Hannah grabbed the pitcher for the on field interview and they talked about pitching a complete game. The pitcher tonight was brought up a couple weeks ago and this was his first start. We will be seeing more of Rhett Clay, he isn’t going anywhere.
Rick turns to me, “I’ll be at the car in twenty.” He winks at me and takes off into the dugout.
“He’s a hoot.” My Mom turns to me, “Very attentive and doesn’t seem to notice other women at all.”
“Yeah, in Colorado he called me down to the dugout after the win and pulled me into the dugout to kiss me. He can be crazy!” I tell Mom as I remember his mother’s words from later that evening.
“It’s fun. I understand what you mean about needing to meet him. You’ve both gotten lucky finding each other.” Slightly shocked at my Mom’s words, I smile and she hugs me with approval.
The crowd clears and I lead Mom to the elevator, using my access card to get to the player’s garage. We slide into the front seat of Rick’s Challenger and watch as a few of the other players walk out to their cars. Rick wears more gear as catcher and always takes a few minutes longer. We chat about going to breakfast before the spa and how early it’ll need to be. Rick walks up to the car and sits down in the driver seat. He leans in and kisses me on the cheek, then looks to Mom “I hope you enjoyed the game, Shar.”
My Mom actually smiles at Rick, “Very much. The seats were great. Thank you. You call a good game, Rick. Of course, I always like to see San Francisco lose.”
I’m a bit shook, sitting between them and listening to the conversation go on around me. This is my Mom, right? While I sit in shock, they decide we should call it a night and start early the next morning. Rick pulls up to the Brighton and hops out of the car to open the door for Mom. “I appreciate you. I wouldn’t have Sherry without you. Thank you.” Rick hugs my Mom and she hugs him back. This isn’t my Mom. When was she replaced with a look-alike?
“I can see you are good to her and you both love each other.” Again, I can’t say this enough… Who kidnapped my Mom and replaced her with this sweet woman that looks like her? Why isn’t she freaking out about us moving in together? Shacking up? Him being controlling or something? Going off about carrying me through a hotel lobby over his shoulder? She leans down to look in the car, “I’ll meet you in the morning, Sherry,” and she walks off into the hotel.
Rick gets back into the car and immediately puts his arm around me, pulling me close and kissing me like a fool. His hand moving up my thigh. He rolls the windows up and whispers in my ear, “This was a good day, but it’s driving me crazy not having you around me right now. Let’s go home, my queen.”
Rick strokes my thigh the whole drive home and I sit against him with my head on his shoulder. It’s amazing how much this man loves me and needs me. I have no doubt.
We park at our complex and Rick kisses me sweetly on the lips like when he’s going to offer me a hand out of the car, but the kiss pushes him further. He’s on top of me and we’re making out on the front bench seat of his car. His thigh rubs against my happy places as he let’s out a hot heavy sigh at my ear, stopping to kiss and nibble there. He’s back to my mouth, sucking on my lower lip, biting and tugging at it gently. He slides his tongue into my mouth to dance with mine and I suck on it until he moans, as our bodies continue to rub on each other. “We could take this to the bedroom, my king,” I suggest aware the chances we make it from the elevator are minimal.
He focuses, “Yeah, you’re right.” It takes him a few moments to clear his head enough to move on.
We get in the elevator and I simply say, “We’re on the elevator. Anything you want to do here, on the elevator, my king?” Using my sweet, sexy, seductive voice. Rick lets out a groan that sounds more like a lion’s roar, I pull the elevator stop and I’m instantly pinned to the elevator wall by his hard muscled body. “Oh yeah, my king. Show me what you want.” He unbuttons his jeans and releases his hard wanting desire. He pulls my pants completely off of me and holds me up so my lips can touch his. I wrap my legs around him drawing another roar as he slides me slowly down his hard body onto his rock solid cock. I cry out as he slides in and fills me lusciously. I climb him with my arms around his neck, unable to help myself I bite at his neck and collarbone as I move on him, stroking him with my hot wet sex.
“Oh fuck, you’re perfect, my queen.” We move together, meeting each other’s effort.
I hold on to him tight and lick his neck, kissing and sucking. I hear sexy little noises and realize the needy whimper is coming from me. I want more of him. I want all of him. I whisper in his ear, “Don’t you want to bend me over? Take me hard? Fuck me senseless? My king should get what he wants.”
A growl comes from within Rick and he strokes up into me hard, biting at any part of me he can reach. He lifts me up over him and licks at my hot
