Chapter 17
Sommer rocked my world.
She wrapped around me so tightly the sensation was almost too much to bear. I hoped that I wouldn’t be finished before we even got started. When she came to my room, having sex with her was the last thing I thought would happen. Her body moved with me as though that hadn’t been our first time.
Raising her legs, she wrapped her ankles behind my back and matched my rhythmic pace. Needing more, I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her soft, plump lips. Shock waves of pleasure tingled up and down my spine, but not ready to be done with her yet, I slowed my pace.
Our tongues slowly danced, and I licked the roof of her mouth, eliciting a sweet moan from her. I surged forward, her softness stretched around me, and I began to feel a slow pulsing sensation around my dick.
She broke our connection and with an unsteady voice, said, “You feel so good. I’m going too ... oh ...”
I swiveled my hips, and my right hand reached down to cup her ass.
“Ahh ...”
“You feel so good, Sommer.”
“You ... ahh ... ooh ... right there ... please faster.”
I didn’t want to move faster, mainly because I didn’t want this to end. But the way her pussy gripped my cock, if I moved any quicker, I’d be done.
“You ready to come, sweetheart? Again ...”
“Yes,” she panted before her voice intensified. “Yes! Feels so good. It’s never been like this.”
Damn straight it hasn’t.
Not sure whether another player was my neighbor, I silenced her screams with my mouth and thrust into her until her crescendo hit. And it wasn’t until I knew that she had received all the pleasure I offered that I allowed myself the same euphoria.
Of course, I’d been with women before, but like her, it had never been like this. The high of being with Sommer was unmatched and highly addicting.
We caught our breaths, and I felt an immediate loss when I slowly pulled out of her. I went into the bathroom, tossed out the condom, and stepped back into the bedroom.
Seeing Sommer looking a bit disheveled, her hair falling out of her ponytail, I couldn’t help but smile. She glanced over, and her lazy grin had me wanting to puff my chest out with masculine pride.
I lay back down next to her. We both rolled to our sides and faced each other. “That was incredible,” I said, feeling a combination of elation, contentment, and a bit of nervousness. I hoped that she didn’t regret anything that happened. As awful as it sounded, I never had to worry about that before. “Are you okay?”
Those pretty green eyes sparkled and sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m great. It really was incredible.”
I reached out and tucked a few stray strands behind her ear.
“I’m probably a mess.” She pulled her hair tie out and shook her hair free with her hand.
“You’re actually the opposite.” I cupped her cheek and stared at her. “You’re stunning, Sommer. Watching you come had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Her gaze flicked down, her cheeks heated beneath my touch, and I couldn’t help but add, “Don’t be embarrassed by that.”
She stretched her neck and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m not really. It’s just ... no one has ever said that to me before.”
“That’s because you haven’t been with a man like me who can appreciate you.”
“Is that something you’ve said before?”
Not even needing to think about it, I shook my head. “No.” Sliding my fingers into her tangled hair, I caressed her nape with my fingers. “Just for my girl.”
“Your girl?”
“Would you prefer my lady? I think it sounds a bit old-fashioned, but if I call you My Lady, will you call me My Lord?”
Her nose crinkled and she giggled. “What?”
Shrugging, I goofily explained, “I don’t know. My mom would watch these historical romance movies. Everyone was My Lord, My Lady. I guess it triggered something in the recesses of my brain.”
Sommer laughed. “Tell me more about your mom. I’ve read articles where you’ve talked about your childhood, but it always sounded like you held back.”
“Very perceptive.” I linked my right hand with her left and studied where our fingers interlocked.
Anytime someone asked me about my childhood, specifically my mother, a profound sense of pride mingled with vulnerability came over me. Sommer was right. I never talked much about her. Mainly because the focus had always been on my father. Nor did I ever talk about her while in bed with a woman, but it seemed with Sommer, there were going to be a lot of firsts, and I was okay with that.
“A lot of people think I’m where I am in my career because of my father. Granted, I inherited his talent, but if it weren’t for my mother’s constant encouragement, not to mention signing me up for Little League, I wouldn’t be here. She could have easily wanted me to go a different route, especially since she thought my dad abandoned us, but she didn’t.”
I stopped to think about that for a minute. And how easily she could have done that. “Mom is an art teacher at Blossom Berry Falls High School. It’s where she and my dad met and where I also graduated from. Education is important to her.”
Sommer smiled. “So you got your artistic talent from your mom.”
“I did, yes. And like my dad, I actually skipped a grade. I told you I wasn’t a dumb jock.” Not being able to resist, I brought our hands to my lips and kissed her knuckles.
“I never said you were. I actually despise that stereotype. Go on. I want to hear more. And I know what happened post–high school because the Hawks were involved. I want to know about young Jimmy Hall.”
“Young Jimmy Hall,” I echoed. “I had a great childhood, fabulous mom, nice house, my grandparents on my mom’s side lived near us. And I loved baseball. I’d watch it every weekend with either my mom or grandfather. Being a pitcher, I idolized Cash Jameson. What kid wouldn’t? He came to my high school for his fifteen-year class reunion. Our team played the alumni. I was the pitcher ... and a freshman.”
“That had to be so exciting ... and nerve-racking.”
“To say the least. You have no idea what it’s like to pitch to the man you’ve idolized for most of your life. Then to strike him out, lay down a bunt that he admired enough to want to scout you for the Utah Hawks ...”
I let my mind wander back to the day that changed my life.
“Great game, kid.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jameson. That means a lot to me. You’re my all-time favorite player. Sorry about your shoulder. That sucked.”
“Call me Cash, and you’re right. It did suck.” He let go of my hand. “You have an awesome arm. How old are you?”
“Fourteen. I’m a freshman. I skipped a grade. I should be in eighth.”
“And you play varsity ball?” I nodded. “Ever think about playing for the big leagues?”
I blinked a few times and laughed. “Is that a trick question?”
“No tricks.”
“Wow, you were so young,” Sommer said, wiggling her fingers between mine.
“I was. He came over to our house later to talk to my mother about scouting me. I didn’t hear their conversation, but shortly afterward, I found out he was my dad. That was the first time in my life I was mad at my mother.”
“I’m sorry. Should we talk about something else?”
“I can think of other things to do besides talking, but we still need to clear something up.” Using a little force, I rolled her onto her back, pinned her hands above her head, and hovered over her. “I called you mine before, and sweetheart, if you think for even one minute I wasn’t serious, you’re mistaken. I know we agreed on a secret romance type of deal. I thought that after we agreed to see each other, and after I just gave you what I know are the best orgasms of your life, you’d want to be exclusive. Because, believe me, there is no one that I want to be with more than you.”
She blinked a few times while I made a silent wish that she felt the same. Her lips curved up at the corners, her tongue swiped her bottom lip, and she stared at me. “Right,” she teased. “You want me to be your girl.” She quickly paused before adding, “And you’d be my guy?”
“Happily. What do you say, Sommer Bennett?”
“Not that it needed to be said, but yes. I’m your girl. You’re my guy. In secret, of course.”
“Yes, I know.” And I hated that part more than anything. “One day, I’m hiring a skywriter and telling the world. Better yet, I’m going to post us on social media.”
Her eyes widened. “Funny. You better not, Jimmy Hall.”
“Fine, I won’t, but just know that I want to.”
“Noted. Well, I should probably go.”
I flipped us over. Sommer straddled me, her knees resting on either side of my hips. A sinister look passed over her face before she lowered herself between my legs. And as soon as she kissed the tip of my dick, I was instantly hard.
“Babe ...”
“Shh ... let me.”
Swallowing, I took a deep breath before looking down to where Sommer teased me. She flicked and swirled her tongue around my tip as though it were the best damn ice cream cone right before I disappeared into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunted through clenched teeth. My hand instinctively went to the back of her head. Not to guide her—because she didn’t need my assistance in this department—but because I needed to touch her.
She slid her hands underneath my ass and moaned around my dick right before hollowing her cheeks. Sommer lifted her head, glanced up at me, licked her lips, and smiled. “You taste so good.”
“Jesus, Sommer. Are you trying to kill me?”
A cute giggle escaped her before she stroked me with a bold swipe of her tongue and took me even deeper. I could feel the back of her throat, and there was no doubt in my mind that I could detonate at any second.
Her head bobbed up and down, and I wished her hair had still been in a ponytail because I’d wrap it around my fist. Instead, I gathered it and hung on like a jockey would to the reins. Except I didn’t want to shoot down her throat. I wanted to be inside her sweet heat again.
Doing my best to sit up, I let go of her hair, slid my hands beneath her arms, and pulled her up my body. “Ride me.”
“Condom.”
Shit. Right.“I don’t have another one,” I sadly admitted.
“Have you ever had sex without one?”
“No, never. And you know we get regular physicals.”
She nodded. “I’m on the pill.”
Was she saying what I thought she was? Taking control, she went up on her knees, gripped my cock, and held it up, nudging the head against her opening before sliding down on me. Sommer undulated her hips, creating the friction she needed. I didn’t want to take control. That time, it was all her.
And she didn’t disappoint.
I watched as she caressed herself from her thighs up until she reached the most perfect set of breasts that I’d ever seen. On autopilot, I joined in on the fun, and when she arched her back, I had access to those beautiful tits that I’d been staring at. I lifted my hips, sat up, and adjusted our bodies until her arms went around my neck and my mouth was giving each of her nipples attention.
Sommer’s movements sped up. Her ass slid against my legs, riding me until I could feel her pulse around my cock. She let out a sweet moan, called out my name, and brought her mouth to mine. Tingles shot down my spine, my balls tightened, and I exploded inside of her.
I’d never felt so sated or content in my life.
Still connected, she lowered herself down until we were chest to chest. I didn’t want to pull out of her, but I slowly rolled us onto our sides and slid out. Seeing her arousal mixed with mine made me feel more possessive of her than I already did. And not just her, but us. For once, I was glad my social media was private.
“I’ll be right back.”
With wobbly strides, I headed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Once it was warm, I wet a washcloth.
Sommer sat on the edge of the bed and smiled. “You didn’t need to do that, but thank you. I need to get up anyway.”
Ignoring her, or maybe prolonging her departure, I kneeled, spread her legs apart, and gently wiped her off.
She cupped my cheek. “You’re sweet, thank you. But I really need to get dressed and go to my room.”
“Why? It’s late. Just stay here.”
“And do the walk of shame in the morning? Hard pass.” She kissed the tip of my nose, and I reluctantly stood and moved out of her way. Sommer began to gather her clothes, and when she turned around, I stared at her perfectly shaped ass.
“Are you sure? I can go to your room, grab some of your things, and bring them back here. No one will notice. Then we can say we had a breakfast meeting.”
“No, but thank you,” she said quickly getting dressed and ruining my view. She tied her buttonless jersey in a knot just below her boobs, looked in the mirror above the desk, and groaned. “Ugh, my hair is a disaster.” Sommer bent over at the waist, letting her hair fall forward, and used her fingers as a comb. “Can you hand me my hair tie, please?” she asked and stood.
“Sure.” Surprising her, I moved behind her, gathered her sexy locks, pulled them back, and expertly wrapped the band around them.
Sommer glanced at herself in the mirror, moving her head from side to side as she examined my work. “Wow. Not too shabby.”
“Thank you. Ariel likes playing dress-up, remember?”
“Yes, you’re the best babysitter.”
“Thanks. It’s easy because I’d do anything for that little girl. Just like I’d do anything for you. Hence, our secret. Here’s one of my own; if you were any other woman, I wouldn’t have agreed.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As you should.” I winked and Sommer rolled her eyes. “Are you sure you need to go?”
“I am.” She rose up on the balls of her feet and kissed me. “Good night, Jimmy.”
I took her hand in mine, walking her toward the door. Before opening it, I peeked out the peephole. “Coast is clear. I’ll see you in the morning.” I opened the door and stood off to the side just in case someone did walk by. The last thing I needed was naked pictures popping up. Things happened so fast in my world that I wouldn’t put anything past anyone.
Sommer slipped out, and I closed the door behind her. I snagged a clean pair of boxers out of my suitcase, brushed my teeth, and slid back into bed. Grabbing the pillow, I pulled it toward me. It smelled of her perfume, so I inhaled deeper.
Shit.I was already in deep. Sommer Bennett had hit me head-on like a Mack truck, and I couldn’t have cared less.