He pulled me in close, pressed his lips hard against mine. The taste of vinegar and lemon was thick on his tongue, but the passion he expelled onto me made me somehow love it.
His eyes were still displaying that hungry look as he pulled away. I’d melted, my knees almost buckling beneath me. “You’re so damn hot when you're mad, Kat.”
His hand slid up my leg, his fingers slowly making their way into my shorts. My insides ached for his touch as he teased me with light tickles and gentle strokes along my inner thigh. “You want me?” he whispered.
God yes! “Here?” I asked, snapping back to reality.
“Do you want me?” he whispered again, his finger sliding higher up my thigh, brushing against my swollen flesh.
“Yes,” I gasped. He pushed a finger inside of me, causing my body to drop toward his hand for more. “Not here.”
“Yes. Here. Now,” he said, pulling my hand to the hard cock beneath his jeans.
Another finger followed the first, making its way inside of me, filling me even further. My body contracted, my pussy pulsated around his digits, pulling him deeper into me.
“You’re angry, Kat. You have to release it somewhere. Release it on me,” he whispered.
His hand gripped my wrist, pulling my arm high above my head. His lips sucked my neck as he continued to work his fingers inside of me. Fuck, I want to come.
“Let it go,” he whispered in my ear as my body began to tremble.
“Someone will see,” I protested softly.
“So, they see,” he said, unzipping his jeans. He placed my hand on his warm flesh. His cock was so hard my hand barely wrapped around it. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, causing my fingers to slide easily along his shaft. I couldn’t believe I’m doing this.
He released my wrist, smacked the door open beside me. I didn’t notice if it was women’s or men’s, and honestly, I didn’t care.
His fingers worked vigorously between my legs until I began to quiver. My clit swelled, my pussy tightened, and Todd lowered himself down my body, slowly lowering my shorts as his fingers pulled from their warm place. Instantly, I felt empty. I needed him back inside of me, cock, fingers, tongue, I didn’t care.
The warmth of his tongue against my skin made me moan too loudly. The noise echoed in the small tiled room. He chuckled but continued to lap at my center until I came in his mouth. I heard the wrapper of what I assumed was a condom, and then his body stood tall, pressing hard against mine.
My back was pressed against a porcelain sink as he lifted my legs around his waist. I mounted him as he rocked his hips into me. “Feels good to let go, doesn’t it?” he asked, thrusting his cock deep inside of me.
My nails dug into his flesh through his thin t-shirt as I called out his name. A soft growl escaped his throat as he swelled inside of my body, spreading my hips even further apart. “Come for me,” I heard myself say, surprised by my own candor.
A loud growl rolled from his lips and echoed against the cold tile walls. Warmth filled me as his body grew limber and he slowly let my feet touch the ground.
I watched as he rolled the condom off, still hard, but no longer standing at attention. He grinned, “You surprise me, Kat.”
I'd surprised myself.
“I’ll meet you out there,” he said sweetly, kissing me on the forehead.
The walk back to the table was uncomfortable, to say the least. Our waitress eyed me with a smile smeared on her face. Yeah, she’d heard us.
Thankfully, Todd had already paid the check. I was ready to get the hell out of here and never come back.
“I can’t believe you talked me into that,” I said as I climbed into the rented Corvette that he'd decided to keep, even though he hid it behind the building where Coach, Rhett, and Lana couldn’t see.
“There wasn’t much talking involved, sweetheart,” he said with a grin.
I wondered if Todd was using adrenaline rushes to mask his own anger, or possibly pain? He'd said I needed to release my anger somehow, and I did feel better. His brother used heroine to mask his. Todd’s drug was adrenaline?
I’d enjoyed most everything Todd had encouraged me to do, but sex in a public bathroom was by far the craziest thing I’d done. I loved him pushing me past my comfort zone, past my limits, but was this an addiction for him?
“When we get back to New York, I’m taking you to the top of the Empire State Building,” he said, pulling into the condo parking lot.
I cringed with fear but felt a sudden rush flowing through my veins. He was talking about the future. Maybe it was only weeks, but it was still the future.
“I’ll think about it,” I said.
In fact, that was all I could think about that night. I could barely sleep, even embraced tightly in Todd’s strong arms.
Todd snuck out early that morning before anyone else was up, leaving me alone to shower and get ready for the day. I scrolled through my phone, checking the Google alerts, replying to comments on the social media pages, and generally, just making sure nothing had happened while I slept in Todd’s arms.
My dad posted on the page, commenting on the posts from our winning exhibition games. “You guys have one hell of an owner, a kickass coach, and the best social media manager… so, I expect big things from you this season,” he’d written under a picture of the team.
I hated to admit it, but I missed him. It was strange being on the field without him, even stranger being so involved with the players and him not being one of them. I wished he’d never retired. He didn’t have to. He was older, but not so old he couldn’t play. His arm was still strong, his stamina better than the rookies, and his talent unfading. “Get out while you’re ahead,” he’d always say. If only he’d followed that advice when gambling.
Something in the universe must have alerted Bobby Delaney that his daughter was thinking about him. My phone lit up and sang the "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" theme song with his face smiling across my screen. Practice was almost over, so I ducked out early to take the call.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Kitty-Kat,” he boomed through the phone.
Hearing that pet name from his lips after Todd used it in so many naughty ways was unnerving. “I’m a grown up now, you can call me Katrina,” I said as sweetly as I could.
“I’m so proud of you, Kat. I just had to call and let you know that.” His words meant more to me than he probably realized. “I’ve been following your posts. Looks like you’re doing one helluva job.”
“I saw your comment. I’m trying.”
“Your mother and I want to come see you in action. We’ll be there in a couple days.”
“You’re coming here?” I asked, not meaning to have so much surprise in my tone. “I just mean… I didn’t think you could afford the tickets.” I stammered over my words, hating them with my every last fiber as I spoke them into reality. My parents were poor. The thought made me sick.