I turn her and lift her up onto the table, clearing away a spot. Scissors and a screwdriver clatter to the floor as I kiss her. She groans when I grab her ass and pull her hair again, letting our lips linger.

  “Shit,” she groans when I kiss her neck. “I really do hate you.”

  “I know,” I growl. “But you love it.”

  “Asshole.”

  I spread her legs and hike her skirt up. I look into her eyes as my hands move up between her legs. She’s warm and wet through her panties and it’s all I can do to keep myself from growling and ripping them off. I want to fuck her right here and now so badly I can barely breathe.

  But no, I know what I really want. I need to make her feel good. I need to show her what she can have.

  I tease her with my fingers, flipping her panties to the side. She’s soaked through, practically fucking dripping honey as I slide them deep inside. She moans as I kiss her lips and neck again, pulling back out to tease her clit.

  “Why are you doing this?” she moans.

  “Because I fucking want you,” I growl back. “I told you why I came back.”

  “You didn’t come back for me.”

  “Damn right I did.”

  I pull her hair and fuck her pussy again with my fingers. She groans and rolls her hips. I tease her with my fingers, dipping them inside, working her clit. I find her spot and rub my fingers against it until she’s moaning and dripping all over the table.

  I can’t take it anymore.

  I drop down between her legs, pulling her skirt up higher. I pull her panties aside and tongue her pussy, licking her top to bottom.

  “Shit,” she moans. “Major. You can’t.”

  I feel her grab my hair and pull it hard. I growl at the pain and lick her clit faster. She moans and rolls her hips, pushing my face against her harder.

  “Damn right I can,” I say and suck her little clit. Fucking hell, she tastes good. She’s like heaven on my tongue and I can easily picture dipping my thick, long cock between her legs and fucking her until she screams my name and forgets all about how much she hates me.

  Or maybe I don’t want her to forget. Maybe I want her to fuck me with all that hate, get it all out on my big fucking cock.

  Right now though, I just want to taste her. Fucking hell, she’s delicious. I lap her up, sucking and licking her clit. She’s grabbing my hair hard and moaning, rolling her hips, pushing me tighter.

  I reach up and find her breasts, teasing them, before pushing her back down onto the table. She’s back on her elbows and I take control, widening her legs and sliding two fingers deep in her pussy.

  I fuck her hard with my fingers. Her eyes go wide and I can tell she loves it. I can read her like a fucking book. She rolls her hips again and I lick her clit with my fingers sunk deep inside that honey pussy.

  I suck and lick her faster, tasting her, loving it. She’s getting louder and her body’s tensing. I can tell she’s getting closer and closer.

  I pull back and fuck her with my fingers. I grab her hair with my free hand and pull it tight as my fingers slide in and out faster and faster, curling to find her spot, hitting it again and again.

  Her eyes are rolling back. “Oh, shit,” she moans. “Oh my god, Major.”

  “That’s right,” I growl at her. “Fucking hell, girl, that’s right. I love this tight little cunt. You know you taste like heaven. I could suck your perfect cunt every fucking day of my life and never get tired of it.”

  She gasps and I kiss her. I want her to taste the pussy on my tongue and lips. She kisses me back wildly and I know she’s seconds away.

  I drop down to taste her. I lick her clit again and keep fucking her with my fingers. She grabs my hair with one hand and pulls it tight just as she gasps and her whole body stiffens up, tensing and releasing in waves.

  “Oh, fuck, Major,” she moans over and over as she comes hard. I keep her going, licking her and fucking her with my fingers, getting her just right. When she finishes, her eyes open and she gasps. I can see sweat on her brow and fucking hell, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  I lean forward and kiss her gently. I bite her pouty lower lip and stand back to look her over. I lick my fingers clean, savoring her taste.

  She’s fucking beautiful. Her dress is askew, her hair messy. She looks angry and happy and god damn, I’ve never seen someone glow like she does.

  She slowly gets down off the table. She adjusts her panties and fixes her dress before turning back to me.

  “That was—”

  “It was good,” I say before she can finish. “Really fucking good.”

  She bites her lip. I can see the confusion in her and I can’t really blame her one bit for it.

  “We can’t, okay?” she says finally. “We just can’t.”

  “Sara—”

  “No.” She turns away. She hurries over to a side bench and grabs a bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “Just, no. This doesn’t mean…” She trails off, shaking her head.

  “One orgasm doesn’t mean you forgive me,” I say, finally meeting her eye.

  She glares at me. “Exactly. It doesn’t mean anything, okay? You should just go back to New York. Get your surgery. Move on with your life.”

  “Like you moved on?”

  I can tell that hurt her and I wish I could take it back.

  “Screw you, Major. I didn’t… that wasn’t my choice. You did that.”

  “I know.” I lower my eyes.

  “Asshole. Seriously, Major. You’re such an asshole.”

  She turns and storms out of the room.

  “Shit,” I whisper to nobody else.

  I’m such an idiot. I mean, I know she didn’t move on from me, but that’s not a good thing. I shouldn’t be dangling that in front of her.

  Truth is though, I never moved on from her. I never wanted to leave either. It was a shit situation and I handled it like a fucking moron. That I’ll own and hope she can forgive me for. But one day I hope she can understand why I did what I did.

  I’m working on it. Maybe getting her off like that isn’t exactly the right way to get her to see how much I want her… and how sorry I am. But sooner or later, I’ll make her see it.

  For now, I can savor the taste of her on my lips again and the knowledge, no, the promise that I’ll be getting more of her and soon.

  5

  Sara

  The stone skips two, three, four times. I sigh and lean up against a tree as Lexie turns and grins at me. She’s shorter than me with big green eyes, freckled skin, and dark hair. She’s thin and wiry and she spends too much time running for her own good.

  “Major Morris, huh,” she says.

  “Right?”

  “I thought you hated him.”

  “I mean—”

  “You said you hated him anyway.”

  I sigh and look away. I told Lexie that after we started hanging out, but I never went into why.

  “I do,” I say gently. “But it’s complicated.”

  “Everything’s complicated.” Lexie grabs another rock and skips it along. I can never skip stones like she can. I have no clue why she’s so good at it or why I’m so jealous about it.

  “I know. I just never thought I’d see him again.”

  She stretches and sighs. We like to go on these walks together sometimes and it’s nice. I think she’s running from things in her past, too, so she gets it a little bit at least.

  We start walking again, back on the path that winds along the river. We’re headed toward the bridge wall where Major and I first slept together and I’m trying not to picture that day.

  And failing miserably, of course.

  “You like him though, right?”

  “I used to.”

  “People don’t change all that much.”

  I laugh a little. “Lex, he’s a major league baseball player. There’s no way he’s even remotely the same guy that left this town.”

  Lexie smiles back. “I don’t know. You’d be surprised, I think. People never really leave, you know?”

  I give her a dubious look. I feel so different from the person I was seven years ago in some ways… and in others, I’m exactly the same.

  “Did you want it to happen?” she asks.

  I blush a little bit. I told her about kissing him and said we did other stuff, but I didn’t go into detail.

  “Yes… and no. I really do hate him, but god, when he’s around…” I trail off, blushing even more.

  Lexie laughs. “Wow. You really are crazy about this guy.”

  “It’s stupid.”

  “It’s not stupid.” She skips over a tree root and lands, crunching on dead leaves. “You guys have a lot of history. I remember you two were, like, inseparable back in the day.”

  “We were close,” I say, glancing over toward the water. “And then, you know…”

  “That was a long time ago,” she points out. “He’s a different guy now.”

  “Yeah, he’s a professional athlete. What the hell would he want someone like me?”

  Lexie arches her eye. “You really have to ask?”

  I frown at her. “He’s had plenty of girls, I bet. Hundreds of them. Girls throw themselves at guys like him.”

  “Like you do?” She grins at me.

  I blush a little. “Not at all.”

  “Why do you even hate him so much?” she asks finally. That’s the question I’ve been dreading, but so far she hasn’t bothered to ask.

  Now I don’t know what to say. I’m quiet for a little bit and she doesn’t push me.

  “We had a falling out,” I say finally. “About college, and him going into the majors, and about…” I trail off. I can’t tell her about sleeping with him.

  About losing my virginity to him.

  Honestly, I’m not even sure Major knows I was a virgin that day. I mean, I think he knows, but we never talked about it. I never told him that I had sex with anyone and I just always assumed he knew, but still. Maybe he didn’t realize.

  If he didn’t realize, he’s a total moron.

  “Complicated stuff,” she says. “But also old news.”

  “He lied to me. He hasn’t even tried to get in touch in a long time.”

  “He’s here now though.”

  “Only because he can’t play.”

  She sighs, a little frustrated. “Come on, Sara. You’re clearly into him. Why not just hear him out?”

  I don’t have a good answer to that. We walk along for a bit and I kick at rocks as we go, trying to come up with a reason why I shouldn’t talk to him.

  He broke my heart. He took my virginity. He left and didn’t say a word to me about it.

  There are a million reasons, but on the other hand, Lexie is right.

  It was all seven years ago. We were kids back then, just stupid kids. I’ve been holding so tight to this grudge for so long but now that he’s back, I just don’t know why anymore.

  He’s a different person. I mean, he has to be. I’m a different person, at least I think I am.

  Or maybe not. Maybe I am the same. Do people ever really change?

  “I don’t know if I can trust him,” I admit finally.

  “What did he lie to you about?”

  I let out an exasperated noise. “Look, you’ll think it’s stupid.”

  “Probably,” she says, grinning at me as she hops over a fallen tree. “But tell me anyway.”

  I scramble up and over the tree after her. “We promised to go to school together.”

  She narrows her eyes. “That’s it?”

  “We worked hard,” I say quickly. “He got into Penn State and even got a scholarship. Then I worked my butt off and got in, and the day I told him that I was accepted…” I trail off, remembering the river, the rock, his body. “That was the day he signed the contract.”

  She groans. “Are you kidding me? That’s it?”

  “What?”

  “Sara, he got to play professional baseball. Do you know how many people get that opportunity? And how many get to do it at eighteen?”

  “Not many,” I admit.

  “Fewer than that. Basically nobody gets called up that young. It was like, a dream come true for him, I bet.”

  “But it wasn’t,” I say quickly. “He told me over and over he wanted to go to college. He knew baseball wasn’t forever. He swore to me again and again that we’d stay together.”

  She sighs. “You guys were kids. You can’t keep holding it against him.”

  I want to tell her the whole truth. I want to tell her about him taking my virginity and never saying a word about it after. If he had just joined the majors and broken our promise, I would’ve been mad, but I wouldn’t have hated him so much all these years.

  He hurt me deeper than that. He took something from me and he treated me like…

  Like I was nothing to him.

  “I know it’s stupid,” I say. “I just can’t let it go.”

  “Try,” she says. “Because apparently a super-hot pro athlete is back in town and he wants you real bad. So you should probably at least talk to him.”

  I groan but I know she’s right. As much as I hate it, I know I need to talk to Major.

  Maybe I won’t instantly forgive him. I mean, he has a lot of apologizing to do before we’re really fine again. But at the very least I can hear what he has to say.

  Especially after what happened between us, his hands on my body, his mouth on mine…

  God, it’s so stupid. It’s such a stupid mess.

  But I want him just like I did seven years ago. I’m a teenager all over again and I hate it.

  “Seriously,” Lexie says. “You’d better talk to him. And fuck him. And tell me how it is.”

  I glare at her. “I’m not telling you anything about that.”

  “You better. I’ve never been with a professional athlete before.”

  “I’m sure you could if you really tried.”

  She sighs dramatically. “The Slexie days are done with, my dear.”

  “It’s a shame. Every guy in the world is missing out.”

  “Damn right they are. I’m pretty great.”

  “I know that. So when are you finding a guy?”

  “As soon as I find one,” she says, shrugging.

  I laugh and we keep walking, the conversation turning to other things. Lexie talks about work, life, friends, and I listen, glad to have someone just to be with for a little while.

  It keeps my mind off Major, at least a little bit. Mostly I can’t stop thinking about him and it’s almost painful.

  At least I know one thing for sure. I’m going to hear him out. I think I owe him that much, at least.

  He’d better have something good to say, though.

  6

  Major

  God damn, for a girl that hates me, she sure does taste good.

  I’m not sure what to think about that afternoon in the back room, but I’m not worrying myself. I know she wants me, but she’s clearly still hung up on what happened between us seven years ago. Not that I can blame her, but if I want another taste, I need to find a way to get her to see that I really never meant to hurt her.

  I was just a stupid fucking kid making a dumb decision. I never meant to sleep with her that day, all those years ago. It just… happened.

  I don’t regret it though, not one bit. Despite all the girls I’ve had in the years since, that single afternoon is probably the best sex I’ve ever had.

  Well, at least until I got another taste yesterday.

  Now though, I’m stuck driving again. Dot’s keeping me busy and Sara doesn’t seem all that interested in getting left alone with me again, not that I can blame her. The second I have the chance, I’m going to taste that delicious little cunt one more time.

  I do my job, signing autographs, smiling at the fans, all that shit. It’s tiring and I’m not getting paid but I don’t need the money and I don’t mind being tired. When the day’s over, I find myself in the back with Dot and Sara sweeping up and getting ready to close.

  Dot heads up front and I’m left alone with Sara for a brief moment. “How were the deliveries?” she asks as soon as her aunt’s out of the room.

  I’m a little surprised. I figured I’d have to push to make conversation.

  “Good,” I say. “People like getting flowers from me.”

  “I think that’s why we’re selling so many.”

  “Glad I’m helping.”

  “Honestly, these past couple days have been huge. We normally make all our money around the holidays, but if you keep working here…”

  I laugh a little. “The novelty will wear off.”

  “It’s good while it lasts,” she says, shrugging.

  “Listen—”

  “Actually—”

  We speak at the same time and she laughs nervously. I grin at her and cross my arms. “Go ahead.”

  “Well, I just wondered if you wanted to, I don’t know, go for a walk after we close. Talk a little.”

  I arch an eyebrow. “I was going to say the same thing.”

  “Except I really mean talk. You mean…”

  “Something more fun.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Anyway, when we’re done. Okay?”

  “Sounds good.”

  We go back to straightening up but I swear I notice her relaxing a little bit. Dot comes back and I tell them a story about a particularly aggressive fan.

  “And I swear, she wasn’t wearing anything under that apron,” I say.

  Dot roars with laughter. “Did you want her to take it off?” she asks.

  “Dot!” Sara laughs.

  “Hell, no,” I say. “She was at least eighty years old!”

  The girls both laugh this time and I’m smiling as we head up front. We file out and Dot locks the door.

  “Well, you keep coming back, okay?” she says to me.

  “I will.”

  “See you two tomorrow.” Dot heads off with a wave. We watch her get into her car before I turn and face Sara.

 

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