. I grabbed her by the waist, backed her into the wall next to the door, and crushed my mouth to hers. One hand went to her hair as my other one shot up her bare thigh.
