Chapter Thirty Four: Willow
It’s the eighth inning and I’m eating my words…and squirming in my chair.
The first seven were easy enough, kicking off with Bishop upping the intensity of the vibrations of the bulb nestled deep in my pussy. By inning four, he added the clit stimulation on the lowest setting. The low thrum was enough to make me wet, but not enough to make me come. More like having an itch I couldn’t quite scratch. Inning five, he added vibrations—that I am affectionately calling “the wave”—to the inside, paired with a low pulse on my clit.
Then things escalated quickly from an itch needing to be scratched to an insane heat coiling low in my belly—in point-five-seconds. I clenched my thighs, seeking friction, but it still wasn’t enough to send me over the edge. The sixth inning, he upped the intensity at the most inopportune moment. I was in the middle of a conversation with Indie, who looked at me like I was crazy when I doubled over in my seat, thighs clenched in an attempt to fight off the mini orgasm rendering me speechless.
All the while, I could see his smug smile in the dugout. This is my punishment for shutting him out, and he’s absolutely loving every minute of torturing me.
“Are you okay?” Indie asks.
I manage a strangled “mmmhmmm” that comes out more of a moan as my pussy flutters around the toy.
When it passes seconds later, I look up. She has her brows raised.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, I debate breaking my promise and telling her it’s just cramps.
“I, uh—” The buzz on my clit ramps up, and I pin a glare in Bishop’s direction. “I’m about to come,” I whisper.
Leigh’s eyes go wide. “You’re what? Here? Now?”
“Ahhh.” I chew my lower lip, heat filling my cheeks from both embarrassment and pleasure. “Toy. Bishop. Controlling.”
Her eyes dart from Bishop to me and laughter bursts past her lips.
“What’s so funny?” Leigh asks.
“Bishop’s got Wills here wearing a toy, and she’s seconds away from showing us her O face.”
Leigh’s eyes follow the same path Indie’s had and she mutters, “Holy shit. That’s fucking hot.”
My little exhibitionist heart thuds fiercely against my ribs. I shouldn’t be so turned on that my friends know I’m on the edge of coming, but I am.
I pick up my phone, warring with if I should beg him to stop or not.
BISHOP: How you doing, Kitten?
WILLOW: Indie and Leigh know.
BISHOP: And how do you feel about that?
WILLOW: Mortified and more turned on than I’ve ever been.
BISHOP: Do you want to come?
WILLOW: If I say no will that stop you?
BISHOP: Not a chance.
A stupid smile stretches across my face, and I can only imagine what I look like, smiling like an idiot at my phone and squirming in my seat.
“Who’s that?” Indie asks, twisting in her seat.
I follow her gaze to see who she’s looking at and notice Luca Donati, owner of the Los Angeles Monarchs, has entered our aisle with his gaze locked on the seat beside Indie.
Shit.
The last thing I want to do is schmooze with anyone right now. It’s one thing to have an orgasm when it’s just my best friends around me, it’s another entirely to have to put on a professional face.
And yet I’m wet at the thought.
Fucking Bishop. I’m going to both thank him and kill him for this.
I mutter for Indie to switch seats with me, and we swap just as Luca does the same.
“Willow, it”s so good to see you.” Luca offers his hand, which I shake.
“It’s good to see you too. Surprising, though. Shouldn’t you be in Arizona?” I shift my weight, thankful when the toy jostles enough that it’s not directly on top of my clit.
“My brother and I thought one of us should be in town for the gala. We’re very interested in partnering with Renegade Hearts and wanted to show our support. We’d love to speak with you about a partnership and getting something similar set up to what you have with the Renegades on the west coast.”
My phone buzzes in my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look and see what my devious catcher has to say.
“Absolutely. We’re happy to have you. I know we’ve spoken before about setting something up, but then with the…” My voice trails off. The last time we spoke was before the crash.
“We were very sorry to hear about the team, and your father. He was a good man.”
People throw around the word sorry like it’s nothing, but the way Luca bows his head, I’m inclined to believe he means it.
Bishop amps up the vibrations, and I can feel his smug stare on the back of my neck.
“Thank you for saying so,” I manage to say without a hint of a moan.
I’m seriously going to make Bishop pay for this.
“I’m eager to hear about your plans for the team.”
That makes one person. Luca and his brother, Enzo, are two of the younger owners in the league. Of the two, Luca is the charismatic one. Always being photographed by the paparazzi with a new woman on his arm at every event opening and nightclub he enters. Enzo, on the other hand, is more reserved. Definitely more my speed if I had to guess. The two of them are a force to be reckoned with.They shook things up when they bought the Monarchs five years ago. While none of their ideas have been quite as ambitious as mine, they might be a good duo to bounce ideas off of. That is, if I can ever get them past the board.
I offer him a tight-lipped smile. “I’d love to chat with you about them.”
Luca”s megawatt smile reveals two small dimples in each of his cheeks. Having been a ballplayer himself, those two little indents are just the cherry on top of a stunning man in a suit.
Am I seriously sitting here checking out one of the other owners of the league?
I fully blame the toy in me for ramping up my sex drive to ungodly levels.
I focus back on Luca just in time to see his gaze trail back up the length of my body and lock with mine.
Shit.
My lips part and I’m about to tell him to let me know when he and Enzo have some time, but Bishop picks that moment to ramp the toy on my clit up to ten.
My soul leaves my body as I jump, causing me to fall out of my seat, flat on my ass.
“Oh shit,” Luca says, before reaching out to help me up.
Oh shit, is right.
Leigh and Indie lose their shit behind me, and I pin a glare in their direction.
“I-I—Thanks,” I stutter, taking his hand. “Should probably get these seats inspected.”
I don’t even know what I’m saying, only that if I don’t get out of here fast, I’m going to come in front ofthis very attractive colleague. My clit takes a beating as I shift my weight and the toy slides right up against it.I swallow the moan that begs to be released and force a smile like nothing”s wrong.
Thankfully, Indie takes pity on me. “We could use a refill on drinks. Why don’t you go get us some and check on that knee?”
I look down and see a small scratch across my knee where I must have hit the arm of my chair.
“Um. Yeah.” I turn back to Luca. “Here, let me introduce you to my CFO, Leighton James. She’s been heading up Renegade Hearts while I get the Renegades season underway.”
“We’ve met,” Leigh growls from two seats down, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s not happy about the introduction.
I tilt my head and silently ask her what gives.
She shakes her head as if to say “we’ll talk about it later”.
“Leighton? Is that really you?” Luca asks.
My head whips between him and Leigh.
“You’ve met?” I grit out, trying to focus on anything except the tightly coiled ache in my belly ready to explode.
“We—” Luca starts, but Leigh cuts him off.
“A long time ago.”
The tension between them is so thick it could be cut with a knife. I hate to bail on her now, but I really don’t want to come in front of Luca.
“Great. I’ll leave you two to talk.He and his brother want to partner with Renegade Hearts to get a center started in Los Angeles.”
“Wait, I—” is all Indie gets out before I turn on my heel and hightail it out of the aisle and up the stairs to the concourse.
The second I’m safely behind the staff entrance to the clubhouse, I sink against the door and let out a moan. Now that I’m no longer focused on fighting it, I’m so close. The tingling starts low in my belly and travels to where the toy massages the sensitive spot behind my clit. It’s almost as if my orgasm is trying to wring itself from me through that spot. My phone buzzes again, and I mewl as I pull up my messages.
BISHOP: Who the fuck is that guy?
BISHOP: Willow.
BISHOP: Are you ignoring me?
BISHOP: WILLOW
BISHOP: If you come in front of him, I’m going to wreck you so hard after the game. I’m going to torture that tiny little pussy of yours until you can’t come anymore because you gave away what belongs to me. That orgasm is mine.
Fuck. He’s so damn hot when he’s worked up like this. I love his possessiveness. He might not claim me the way I want him to, but I’ll let him have my orgasms any day.
My fingers shake as I type.
WILLOW: You jealous?
It’s cruel, but I can’t help but tease him a little. He’s played with me the entire game. It’s my turn to punish him a little.
BISHOP: Yes.
BISHOP: Did you come?
WILLOW: No but I’m about to.
The second I send it, the vibrating stops.
I can’t stop the whine that falls from my lips or the fiery text I send in response.
WILLOW: WTF
BISHOP: Who was that?
WILLOW: Luca Donati.
BISHOP: The Monarch’s owner.
WILLOW: Yes. Now turn it back on.
BISHOP: No.
WILLOW: No? I thought the whole point was to come in public.
BISHOP: No, the whole point was to punish you by keeping you on the edge of coming until I’m good and ready to give you the orgasm you deserve.
WILLOW: Turn. it. back. on. Bishop.
I’m not above begging. My body feels like a goddamned live wire. The slightest touch will send an electric orgasm through me.
BISHOP: There’s only one more inning. Come find me after you ditch the entourage.
WILLOW: Or you could come find me in the clubhouse right now and make good on your promise.
BISHOP: No. I’m going to leave you wanting, Kitten. And trust me, I’m wanting too. But I plan on taking my time with you. And you’re not coming unless it’s on my cock.
WILLOW: And if I do it myself?
We both know I’m not going to, but I love his filthy mouth and I’m not above taunting if it means I get more of it.
BISHOP: What I said before about wrecking you? It will look like child’s play if you take what’s mine. I doubt you’ll be able to walk for at least a week after.
Fuck me.