I Surrender

Ginny stood at the glass railing overlooking the city. Her heart heavy. He lied to us all. Why? This whole time he has been alone? She focused on breathing. Deep breaths as the anger inside her continued to ooze out and burn her flesh.

"Hey." Mike appeared next to her. He looked at her then the city. "You ok?"

"I don't know." She answered stiffly. Deep breaths.

"I'm sorry if keeping …"

"Why'd you lie? "She threw her hands up and faced him. "You lied to me, Blip and Evelyn." She paused for a response. Mike exhaled a sharp breath and shook his head. "We are closest to you! Why would you keep this from us?"

"I didn't want to talk about it." Mike shrugged his shoulders. "Besides, I didn't really know if it was a final thing. I mean, I was pretty sure, but I didn't want to focus on it. I made my choice. I chose baseball. And if I'm in baseball, she's not happy. What difference does it make anyway?" his eyes reflected the lights around them as they bore into hers.

Ginny looked down. What was she feeling? It does make a difference. But what? His heart was available? Those looks he gave from across the room could mean something? He's been alone every night. No golf partner. Had he been thinking about her? But it shouldn't make a difference. She can't have him. He's her coach. Untouchable. Pain shot through the core of her heart.

"Excuse me?" a beautiful young girl stood on the left of mike. Her brown hair in a glorious messy updo. Her long legs shot under her extremely short white dress. Her strapped heels gave her another 3 inches in height.

"I'm Trish. I hear you've had some lonely nights. I'm right over there if you need company tonight."

Mike smiled and watched the pretty lady until she took a seat just inside the building crossing her long silky legs.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I guess not."

"what?"

"you single makes no difference at all." Ginny began to turn and leave until mike grabbed her arm

"Oh no, you don't get off that easy. She's one of the reasons I didn't go public with this. I'm not interested." He said the last sentence slowly emphasizing each word.

Ginny turned to face the city. Jealousy stinging as she imagined all the many more gorgeous ladies who would now come falling at his feet.

After a short pause, "What is your other reason." She spoke over the lump in her throat.

"huh?"

"You said groupies is one of the reasons. What are your other reasons?"

Mike took a deep breath then exhaled "You for starters."

Ginny's heart stopped. What did he say? Panic set in. Ginny suddenly forgot how to breathe and at this moment it seemed her body didn't require oxygen anyhow.

"It's easier being around you, if you think I'm unavailable."

"What is that supposed to mean? That if you're single I would be falling at your feet?!"

"I guess not. But I can see you are falling all over Collins."

Ginny stood there for a second with her jaw dropped, "That is not true!" Ginny's anger flared. "Collins is just a friend! We have known each other a long time! How could you think.."

"Ginny, I'm not stupid! I know you! Sometimes I think I know you better than you know yourself! You are falling for him." Mike leaned over the railing bowing his head trying to shake some thoughts out. "You can't imagine how that makes me feel." He muttered

"What?"

Mike turned to look at Ginny. He glanced over to the bar then back into her eyes. "My feelings for you," His eyebrows lifted and his words almost a whisper, "have never changed." His voice cracked on the last word.

Ginny stood still, looking straight at him wide eyed. The two of them stood staring at each other without a single word for what seemed like an eternity to her. It didn't take long for Ginny's shock to turn to anger. "You didn't show up."

"What?"

"When you retired." Tears stung behind her eyelids as she fought to hold them in. "You didn't come out to Chicago. You retired and I thought…" She gulped losing the battle to one tear falling. "I thought you would come out and be with me. I waited for you. Six months later without a word, you chose Rachel. You chose her!" Her voice was rising. "So what do you mean to tell me now? Now that you're Coach of my fucking team? Now you want to tell me you have feelings for me?"

"I didn't want to distract you! You were kicking ass! What was I supposed to do? Show up and sit with the wives?"

"Really? Is that what stopped you? You didn't want to be a baseball wife? Or worse my groupie?"

"None of it matters now." Mike shifted and leaned back over the railing looking at the city below him. "Because none of this is possible. And it almost seems that this is the real reason women and men shouldn't play baseball together after all." His face hardened.

Mike turned and walked away without a second glance. Ginny gapping as she watched him disappear into the building.

Text Message 9:40pm

g- I need to talk to you.

m- I'm listening.

g- in person.

m-….

m-

m-….

m- not a good idea

g- Please. I'm not going to be able to get any sleep if we don't talk.

m- I know …. I can't sleep either.

g- so let's talk

m- … where?

Ginny's heart pounded. He's agreeing to meet.

g- im at the chatbook cottage in Coronado. 781 G Ave. 92118

g- mike?

He wouldn't respond. Was he coming? Maybe he just doesn't want anything to do with this anymore. But if he were to show up, she was going to be ready. Ginny was tired of waiting. She had wanted this man since she was 13 years old. Luckily, she was flawless from a compete body wax at Evelyn's Spa in preparation to her Wrecking Crew cocktail party. But just in case, she wanted to freshen up. Showered, moisturized, scented, she was ready to take what she had been fantasizing about for years. She wore a short silk negligee with a long silk robe. She was ready to seduce his pants off. She needed to be irresistible, a woman. Not the little girl rookie. Tonight, she didn't want to think about consequences. He said his feelings for her never changed. She would be damn if Mike Lawson desired her and she never got the satisfaction of making love to him as she had dreamt about since he was just a poster on her wall. After lighting a few candles that lit the way from the beach house entrance up the stairs into the master suite, she saw headlights flash before the front of the house. His Lexus LT.

Text 10:05pm

g- the door is open, come on in.

Mike

Mike stared at his phone and clicked it off. He knew trouble awaited beyond that door. What did she have to say? How was he going to keep everything he wanted to say to himself? I'm her coach. Her god damn manager. He looked to his left and could see through the thick darkness the white waves crashing at the shore. Sliding his phone into his back pocket, He entered the front door. Music was playing a soft Billie Eilish song 'When The Party's over.' Candles flickered. At the end of the foyer was Giny, long and silkly and glowing in the candlelight. Her eyes sultry, pupils dialated. Fuck Mike thought to himself.

"I don't want to think tonight. Nobody knows we are here together. Nobody."

Mike closed the door behind him still gripping the doorknob behind his back. Resist! he screamed to himself. But his breath hitched. She slowly began closing the distance between them. She raised her hand to his jaw and lightly stroke his stubble with her thumb. She smelled of vanilla and coconut cream. Her lips so close to his as she gently nuzzled against his cheek. Her body nudging at his side. His left hand still gripping the door knob. She moved to his neck gently breathing down the length of it.

"I don't want to think tonight. I need you." She whispered breathy in his ear.

"I surrender." He husked releasing the door.

Mike tilted his head and covered her lips with his. A long savory lip lock. When their tongues finally touched, a surge of electricity ignited every nerve in his body. He wanted every part of her, every inch he wanted to taste. Her hand moved into his hair and without warning he lifted her legs around his waist and turned 180 degrees and pressed her against the very door he just entered. His hard dick pressed against the silk of her panty and her very warm sex responded with a push of its own. His thumbs found her erect nipples and he caressed them as he buried his tongue inside her mouth deeper and deeper. She wiggled her way down to the floor and led him by the hand down the path of candles up the stairs and into the master sweet. She began undoing his pants and he gazed at her as he slid her robe off her shoulders and let it pool to the ground around her feet. He hooked his fingers into her panties and they too willingly fell to the floor at the same time his pants and underwear did. He removed his shirt, and he was now naked having stepped out of his shoes. She whirled him around and sat him on the bench before the king bed. Not enough light was on as he wanted to see her. The candles flickered and the moonlight lit the room a dim glow. She climbed over him as he sat on the bench. His hands running over her thighs and backside. She bent over to kiss him slow and deep. He wanted to explode.

"I'm safe, and I need you, all of you," she sat her very wet and warm opening at the tip of his cock.

His head thrusted back and as he let out a moan. She covered his mouth with hers and again assaulted him with her slick gliding tongue. He tried to pull away. "Ginny, I don't want to mess up."

"I'm clean, and I have the depo shot. Unless you are concerned you…" He shook his head no. He was clean too. He always wore a condom before Rachel and he hasn't been with anyone since Rachel left. With a nod she rose above and slowly and tightly lowered herself onto him. His head fell back again, his eyes closed and his hips thrusted to meet the end of her lust. She moaned and cursed. He filled her nearly to the point of concern. Mike Lawson was very male. Her nipples shot out before his face and he nipped at them as she rose and fell onto him. As she quickened her pace he thrusted one hard and she screamed. He gently rocked in rhythm with her and thrusted hard again. "Oh Mike." The sound of his name out of her mouth crazed him and he was on his feet and lowered her to the edge of the bed where he fucked her fast and hard and she squealed. He licked his thumb rubbed her clit and he slowed to let her come with his cock deep in her. She gripped the blanket and cried in pleasure. He wanted her to come. To contract on his cock. She shifted left to right, right to left, fucking so close he was to coming. He pulled out and covered her entire sex into his mouth. She arched her back right off the bed. His eyes danced as he watched her convulse into his mouth. With one finger inside of her he could feel her contracting. He turned her over to her knees with a swift pull of her leg and he fucked her again. Holding a breast in his hand he let himself explode inside of her. His head back he closed his eyes. His dick twitched as she slowly swayed her ass into his hips. He collapsed next to her and brushed her now wet hair out of her face. "You are amazing." he said. She smiled and nuzzled into his chest.

Throughout the night they continued to make love. They made love like he was 19 years old again. Over and over until they fell unconscious.

In the morning he rose to her in a robe sipping coffee on the balcony. He came behind her nose in her hair.

"Hmm, Mike. What are we…"

"Shhhh, not yet. No thinking yet."

He lifted the back of her robe, slid his hand to the back of her thigh and as he lifted her leg toward the balcony she was facing, he slid his cock into her. He slowly rocked into her and she laid her head back onto his shoulder giving him access to her long golden neck. He rocked and rocked into her sliding his fingers over her swollen clit. She moaned as the sound of the waves crashed with the rhythm of his love making.

She spasmed from his fingers and again when he fucked the juices from that orgasm. He exhaled into her ear when the last of his stream shot into her.

"I love you." He whispered. "I think you should at least know that."

She turned to face him. He pinned her against the balcony, wrapped his arms around her waist and locked his fingers together. He looked deep into her eyes.

"I mean it."