“Oh, yeah? I could see her being fun to spend time with away from work. She telling crazy stories about her family?”
“Ha! No. She was giving us a play-by-play through the whole game.”
“Really? Wow, I had no idea Joanie would be so into baseball.”
“Um, it wasn’t the game she was giving the color commentary on. It was who looked best in baseball pants and who had the hottest tattoos.” She guffaws. “Joanie’s one hot momma.”
“Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Me either.” She giggles as she retracts a bottle of water from her bag. As she drops it into the cupholder by her side, I glance over to see she’s rested her hand over the top, her dainty nails painted a vibrant royal blue, drumming against the plastic in time with the music. Hell, I’d barely noticed anything was playing before now, so caught up in the enchanting girl beside me. Reaching over, I take her hand in mine and watch as her face quickly snaps in the direction of our entwined fingers. The warmth radiating from her touch continues to melt my battered heart. We’re both closing in on thirty. Why am I so nervous about taking this girl’s hand in mine?Fear of rejection is a mother fucker.
An identifiable succulent pink hue dots Ava’s cheeks just as she flashes her luminous smile in my direction.Jesus. I didn’t know a woman like this existed. One that could make me feel… what? I’m not sure exactly, but I know that I like it. I like her.Stay cool, Mick. You have to play your cards right with this one.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Mick
We drive the distance to the game, chatting about everything and nothing. It’s so easy to talk to her. There’s no pretense with Ava. I try to focus on the fact we’re headed to one of my favorite things on the planet, a major league game, so I don’t get fixated on how good she looks with her tits teasing me through that thin white T-shirt. I think I’ve asked her if the temperature is okay five times, worried I truly am turning her into the ice queen as her nipples have been torturing me through that top the entire drive. Attempting to divert my attention upward, I only get lost in how those luscious lips I’ve tasted are calling my name. Thank God we’re going to a baseball game and not somewhere that won’t hold my attention, or I’ll end up mauling her in the stands.
* * *
As we approach Nationals Park, located southwest of the U.S. Capitol, we inch forward behind a long line of eager fans. Gazing at my watch, I breathe a sigh of relief that we’ve managed to make such good time. Blessed with unusually light Washington D.C. traffic with this radiant girl seated next to me, the trip seemed almost effortless until now. But this traffic heading into the park is nothing new.
Glancing over, Ava is biting her lower lip. I lift her sweet hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles. “We’re doing well on time, princess. No worries.”
Her stunning blue eyes connect with mine briefly before they drop back to her hand in mine. Does she feel this electricity between us too? Tapping the gas, I creep up a little more while we await our turn to pay for parking and gaze back at her.
Leaning across the center console, I wrap my hand behind her neck, pulling her toward me. I can’t hold back from her sweet mouth any longer. Hell, the time we spend in the car to and from the game is the only part of the evening I’ll have her all to myself.
As our lips collide, I can feel my hunger for her testing my control. My tongue pleads for entrance, swiping against her plush lips, and she opens for me. She’s warm, wet, sweet, and my mind instantly contemplates if her pussy will be just the same. I feel my dick hardening at the thought as our tongues dance hungrily and decide to pull back to gather some much-needed restraint just as the car behind me not so gently blows their horn to remind me where we are.
Sitting with about two car lengths in front of us, I attempt to readjust the rod that is now in my pants and move forward carefully. “Sorry.” Giving her a sheepish grin, I notice her cheeks are now quite red. “Baby, did that car honking embarrass you?”
“No.”Fuck. Is she as turned on as I am then?
“God, Ava. You make me crazy. I’m going to need to apologize in advance if I can’t hold back and have to touch you a lot during this game.” Reaching my arm behind my head, I massage my neck, trying to get myself under control before we have to step out of this car. What I’d give to pull her into the backseat before we make our way to the stadium. But I need to take a little more finesse with this girl. I don’t want to lose it and have the first time we sleep together to be in the back of my SUV that probably smells of dirty baseball gear.Dreams for another day, maybe.
“No apologies needed.” She giggles. “I was just disappointed the kiss had to stop.” Her statement comes out practically as a whisper.
There’s no hiding the way I feel now. I just need to own it, smiling like a crazy-ass mother fucker or not. This night feels like a home run, and the damn game hasn’t even started yet.
Having paid for parking, locked up the SUV, and now heading for the gate, I can’t help but take a moment to absorb this sensation. I’m walking hand in hand with a beautiful girl to a major league baseball game. And not any beautiful girl, but one I honestly think I could take a chance with. There’s nothing about her that reminds me of Paula’s behavior. Letting go of her hand, I wrap my arm around her and pull her into my side as we traverse the rest of the way through the crowded parking lot to the ticket entrance.Slow your roll, Mick. It’s only your third date.
“You want to grab snacks now or wait ’til later?”
“I had something to eat before I left work. I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m too excited for snacks,” she replies, beaming back at me.
Ha! Me too.“We can get some drinks from someone walking the stands. Then we’ll go grab something to munch on later. Just let me know if you get hungry.”
Meandering the crowded stadium, I take in Ava’s bright eyes. Coming to these games is a common occurrence for me. Hell, I’ve come to games alone. But she looks like a wide-eyed child at an interactive exhibit, taking it all in. The noises, the vendors, colorful T-shirts, hats, and souvenirs bearing the Nationals logo, a bright red W. The air is rich with the aroma of popcorn, peanuts, and team spirit. Pointing in the direction of an overhead sign leading the way to our seats, I again take the opportunity to pull her into me. I can’t get over how fucking good this feels.
We make our way down the stadium steps to our location near first base. They’re great seats to take in all the action.
“These seats are incredible, Mick.”
“Yeah, we got lucky.” No luck about it. These are the most expensive tickets I’ve ever purchased for a Nationals game, but I’m aiming to impress tonight. Having a few minutes to spare before the game gets rolling, I flag down a passing concession attendant for two bottles of water and some popcorn and begin my tutoring session by reviewing everything on the scoreboard for Ava.
The beginning of the game moves along at a slow and steady pace. No one team is standing out tonight. It’s all tit for tat, with the score remaining zero for both. Looking down, I see Ava’s delectable hand dip into the popcorn and watch as she pops a salty piece into her mouth. Reaching over, I lift her hand to my mouth and place the pads of her index and third fingers on my tongue before sucking the remaining butter and salt from them. My eyes match hers as I place her hand back into her lap, and I watch a beautiful crimson stain her cheeks.