“I told you,” I laugh, picking up another ball. “I’m not going to take it easy on you.”
She squares her shoulders, throws her head back, and puts her hands on her hips. “Is that so? Well, two can play at that game. Seems like if you like it so rough, might be time to give you some competition.”
I cock my head to the side but don’t have time to ask her what kind of competition she has in mind before she hitches up her skirt and unbuttons her cardigan until her breasts are falling almost out of her top.
“Angel,” I shout, looking over my shoulder and making sure no one is looking. We may think we have the field to ourselves but anyone is welcome this time of day, and I will be damned if I let someone else enjoy this view.
She leans across the plate. This time when she bends over, her ass cheeks stick out under her skirt making my dick stir, and my thoughts run to places far away from the game at hand.
“Ok, you win!” I shout, admitting defeat. “Now cover up before anyone sees what’s mine.”
“Oh no!” She insists, still waiting for me to pitch the ball. “You want to play dirty, Catch. I’ll show you dirty. Pitch the ball!”
“Angel!”
“Did I stutter?” She shouts. Winking, she gives me a devilish smile.
Reluctantly, I pick up a ball and point it at her. “You’re going to pay for this.”
“Gladly,” She sasses.
I shake my head at her and take my stance. Looking out across the field, I wind up my arm, take my shot, pitching this time a little to the right when I catch a glimpse of her perfect body busting out of her clothes. She swings, she connects, and the ball soars above my head and out into centerfield. I turn back around in time to see her shouting for joy as she jumps up and down at home plate.
My feet have a mind of their own, and right now they are being run by my dick. I take off towards the plate and she squeals before running back towards the dugout. She might be quick, but I am faster. I catch her around the waist and pull her back towards me. Her laughter floats through the air as I yank her skirt back down in place and then take both hands and wrap them around her breasts.
“Never again, you dirty girl. I don’t like the idea of someone else seeing this body.” I spin her around and push her up against the fence. Blushing, she quickly begins to button her top. “God that was sexy though, Angel. Now, the next time I’m sitting behind home plate, the only thing I will be able to think about is your sexy little body and all the things I want to do to it.”
“Good,” she purrs, as she finishes with her top buttons and grabs me close. “Because I’ll be waiting in the stands for you to finish the game and come collect your prize.”
“Is that so?” I tease, as I take her bottom lip between my teeth. “And what do I get for winning the game?”
She gasps when I pull her flush against my hardening length. Lifting her in my arms, her legs instinctively wrap around my middle. Suspended in the air, she grinds down against my cock, tempting me to take anything I want. Baseball field in the middle of the afternoon be damned.
Brushing my thumb across her lips, I lean in and whisper, “I need you to do something for me. Something I know you won’t want to do.”
She laughs. “The last time you said something like that, I fully enjoyed everything that you made me do. Willingly, I might add. So I think it’s safe to say I will again.”
My mouth moves to her cheek. I plant a tender kiss there as my hands come up and my fingertips brush against her hardening nipples. Her sharp intake of breath does nothing to stop the fire burning inside my veins to fuck her up against this fence. Exhibitionism with my Angel could take us both to new heights. Yet, I hold my ground, and say, “This isn’t like that time, Angel.”
“No?” She questions, breathlessly.
“I need you to come with me, somewhere, someplace, I know you won’t want to.”
She pulls back. “Hunter,” she begs quietly. “You know I can’t…”
“Please?” I plead, with my lips pressed against her neck. She knows I’m talking about making her walk into the lion’s den, a place I promised never to take her. Edward and Sylvia’s. A place where she will undoubtedly run into Tiffany. But I can’t do this without her. “I want you there, Angel. I want you with me. Damn the world and everyone in it. You belong with me. The rest of the world can go to hell.”
“Edward and Sylvia, they won’t approve. And Charles, Tiffany…” She starts to ramble.
I cut her off with a kiss as the need to silence the demons in her mind takes over. When I release her lips, I brush one last kiss lightly against her mouth and say, “Fuck 'em, Angel. It’s you and me. Always you and me. I need you there with me. Please?”
A war rages in her mind. Doubt hangs in her eyes, the hesitation in her body is evident as I hold her tight against me. She doesn’t get it, but just having her next to me gives me the strength I need to be the man I always wanted to be. A man that isn’t held to titles, or names. One that is making a name for himself and not following in anyone else’s footsteps.
“I don’t know,” she whispers after a moment. “I just know it will be a disaster.”
“Let it be a disaster,” I insist. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we’re happy. That we’re in love. Who cares what they think? I know the truth. When I look in your eyes, when I hold you against me, the damn world finally feels right and that is something they can’t take away from us.”
She looks over my shoulder, out into the field, and I swear I’m losing this battle because there is no way in hell she will agree to what I’m asking. Tiffany bothers her for reasons I understand and some that are still foreign to me. Her past is still a dark place she doesn’t let me into. Although with every day that passes, a crack in her wall forms and I am let in a little more.
