Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) (27 page)

“Trey,” I breathed, as he released my mouth and dragged his lips along my neck. He pushed my recently cut locks out of the way and I dropped my head back to give him a better angle. As he teased my earlobe, he lifted the edge of my shirt up and over my skin. He ran his fingers along my belly and then up, to the silky cups over my breasts. My nipples went hard under his sure touch, and I shuddered when he twisted and teased the sensitive buds.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” he said, tugging the tee off over my head. He set it aside and then pulled his own shirt off as well. I smiled, loving the way he looked as well as the way it felt when our skin was up against each other. It didn’t seem to matter how often Trey and I made love. I had the same rush of heat and excitement every single time. But, something about being out in the open, with the night air dancing around our skin made it even hotter. “Damn, baby, you look so fuckin’ sexy.” He raked his eyes over my new bra, following the swelled curves over the cups and the lace that wrapped around my back. I shook my shorter hair back, feeling the ends tickle my shoulders. “I like the haircut. Did I tell you that?”

“You did,” I replied, smiling warmly at him.

Trey kissed me again, this time more desperate and urgent. Heat built up between my thighs as the kiss deepened, and I started wishing his tongue was working its way down between my legs. His fingers worked the button on my jeans as his tongue continued to conquer my mouth. We broke apart only long enough for him to pull them from my legs. He left the panties on but slipped a finger beneath and teased my dripping wet pussy. I gasped when he tugged the fabric away and plunged two fingers deep inside of me. I lay back on the blanket and looked up into his eyes as he worked in and out of me, teasing my g-spot until I was breathless and panting his name.

Trey dropped down onto his elbow as he fingered me and whispered into my ear, his voice a low growl, “Baby, I want you to come for me so hard you see the stars with your eyes closed.”

I moaned and nodded, my eyes squeezed tight. Trey thrust his fingers in deeper and circled my clit with his thumb. My hands dug into the blankets and the ground beneath until I felt myself coming unhinged. The orgasm ripped through me like an earthquake and I tore my hands from the blanket and reached for Trey’s shoulders. He stilled his fingers inside of me, waiting for my shudders and shivers to subside before he pulled away and stripped off his own jeans.

Without waiting for him to finish stripping, I straddled his lean hips, pulled my ruined panties aside, and slid down onto his cock, working each inch slowly, until he filled me completely. Trey groaned as I rocked my hips back and forth, stretching around his thick shaft. “Fuck! Trey!”

“Yeah, baby. Fuck me like that. Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

I met his stare, dark and intense, and let his hands guide my hips until we were moving in a frenzied dance there in the middle of the baseball diamond. Trey sat up and I wrapped my legs around him, and he pulsed his hips up, entering me deeper and harder, until I was clinging to the edge of release again.

My nails dug into Trey’s back as he brought me right back to the height of pleasure again, and I moaned out his name as he came inside of me. I followed him, every fiber clinging to him, as we rode the wave out together. When he finally sagged back to the blanket, I lay down against his chest, my face nuzzling the solid, sweat covered muscles. When we both got our breath back again, I rolled off of him, but remained by his side as we lay together, staring up at the sky. For a long time, neither one of us said anything. There wasn’t a need for words. The sound of our hearts beating like crazy was enough.

After a while, Trey pulled some of the fruit from the picnic basket and we munched on it and talked about the house hunt and my day at work, slipping right back into what normal, everyday couples discuss over dinner, as though we weren’t sitting, practically naked, in the middle of a major sports arena. I didn’t have my phone on me, but I knew it was getting late. As if on cue, an alarm sounded and Trey reached for the cellphone in the pocket of his discarded jeans. “We should probably get going,” Trey said, after consulting the phone. He pushed up from his place beside me on the blanket. “The security guy that I paid to stay away will have to do his sweep eventually.”

“Trey!” I gasped and began to scramble to get back into my clothes and Trey laughed. “You didn’t tell me that part!”

“You worry too much, baby. I wasn’t going to let him walk in on us. Have some faith.”

I shot him a look as I tugged on my tee shirt.

When we were both dressed, and Trey had the empty champagne bottle and glasses stashed away, he retrieved something from the bottom of the basket and handed it to me. “Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you a little something.”

I took the box from him. It was small and white and looked vaguely familiar. “Wait, I recognize this box.” I lifted the lid and smiled down at the busted up baseball that Trey had arranged to have delivered to my hotel room after he hit the home runs I’d challenged him to after the night we met in the bar. “What’s this doing here?” I’d thought it was home, packed away with some other memorabilia that I’d collected over the last months with Trey: movie stubs, jewelry he’d given me, plane tickets, postcards, and love letters he’d sent or left on my bed before heading out to an away game.

Trey smiled up at me and stroked a hand down my back. “You remember that night we met at the bar?”

I nodded fervently. “Of course I do.”

“That was the day that I fell in love with you, Josie. Right there outside your hotel room.”

Tears pricked at my eyes. “You did?”

“I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you. I didn’t wanna scare you off. But you’ve had my heart for quite a while now, baby. That night, the way you smiled and didn’t put up with any of my bullshit. You knocked me right on my ass and I loved every minute of it. But then, that final line, where you teased me and said that only hitting one homer in your honor wasn’t good enough coming from a grand slam champ. Damn, girl. That got me. I knew you were everything I wanted and more. So much more.”

“That’s sweet, Trey. I love you too.”

Trey reached over and cupped my face. He tugged me gently to him and kissed me softly. Heat flared in my belly and I wanted him all over again. When he broke apart, I pressed my fingertips to my lips, memorizing his kiss.

“Open it,” he said, glancing down at the box that was still resting in my hand.

I opened the lid and lifted the battered ball out of the box. “I thought you already gave me the ball?”

He nodded. “If you’ll recall, I hit three homers that day.” He paused, giving me his cocky smile. “I gave you the ball from the second one. The first one was snatched up by an eager fan. This ball…” he dropped his attention to the box in my hands. “This is the third one. When I hit this one out of the stands, all I was thinking about was you. How much I couldn’t wait to leave the damn game and see you again.”

I picked the ball out of the box and then my heart stopped, dead in my chest, as a slight glimmer caught my eye. “Trey…” My eyes flew to his and he shoved up from the ground and knelt before me.

“Josie, I’m crazy in love with you. I don’t even want to
think
about where I would be if you and I hadn’t met. I was a busted up, broken man, just like this smashed baseball. But, you somehow saw past all my shit and damage and gave me a chance to show you who I really am, or, who I could be. I can’t imagine my life without you, and if you’ll have me, I’d like to put that ring on your finger in front of all our friends and family and promise to be your faithful, loving husband for the rest of our lives.”

A breath caught in my throat as I gasped. Tucked underneath the baseball was a gorgeous, solitaire cushion cut engagement ring and a wedding band that was studded with countless diamonds. “Trey—”

He lifted the delicate ring from the box, setting the baseball aside, and held it out to me. “Josie Crawford, will you be my wife?” A glisten shown in his eyes and my heart felt like it exploded into a thousand tiny butterflies racing around inside my chest. “Please say you will. Make me the happiest and luckiest man alive.”

I nodded, overcome with emotion. “Yes, Trey. Yes!”

He slipped the ring on my finger, beaming with pride, and then wrapped me in his arms.

All of a sudden, soft, romantic music started to play through the sound system and as I glanced up at the music, the scoreboard lit up with electronic fireworks and then, in giant letters, “SHE SAID YES” lit up the board.

“They wouldn’t let me light off real fireworks. Some kind of fire hazard,” Trey complained through a crooked smile as he watched me take it all in.

I giggled at the grand display and looked up from the giant ring on my finger and into the face of the man I loved. “This is really happening?”

“It better be! I already promised your dad that I’d take good care of you.”

I covered my mouth and the tears that I’d barely been holding onto started sliding down my face. “You talked to my dad? He knows about this?”

“Hell yeah, baby! I asked for his blessing after that last playoff game. I wanted to see him and your mom in person to ask them for their blessing face to face.”

I shook my head, marveling at him. “How on earth did I get so lucky?”

“Trust me, Jo, I’m the lucky one here.”

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~ T H E E N D ~

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