Chapter 39
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Today is one of my favorites of the year: Opening Day. And we are spending it at the ballpark. I’ve always said that if I didn’t go into music, I would have wanted to try to play ball. Not that I had a ton of talent, but I wasn’t bad. With the right coaching and training, who knows what I could have been.
It’s been eight months since Ellie and I fixed our issues. I’m excited to enjoy my third favorite pastime with her—the first two being performing on stage and between her thighs. While I could easily afford suite tickets, even my money wouldn’t have gotten us in the friends and family suite. My girl has connections.
Macy works in the sports division of the same agency that reps us. She wasn’t able to make today’s game, so she gave them to Ellie. She doesn’t even realize what a treat she’s in for. My mind is already reeling with plans to fuck her in her new Nashville Songbirds jersey. But for now, we are celebrating .
Today, Ellie officially got the keys to her new storefront. She spent some time shadowing Misty before they reached a deal for Ellie to take over the mortgage. I wanted to buy it outright for her, but she insisted on doing this ‘the right way.’
The money her grandmother gifted her, along with a business loan and some investor funds are going to pay for a renovation of the space. A friend from college is starring in a renovation show that focuses on small businesses in Nashville and Ellie’s boutique will be one of the featured businesses.
“Cheers, baby. Happy closing day,” I tell her with a kiss to the temple.
“Thank you,” she beams. “I’m not the only one with something to celebrate. Don’t you get your first cast of whiskey this week?”
After releasing a limited edition whiskey with the Kennedys, I decided I wanted to create a brand of my own. They were gracious enough to show me the ropes and with their help and some investors, Wildflower Whiskey was born. My distillery is located here in Nashville and each barrel is lined with flowers before it is sealed infuses a slightly floral taste into it. The idea came to me listening to Ellie order her favorite, lavender latte. It took a few months to get the recipes right, but that’s why I hired the best master distiller I could find.
When I pitched the concept and the name to Ellie, she cried. Then she dove headfirst into helping me figure out everything I needed to do to get started. My little planner has become an expert on Tennessee liquor laws.
As we settle into our seats, I hear a gasp from in front of me. When I glance forward, a tiny brunette is staring at me.
“Um, hi?” I wave at her awkwardly.
“You’re Jack Ryder.” I nod because yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting to run into a fan here since everyone is related or close to an MLB player, but I guess they enjoy music, too.
“I’m Carina,” she says as if I should know her. Shit. Should I ?
Noticing my panic, she waves it off. “I’m Robby Becker’s girlfriend. Wife now, technically. But I was his girlfriend kind of, when you guys recorded that video for me.”
“Oh, yeah!” I say as the connection comes back to me. A couple of years ago, the pitcher for the Songbirds asked us to record a video playing a song for his girlfriend’s birthday. She worked at a nonprofit and he was sponsoring a lunch program in her honor.
“How is nonprofit life?” I ask. Ever since I volunteered at that hospital in Pittsburgh, I’ve been searching for something locally I could get involved in.
“It’s great. When I moved here, Robby and I founded our own that focuses on helping kids who face food insecurity with healthy meals and sports programs. We’re expanding to offer an art camp this summer since there are so many great artists here.”
“Have you considered adding music? Not all kids are athletically gifted,” Ellie chimes in from beside me. “Jack here has the body of an athlete, but I didn’t grow into my limbs until senior year.”
“You were cute when you were gangly,” I coo, earning me a glare with no heat behind it.
“We’d thought about it,” Carina replies. “But I wouldn’t even know where to start. The sports are Robby’s thing. Do you know anyone I could talk to that might want to help sponsor a music camp? I’m all about offering anything the kids would be interested in.”
“You know, I just might,” I say as the wheels turn in my head.
The Songbirds pull out a win for their season opener and thanks to Macy’s hookup, we are able to congratulate the guys after the game. The Beckers invite us to join them at their post-game celebration, but I think it will be wild enough with professional baseball players. No need to add a country singer to the mix. Selfishly, I want to get my girl home and make some of the dirty thoughts filtering through my brain come true.
When we get back to my place, I’m on Ellie the second we close the door. Lifting her up to press her back against it, I wrap her thighs around me as I take her lips in a crushing kiss. It’s sloppy, passionate, and gives her a preview on exactly how I plan for the rest of the night to go.
“I have a surprise for you,” I whisper against her mouth. Carrying her over to my kitchen island, I place her down before disappearing to the bar I have set up in the living room.
“What’s that?” she asks, eyeing the bottle I come back with.
“It’s the first of many Wildflower Whiskey bottles. This one is infused with roses.”
“And you want a repeat of me kissing it into your mouth?”
“Not quite,” I answer setting it down beside her. I slowly push the jersey off her shoulders while my fingers lift her tank top, thankful she went braless today. Moving to her jeans next, I direct her to lift her hips so I can pull them, along with her panties off.
“Nothing has ever looked as delicious in my kitchen as you do,” I tell her.
“That would be a bigger compliment if you cooked.”
“Sassy,” I comment, tweaking her nipple. She jolts in surprise.
“What is the plan then?”
“I want to see how much better this will taste off your sweet skin.”
Before she can ask for an explanation, I crack open the bottle and pour a little onto her collar bones. The amber liquid drips down her chest and I meet it at her on her breast with my tongue. She moans appreciatively as I suck the pink peak into my mouth.
Moving one hand down to knead her thigh, I use the other to tug her ponytail and expose more of her neck to me. Kissing until I reach her ear, I nip at her lobe. “Lay back, baby.”
She obeys without argument, even when I pull her legs to dangle off the quartz surface. Once I have her how I want her, I drip more whiskey on her body. Sipping it out of her belly button, I lift my head to watch her reaction to the cool liquor hitting her clit. When a throaty cry leaves her lips, I descend on the sensitive bud, circling it with my tongue.
Her hands move into my hair and the vibration of my moan has her pulling tighter. “This is the best thing I have ever tasted.”
“Jack, please.”
“That’s it, baby,” I coo. Taking a sip into my mouth, I press my lips against her without swallowing. She shudders as the whiskey floods her center and I lick up all I can, letting the rest drip onto the counter.
My cock is straining against my jeans but I don’t dare touch it for fear I would come on contact. Needing her to get there, I increase the pressure of my tongue flicking across her clit. After a few moments, her thighs tremble and her orgasm washes over her. Licking her through the aftershocks, I stand when she lets out a soft sigh.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.” Standing I pull off my shirt. Overcome by my need to be inside her, I unbutton my pants and push them and my boxers down below my ass. They fall to my ankles but I don’t move to remove them completely. With her spread out below me on the counter, I have enough range of motion.
Ellie spreads her legs wider, inviting me in as she stares up at me, lip pulled between her teeth. “Ready for me? ”
“So ready.” Her reply fades into a moan as a rub the tip of my cock against her overstimulated bundle of nerves.
“No teasing.”
“No chance of that,” I say before I slam inside her. When my thighs hit hers, I fold her legs over my arms and lean forward. The shift in angle allows me to get even deeper and hit that spot I know makes her see stars.
My speed is punishing, having driven myself wild tasting her. “Fuck, Ellie. You feel so good. I’ll never get enough of this pussy.”
Sliding back into her, I almost stutter in my rhythm as she clenches around me. My hold on her legs keeping her in place, I thrust harder into her until her soft whimpers turn into incoherent cries.
“There it is. You’re so close.” Desperate for her to get there, I say the phrase that I know will tip her over the edge. “Be a good girl and come for me, Ellie.”
As if I flipped a switch, her wet heat grips my cock as she writhes below me. He back bows against the counter, pushing her tits in the air. Hearing my name cross her lips as she orgasms while seeing the marks from my tongue on her skin, forces me over the edge with her.
“Holy fuck,” I pant when I finally catch my breath. “You are perfection.”
“That was all you, Rock Star.”
Nuzzling into her neck, I take in the scent of her rose shampoo mixed with the rose whiskey on her skin. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
“The lily flavor comes in next week,” I comment as I carry her up the stairs.
“At this rate, I think you’re going to keep coming up with infusions to taste them off me,” she giggles.
“My favorite flavor will always be you, Wildflower. And I have a lifetime to enjoy it.”