18. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
T he travel schedule had never bothered him before this season. In fact, it was always something he really enjoyed. But as he made his way back to his empty hotel room after losing the game against St Louis, he found he just wished he was in his own bed, preferably with Bailey wrapped around him. Outside of the bedroom, she wasn’t much of a toucher. She’d always said she thought PDA was stupid. He was working on changing her opinion on that one. So the fact that she wrapped around him like a vine while she slept had been a surprise. An incredibly sexy surprise.
He tapped his room card against the panel and waited for the little click to show it was unlocked before pushing against the door. He kicked off his shoes and plodded through the empty hotel room.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit the Facetime app. Bailey’s name sat at the top of the list. Gonzo pressed her number and waited impatiently for it to connect.
Finally, she picked up. The second Bailey’s face filled the screen, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hey.” She smiled into the screen. “Tough loss tonight.”
“If we keep playing like this, we might not even make the playoffs.”
“You will. You’ve got time. How’s the leg?”
He pulled up his pant leg and angled the camera to show her the bruising that was already visible on his calf.
“I can’t believe they didn’t eject Caldwell for that,” she snarled. “Any idiot could see that he went into that slide spikes up.”
“He says it was an accident.”
“Well then, he’s a liar. All they had to do was pull up the replay.” Anger flared in Bailey’s eyes.
Gonzo bit back a grin at how offended she was on his behalf. He enjoyed knowing she felt protective of him.
“It’s all good. It didn’t break the skin.” He flexed his foot and his calf cramped. Broken skin or not, the fucking charlie horse it had left behind hurt like a bitch.
“What was that little wince for?” Bailey asked.
Shoot, he hadn’t meant for her to see that. “Nothing,” he mumbled.
“How sore is it? Truthfully.”
He flexed his foot again and the bruise made itself known. “It doesn’t feel great.”
“Well, it’s not bubble bath, but I put a dead sea mineral bath salt in your bag.”
“You did what?”
She looked down instead of into the camera. “I didn’t want to pack a liquid in your bag, but I thought you might miss taking your nice baths when you were on the road.”
The embarrassment on her face was so fucking cute. “Bailey, look at me.”
She raised her head and looked at the screen.
“Thank you.”
She shrugged. “I know it’s not the same as your fancy bath stuff here or your hot tub, but I figured it was better than nothing. It’s just a couple of packages of bath salts. It’s in the front zipper pouch of your case.”
He hopped off the bed and went over to his suitcase. He unzipped the pocket and pulled out two packages. Gonzo looked at the first one. Dead sea mineral bath. Nice. The second package said it was a juniper muscle soak. Fuck, that sounded like heaven. “Thanks, Bay. I don’t usually have a bath at the hotel, but I’m gonna tonight since I’m on my own. Ryan and Pete are meeting up with a buddy from high school and who knows what Kia and Smitty are up to.”
“Mmm, right, Ryan and Pete have that dinner and Kia and Smitty are doing their kid-free weekend.”
“Yeah, not sure how much alone time they’ll get between the tattoo convention and games, but hey, at least I can have a bath.”
“When I packed the salts, I just assumed some of those hotels had great baths.”
“Yeah, they do, I never take one.” There was no way he was letting his teammates know how much he loved a good bubble bath. He’d never hear the end of it. Soaking in the tub with a woman the guys would understand, but enjoying a good soak by yourself, the more bubbles the better, probably not. Although if the fuckers actually tried it, they’d probably like it. A steamy bubble bath after a game felt a hell of a lot nicer than the ice baths the team trainers often had them do. Even if the ice was better for him.
“You gonna have a bath with me?” he asked.
“Kind of hard to do when I’m here and you’re all the way across the country.” Bailey’s cheeks turned red and she looked away from the screen.
“Why you blushing, Bay?”
“Nothing.” She batted her eyes at him innocently.
“You’re a terrible liar. What’d you do?”
“I might have watched the game from your tub.”
“You watched me play while lying naked in my tub?” His dick fired to attention.
“I did.” She licked her lips. “Might be my new favorite way to watch you play.”
“Please tell me you touched yourself while in there.”
“Maybe.” She smiled coyly.
“Fuck.” He stuck his hands down the front of his pants and shifted his hard cock before it got strangled by his boxers. “You want to crawl in there and do it again while I watch?”
Bailey giggled. “Nope, sorry, I’m all good.”
“Come on, you can handle more than one little orgasm in an evening.”
“Who said it was one little orgasm?”
“Greedy girl, you had more than one?” His cock pulsed.
“There are a lot of innings in a ballgame, Gonzo.”
His dick was like a fucking sledgehammer it was so hard. “Please tell me you used your toys.”
“Of course I did.” Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as they looked at each other through the screen.
What a difference a couple of weeks made. He couldn’t imagine the woman who’d shown up in San Diego a couple of months ago being confident enough in her body to tease him about masturbating. Hell, she’d practically melted into the floor out of embarrassment when he’d found her vibrator. The change in Bailey was sexy as fuck.
“You sure you don’t want to show me?”
She blushed again. “I’m not masturbating via Facetime, Gonzo. I’d feel like I was making a porno.”
“A porno?” he teased.
“Shut up,” she giggled, like she was embarrassed. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do. Would it feel the same to do it in person?”
Bailey chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know.”
The look on her face said she wasn’t opposed to the idea which was progress. “I think it’d be fucking hot to see you playing with your toys in front of me.”
“You do?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Why?”
Why? Why the fuck not? Everything about Bailey turned him on. Seeing her taking what she wanted, fucking herself with a toy, showing him exactly how she like it. Having that visual. Damn.
“Because I think it would be hot to just sit back and really watch you and how beautiful you look. Normally I’m watching, but I’m also selfishly focused on making sure I’m getting you where you need to go rather than just sitting back and looking at you.”
Now that was all he could think about. Damn. “I’ve watched you gain confidence over the past few weeks, and I think it would be sexy as fuck to watch you take control of your own orgasm. Forget about anyone else, and just take and take until you’re so wrung out you could barely move. Fuck yourself so hard you couldn’t possibly think about having another orgasm. That’s what it sounds like you did tonight and I really wish I’d seen it.”
“Oh.”
“Do you have any idea how hot you look when you come? The way your nipples get all tight and flushed just begging me to suck on them.” He could picture it perfectly. “Then you get that little hitch in your breath that makes you bite your bottom lip.” She shifted like she was imagining it, too. “Your body tells me exactly what you want as your blush works its way up your chest and onto your cheeks, and your eyes go from their normal blue to this inky color that’s like looking into the depth of the ocean.”
He paused and looked at her face. That flush he was talking about was clear on her face right now. His girl liked him talking about this.
“My eyes don’t ever look like the ocean,” she said.
“Yeah, they do. When you’re turned on, like really turned on, they—I don’t really know how to describe it. You know when you’re on a boat and you look into the deep sea for too long and everything in you wants to just jump in and see where it takes you?”
Bailey’s breath hitched, and she nodded.
“It’s like that.” He licked his lips.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
“Okay what?” He leaned forward on the bed.
“I’ll show you when you get home.”
“Seriously?” His dick twitched, then twitched again like the fucking thing was clapping it was so excited. He knew the feeling.
“Mmm-hmm.”
Her cheeks flushed and he could tell even through the screen how badly she wanted to look away, but she didn’t. His girl had gotten so brave. “Fuck, I wish we didn’t have two more games before we came home,” he groaned. “Any chance you want to be on my bed waiting for me when I get home?”
Bailey lowered her head shyly and nodded.
“Any chance you want to give me a little preview now?” he practically begged.
“I told you I’m not going to do that.” She rolled her eyes.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He shifted his hips to ease the restriction on his dick.
“The anticipation will be good for you,” Bailey teased.
“Or kill me.” He shifted again.
“I can confidently say no one has ever died from masturbatory anticipation.”
Masturbatory anticipation? “Fuck, I love when you sound all academic and shit.”
Bailey rolled her eyes. “How was that academic?
“I don’t know. It just sounded smart.” He pushed the pillow behind his head to get more comfortable. “So that was a hard no?”
“Yes. You’re a big boy, you’ll be fine. Or I guess you could tug one out in the tub as well.”
“Yeah? You want to watch?”
“Uh…uh…”
He burst out laughing at the way Bailey’s mouth gaped like a fish at the very idea. “Just kidding, Bay.”
His calf cramped and he winced. He really needed to do something about this or it was going to fuck with his game tomorrow. “But I am going to go jump in the tub and use those bath salts you packed for me.”
“Good.”
“Do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Sleep in my bed till I get home.”
Bailey’s forehead wrinkled with confusion. “Why?”
“I just want you to.”
“Gonzo?” Bailey pressed.
He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Bay, I can’t be there with you, but I just like the idea of you sleeping in my bed even when I’m not there.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.” He bobbed his head up and down. “Night, Bay. I’ll call you tomorrow after the game.”
“I’ll be here. Now go take care of yourself.”
He snickered at the double entendre. “I’ll take care of myself alright.” He filled his voice with all the innuendo he could muster.
Bailey sighed. “Oh god, that wasn’t what I meant and you know it. Look after your calf, you perv.”
“I’m a good multi-tasker,” he teased.
The corner of her mouth tilted up as she bit back a smirk. “Goodnight, Gonzo.”
“Night, Bay.”
He disconnected the call and dropped his arm over his eyes. Sleep in my bed? Where the hell had that come from? The idea had come out of nowhere, but the second it popped into his head, he knew he wanted it. Not just while he was away, but always. Fuck, he was gone over her. Was this how his friends felt when they’d met their women?
He pushed off the mattress. Whatever the hell it was, he wouldn’t figure it out tonight.