Page 43 of Light Up My Life (Forbidden Heat 3)

Then I felt her coming as well, her tightness rushing back and forth over me like an invisible fist clutching my package and jerking hard as if it wanted to do some real damage.

Her whole body began to rock violently around like a twirling tornado sucking up everything its path. She was fucking me so hard that she kept bouncing off me and I had to hold her tightly against me to keep her from falling off.

I continued to hump her with everything I had left to give until both of us were just too spent to carry on. It was over. We were finally done.

And all was quiet. Just silence now as we cradled each other on the bed, both of us covered in sweat. I could not have imagined a place I’d rather have been.

Chapter Fourteen

Kat

I couldn’t believe how many women were here. It was intimidating enough to make me want to pack it up and just go back home. But no. I was there, and I was determined to show them all what I had to offer. I was good. I always had been. I was going to show them exactly what I could do. I’d driven four hours for this shit. I was not about to give up that easily. This was my future I was talking about.

The field was large, bigger than I had imagined it would be. It had to be big to hold this mess of sprawling people, didn’t it?

This was it. This was the amazing day I’d been dreaming about ever since I made up my mind to come and do this. I had to go through with it. In a little bit, I would calm down and I would be fine.

There were so many thoughts rolling through my head. Just a few days ago, Lance had actually asked me to marry him. What? Was he serious? I knew he had to be because of his fathers’ ultimatum. That was a pretty messed up thing he was requiring of his son. The guy sounded like the biggest control freak in the world. I hoped I never met him, but if I married Lance then I would have to. I’d have to be civil to the fool, and I might even have to kiss his ass.

Twenty million dollars. Wow… that was a lot of money. It would solve so many of my issues. I needed that money desperately. It was a way out. With that I could truly start over and just do whatever I wanted with my life.

But that would be hard to do with a child.

A child…did I really want to have a child with Lance? That was lunacy. I was willing to marry a guy and have his baby all for money? Well, I certainly would not have been the only person in history to do such a thing.

I tried to put it out of my mind and get on with the events of the day. If I did well here, then I wouldn’t need to even consider Lance’s offer. But then again, the more I thought about it, I could not help but think I would like to be married to him. He was such a wonderful man. And I’d developed real feelings for him. I was falling head over heels in love with him. That was truthfully the only reason I was still considering this at all. I needed the money for sure, but I probably wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t really care about Lance.

The other night, our sex had been remarkable. He knew my body inside and out. He could read me and know where I needed to be touched next.

I took my turn in line with some of the other girls as we waited to start some drills. I’d quickly paired up with a girl who looked like she could easily be in high school still and we tossed a ball back and forth to warm up. I had not thrown hard in years. I hoped the power would still be there, or at least it would come back.

Then we started the first drill.

We took turns rotating to different positions while coaches and trainers would hit ground balls to us. We were supposed to field the ball and throw to first base, or second base, or for a double play. All of this really depended on the random base they would call out as they hit the ball.

I fielded a sharp, hard hit ball that dove to the dirt at my feet before scooping it up and throwing it hard to first base from the shortstop position. I’d played shortstop some in high school, but I did not remember the first base being that far away and my throw seemed to lack a bit of power. I cringed at my performance, but I did not let it bother me. There was a long day ahead of us.

We kept doing the drill for a good hour, and I had about seven chances to field the ball and make my throws. Al

l of them were decent, but some of these girls practically had rocket launchers in their arms. I was impressed by a lot of them. But I did my best to remain calm and carry on with my best performance.

After the infield drills, we did some outfield drills which consisted mostly of diving for fly balls. I was lucky enough to catch all the ones hit towards me, and I did it fairly easily. I’ve always been a strong runner and I can catch also. I seemed to have a pretty good instinct for where the ball is was going to land, able to make the adjustments to grab it.

Next we did what I considered to be my strongest suit, and the position I loved more than anything else - pitching. I had been working on building up my shoulder strength and the control in my release on my fastballs, but I could tell right away that some of these girls were really strong and had a lot of speed on their pitches. But then again, speed wasn’t everything. I had to step up my game and practice my curves and breaking balls. I had to make sure that the movement of my pitches were constant and kept the batter off balance. That was the most important thing.

I felt I did that to some extent, but a few of my pitches were a little on the slow side and did not have much movement. If a batter had been there, they might have destroyed those pitches and hit them over the fence.

I finished the day’s tryouts, and we were all told that we would be contacted by phone if we made the cut or not. They would take a week or so to think over their final selections. I went to my car feeling a bit rejected already. I knew it would take time for them to pick the handful of girls who would make the team, but I was hoping that I would have some inclination as to where their thoughts were leaning, something that would help me rest easy until they told me that I had the job in the bag. But no… it was going to be a long week.

When I got to my car, I sat behind the wheel. I buried my face in my hands and I began to cry. I had a feeling that I was not going to be chosen. A few years ago, I might have had a good chance, but my skills were rusty. I needed more time to prepare. I needed a good year of hard work to get back into that kind of shape. But, I didn’t have the time. Dammit.

What would it take for me to get myself out of this funk I found myself in? When would I finally be able to breathe easy and move on from this pain?

But I already knew the answer to that. I had a twenty-million dollar offer staring me right in the face. All I had to do was say yes. It was crazy, but currently, my whole life felt crazy. That was the price that I was being asked to pay. I didn’t want go through with this, but right then, it sounded like a savior. I would be stupid not to. When it was over, I would be rich beyond my wildest dreams, and I would have a child to love.

Hell, I might even have the man of my dreams with me as well. That would be pretty damn good. It was the life most people wished for, didn’t they? It was all there for me on a silver platter. All I had to do was say yes.

Was Lance the man I’d been looking for? No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I was already falling hard for him. Why was I so resistant? I didn’t see him as being the type of guy who would ever stand in my way of getting the things that I wanted out of life, or to doing the things that I wanted to do. If anything, he was going to help me get there. I wasn’t giving up anything to be with him; it was exactly the opposite. It was stupid for me to think otherwise.

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