Chapter 56
Holding the strawberry to her plush lips, I urge her to take a bite.
Her teeth sink into the strawberry, causing a dribble of chocolate and juice to trickle out the side of her mouth.
While she chews and swallows, I lick up the remnants and pry her mouth open with my tongue.
The taste of chocolate, her, and the berry explode on my tongue, drawing a moan from my throat.
Taking a bite this time, I savor the taste while looking over her flushed body before feeding her another bite.
Picking up another berry, I rub it over her nipple, leaving chocolate in its wake.
After the group chat, I was confused about celebrating with strawberries but now it all makes sense.
I love pushing her to the edge of her curiosity and sexual experiences.
It’s something we can do together. Food play has never been my thing, but tasting chocolate off Bree’s body is something I can definitely get behind.
“Chase, please,” She groans when I repeat the motion, teasing her with the cold chocolate and then lapping it with my tongue.
Ignoring her, I move down her body, using the berry to draw my path from her tits to her belly button, licking up everything left behind.
When the chocolate is almost melted off, I take a bite of the berry and chew as I think of my next move.
“I wonder what you taste like on the strawberry.”
“What?” Her chest rises and falls as I rid her of her blue thong and drop it on the floor.
“I need to taste you, Princess, and you want to play, so lay back and let me work.” Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs wide.
“Look at you soaked and ready for me. Hold your ankles so I can feast.” I push her legs up until she grips them in her hands.
Repeating the same motions I did on her chest and stomach, I tease a path along her inner thighs and around the outside of her pussy, licking and cleaning up the chocolate until she’s a writhing mess.
“Chase, please lick me. Oh my god, I can’t take it anymore.”
“One more taste first, Princess, then I’ll eat this perfect cunt like it’s my favorite dessert.
” Using the last chocolate covered strawberry, I rub it over her pussy.
Meeting her eyes through the opening of her legs, I lick one side of the berry clean and watch as her eyes flare and she gasps for breath.
“My favorite flavor. Do you want a taste?” Not waiting for a response, I collect more, take a bite for myself, and then offer it to her.
When she takes it into her mouth, her eyes roll back and I lose all restraint.
Abandoning the remnants, I swipe a tongue up her pussy and latch onto her clit, taking everything she has to offer.
“Fuck, oh my god. Yes, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Her fingers tangle in my hair, bucking against my mouth as she rides out her orgasm as it crashes around her.
“Best surprise ever,” I say when she comes back down, sealing it with a kiss.
The last thing I expected when I came home tonight was for her to be dressed like a fallen angel in a Troubadours themed lingerie set with a piece of paper to sign so we can go public.
It feels like I’ve been waiting on this day for years, even if it’s only been a couple months.
It’s finally here, the last game of the regular season.
Since, the Troubadours clinched the division, we’ll be playing in the postseason starting next weekend.
To celebrate, ESPN is broadcasting today’s home game.
Miller and I are going to be mic’d up for the game.
Normally they only pick one player to mic up, but since it’s my first season and Miller is, well, Miller, they decided to mic us both up.
“Chase, how’s your first season in Nashville been?” The host, Paul, asks in my ear monitor as we take the field for the start of the game.
“Man, it’s been great. These guys are so welcoming. I couldn’t have asked for better teammates and coaches. A postseason run doesn’t hurt either.”
“Definitely not. We’re glad to still see you on the team after the trouble you got into over the All-Star break. Tell us about that.” Taylor mentioned they may try to bring this up during the broadcast. It’s their way of trying to get the scoop.
“I’m not proud of what I did. I’m thankful for the organization, especially Mr. Davenport and Coach Crenshaw for giving me a second chance to prove to them I’m serious about contributing in a positive way to the team.
I was a cocksure jerk in the minors and partied in my off time.
It’s not like that in the Bigs, and I needed to grow up.
Unfortunately, I made some bad decisions, but ultimately I’m grateful for what it brought me.
” The batter hits the ball and I pause to watch where it goes.
Fields moves over to catch it and throws the runner out at first.
“That’s your charity, right? Bark in the Park was a huge success. If I remember correctly you raised $500,000 for the local animal shelters and rescues in the Nashville area.”
“Yeah, it was an amazing turnout. We’ve been able to set up a foundation for the area rescues that need help and plan to host more adoption events.”
“Miller, we heard you got a puppy during the event, is that right?”
“Sure did. His name’s Cooper and one day I hope you’ll see him on the field.” I can hear him in my earpiece the same way I can hear the broadcasters.
“He’s not a kid, Miller. How’s he going to be playing baseball?” I speak to Miller through the mic.
“Not playing. Training him to be the bat dog.” The echo of a ball hitting his mitt behind home plate rings in my ear as I respond to the announcers.
“Don’t let him fool you, guys. That dog is a little terrorist. Didn’t he try to eat your mitt last week?”
“Rook, shut your pie hole and field this ball.” Laughing, I catch the grounder and throw it to first for our second out of the inning.
“Team chemistry is really important in these long seasons—would you say the team is gelling and has great rapport?”
“What do you think, Paul? We won the division and are playing for the conference title,” Miller chuffs.
“That’s three. Let’s go boys.” I pump my fist and jog to the dugout so we can bat. We watch Palmer strikeout and then Miller takes his spot in the batter’s box. Once he makes it to first base, he starts talking smack to the first baseman when I step up to the plate to bat next.
“I’m about to run, boy. Can’t catch me. I’m fast. I’m gonna run.
I’m gonna run, boy.” Miller taunts the first baseman, and I wonder if the pitcher can hear him too.
He leads off the base and I take a strike so he has to go back.
“I told you I was gonna run. What are you doing over there? You’re just gonna watch me. ”
“If you don’t shut up the pitcher is gonna try to throw you out, dingbat,” I say after the ball passes outside over home plate.
“You have the most stolen bases for this year in your rookie season, and you have ten home runs. Are you going to hit another home run tonight? How are you feeling?” Paul asks in my ear while I wait for the pitcher to throw the next pitch.
“Well, I hope to hit a home run, but you never know. Right now, I just wanna get on base.”
I grunt when the ball crosses the plate and I swing the bat. The sound of it connecting rings in my ears and I take off running for first base. The ball drops short in the outfield, but Miller makes it to second and I make it to first before they can throw us out.
“Let’s go,” Miller shouts and I clap as well.
With Miller in front of me I won’t be able to steal, so I have to bide my time at first base.
“Hey Mills, you gonna steal a base?” I ask when he takes a short lead off second.
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
“Is he gonna throw a strike or a ball?”
It’s weird to have a full conversation while on base, but it also makes it more fun to fuck with the other team.
“I’m betting he throws a ball,” Miller says as the pitcher throws a strike that Fields misses.
He cups his hands over his mouth and yells at Fields, “Come on, Gramps, hit the ball.” Fields steps back in the box, shaking his head at Miller. The pitcher throws a curveball and Fields swings, hitting the tip of it sending it foul. Miller and I retake our bases.
“I think he’s gonna hit this one. What do you think, Mills?”
“Oh yeah, he’s got that look in his eye. He’s going to. He’s gonna hit this one.” Miller crouches low as he takes a heavy lead off second and I do the same on first.
The pitcher tries to get away with throwing a fastball, but Preston smacks it.
I run toward second base, tracking the ball as it goes deep into centerfield but falls short of the wall.
While the centerfielder scrambles for the ball to throw back infield, Miller rounds third base and I round second turning up my speed right behind him.
“Run faster,” I shout, gaining on him. We can both score if he moves it.
“I’m not The Chaser. I can’t run that fast.”
“Run faster Mills. I’m gonna catch you.” I laugh as I speed past third and head for home plate.
“This is as fast as I can go.” He turns his head back to yell at me.
“Better fucking run. I’m right here,” I almost say directly into his ear. The third base coach calls out behind me that the ball is incoming.
“You gotta slide, Mills, and get out of the way. I’m coming in.”
Miller drops his leg and slides along on plate. I fall quickly in after him, my palm crossing the plate right before the catcher drags his glove across home plate.
The umpire yells, “Safe!” The cheers are deafening.
“Troubadours just took the lead with a stolen base by Miller and Bennett,” I hear the interviewer say in the inner-ear monitor.
“Hell, yeah atta boy.” Miller hold his hands down in front of him and I slap mine on top of them in a low five.
We bump chests and then I turn and look behind home plate where my girl’s jumping up and down screaming her head off.
Kissing two fingers, I send them her way, always doing the celebration because I’m always thinking of her.
When she turns around and points to the name of her back, I grin so wide my cheeks hurt.
At some point she bought a new jersey without telling me.
It’s not Miller’s jersey she’s wearing to the game this time.
It’s mine. She’s mine. She’s officially fucking mine and I’m in the middle of a goddamn game and can’t do anything about it.
When the game is over, I run out of the dugout and onto the field, pointing at her.
We won and the only person I want to celebrate with is her.
She’s already running down the stairs towards the gate to the field.
The attendant opens it and she barrels through at full speed and jumps midway into my arms. Cheers erupt around us as I claim her in public for the first time.
“Oh my god, that was amazing.” Her energy’s infectious as she laughs wildly.
In this moment, I know we’ve truly won. Not just the game, but her and I.
We’ve been through our share of hardships the past couple months, but right here, right now, none of that matters because we fought hard for each other.
For this. To be able to love each other out loud, here in the open, and it’s more than I could’ve ever wanted or hoped for.
“I love you, Bree.”
She frames my face in her hands, her hair falls in a curtain around us and it’s just the two of us in our own little bubble.
“I love you too, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“Chaser, sorry to interrupt.” Fuck I’m still on the air. “We don’t want to interrupt your celebration or anything, but the people want to know—are you dating Gabrielle Pierson?”
“I don’t know, Princess, are we dating?”
“Hell yeah we are.” She smiles brightly and I want to devour her on the spot.
“You heard her boys. If you don’t mind, I’d like to turn this mic off so I can go kiss my girl again.”
“You got it, Chaser, and congrats on the win. We’re looking forward to seeing you in the postseason.
” Paul’s words die off when Bree unhooks the microphone from my jersey and tosses it to the ground.
Someone will pick it up later. With my hands on her ass, I hike her higher and spin us around in circles.
Her laugh is wild and carefree. Everything I’ve always wanted for her.
Miller runs over and sprays us with something, and then we’re surrounded by our friends—Preston, Ivory, Taylor, Miller, Bree, and me celebrating as a unit.
One big family I didn’t know I was getting when I came to Nashville, but I found my place here.
My girl’s here, a family, and a long future with the Troubadours.
It all started in a tequila-fueled night on an island in the Caribbean when I met a blue-eyed girl’s gaze across the bar and it’s ending with forever.
All I gotta say is I’m really happy that what happens on vacation doesn’t always stay on vacation.