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A/N: Thanks to those who are sticking with me! I promise big fat juicy lemons WILL come! (No pun intended!)
This chapter is dedicated to Amber--- She has really helped me out this week.
A special thanks to Alyson and the Twimoms---who have an AWESOME blog!! You MUST check it out!!
Ch. 3 A Wicked Curveball
Edward Cullen looked so good in the shadows of Alice's car. The console lights were just illuminating enough to highlight his sharp beautiful features. He sat up straight, his hands gripping his knees. Now able to enjoy his profile, I realized how fucking incredible his jaw line is. I mean, it made me want to just touch it or lick it or something. It was practically pornographic! I had to focus on driving and get my mind on something else.
So, Edward---what's your ERA?"
"2.53. Emmett told you I pitch?"
"No, your arms and your body told me you pitch. Reliever, I'm guessing." I could tell by his face he was both impressed and amused.
"That's right. So, Bella is it?
"Yep" I looked at him just in time to see the corner of his mouth curve into that same sexy little smile I'd noticed earlier.
"What exactly is your favorite position?"
My heart raced instantly. "Excuse me."
"Catchers…pitchers...fielders…which do you prefer?"
Breathe.
"Ahh---that's easy. Definitely pitchers."
"And why is that?"
"The pitcher truly is the one in control---the central nervous system of the team. He is the center of the action. Plus, personally I find pitchers to be smarter therefore holding the best conversations. They are more in control of their actions---you rarely find a sloppy pitcher. Plus, I sadly admit, I am but a slave to the perfect pitchers physique."
He stared right into my eyes, making it very difficult to remain focused on the road.
"Well then, Bella, educate me--- if you will. What exactly makes the perfect--pitchers--physique?"
Damn. This guy was good. I white-knuckled the steering wheel as I spoke. I knew I could have ignored the question or changed the subject or just made up some bull shit answer ---but I didn't want to. I enjoyed playing into his hand. What he didn't know was I had a hand of my own.
"Well. Let me think….Mmmm, Neck muscles--- stretched and lean. Long strong legs---with tight thigh muscles evident through their form fitting pants. Forearms that twitch with the simple flex of a hand. A tight little ass that makes a girl hungry to reach right out and grab it. Broad shoulders---The kind that can lift a girl up to eye level without any struggle at all. Back muscles that groove perfectly under a girl's fingers as she holds on and screams out in pleasure."
I looked over at my passenger. He was focused hard on the road. One hand had a death grip on the arm rest, the other he was running frantically through his hair. It appeared I'd awakened other parts of him too as his pants seemed to be a bit tighter now as his leg bounced nervously at a ferocious speed.
I let silence settle for a moment.
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"So Edward, does that sound about right?"
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"----- ----- Uh-huh."
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That was all he said, but he pursed his lips and let out an unusually long exhale.
We pulled into Mongrel's ahead of Emmett and Alice. I'm sure Em had stopped off on some remote street some where to try and calm Alice down. He also never passed an opportunity to try his hand, once again, at attempting to ruin her dry streak. I'd put my money on Alice. Once she made a decision---that girl was hell bent.
Instead of going on into the bar, I turned up the radio. We'd been listening to oldies---classic rock. Bad Company's "Feel Like Makin' Love" was just coming on. Oh---it had to be that song! Something about that song---and the words---and the raw sound--- always made me want to be really, really naughty. One glance at the gorgeous hunk of sex sitting next to me, and I had little control.
I pulled out my sheer red lip gloss and reapplied it slowly in the rear view mirror. It tasted like cherries and, of course, I couldn't help but give it a long exaggerated lick. Edward noticed.
"Cherry." I told him, pretty sure of what he was thinking.
"Is that right?" He answered awkwardly---still looking at my lips.
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"It tastes really good. Want to try it?"
"Pass. I don't think I'll make my first venture out in Phoenix wearing cherry lip gloss."
I giggled and licked my lip again. "That's not…"
"Oh! Geez—it's been a long day with the flight and all." He looked embarrassed, but quickly spoke again with a playful little smirk. "I suppose---you know---since you're not actually the locker room whore and all---"
I leaned forward, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. Damn this guy was hot. His lips were soft and warm and moved in perfect synchronicity with mine. Apparently he did want to taste my lip gloss. Just the very tip of his tongue, ever so lightly did a complete lap along my bottom lip before I heard "Mmmm."
My breath caught and I dove right into him taking everything his mouth had to offer. His hands never left my shoulders---although my body certainly wanted them to. I leaned my chest firmly against his, knowing full well he could feel my excited nipples right through my shirt. He ran his hands a short way down my back and then right back up to my shoulders. I pressed my thigh right lightly into his crotch, rubbing. His hips moved into mine just a little before he forced them away. The hands tightened on my shoulders, and never roamed. I brought my fingers up into his hair and as our kiss became more erotic I tangled my fingers in tightly. Nothing. I heard a frustrated wince leave my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at him with lustful hooded lids. My breathing was raspy and I was beginning to second guess myself. I leaned in for one more attempt. My lips enveloped his and my hand slowly slid down to settle just atop his fly. He wanted me---I could feel it. He had the hardest dick I think I'd ever felt. And shit it felt good, too. Then his hand took mine and brought it up to his shoulder.
Fuck. Me.
What the hell?
Finally, hurt and just pissed off, I pushed off his shoulders, turned and opened my car door. I practically fell out into the parking lot and mumbled "What fuckin' ever." as I tried to gain my composure.
I heard Edward coming up behind me. I just wanted to get away from him---to get inside. And where the hell were Alice and Emmett?
Just as I opened the door to Mongrel's his hand hit it hard making it slam shut. His body was pressed the full length of mine---his cock poking into my lower back. His free hand wrapped around my middle pulling me even closer to him. His wild bronze locks brushed my cheek as he leaned forward.
His breath tickled my neck giving me chills as he whispered into my ear "Looks like you're not the only locker room tease."
I couldn't speak. I just looked straight at that door--- my mouth slightly open---my eyes wide.
Then I felt him speak again. "I should have warned you. I'm known for my wicked curveball."
He threw his arm around my neck, opened the door, pulled me to the bar and bought me a beer. All I could do was follow. I was totally preoccupied by the need to control my breathing ---and by the constant longing that now throbbed between my legs.
