Page 33 of The Catcher

“What happened to double-bagging it?” I asked, my breath catching. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but he was still forcing my thighs open.

“No,” Tanner said, trapping both my arms between my back, holding both wrists with one big hand. “You’re pissing me off by wanting to run away all the time. And I can see it in your big eyes now. If you could, you would run down this hall and back to your hotel room. And I want to make it so youcan’tdo that. I’m going to fucking fill you with my cum and make you pregnant so you can’t get away from me.”

With the other hand he ripped down my hose, yanking my ass forward on the cold desk. He impatiently threw my hose away, knocking my shoes off in the process, then settled between my legs, running his hands up my thighs.

“Shit, you’re so soft. Such a good little girl for me to fuck as much as I want to.”

He yanked my underwear painfully to the side and began to push his cock in me. I was still a little sore from the last time he had taken me, but the ache was almost pleasurable now. I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“Oh fuck yes, Em,” he said. “You’re so tight.”

I dropped my eyes in embarrassment, but once again he captured my chin in his hand.

“Remember, eyes on me,” he said, giving my chin a quick, painful pinch as a reminder.

I felt like I would die having to look him in the eyes as he gripped my thighs tightly and pressed his cock in me. It was even worse being this close, nothing escaping his fallen angel’s face, those silvery-gray eyes feeling like they pinned and trapped me like steel bars.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, and I felt my cheeks burning.

There was heat down there, and I wondered shamefully what would happen if he tipped my hips up, just a bit, so his cock would hit my clit. But he didn’t care about getting me off, just my wet cunt, and I could feel his urgency as he held me right where he wanted me, slamming into me painfully, my ass scraped across the desk. I felt jolted and savagely used, and finally his head fell back as he released into me and I wanted to sigh in relief, but I was too sore.

Tanner buried his head in my neck as he came.

“Mine,” he said, his lips nipping at my neck, making me squeal in pain. “Mine.”

13

Nobody look, but the Phoenixes have clawed to within a game of the second wildcard spot! After spending most of the summer looking like absolute shit, are they heating up this fall at just the right time? All the city can talk about is Tanner Courtenay’s game-winning home run! Now, Jim, I’ve got a panel in the studio here to talk about his bat flip. Number 86 has never been a guy who cared much about the unspoken rules in baseball. Do you think his bat flip crosses the line, or does it make the game more exciting? Let’s go to--

I flicked the radio off with a snap of my fingers. It was my job to see what they were saying about Tanner but the tide was beginning to turn. For the first time, I had actually gotten a call for a new endorsement offer.

It was only for some protein powder that sounded like a scam, and at maybe 1/4thof what he would have gotten before he had tested positive for steroids.

But.

He wasn’t getting booed during his walk-ups. His jerseys were selling again.

He probably didn’t need a PR agent anymore.

If only that meant he’d let me go.

Today was the last home game before another two-day road trip. ThankGodI didn’t have to go on this one. They were only taking the bus, only gone Sunday night and coming home late on Monday.

I was sick of uncomfortable clothes, and it was hotter than Satan’s balls outside, so I came to the game in leggings and a T-shirt, my long thick honey-brown hair still lying in its natural curls wrapped around my neck because Tanner’s marks were still very visible.

And every day he made more.

He usually didn’t speak to me during the game, which made me wonder why hehadto have me in the dugout so urgently.

Today, though, he walked up to me before the game, eyes flicking up and down my body. He placed one hand on my belly, curling his fingers up under my shirt, making me shiver with the feel of them, rough from the chalk and dirt and wood.

“Soon,” he said, his fingers splayed over my belly.

I felt a cold sweat break out. What would he do if he found out I had never gotten off my birth control? I forced myself to meet his eyes.There was no way he could find out,though.

His fingers moved down to the waistband of my leggings, jerking me to him suddenly so I was flush against him, his big body pressed against mine. Then he bent and kissed me, quick and hard, tongue in my mouth, and I didn’t dare deny him the pleasure of my tongue reaching for his.

I heard the low noise in his chest, the blood pounding in my ears, and he let me go and went to stretch.

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