Foul Ball

He picked me up at four, right on time, coming to the door to carry my bag with a tender kiss that sent sparks out the end of my toes.

"You look beautiful," he said, openly checking me out. I'd opted for a white sundress with tan boots, and a warm, gray suede jacket. It wasn't the sexiest thing I could have worn, but since I didn't yet know what we were going to do, I wanted to at least be comfortable.

"I just threw something together," I admitted, reaching for the St. Patrick's Day scarf that I'd had to talk Kylie out of burning. It was puke green and fuzzy, just the sort of thing one might pull out of the back of their dead great grandmother's closet and toss into the Goodwill bin. But I loved it.

"You could wear a potato sack and still look just as beautiful, Macey."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Jayce."

"I've noticed." Winking at me with a teasing grin, he tossed my pack over his shoulder, grabbed my hand, and led me to the car. He opened the passenger's door for me, and I slid in as he closed it gently behind me, opening the trunk briefly to stow my bag back there.

"So," I said as he got back into the car and turned the heat up. "Are you going to tell me yet where we're going or what we're doing?"

"Why? And ruin the surprise?"

"I should have told you earlier than this, but I don't like surprises."

"I don't believe you." Jayce took my hand and raised my knuckles to his lips to kiss them. A hot flush curled up my neck and down my spine, and goosebumps rose on my arms. It wasn't from the cold, though.

"I guess I should say that I like good surprises," I corrected. "Is this a good surprise?"

"I guess it depends on how the night goes," said Jayce mysteriously, and I stuck my tongue out at him and wrinkled my nose.

"Is there a reason it wouldn't go well?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, Mace. Jeez."

"Sorry, I'm just excited."

"Good," he said, taking the freeway entrance towards Denver. "I'm excited, too."

We drove hand-in-hand down the freeway towards the city, and I couldn't help but to fall into a blissful moment of pure adoration for the scenery around us. Spring was green in Colorado, and everywhere I looked, lush, thriving plants and trees dotted the roadway.

"It's so beautiful here," I mused, resting my forehead against the cool glass of the window. "You could have just taken me on a drive to see all the pretty trees and I would have been just as happy." "Yeah?" said Jayce. "Are you sure you want to bet on that?"

I looked over, and then reached my hand over to rest it on his thigh. I kept it there for a moment, allowing my fingers to linger on his leg, and a moment later my hand slipped further in towards the lump in his jeans. "Hey now." Jayce's eyes went wide and he looked down at his lap as if he wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but even as my hand rested there, I felt him grow with unconscious temptation.

“Just drive,” I said, unzipping his pants so I could slip my hand between the fabric of his boxers and take hold of him. "Just keep your eyes on the road, Jayce."

"Macey," Jayce warned with a shake of his head, but he didn't brush me off, and he didn't tell me to stop. A small breath of air slipped between his teeth as his hips pushed up to meet my hand. I felt powerful, suddenly. Sexy, like a goddess I always knew was there inside but hadn't been found until now. Jayce moaned, tightening his grip on the wheel, but his eyes didn't waver from the road as my hand pleasure him, making him ache for me, lust for me.

Just before Jayce was about to come, I leaned over in the seat and wrapped my lips around his penis, stroking my tongue over his shaft until he came, entire body releasing in a controlled but pleasurable shutter. "Jesus Christ," Jayce breathed as he buttoned his pants back up, one hand still on the wheel. "I have never, in all my life, experienced that before."

"You know what?" I said. "Me either. But I kind of liked it. What about you?"

"I think it's safe to say that that was the sexiest thing I have ever had done to me."

"Good. That's what I was aiming for." With a satisfied smirk, I grabbed Jayce's hand and held it as he continued to drive. Fortunately, we weren't far, and it was only a couple of minutes later, right outside the bustling city of Denver, that Jayce stopped. We were at the docks, where boats were parked on the lake.

"Are you ready for our date?" Jayce asked, parking the car. I felt nervous suddenly, but I knew it was because I had no hint about what was coming. If he'd been planning this at all, I hadn't a clue.

"I guess so," I said with a smile. Jayce got out of the car and went around to the passenger's door to open it for me. I stepped out and we went to the trunk for our bags. He tried to carry mine as well as his, but I slung it over my back before he could grab it, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Thank you, but I can carry my own bag."

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"I know you can," Jayce said patiently, tugging the backpack from my shoulders. "But I would like to. It's the gentlemanly thing to do."

"If you haven't figure it out already, there's nothing about me that screams classy," I said with a chuckle. "So don't feel like you need to act gentlemanly." Instead of dignifying this with an answer, Jayce wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked together down the parking lot and towards the docks.

"Now are you going to tell me what we're doing here?" I hissed. "What's with all the boats?"

Before Jayce could answer, a jolly-looking overweight man with a mustache and a kind smile came out of the tiny office on the dock and walked towards us with one hand extended. Jayce stepped up and shook it so, not knowing what else to do, I shook it, too.

"Gregory?” the man asked, and Jayce nodded, reaching for the clipboard the man held out. He signed his name on a sheet of paper and handed it back, nodding at the man. "Everything ready to go?"

"Just as you asked for, sir. Our best man Jack will be your sailor tonight."

"Thank you, Mr. Jeffreys," Jayce said, and just like that the man hurried off, scuttling back to his office in a similar way a short crab might scuttle back to shore.

"Okay," I said, swiveling my head to look at Jayce. "Did he just call you sir?"

"Apparently, I'm a sir here," he said with a shrug, securing my hand in his as we started to walk again, down the dock, towards an even larger line of even bigger sailboats boats.

"If you're a sir, can I be a madam? I know I said I wasn't classy, but people can change."

"As you wish, madam."

"Or milady. I think I like that better."

"As do I, milady." Jayce stopped abruptly then, pulling me to a gentle stop beside him as we turned to look at the boat soaring in front of us. My chin dropped to my chest as I stared at it, mesmerized by the mere, classic beauty of the vessel. "They call her Denver Dreams," Jayce said, squeezing my hand. "She's one of the largest sailboats in the city, and she will take us privately tonight on a little cruise."

"Jayce." The word left my mouth in a whisper. "This is too much. We don't have to do this. It was probably insanely expensive."

I couldn't even begin to fathom what a boat ride like this might cost him, and I wasn't about to be the reason he was now broke. He was a college baseball player, for hell's sake.

"The man who owns this boat is a good patient of my mothers. He says he owes her his life and us his gratitude. I got a pretty good deal. Besides," Jayce wheeled me around to face him, reaching up to brush a strand from my cheek. "You deserve this and more. I want to take you on a boat ride."

Tears pooled around the edges of my eyes and I tried to blink them away, but not before one escaped and flowed down my cheek. I tried to wipe it away before Jayce noticed, but it was too late.

"Oh baby don't cry," he looked horrified at this, like somehow, despite all he'd done, he'd hurt me somehow. "This was supposed to make you happy."

"And it does," I said with a sniffle. "Because everything you do makes me happy, Jayce, and everything that you are."

Jayce pulled me into him in a comforting hug, resting his chin on top of my head as he held me. "No more tears," he whispered. "We're here to have fun, yeah?"

"Did someone say fun?" someone said behind us, and a middle-aged man with a wide smile poked his head up from the keel. "I'm Jack," he said, offering his hand to Jayce and me. "I'm your sailor. Welcome aboard Denver Dreams." Jayce took my hand and led me onto the boat, and we made our way towards the tiller to sit down. Waiting for us was a tray of chocolate dipped strawberries drizzled in caramel and a chilling bottle of champagne. I shook my head, too breathless to speak.

The captain, Jack, produced two blankets from the keel and Jayce wrapped me in one of them before wrapping himself in the other as we sat together at the front of the boat with flutes of champagne and dipped strawberries. They were delicious, and I was basically drooling all down my front before the boat had even pulled out of the bay.

"Save some of your appetite," Jayce said, enjoying a strawberry himself. "We're headed to dinner." "Where?"

"Uptown, of course."

"Are you kidding me?"

Jayce smiled. Oh, that smile made me weak for him. Vulnerable. "I'm not kidding," he said, scooting closer to me until the area between my thighs heated up. "I have just the place for you."