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“But I want you to stroke it,” he utters throatily then tenses like he’s realized what he said but doesn’t correct himself. “Just once. That’s all I want. Please,” he gruffly says. The last word leaving his lips is an impatient and eager plea; it’s far too enthusiastic but also heated with urgency. “Josefine, please.”
“Please, Josefine, just say it once. Only once, that’s all I want. Please say it,” he pleads incessantly and then switches to Spanish. My weakness. “Por favor dímelo. Nomás una vez. Hago lo que tú quieras.” His hands squeeze tightly. I can feel my pulse against each finger and the one between my thighs.
“Josie…” His hands continue to descend until they’re right above my ass. “Yeah?”
“Just once?” he roughly asks, letting him use me to rub him. My bikini bottoms and the seam of my denim shorts dig into my pussy, eliciting the best kind of pressure on my clit. To get it out of our systems.
exhale a breath, my stomach intensely fluttering. “Yeah…I do.” Angel smiles, clicking his tongue. “You’re so fucking cute. You’re going to make me throw up.” I roll my eyes. “Shut up and don’t say anything. Nothing is going to happen.” “Why not?” “It was one and done.”
know Josie’s not here either. I asked if she was going to come, but she said she was meeting up with a potential new client. I know it’s her job, but I wish she was here instead.
I swore I was never going to watch a baseball game, but here I am, at Salty Rims Bar & Grill, along with many other MCU students. There are a handful of TVs playing different sports, but the only one that has my attention is baseball.
It’s Daniel Garcia, with his quirky stance and the finesse that exudes him.
little note or card because there must be one; isn’t there usually one? “Daniel! Did you see the…” My voice dwindles as I finally spot the envelope. The front says, Happy Valentine’s Day. Carefully I take out the card, and my breath catches in my throat.
“It’s okay.” I’m smiling again. Why am I like this? “Wait, so you’re telling me you were probably charged a ridiculous amount of money and you didn’t think of disputing it or asking questions? You just let it be?” Who does that? “It was for you. The price didn’t matter. I figured they’d be worth it.” He pauses and this time I feel his eyes on me. “I hope they were. Were they worth it?”
I nod, not bothering to hide my smile from him. “Yeah, they’re worth it. I’ve never been given anything just because. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”
“No, but if you want to, we can. I meant about the sand in your eye.” All the humor drains from his face. “Not really. It was just sand.” Sucking in a breath, I wipe my palms on my thighs and stand. “Get up,” I demand. “Now.” Daniel doesn’t hesitate to do as I say, just stares at me, bemused. “What are we going to do?” The sun is setting behind him, casting a glow around him like a halo.
swam because Mom wanted me to. I liked it, I really did, but after she passed, I tried to continue, but then I couldn’t. I felt burnt out. Now I’m just here.”
“I haven’t opened the Draft Prospect Link email. It’s sitting in my inbox unopened, and I’m not sure if I ever will open it.”
“I shouldn’t but I keep wondering why you haven’t kissed me yet.” My jaw clenches and I remove my socks. No questions. “I shouldn’t but I really want to touch you right now.”
“I’m not going to stop you.”
“Did you see my note?” “I did…I didn’t think…you meant it.” “I did. I’ve been dreaming of
“You’ve been dreaming of me?”
“Every night.”
“We probably shouldn’t do this.” He cups the side of my neck; his fingers brush over my back delicately. “Why not?” “You’re going to regret this and today—” “I’m not going to regret this. I want you, Josefine, and I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.”
“Use me. Distract me. I don’t care what you do but use me.”
don’t know why I expected him to…whatever. He wants a distraction; I’ll be it. Either way, I want one too.
“Eat me or fuck off.” I draw his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping it hard before I let go.
“Want me to defile your soaking wet cunt? Is that what you want, Josie?”
“It’s what I need. Do it now.” He gently sits me down on the chair and crouches in front me, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Say please.”
“Don’t start. After all, you said I could use you. This isn’t about you, it’s about me. So make yourself useful.”
I squeeze my thighs, moaning when he drags his lips down to my throat and collarbone, and when he reaches the swell of my breast, I hold my breath. “Goddamn, Josie.” He inhales a deep breath as if he were memorizing the scent of me.
“You’re a fucking godsend.” I sit up on my elbows, smirking. “Praising me doesn’t work.”
of my nipple into his mouth. My eyes roll back, head lolling back. “You don’t like getting told you’re a good girl, Josie? You don’t want to hear that you’re doing a good job?”
“You won’t care to hear this, but I love how wet you are. I love how good you’re being for me right now. How you’ve got your legs spread for me, ready to get your pussy eaten. And I know you like—no you love this, Josie. You like being told you’re being a good girl, don’t you?”
“Fine, you don’t have to answer. Either way, I’ll be hearing you scream all about it.” He cockily smirks. “Righhh—”
“Holy shit,” I gasp, jaw dropping when he flicks faster before he comes to an abrupt stop and sucks it. “Fuck!” I moan loud, thankful the neighbors don’t live too close. “Oh God…” I whimper, my legs shaking and hips bucking.
“Is that what you want, baby?” He laps me, long and slow. “You want me to slow down?” he taunts teasingly, and I swear he’s smirking, but I don’t know; I can’t bring myself to look.
“Stop looking at me.” I sigh flustered, eyes fluttering. “I asked you a question,”
“You know the answer to that.” “Answer the goddamn question, Josefine. You good?” His voice is gravel, knuckles deep inside me.
He drops his head down to where I want him, breath hot against my clit. He drags his tongue around and over it repeatedly, sucking it hard while his tongue strokes it.
“You’re fucking phenomenal. I love the way you listen. Love how responsive your body is to me.”
They’re so slick, the noises they make shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. But when he scissors them inside me, hitting a spot I wasn’t sure was possible, my mind goes blank, and everything explodes inside me.
Right, distraction. I don’t have the right to let it bother me. I agreed. His brows draw in, studying me. Concern on his face. “What’s wrong?” “I just came.”
“So, what do you do for food?” “Before Daniel, I’d buy already made meals or grab takeout.” She sits up, her dark brown eyes piqued with curiosity. “Before Daniel? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Spit it out,” I say because she’s being weirdly silent. “It’s nothing.” “Vienna.” “No, because you’ll not answer my questions and then shut me out.”
“He ate me out,” I whisper. She bolts up, eyes burning the side of my face. “What did you say?” “He ate me out,” I all too quickly say. “When? Where? Holy shit! Was he good?”
“Josie, my sweet ray of sunshine, be so for real.” “What?” I answer, bemused. “He bought you flowers.”
“These aren’t just because flowers. These are I care about you flowers. I think about you flowers. I want you flowers. You mean a lot to me flowers. No guy goes out
of their way to buy a shit ton of flowers if you don’t mean something to them. These are I like you flowers.”
“I used him; he told me to. It was something we both mutually wanted, but it was never meant to be more. It happened and I’m over it.” Not really. I’m so far from over it, but I knew what I was doing going into it. So I need to find a way to get over it. She stares at me like she’s not convinced.
“No.” He shakes his head. I drop my gaze, it’s quick but still I notice the way his hands twitch, lifting slightly before he settles them by his side. A hug. He wants a hug. I shouldn’t, but…
“Do you mean, were my eyes solely on number six the entire two and a half hours? The player everyone calls Sparky? Did I happen to see the multiple double plays, the home run, and hear the commentators get hard-ons from watching him play?”
“That number six is something else, huh?” “Yeah, I guess. A little cocky if you ask me.” “But hot right?” A laugh tickles my throat. “I guess…” “You guess?” He looks appalled. “I mean if you take into account the other guys on the team…he falls somewhere under…” He holds me tighter; a possessive gleam shines in his now dark eyes. “Don’t finish that.”
“I couldn’t focus on anyone else when my attention was only on number six.” “Lucky guy,”
