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Catch Him(12)

By:S. Doyle


It was a ridiculously powerful feeling. This sense of control over him. She was thrusting her tongue in his mouth and he was groaning like a woman who was being fucked hard.

It lasted only seconds where he let her stay in control. Then he was surging over the small chair arm that separated them. Taking control by wrapping his fist in her hair, using that pressure to angle her head the way he wanted. Then it was his tongue that was thrusting and she was the one moaning.

It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. An explosion of power and passion that made her almost instantly wet with desire. She was outside in a baseball stadium. As empty as it was around them there were still some people. Heck, there was a major league baseball game happening below them and none of that mattered.

If he told her to strip bare and sit on his lap, she would do it for more of this feeling.

“That’s one hell of a kiss cam!” someone around them hooted.

David pulled up and then quickly turned his face away as he realized they were in fact on the jumbo screen at the stadium, with a drawn heart around them.

Sinead was laughing and David had nuzzled his face against her neck. With a final nip on her ear, he said, “That’s a little too much PDA for my tastes. Please tell me we are off camera.”

“Yep. They’ve got this old retired couple smooching now. Not nearly as hot as us I bet.”

David pulled away from her and then gave her a quizzical look. “You made me lose control. I don’t ever lose control.”

“Is that a good thing?” Sinead thought it sounded like a good thing. That it made her special to him in some way.

He hesitated. “I’m not sure. I’m also not sure it can be helped. Come back to the house with me tonight after the game. Let me make you dinner.”

“Dinner?” Sinead asked as if perhaps that was a euphemism for sex.

“Dinner,” he said. “I have enough control for at least that.”

“Okay. Dinner.”

Although the way she said it, it sounded more serious than that. As if she was making an important decision. Because she knew, based on that kiss, based on everything he had made her feel in the last forty-eight hours, that she was saying yes to way more than dinner.





Chapter 5





They were back in the tiny bungalow in Mill Valley. A single-level two-bedroom ranch, it wasn’t very big, but probably more than enough for a single man. Sinead thought it felt cozy. The kitchen too was tiny, but David didn’t seem to have a problem making his way around it.

They had left the game in the bottom of the seventh with the Giants up by six runs. They stopped at a Whole Foods, and Sinead followed David around with a small cart as he seemed to have a menu in mind for tonight’s dinner.

Organic filet mignons, fresh spinach and garlic, cheese that she nearly gasped when she saw how expensive it was. He asked a few questions about what she liked, which was mostly everything. About what she hated, which was really only olives.

He thought she was foolish for not liking olives. Olives were delicious. She questioned his taste when he said he couldn’t stomach artichokes.

They had brought it all back to the house, where he opened a chilled sauvignon blanc that to Sinead tasted like a tart, crisp apple. He opened the cheese and made her try some on a fancy wafer cracker, even as he started preparing their dinner.

“The cracker,” he explained, “is simply a vehicle to get the cheese to your mouth.”

“Hoo-kay,” she said, and bit into the creamy lusciousness of it. “Yum.”

“The best cheese France has to offer, and she says yum.”

Sinead shrugged. “It’s good cheese.”

His lips quirked. “It is indeed.”

“You know with you cooking, you’re sort of a triple threat.”

“Triple threat?”

“Hot, rich and you can cook.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“For which of these threats did you decide to join me this evening?”

“Hellooo… your money. When could I ever afford French cheese like that?”

He laughed. “I like you, Sinead who spells her name correctly.”

“You say that like it’s not a very common thing. To like people, I mean.”

His expression grew serious. “It isn’t, I suppose, for me. I told you about that tight circle.”

“Yes, the billionaire club.”

“Not quite, but that circle… well, sometimes it can be suffocating. Like a ring around your neck and shoulders that keeps getting tighter. I can’t tell you the last time I met someone so… innocent.”

Sinead blushed a little and then stammered. “Uh… you do know I’m not a virgin right?”