“It smells amazing in here. Where are the brownies?” I hear Chase before anybody else.
“Dude, chill.” I know Rick is shaking his head at the rookie even though I can’t see him. Rick calls out to me, “I’m home and the guys are with me. I walk out of the kitchen and Rick grins at me as he walks toward me. I prepare to be attacked with the team standing right there, but Rick simply laughs and licks my nose. “That’s chocolate with something?”
I turn red and wonder where else I have batter on me. “That’s your cake. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Are you toasting marshmallows?” Chase, of course.
“Kind of, its Rick’s cake.” I say trying not to give away what I’m making because it’s for me and Rick, it goes with the whipped cream. “My king, you want to get the guys drinks while I plate up some sweets?”
Rick walks past me in the kitchen, making sure to rub against me on his way by and kiss me on the neck. I cut up the brownies and stack them pyramid-like on a plate. I make a plate of PB&J Thumbprints and a plate of chocolate dipped butter cookies. “Chase sweetie, will you help me?” Before I finished talking he was there at my side, eyes wide. “Will you get the two plates of cookies, please?” He picks them up and follows me out to the guys in my living room.
For the record, I’m getting used to being around the team. However, when I step foot into my living room and my leading man along with Chase, Jones, Kris, Rhett, Tommy and Lucky have all made themselves at home—stretched out all over the furniture and the floor, basically filling my living room while they talk about what movie to put on or if they should play video games—I about lose it. It’s too much for a fan to take. I knew Rick was bringing the guys back with him, but seven professional baseball players in my living room sets the testosterone levels in here to emergency overload.
I walk directly to my Rick and announce what I’ve baked, “Okay, so these are PB&J’s, these are dipped butter cookies, and these are walnut and toffee brownies. Let me know what you think, so I know which ones to make for you again,” I say as I look into Rick’s clear blue eyes.
“Sure thing,” Chase chimes in.
I laugh, “That’s fine, but I was mostly talking to Rick. My man gets what he wants.” I realize how it sounds after it comes out of my mouth, but decide it’s true and I don’t care who knows it.
“You got it, baby.” Rick smiles at me and I leave them alone to their guy things.
The plates get passed around and they’ve come looking for more beer. Well, except Chase, and he wanted milk. Once I have a chance to absorb it, I like having them all around. The team is family. Rick is home and hanging out with the guys. I can hang with them or do my own thing, and they like my baking. Rick finds me periodically, to kiss me or touch me or whisper in my ear. I know he’s buzzed, but the promises he whispers in my ear—well, fuck me. I discreetly take a picture of my living room and another of Kris, texting both of them to Sam.
Text to Sam - So, this is my living room tonight.
Text from Sam - OMG! Are you handling that okay?
Text to Sam - Yes. I like it. I freaked out a bit internally when I first saw them all, but I got over it. I’m good now.
Text from Sam - Tell Kris hi for me.
At about midnight, a couple of the guys had left and I find Rick kicking the rest out, “Game is at 7:05 tomorrow night. Go get your rest and be ready.”
I heard varying responses.
“Whatever. You just want to get laid.”
“Okay. Porn king.”
“Can I have another brownie to go?”
“Make sure you treat that girl right.”
“Thanks for the beer.”
Sudden silence followed by the sound of the door latch locking, romantic music starting to play, and Rick’s hands on my hips. His body against my back and rocking against me.
“Do you want to try the cake and whipped cream?”
“Will it still be good after the game tomorrow?
“Yes.”
“Then, I’d rather have you right now,” Rick says as he picks me up and carries me off to the bedroom. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “I feel like I’ve been away for days and I was only out playing pool for a couple of hours.” Rick strips me naked quickly and makes himself comfortable between my legs putting his mouth on me. Licking and sucking at my tender folds and clit, he slides a finger in and strokes me.
“I want all of you, my king. I want you inside me. Please make love to me, Rick.” His whole tone changes and he loses his clothes. He pushes into me and grinds against me. He pulls out and strokes in with purpose, repeatedly until he comes. He slows and claims my mouth with his, sucking on my lower lip. He holds me to him while he kisses me and goes back to stroking into me with intent repeatedly until he comes again on a growl. He keeps going, pounding into me harder now. Wanting more. I lift my legs for him, trying to give him better access and he catches them with his arms, bringing my feet to my ears and spreading me open for his pleasure. He buries himself as deep as he can get and leans in to kiss me while he grinds against me. His grinding action rubs against my sensitive nub and I want more. I grind back and squeeze him, feeling how deep he
