Blake (Season One: The Ninth Inning #2) (16 page)

“Me too. Do you want an official tour?”

“Sure.” We remove our shoes first. As we walk around my house, I wonder how she views the house. “You do have a great house. Did you decorate it yourself though?”

I shake my head. “Mom actually loves doing stuff like that, so she did most of it.” I grab the last doorknob and turn to her. “Last but not least, my bedroom.” I grin, pushing it open. Every time I’ve looked at her today, I’ve wanted to grab her and kiss her. A few times, I have. Between those legs and shorts, Sofia is killing me.

Sofia steps into the room and looks around before turning to face me. “Not really impressed, Blakey,” she says while trying not to smile.

“No? Why not?”

“Honestly? I thought you’d have a bigger bed.” She points her thumb over her shoulder to my full-size bed.

“There’s plenty of space on it,” I reassure, closing the distance between us. Cupping her face, I claim her mouth. She grips my biceps, parting her lips for me. I groan at the sweet taste of her tongue. Pulling away, I open my eyes to see her watching me. She turned this down last time because she wanted to go slow. Before I can ask, she leans forward, kissing me again.

Her arms snake around my neck and I slide my hands down her body and the back of her thighs to lift and wrap them around my waist. There seems to be so little to her shorts now and so much leg. I gently lay us down, running my hands up and down her thigh, never wanting to stop. But then, I slip them under her shirt and decide I never want to leave her body altogether.

I pull away from Sofia and swiftly remove her shirt. Usually, my favorite thing about a woman are her legs. But with Sofia, my favorite thing is
her
. It’s not just one thing, it’s
everything
. It’s not just her body, it’s who she is. She pulls at my shirt, so I sit up and yank it off.

Pressing our bodies together, pushing my hips into hers, which earns me a throaty moan, I kiss her neck. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this, Sofia?” I mutter between kisses, slipping my hand between our bodies since her bra unclasps in the front. I grasp her breast, pushing into her center again, kissing along her shoulder. “I bet you taste so sweet.”

I slide my body down to take her breast into my mouth. Sofia sharply gasps, her fingers diving into my hair as I roll the nipple of her other breast between my fingers. Just as I nip at the one in my mouth, I pinch the other, enjoying the moan that follows. My dick is straining against my shorts, begging for release. I sit up on my knees, lift Sofia’s legs so they are bent at the knee on one side of my body, and then unbutton her shorts.

Sucking in a breath, I realize she’s not wearing underwear as I begin to tug them off. When I glance up at her, she smiles.

“My shorts are white,” she says as if that tells me why she’s not wearing any.

I don’t care either way. I toss her shorts aside. She throws her bra as well while I shed my remaining clothes. Getting off the bed, I open the drawer of the nightstand by the bed and reach for a condom. Sofia’s eyes are locked on my dick as I roll it on.

“I really want to lick and taste your wet pussy, but I can’t wait. That okay with you?” I grin when it takes her a moment to look up and nod. “Get over here.” She moves sideways on the bed and I pull her until the edge of her ass hangs off the bed. “Pull your knees up, but keep your legs spread,” I tell her. She does and I position myself closer to her, my tip teasing her entrance.

“Don’t play with me,” she breathes. “I don’t want to wait either.”

Her red hair is spread out, a bright contrast to my white comforter. I allow my eyes to travel over her body before returning to her eyes. Absolutely beautiful. Slowly, I guide myself inside her, only going as far as my head before pulling back out.

“Blake,” she says in a half-pleasured, half-irritated groan.

Suddenly, I thrust into her, causing her back to arch. My pace is hard and fast, but every so often, I slow, sliding into her with ease. My hands grip her hips. Sofia props up on her elbows, trying to watch as I fuck her.

“God, you feel so. Fucking. Good.” She keeps tightening around my dick, pushing me that much closer to the edge every time. Shit. This isn’t going to last long enough. Lifting my hand to her center, I rub her clit hard with my thumb.

Sofia grabs a handful of the comforter with both hands. “Fuck me harder, Blake.”

The faster I move, the tighter she gets. Her back arches, her head tilts back, and a moan rips from her throat as her body shudders with her release. I groan, reaching my own climax.

“Let’s stay here forever,” Sofia says, her chest heaving.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” Leaning down, I softly kiss her lips. “Let’s get cleaned up.” I let her use my bathroom while I go to the one down the hall. When I return, she’s picking up her bra. “Don’t.”

She lifts her head to look at me. “What?”

“Don’t get dressed. Stay here with me tonight.”

“But my flight is tomorrow morning.”

“I know. You’re waking up early already, right? Just wake up a little earlier to drive home first.” I walk over to her, pulling her into my arms, my dick coming back to life against her skin. “C’mon, Sofia. You’re probably coming off a sugar high, plus you just had sex. You’re in no condition to drive. You’re stuck here for another two hours at least, already.”

A smile slowly lifts her lips. “I see your point, Blakey. I am getting kind of tired.” She fakes a yawn and I grin. She’s staying. For a moment, I wonder what it will be like to fall asleep in her arms. I take her hand and lead her to the bed, happy that I’ll get to find out.

ONCE I REACH the hotel and finish unpacking, I reach for my phone. I haven’t texted Blake since we landed in Key West.

Me: Blakey, I’m in sunny Key West. What are you doing?

Blake: Laundry. It’s my favorite thing to do, you know.

Me: Does that mean you’re naked right now? I could use a dose of naked Blakey.

I bite down on my lip, thinking of him on top of me last night. I can still almost smell his cologne on me.

Blake: Not naked, which is good. Hector just showed up. smh

Me: Have fun. I’m heading to the beach in my new string bikini.

Blake: Life isn’t fair. I’d kill to see that

I giggle. I head into the bathroom, turning my backside to the full length mirror and snap a picture. I quickly send it to him.

Me: Enjoy xoxo

Blake: Very hot. You can walk around my house in that.

I wouldn’t mind it.

Me: Hope you have fun with Hector.

I laugh at the screen and flip my phone off. I head back into the bathroom and slip into my swim skirt. My dad would kill me if I walked out in a string bikini.

Before I leave, I knock on the adjoining room. “Harmony, I’m heading out.” I pull open my sliding door and step out to the beach. We are right on the beach and have a private cabin. I spread out my towel on the recliner. I rub some lotion on my arms and legs then let the heat of the sun warm my skin. I close my eyes and listen to the waves crashing around me.

“You could have waited,” Harmony growls and takes the recliner next to me.

“What? Are you incapable of walking ten feet by yourself?” I scoff at her.

She doesn’t answer me and stretches out her legs. “Oh, this is the life. Can’t we stay here forever?”

“No. We have jobs and lives back in Memphis.”

“Okay, first,” she holds up one finger. “We have jobs. However, I currently have no life and you’re the only one I know getting laid.”

“Once,” I correct her. “Blake and I had sex once.”

“I haven’t had sex in a month. Do you hear me? A month.” Her tone is pure pain.

“Maybe this will be your lucky weekend,” I say hopefully.

We both turn at the sound of a happy squeal coming down the beach. It’s our parents. Dad is trying to tickle Mom, and she’s splashing water on him.

“Will we ever have that?” I ask mindlessly.

“What?”

“That.” I point to our parents. “Will we ever be that much in love? They’re getting ready to celebrate almost thirty years together and they’re still in love and happy together.”

“I hope so,” Harmony says sadly. “Don’t you think you’ll have that with Blake?”

“I like Blake, but he has his own problems. I’m just trying to be there for him.”

“But you slept with him?”

I sigh heavily and nod my head. “It was bound to happen eventually. I never said I wasn’t attracted to him.”

Harmony sits up and swings her legs off the edge of the recliner, facing me. “Could you fall in love with him?”

I don’t answer her right away. There’s a lot to Blake and it’s good. “I think so. I mean, he’s a great guy, but his focus is baseball and his mom. I respect that. Look,” I sit up mirroring her pose. “I’m not some sixteen-year-old girl and this isn’t my first boyfriend. I’m close to thirty and I know how relationships work. They’re hard work and require time and commitment. Right now, for Blake, that’s getting his life and his mom in order.”

She glares at me. “Cut the bullshit and tell me the truth.”

I look over at my parents, holding each other in their arms, swaying in the waves. Could I see Blake and me doing that in our lifetime? Would Blake even express his feelings to me? Hell, I can barely get him to talk to me at times. Maybe I’m hoping for something that isn’t there. Maybe Blake wants to be friends with benefits. Would I be opposed to that? I’ve never done it and I don’t think I could. But, isn’t it what we’re doing now?

I’ve used every tactic I know to break down the steel wall that houses Blake and I’ve made progress, but for what? For him or for me?

I lie back in the recliner, not answering Harmony’s question. My thoughts hit me hard because I don’t know who I did it for. Did I hurt Blake more by forcing him to talk to me? I don’t think I did because I know he needs someone he can trust. I want him to trust me; he seems to because he told me everything about his dad and his life.

I think back to yesterday and our date. The thoughtful gesture still makes my heart beat faster. He opened up to me and let me in a little bit more. Let’s not forget about the sex. I squeeze my thighs together as my body still aches for him.

The best part had been being in his arms. His strong arms held me all night and I don’t think I have ever felt as safe. Waking up and seeing him next to me makes my heart race again. His sleepy eyes opening to meet mine is something I’ll hold forever in my memory.

“Oh, fuck.” I sit and take several deep breaths.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harmony asks, concerned.

“Damn it, Harmony,” I growl at her.

“What did I do?”

“You made me think. Shame on you.”

My sister’s expression is perplexed by my insane statement. “I don’t understand.”

“I think I’m in love with Blake, and it’s your fault because you made me think about it.” I drop my head in my hands.

“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “Anyone with a half a brain knows that you and Blake are in love. Once you
both
get your stubborn heads out of your asses, you’ll tell each other.”

I don’t answer her. I glance back up the beach and see my parents still in each other’s arms. I can see their love for each other from all the way down here. I turn away, feeling the tears building up. I want that and I hope I find it someday.

I push it all out of my head, clear my mind, and only listen to the waves. I don’t want to push things with Blake. If we never progress from the stage we’re at, will I be okay with that? I can’t think about it. Not right now. I take a long, cleansing breath and relax in the hot sun.

I’m almost asleep when Harmony shakes my shoulder. “Come on, we have to get Mom and Dad’s cabin ready for her surprise.” I nod and we go change into something casual and head over.

We lay out Mom’s outfit for the pictures. The photographer will be here in about two hours and Dad is going to bring Mom back in a little bit so she can get ready.

“You brought Dad’s clothes too, right?” Harmony asks.

“Of course. Dad can’t coordinate anything but a suit,” I remind her and make sure his khakis and white shirt are on his side of the bed.

“Girls.” Mom sounds shocked when she walks in. “What are you two doing?”

“Surprise!” we both say happily and Dad wraps his arm around Mom’s shoulders, kissing her cheek.

“Um...I don’t understand. I know this trip is for my birthday. You don’t have to shout surprise.”

“That’s true, but we have a present for you.” Harmony smiles. “You need to get all dressed up in these outfits and meet us on the beach in two hours.”

“No exceptions,” I add. “We’re on a time limit.” Harmony and I head out of their cabin and back to ours to make sure we’re ready on time as well.

Two hours later, we meet the photographer and Mom almost cries when we tell her about the surprise. For the next hour, we take pictures as a family, separates, and even a few funny ones. The photographer promises to have the proofs to us in few days and Mom hugs all three of us tightly.