Chapter 23
Kenzie
With an empty house and a little bit of revenge planned for Tanner, I couldn’t decide what to wear downstairs.
Sure, my intentions were to drive him crazy for a bit before succumbing to our attraction.
I would forgive him after his apology, but I didn’t have to make it easy for him.
Plus, maybe I was sick. I liked seeing him struggle around me.
No guy had ever made me feel this sexy before, and forgive me for wanting to embrace it.
You’re the first girl I’ve had to have this conversation with.
Butterflies. Those words made me feel all tingly and I wasn’t sure it was for the right reason. He blamed me for playing poorly. That wasn’t a good sign and I knew we weren’t more than just two people hooking up—monogamous—for the summer. God, my head was spinning.
The easiest part of my whole array of jumbled thoughts was our attraction and how good we were together.
After my awful experience with Sean, this seemed like an entirely different world.
Our attraction was explosive, new and exciting…
that was all. That was what I told myself when I chose a see-through bra that barely contained my tits and a tank that was so low in the front my nipples could almost pop out, and paired that with my favorite booty jean shorts.
I even put lotion on my arms and legs. Yeah.
I wanted to have him panting for me and it felt empowering as hell.
I went with contacts for the day and knew Tanner would be downstairs already.
The rest of the guys had headed to the field for a two-day training camp for youths—a camp Tanner couldn’t go to because he had been instructed to stay home and ice his leg. That leaves us alone for ten hours.
I’m having my cake and eating it, too.
Feeling bold, I walked downstairs and blushed when Tanner’s mouth fell open and his warm chocolate gaze landed on me. Flutters. I have flutters in my belly. “How’s the injury, TJ? You feeling better? Nothing stiff going on?”
His throat bobbed as his stare went all over my body, landing on my chest before he said, “Fine.”
“Good. Good.” I moved in front of the couch, right in front of the TV, and spun around. “I’m trying this outfit at work tonight. What do you think?”
He gulped, his face contorting into a variety of emotions, before he said, “Great. You look g-great.”
“It’s not too much?” I bent over, shimmying for him. “My nipples don’t pop out?”
He squirmed on the couch and did nothing to hide the growing erection in my favorite shorts of his. He licked his lips and spoke in a real deep voice that sent shivers all down my body. “You look fucking insane, in the best way.”
“Aw, thanks, TJ.” I smiled at him and walked past the couch and into the kitchen. Not two seconds later, he followed me. Perfect. I spun around. “Oh, did you need something, Tanner?”
“Are you trying to kill me? Goddamn, woman,” he groaned into his fist and eyed me up and down. “Did you sleep on it? Am I forgiven? Is this my punishment? It is, huh? Fuck. I need to know because I’m going to have to start stroking myself here.”
“Do it.”
Woah, what did I say?
His eyes flared and he gave me the sexiest look I had ever seen.
He lowered himself onto the kitchen chair and reached into his shorts to wrap his fingers around his massive wood.
He fisted himself, pumping up and down a couple of times, and letting out guttural sigh.
“Fuck. Kenzie… just looking at you drives me wild.”
“Yeah?” I moved closer to him, slowly removing my tank top and showcasing my one piece of sexy lingerie. His eyes turned to small saucers when he saw my bra. “Do you like this, Tanner?”
“Christ, yes.” He bucked and his jaw became slack—but his gaze never strayed from me. “Forgive me and let me taste you.”
“Ah, yes. Forgiveness.” I straddled him and unbuttoned my shorts. “Tell me. Are you ever going to blame me for your actions on the field again?”
“No. No,” he mumbled. So I sat on his lap, moving my chest closer to him.
“And are you going to lash out at me when you’re hurt or angry?”
“Never again.”
I smiled, giving him permission to touch me, and he attacked my breasts.
He dug his fingers into them, squeezing, before he replaced his digits with his warm mouth.
He sucked my nipples hard, through the material, and bit down with the right amount of pain that had me arching my back.
He did it again with the other one, licking and teasing to the point of madness before he moved from my chest to my neck.
I couldn’t recall ever having been this turned on before in my life. My pulse raced all over my body—between my legs, my ears, even my fingers. I gripped his hair and pulled so he brought his mouth to mine, and I lost myself in that kiss.
It was hurried but without rush. Aggressive, but without pain. We breathed in each other’s moans, grinding against each other in a frenzy. “Naked. We need to be naked.”
“Yes,” he said, moving his hands to take off my shorts within three seconds. I stood for enough time to grab the condom I’d placed in my pocket and put it on his welcoming cock, ready and desperate for me. “Please, Kenzie, I’m craving you.”
Wow.
I slid onto him, my walls stretching to fit him at our angle.
We were in the middle of the kitchen, at nine in the morning, fucking on a chair.
I was so wet and turned on. I arched my hips and moved against him at a rapid pace.
He placed his hands on my waist, helping me find the right rhythm of up and down, fast and slow, and I couldn’t contain my moans as pleasure grew and grew.
He held on to me, meshing our bodies together as he brought his fingers to my clit.
He gave the right pressure and soon enough, I fell apart.
He didn’t last too long either. His face tightened and he crushed our mouths together before he spilled into me.
Our breathing was heavy, our foreheads touching and sweat pooling between our chests. It was awesome.
He spoke first, rubbing my bare back with his calloused fingers, and his voice was almost unrecognizable with its tender tone.
“I’d be happy to give you more orgasms if you’d like.
My intention was not to have you ride me in the kitchen, but, holy fuck, this might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
You grinding against my dick like that.”
“Yeah?” I grinned down at him, loving how relaxed and pleasured he looked. I did that. I put that there. “My plan of making you suffer backfired. I thought about you all night and had to stop myself from busting out my dildo.”
“You…you have a dildo?”
“Oh yeah.” I laughed, carefully hopping off him without hurting his leg. He painted a beautiful picture sitting there with his shorts at his ankles and a dumbass grin on his face. “Sometimes, I use it on myself. I’m scandalous.”
“You’d think my dick would be satisfied, but nope. Already itching to be inside you again when you talk like that.”
I pursed my lips and put on my clothes. He did the same and there was an awkward ten seconds of silence before I joined him on the other side of the table. He poured us cups of coffee and had a stupid handsome and relaxed look on his face when he said, “I take it I’m totally forgiven?”
“Eighty percent, yes. One thing worries me, though, the more I think about it.”
He furrowed those dark eyebrows and leaned closer to me. “What is it?”
I placed my palms flat on the surface and thought about how to word it.
It was crazy, how comfortable I felt with him, but also scary with how easy it would be to be upset when our time came to an end.
“While we continue our countdown until our fling is over, I can’t have you blame me for how you play.
I am under no false pretenses about what we are.
There are no secret plans to convince you to make this last longer.
But you can’t be that rude to me again. It’ll affect our friendship and end our fuckfest.”
His nostrils flared and a smile broke out. “First, you said fuckfest. That made me laugh. Secondly, you’re right. I don’t have room for any type of distractions—gorgeous blonde ones specifically—with baseball.”
“I understand. I do.” The pressure came back and took root, just behind my ribcage, and I coughed, hoping to get it to go away. “So. We enjoy each other as much as we can until you’re cleared to go back to playing?”
He leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hands and giving me a thoughtful look. Then he slowly nodded, understanding dawning on his face. “Yeah. Yeah. That could work. I’m out at least two weeks, probably three.”
“Yeah. That’ll put us well into July…and I’ll be moving out into the dorm first week in August anyway.”
“Then it’s settled. This has been great so far, so I can’t wait for more with you,” he said, giving me a playful smile. “I’ve been instructed to not do much for fourteen days. I have a lot of energy inside me that’ll need a way out. Can you think of anything?”
“We’ll manage, I’m sure.”
He eyed me over his mug and I dared to ask the question that still hadn’t been answered. “You played shitty. Describe that to me.”
“Didn’t make every play in the outfield, didn’t get on base as much as I wanted.”
“Vague statements. Are we talking straight errors in the field or base hits you couldn’t cut off?”
He exhaled and tensed his jaw. “No errors in stats, but the scouts there saw me not read a ball well.”
“Did a runner advance?”
“Yes, to third.”
“Did they score and was that run the one that won the game?”
He snorted and the tension around his eyes lessened. “I forgot you actually know baseball.”
“Hello…ball park rat. I wish I didn’t know it. But I take it by your lack of response it didn’t lose the game. I might be far off here, TJ, but there is a slim possibility you overreacted.”
His broad shoulders relaxed and I knew I had him. He gave a goofy smile, something between regret and embarrassment. “Maybe.”
“I knew it. Also, correct me if I’m wrong, summer ball is…not a big deal. Like, anyone can be on this team, right? Transfers, people in town…it’s not legit. So if scouts didn’t talk to you, why is it a big deal?”
“Because I want to be on their radar all the time.”
“Fair enough.” I thought about how to add to that, but he interrupted me and had a playful smile going on, one that sent those goddamn flutters in my stomach.
“Do you have plans today, Kenzie?”
“Hm, no. No work, no homework. Why?”
“Want to watch baseball movies all day? We can make popcorn, eat and watch them naked. If I only get to enjoy your body when I’m injured, I want to get as much as I can.”
“Depends on the movie. The Sandlot better be on your list.”
“Please,” he scoffed and pushed himself up from his chair to grab ice from the freezer. “We can start with that movie.”