Authors: Harper Bentley
Huh?
I stand there thinking I must’ve heard wrong when he says again, “Ellen Love, please come to the pitcher’s mound!”
I feel my face get hot and look around again as if there’s been a mistake.
“El! Get your ass out there,” Isaac yells from behind me where he’s coming up the ramp from the training room.
Startled, I turn and look to see him grinning from ear to ear. “What? Why?”
He gets to me and says, “Because they just called for you, that’s why. Now get out there!” and he shoves me lightly in the back, pushing me forward.
Oh, God. I hate stuff like this. Hate being singled out in front of people, much less 30,000 of them! Ack! I turn and look back at Isaac who bugs his eyes out at me and points toward the field. What in the world is going on? Did I win the lottery or something?
Can
you win the lottery if you’re not even playing it?
I walk past third base, nervously approaching the pitcher’s mound, looking around me the entire time still not knowing why I’m being asked to do this. Then a horrible thought hits me. Maybe Alessandra’s going to ambush me and now my guard really goes up as I look over to see her glaring at me. At least I know where she is and can be ready for her if she rushes me.
When I get to the mound, the entire crowd starts cheering wildly. Um. Then I see movement to my right and look over to see Jag coming toward me with a huge smile on his face. The media’s going nuts, having come out on the field to take pictures, and the side of me that still refuses to trust him wonders if he’s going to break up with me in front of everyone, declaring that he and Alessandra have always been an item.
Ugh.
My heart’s in my throat because I can’t imagine what’s going to happen once he gets to me. I see he’s holding a microphone, I guess so everyone can hear it when he breaks my heart. Oh, and this game is being nationally televised, so everyone in the country can hear it too. Yay.
When he gets to me, he laughs and says, “Babe,” because I know the look on my face is my Scared Shitless one, but I can’t help it.
When he takes a knee, I’m wondering who’s been injured because players always do that to take a rest as the hurt player’s taken off the field. I look around but don’t see anyone and look back at him in confusion.
“Turn around,” he says.
Oh, now he’s proving he’s in cahoots with Alessandra, making it to where she can ambush me by attacking from behind. I frown at him and he repeats himself. I take a deep breath, ready to be humiliated and turn and feel like this is all a bad dream. I stand there for a second when I notice the Jumbotron blinking crazily and I look at it.
El,
Will you marry me?
Please say YES!
Jag
Oh. My. God.
Oh, my God!
Omigod, omigod, omigod!
I whip back around and see him holding out a ring box. He’s not freaking taking a knee. He’s kneeling and proposing to me! Gah! My hands go to my mouth as I stare at the fifty-billion carat ring he’s holding out to me. Okay, it’s not that big, but close. I look at him and he’s still grinning like mad at how I’m reacting, I’m pretty sure.
“Jag,” I whisper, my hands still covering my mouth.
And I realize this isn’t a bad dream after all. It’s the best dream
ever
except it’s real. Which is totally awesome!
“Will you, El? Be my wife? Make me the happiest son of a bitch on the planet?” he asks.
All I can do is nod, first slowly then furiously and then I tackle him.
Jag
I crack up laughing as El jumps on me right there on the pitcher’s mound.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she squeals at me, kissing me all over my face.
I’m on my back underneath her and laughing so hard my sides hurt. “Save the ‘yesses’ for later, baby. You’ll need ‘em,” I say
with a grin then sit up with her straddling me, and taking the ring out of the box, slide it onto her finger then grabbing her on both sides of her face, kiss her hard. The crowd’s still going wild, but I barely hear them. When I pull back I ask her seriously, “You’ll be my wife?”
She’s now got tears in her eyes and as a few drop over the brim
and down her cheeks, she answers, “Yes, Jag. I’d love to be your wife. I love you.”
I smile, and
still caressing her face in my hands, wipe her tears with my thumbs. “Love you too. Forever and a day, babe.” I lean in and kiss long and hard, ecstatic that she’s said yes. I pull back and grab her waist helping her to stand then get up myself, and once standing, I grab her again and give her another hot kiss for the crowd’s sake as they cheer even louder. Hey, I’m a crowd pleaser, what can I say? We walk off the field, my arm draped over her shoulders, hers around my waist, and I wave to the stands when I hear people shout, “Good job, Jag!” and “Congrats, Jag!”
I take her hand and lead her down the steps into the dugout.
“Be back, Coach,” I say and pull her down the stairs to the ramp that goes to the clubhouse.
“Jag!” she hisses. “What are you doing?” She pulls on my hand making me stop.
I look back at her and say, “Fantasy.”
“What? Now? Oh, my God! Everyone’s gonna know what we’re doing!
Everyone!”
she screeches. The look of shock on her face is priceless.
I bark out a laugh. “And?” I ask.
“And they’ll
know!
”
“Babe, I just proposed to you. Don’t give a shit what they know. C’mon,” I say, tugging on her hand again.
I hear her calling my name again but I don’t care. We’re going to seal the deal now. We make it through the tunnel to the clubhouse and Isaac’s standing outside the door.
“All clear, man,” he says with a grin.
“Thanks,” I say and give him a fist bump then pull El inside the clubhouse.
Once inside, I let her hand go and she snaps, “And now Isaac knows!”
“Yeah, so,” I mumble as I turn my cap around backwards then lower my head, pressing my lips to her neck, slowly moving her toward my locker.
“But…” she gets out then moans when I bite her neck softly, sucking on it and she suddenly pulls back. “
Don’t you dare give me another hickey, Jagger Jensen!”
I
laugh because she’s too fucking cute. We’ve reached my locker and I sit in my chair, pulling her to me with my hands on her waist then putting my head down, rest the top of it against her stomach. I close my eyes and thank whoever’s out there that she said “Yes.”
She puts a hand on the back of my head on my ball cap and one on my shoulder. “Jag…”
I look up at her and almost get choked up. “Thank you.”
“For?” she asks, confused as her brow wrinkles.
“For being in my life. For being so good. For saying yes,” I tell her.
“Always wanted to be your wife,” she says as I
reach up and pull her polo work shirt over her head. Her hands go to my shoulders as I unbutton her khakis, pulling down the zipper then press my lips against her flat abdomen.
She toes off her shoes, and I help her slide her pants and panties down and off. She now stands in front of me in just her white, lacy bra looking absolutely perfect. I watch as my hands slide up her stomach to her breasts, pulling her bra down
to release them and lean in taking one then the other in my mouth, sucking deep as she arches against me with a moan. I reach up and with a hand behind her neck pull her down for a kiss, then letting her go, slide my hand back down her between her breasts, over her stomach and down to her leg, wrapping my hand behind her thigh and pulling her leg up so she rests her foot on my thigh.
“Oh, God,” she mutters as I
move forward and lick her gorgeous pussy, deep kissing her, licking and sucking her in, making her utter sounds that turn me the fuck on. She pulls my cap off, throwing it to the side and threads her fingers through my hair as she gasps at what I’m doing to her. I slide two fingers inside her now, hitting that spot that drives her crazy, pushing against it as I move my fingers in and out, and I’m not disappointed when she sucks in a breath then breathes out, “Yes, oh, Jag, yes, there.”
I keep my eyes on her as I move my mouth up, then pressing into her spot inside with my fingers, I suck her clit in hard and she’
s there as she throws her head back and screams my name. I hold her for a moment making sure she can stand on her shaky legs, then unbuckle my belt and somehow manage to get my uniform pants unzipped and pulled down along with my slider shorts. I pull her forward to straddle my legs then hold my cock up and slide her down onto me.
And sweet Jesus, she feels so fucking good.
“Jag,” she whispers as I hold her waist and start moving her up and down on me.
Her legs finally come back to her, and with her toes pushing off the floor, she begins riding me hard, her tits bouncing in front of my face gloriously.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan watching as my beautiful fiancée fucks me. I grab a handful of her hair in back and pull her to me roughly, slamming my mouth against hers, loving how she tastes, how she feels, how she sounds.
She drops a hand down between us and touches herself, and I feel like I’m on sensory overload here with all that’s going on. “So fucking sexy,” I growl, helping her move on me.
I move forward and take us down to the floor as she wraps her legs around me, and I start pounding inside her. And looking down at her, so stunning as she writhes beneath me, it’s like I can’t get enough as my thrusts come harder and faster. I don’t know if it’s because everything’s finally right in our lives or what, but I’ve never fucked her this hard before and I can’t seem to stop, listening to the sounds coming out of her each time I ram my cock powerfully inside her. It’s like I want to be inside her, like really inside her, I want her to surround me, and I think this must be what true love really is, being so wrapped up in your partner that you just want to breathe her in, envelop her until you become one.
“Fuck!” I roar as I bury myself inside her, coming so hard I black the hell out and collapse on top of her.
Holy fuck.
I lie there on top of her, breathing heavily, try
ing to come back to myself. Jesus Christ. I’ve never come this hard before. I finally pull myself up and look down at her, still breathing hard, and she reaches a hand up, wiping away the sweat that’s running down the side of my face.
“Did you feel that?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say between breaths. “What was that?”
She shakes her head then answers, “True love, I guess.” Then she giggles. “Ugh, that’s so sappy,” she says and covers her face with her
left hand and I see her ring sparkling up at me.
I pull her hand away and
kiss her ring then smile down at her. “No, I think you’re right,” I say, and dip down to kiss her the way she should always be kissed, a kiss full of passion and heat and intensity and love.
She smiles back up at me when I pull away and says, “Yeah, I
think I am.”
After we dress, we make our way back
to the dugout and El’s mortified that everyone will know what we’ve been doing, but honestly, I don’t give a shit. She’s my wife-to-be, and if I want to make love to her after proposing, then so be it. When we walk inside the dugout, I see her face turn three different shades of red, but no one says a word. It’s the top of the ninth and we’re batting, so everyone’s paying attention to that and not us. I look down and wink at her giving her hand a squeeze, and she gives me a
Thank God
look, which makes me grin, then she gives me a quick peck and leaves the dugout going back to where she’d been standing before.
I’m into the game now, two out, Rozman (who’s struck out twice) is up to bat with a full count, we’re ahead 6-2, so this is a shoe-in if Caldwell can get this last strike. I’m so into it that I don’t notice what’s going on to my left outside of the dugout.
Caldie throws, Rozman swings and misses and that’s it. Game over. Cubs win! We all freakin’ savor this moment because we know wins are tough to come by. We go out to shake hands with the Rangers when I again hear something to my left and look over to see Alessandra all up in El’s face.
Christ.
I jog over to where they are as do some of the other guys.
“Chick fight,” someone mutters.
Alessandra’s taller than El usually, but with heels on she’s towering over her as she looks down at her screaming in Portuguese.
“Hey,” I say, getting in between them. “Back the fuck up,” I tell Alessandra with a scowl as I gently push El away from her.
A small crowd’s forming to watch and I grit my teeth knowing I don’t need this kind of press.
“You fucking back the fuck up,” Alessandra spews at me when I’ve gotten El away and I turn to face her.
“You’re going to marry this, this girl?” She laughs. “When you could have all of this?” She runs a hand down in front of herself and I roll my eyes. “
Caralho
!” she hisses at me. I nod because I
am
a dick. I’ve said it before many times and will probably say it again. She continues going on in Portuguese, something about me blowing a donkey, I think. Then she looks at El and spits, “
Buceta
!”
Renaldo Gomes, one of our shortstops who’
s come to take in the show, says, “Daaaaaamn.” I look at him, and he mouths “Cunt” at me and I know El’s not going to take it.
And sure enough, she races around me, moving toward Alessandra who
now charges at her, her tits bouncing yet somehow staying covered by the two little triangles of material covering them. I grab El just in time and Newt’s there to grab Alessandra, wrapping his arms around her from behind and as he does this, it appears that he’s got an ulterior motive as he tries fondling her even as he restrains her. Pervert.
“Ladies!” he says. “No need to fight! Now, calm down, pretty lady and tell me what’
s wrong,” he says, trying to subdue his catch.
I think t
hings have calmed down now and I’m trying to leave the field with El when suddenly we hear a low growl and before I can move El into the dugout, Alessandra’s behind her and grabs her by the hair, pulling hard, yanking her away from me and spinning her around. And that’s when the most awesomely fantastic, greatest thing ever in the whole world happens. As El spins around from the momentum of her hair being clutched by Alessandra, she turns, and I swear it’s seriously like it’s in slow motion, smashes her fist right into Alessandra’s face and knocks her plum out.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter.
“Holy shit,” El says as she shakes her hand like it hurts.
“
Puta merda
,” Gomes mumbles.
Isaac runs up then and upon seeing Alessandra on the ground promptly says, “Holy Christ.”
We continue this holy gathering for a few more seconds before I turn to El, taking her hand and looking at it. “Think it’s broken?” I ask.
She flexes it some. “Don’t think so. If it is, it’ll be well worth it, though.”
I smirk at her, and she smirks right back at me then we wrap our arms around each other’s waists, heading down into the dugout to leave the park.
As we walk through the tunnel, I think about how everything’s come full circle.
El and I are back together even though it’s been a tough road to finally get where we are. We’re engaged to be married, which I know is where we’ve always been headed. And the people who tried keeping us apart have both gotten their due at our very own hands. I can’t ask for more than that.
Well, I could, but why would I fucking
want to?