Straddling the Line(29)

She did, her breath catching as she imagined Trevor's thick cock sliding  in and out of her. "Trevor. This is so good. Fuck me, Trevor."

"Christ, Haven. My cock is so hard. Do you know how much I want to be  there? How much I want to lick and suck your pussy and make you come?  Take your fingers out and lick them. Taste yourself for me."

She shuddered at the hushed tone in his voice, knowing what it cost him  to be out there in the hall, hard and aching. She removed her fingers,  sucked her juices off each one, let him hear her until she heard him  groan.

"It tastes like pussy, Trevor. Like my pussy. Why aren't you here to make me come?"

"I wish I was. Now you have to do it. Make yourself come. Let me hear it."

She was so ready, so far gone, she plunged her fingers back into her  pussy and lifted her hips, grinding the heel of her hand against her  sex. "I'm going to come for you. Are you ready?"

"Fuck, yes. Do it."

She felt her pussy squeeze tight around her fingers as the first  stirrings of orgasm wrapped around her, chilling her skin, blinding her  to everything but the bolts of intense pleasure lighting her up.

"I'm coming, Trevor. I'm coming." She let out a harsh cry as her climax  blasted through her. She heard every one of Trevor's coaxing words as  she rocked through her orgasm, shuddering until she fell to the  mattress, spent and perspiring.

"That, Haven, was incredible."

She smiled. "Thanks for the coaching."

"And now if I don't get into my room and jack off, I'm going to burst out here in the hall."

"Think of me when your hand is wrapped around your cock, okay?"

"Honey, you're all I'm going to think about. And I'll probably bite my  tongue clean off trying not to shout when I shoot my load."

She grinned. "Good. But don't bite your tongue. I'll see you tomorrow, Trevor."

"'Night, Haven."

She hung up, and spent the next few minutes just lying there, imagining  Trevor stroking his cock and getting off while thinking about her. They  were some very fun, very hot thoughts.

She finally got up, cleaned up, then climbed back into bed, a lot more relaxed and ready to go to sleep.

She couldn't wait until tomorrow.





TWENTY




TREVOR-HELL, THE ENTIRE TEAM-HAD NEVER PLAYED three worse games.

The three games they needed to be at their very best, and they'd sucked.  They couldn't manufacture runs when they needed them the most, they'd  made stupid mental errors on defense that had cost them runs, and they'd  lost close games they shouldn't have lost.

They won only one game in Atlanta, and that one by only one run, which  meant they'd been eliminated from postseason play. And they had no one  to blame but themselves.

Trevor's own production had been shit. It was like his bat had taken a  vacation. He'd left runners on base, couldn't get on base when it had  been most critical, and he'd struck out with the fucking bases loaded.

God, he'd been terrible. Hell, the whole goddamned team had played badly.

He'd never felt shittier, even though Manny had given them a pep talk  after tonight's game in Atlanta, telling them sometimes tough losses  came at the worst possible time, and this year, the worst possible time  had come now, at the end of the season when they'd needed to win.

Trevor had planned to play in the postseason, had already made plans to talk to Tampa about delaying his start with them.

Now, his baseball season was over, and he wasn't sure he was prepared to deal with that.

Even worse, Haven hovered in the locker room with her camera crew. And  while he was happy to see her, the last goddamned thing he wanted right  now was another fucking camera stuck in his face.

He saw the sympathy on her face, and he knew she wanted to hug him, but she had her job to do, just like he'd had his to do.

Though he'd royally blown his.

And still, she hovered, as if this were the last place she wanted to be  right now, too. Well, he wasn't going to invite her over to talk to him.  He wasn't feeling particularly generous at the moment. She was going to  have to either grow some balls, stick the camera in his face, and do  her job, or hide in the corner all night long. Either way, in about five  minutes he was headed to the shower, and her opportunity to do the  interview would be lost.         

     



 

He unlaced his shoes and bent over, but couldn't resist taking a peek at her from the corner of his eye.

She was still there, avoiding everyone.

Sink or swim, sweetheart. Come on, Haven, where's your courage? Finally,  she pushed off the wall and came toward him, the cameraman directly  behind her.

"Trevor."

He lifted his gaze to hers. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry about the loss, and I can't even imagine how shitty you must  feel right now, but I'd like to get a few minutes of you on camera."

"Sure."

With an audible sigh, she motioned to the cameraman, who started filming. Haven sat next to him.

"This was the last game of the season for you and for the Rivers tonight, Trevor. How do you feel about the loss?"

"How do I feel? Right now I feel like-" He was about to say shit, but he  knew that wouldn't fly. "I feel bad. I feel bad for the team. Like I  let them down."

"It wasn't just you out there playing, though. Why do you feel personally responsible?"

"I didn't do my part. I played like shit." She could edit that out later. Or maybe she wouldn't. At this point he didn't care.

"You take the game seriously."

He shot her a look. "Hell, yes, I do. This is my career. I love this  game. Every guy on the team does. We hate losing, especially when  getting into the postseason was within our grasp."

"There were some tough calls out there, and every game was close."

"And we made a lot of mistakes. I made a lot of mistakes. I struck out  with the bases loaded. That right there was the potential to turn that  game around."

"So you take personal responsibility for losing tonight's game."

"I do." He looked around. "Talk to any guy on the team tonight and every  one of them will say the same thing." He paused to take a breath.  "Look, I know I tout myself as some kind of superstar. That I play two  sports and I like to think I do both of them well. But at the end of the  day, we're a team. We win as a team and we lose as a team. And right  now we the team think this sucks. And we're going to continue to think  it sucks until the start of next season, when we get together again,  bound and determined to take the team all the way to the postseason  again."

She didn't say anything else, so he stood. "I'm going to hit the showers."

HAVEN FELT AWFUL FOR TREVOR-FOR THE ENTIRE Rivers team. It had been a  grueling series with Atlanta. Both teams played tough. Both had  exhilarating highs and both made mistakes. It could have gone either  way. Unfortunately, this year it had gone Atlanta's way, and they would  be heading to the postseason, while the Rivers players would be going  home.

The first thing she'd wanted to do in the locker room was put her arms  around Trevor, tell him she knew how it felt, and commiserate with him.  But with her camera guy in tow, she had to keep her professional face on  and grill him about the game, about how it felt to be on the losing end  this year.

She'd hated every minute of it, but it was her job and she'd had no  choice. She told her camera guy to send her the film and she'd edit it  later, then she waited outside for Trevor.

It was a while before he came out-before they all came out. Alicia and  Liz were waiting out there with her. Liz had the baby with her, and oh,  God, she was so precious, with red hair and the biggest green eyes Haven  had ever seen. Liz even let Haven hold her, and Genevieve just looked  up at her with those beautiful eyes.

"You don't mind if I kidnap your daughter and take her with me, do you?"

"Not at all. But I will kill you," Liz said. "And so will Gavin, who's  going to be in a bad mood for a month at least after that loss."

"No, he won't," Alicia said. "Because you have Genevieve to take his mind off losing the postseason."

Liz smiled. "That's very true. I'll remind him he has more time with his daughter now."

"She's an incredible consolation prize," Haven said, handing Genevieve back to Liz.

"Thank you. I'm glad she's with me on this road trip. I hesitated  bringing her along, but she really is going to be a great comfort to her  daddy right now."

The guys spilled out. It was a quiet group, all of them going to their  families for comfort. Garrett slung his arm around Alicia, who gave him a  big kiss. Gavin took Genevieve from Liz and cuddled her close, kissing  the baby on the top of the head before brushing his lips across Liz's.  Trevor finally came out and met Haven.

They visited with everyone for a few minutes, then said their good-byes  and headed toward the team bus. Trevor hung outside with her.         

     



 

"I'm sorry about the interview," she said.

He frowned at her. "Never apologize for doing your job. You did what you had to do."