Brothers Pt. 02

A Tale of Two Brothers

A. J. Roye

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Chapter 8

I woke in my bed to find Robin standing at the entrance to my room.

Dressed in her trainer's clothes. She looked ready for work.

Navy pants with lots of pockets on the legs. Black athletic shoes. A Royals polo shirt with pockets on the short sleeves. Both garments form fitting to her body, with a little play in the fabric so she can kneel, or bend over, during work. Her perky ass looks sexy in those pants. Her sexy curls, again, pushed back out of her face with a wide, Royals blue headband. A fantastic smile and happy face. A cup of coffee in her hand.

"Good fantastic morning," I groaned, in a sleepy voice, through my pillow... lying on my stomach. "You look great, by the way."

She didn't offer any words. Only her fantastic smile. I groaned again, and rose to a sitting position on the bed... feet on the floor. I ran my hand through my hair. Groaning again. I was about to say something...

"For the first time," she offered, in a sexy, soft voice. "I'm sore, after having sex. Fantastic sex, by the way."

"I'm sore, too," I offered, as I stood. My morning wood on full display behind my thigh length athletic shorts. I noticed Robin glancing at my woody. I took a few steps toward her.

"You should be," responding to my soreness complaint. "Screwing two women in one day. Screwing them again, when they asked for it."

"I haven't done that since college." I stopped in front of her. Damn, she's sexy.

"I don't know anyone, who can do, what I saw you do, yesterday," she whispered... Her happy eyes penetrating my soul.

"I don't know how to respond to that," I groaned, as I side stepped Robin, to go to the bathroom. She intentionally brushed against me... to annoy me... playfully... I'm sure.

I side eyed her before entering the bathroom... "I'm gonna be in here a while. I'll meet you in the kitchen."

I knew Helen would be gone to work when I entered the kitchen. I glanced at the kitchen clock... 11:23 am. Robin hopped off the bar stool, took three steps toward me, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me. A soft, gentle exchange of our kiss. My arms around Robin, I pressed her firmly into my chest. Pressing her titties into my chest. Our kiss, still welcoming... gentle. Then, Robin pushed on me. Forcing my back against the wall. Her kiss... a little more aggressive, than a moment ago. Then, she broke our kiss. Still in each other's arms, her nose just inches from mine... her sexy dark brown eyes drilling into mine...

"I really want you, David."

"I want you, too, Robin."

Robin looked at me a little too long. An awkward long.

"What I mean, is... I want you. Just me and you."

"Helen might have a say in that." I arched an eyebrow to my new lover.

"I'll share you with Helen, but, I think Helen is really not into you."

"I suspect as much."... Considering, Helen wanted to explore her sexuality.

"So, if Helen were to move on, you and me could be together?"

I pulled her in closer... "I barely know you. But, I could see myself being with you." Then, I cracked a sly grin... "I'll need to run a background check on you, first."

I got her to laugh.

"Seriously, Robin. I can see us together, but I need the time. I'm willing to put in the time, and effort, and you can find out if my OCD is tolerable... or not. Baseball is my whole life. I can't breathe without thinking of baseball."

"OK. You don't have a problem with having a black girlfriend?"

"Black is sexy," I slurred. "I've seen enough of you at work to know you're a smart and confident woman. I admire that... A lot. Professional with your staff, and with the players and coaches. Besides, all the single players openly lust over you. Some of the married ones, too. I figure, that's a good thing, you and me together."

"I've never had a white boyfriend. I know, you and me in public, we'll have some... intolerances."

"I've already seen it," I whispered. I kissed her. Briefly. "I have a black brother in law."

I really took Robin by surprise on that one. I nodded and arched an eyebrow. A happy grin.

"Yeah. My older sister. They're both bankers and they met at work. He left the bank for another bank so they could date. He's a faithful husband and father. Three nieces and two nephews. And, they're crazy for me. They like me better than Donald."

I got her to laugh, again, then... "You really have a black brother in law?"

I answered her by crossing the kitchen, picking up my phone, opening the photos app, and showing her a portrait of my sister's family.

"Wow," she whispered. "Your sister and brother in law are... beautiful. The children, too."

"Of course they are," I offered, as I opened the refrigerator. "They take after me." I heard Robin giggle behind me.

Not finding anything I really wanted in the refrigerator, I turned to Robin... "Hey. Wanna go to lunch? I'm buying?"

"I can't," she replied, as she set my phone on the kitchen table. She moved toward me... "I have a video conference with the league medical director." As she stepped close, she looked down and took my hand. Squeezing my hand gently. Looking up into my eyes. Damn, she's good lookin'.

"I really like you," she whispered. "But, I'm... a little apprehensive, too. You being white, and all. I've never dealt with a mixed race couple situation in public. I don't know how I'll react, if someone... you know... doesn't like us being together. I fear I'll lash out. In a bad way."

"Why me, then, Robin? You could have the pick of the stable, when it comes to men. Everything about you is desirable. There's seven black, and single, players on the team. There's black staff in the front office. Fuck. You tell me," I emphasized, my last three words. "Why not them? Everything about me is not so good. My OCD, and my unstable career."

"Because," she slurred, as she took me into her arms. I offered my embrace, in return. Our eyes searching each other's emotions. "You... and your brother, are the sexist men in baseball. Super model sexy. That's why Donald is making so much money in sponsorships." She paused, put her head, and cheek, on my chest, and squeezed me gently. I returned the embrace. With her head still on my chest... "I like Donald, but he's too cocky for me. But you... you're quiet and confident. Leader by example. Humble, yet confident. Respectful of your peers, coaches, and women. I like that."

"OK, but I'm thinking you're gonna want me for about 10 seconds, after you get to know me, and my disgusting man habits. You've only lived here for a day. By next week, you're gonna be telling me to quit stinking up the bathroom in the morning."

"Fuck no," she replied, with another firm squeeze of her arms. "You keep giving me insane orgasms, like you did last night, you'll have a hard time getting rid of me."

"You 'are' a fantastic lover," I whispered. "We were good last night, weren't we?" Her whispered, and slurred, reply... with slitted eyes...

"You have no idea how good."

*****

As usual, I was spraying balls everywhere during batting practice.

Working on my ability to hit the ball where I want it to go. A key skill, when runners are on base, and the situation at hand.

And... I found myself glancing toward Robin, on occasion. Like, right now, as I left the batting cage. Robin, talking on her phone and looking toward the bull pen.

"Why are you looking at her?" my brother asked, as he prepared for his turn in the cage. "You've been doing it all afternoon. Are you fuckin' her?"

"Yeah. McKuen is changing the fraternization policy. And, she moved in with me and Helen. And, Helen is coming back to the Royals in a couple of weeks. McKuen hired her back."

"Robin moved in yesterday? You screwed her after dinner last night? Already?"

"I did. But, that's between us, Donald. Got it?"

"You lucky prick," my brother replied, with a faux tone of disgust, as he turned for the batting cage.

I then took a quick glance for Robin. Walking away from me toward the bull pen... long strides. Determined strides. Something must be up, but... Damn sexy figure and sexy ass. I grabbed my glove and then headed to the outfield to shag balls.

After about a minute or two, two assistant trainers were jogging to the bull pen with bags in hands, and backpacks.

Fuck. What the hell?

Then, Clint Stevens emerged from the dugout... walking to the bull pen.

Fuck!

Everyone noticed.

Still shagging balls from Donald, but... everyone was looking toward the bullpen between hits. For a good 20 minutes, or more. Then...

Assistant trainers, March and Frogmire, emerged through the bullpen gate... carrying their gear. Then, Stevens. Then...

Crap!

Daniel Ochoa. His right arm in a sling and Robin escorting him.

God Damnit! Our best closing reliever!

I sprinted from left field and others followed. As I slowed and approached...

"What the hell happened?" I asked Daniel. Concern in my tone.

"I blew out my arm," Ochoa calmly replied. "I'm sure I'm out for the season. Next year, too."

I looked to Robin. Her nod confirmed it. Her words...

"It's a UCL tear. The team doctor is on his way to confirm it." She gave me a wink. And a subdued smile.

I looked to Daniel as we walked toward the dugout and the locker room...

"What can I do? Anything."

Ochoa stopped and looked me straight in the eyes...

"Win the World Series. I still want that ring."

"OK," I offered. "Anything in the mean time?"

"Yeah. Bring me a six pack after the surgery. We'll talk about anything, except the surgery."

"I will. Count on it." I felt my heart grow heavy with disappointment. Who could replace the best closing reliever in baseball?

Right then, Clint Stevens...

"BRANTLEY! GET YOUR ASS BACK OUT THERE AND GET TO WORK! KEEP IT GOING!" He pointed to the rest of us... "ALL OF YA!"

I waved a half-hearted hand to let him know I heard him. Then, I noticed everyone around us. Others gave Ochoa encouragement as he and Robin made for the locker room. I stood there in shallow right field and watched Stevens, Robin, and Daniel enter the dugout and then disappear into the locker room. I turned to the bull pen... four pitchers were watching from just outside the bullpen gate. Concern on their faces. Donald was sprinting back from the bullpen. When he arrived...

"Everyone heard it pop. Barker said it sounded like a gun shot."

"Damn," I mumbled. I shook my head... subdued. "Stevens just kicked my ass, telling us to get back to work."

"Let's go then," my upbeat brother replied. "Bet you a steak, Stevens is on the phone right now, getting someone to replace Ochoa. Likely Omaha. I hear there's a kid that's ready." He turned, began sprinting to center field and... "Let's go!" he yelled to our teammates. "Stevens is going to fine our ass if we don't finish!"

As I ran for left field... I thought...

I'd heard about a great talent in Omaha. The Royals' AAA team.

Claude Zinser. LSU closing pitching ace. Two years ago, he shut down the Number 1, Texas Longhorns, in closing relief, in the college world series finals... games 1 and 2. Allowing the LSU Tigers to sweep the Longhorns in the finals. LSU coming from behind in game 2 to win it all. Zinser kept the Longhorns off the bases to contribute to the wins.

At 23 years old, with the Omaha Royals... an insanely low, 0.24 ERA. 14 saves last year. I sure hope those stats translate to the majors, and Kansas City.

Later that day...

An hour before game time with the Rockies, Zinser showed up in the locker room. That was fast... Omaha is just a ways up the road from Kansas City. Many of the pitchers greeted him with welcome handshakes. But, I saw him glance at me and Donald. Several times. When the group of pitchers began to break up, I made for Zinser to welcome him. And... he met me, and Donald, in the middle of the locker room.

"I've heard great things about you, Zinser. Ready to take over from Ochoa?"

"I am David Brantley," Claude replied. A huge smile, and happy, bright blue eyes. "I can't believe I'm on the same team as the Brantley brothers." He smiled to me, and to Donald. Donald slapped him on the back, and shook his hand.

"Let us know what you need. We've got a winning team here. A good chance for the playoffs. And Ochoa was a big part of that. All of us..." Donald paused... to gesture to our teammates. "... need you. Don't change a thing you've done in Omaha. Be yourself."

"I will," the young pitcher replied. He smiled wide. I couldn't help thinking how he felt right now.

He made it.

To the majors.

As Claude Zinser began taking off his clothes at his locker, Robin pranced in, smiled and winked at me, and headed straight for Zinser... Bare chested by now. A notebook computer in her hand, she shook hands with Zinser and appeared to be asking questions... all with her sexy smile. The two sat down together, and Robin began typing into her computer, as Zinser answered her questions. The exchange didn't last long. The two stood, shook hands again, and I heard Robin...

"Welcome to the Royals, Zinser. You're gonna love it here."

That night, we had a three run lead on the Rockies going into the top of the 8th inning. Zinser began the inning, relieving our starter, Zane Cox. I tossed the ball to Zinser after receiving the "around the horn" from Donald.

"You got this, right?" I offered, before returning to my third base position.

"Just watch," the cocky right handed LSU Tiger grinned.

I smiled, and slapped his ass with my glove.

The first pitch... "STRIKE!" the umpire roared. The batter swung at the pitch... missing it, badly. I looked to the pitch speed display in right field...

"God damn," I mumbled. I blinked. Twice.

101 MPH.

The second pitch... "STRIKE, two!" Again, a swing and miss... 97 MPH.

The third pitch... "STRIKE THREE... OUT!"

I shook my head... Claude got him on a 77 MPH changeup. After receiving the ball from Donald on the around the horn... I trotted over to Zinser... tossing him the ball.

"Great start," I offered. "Can I expect two more on the next batters?"

"Just watch," he growled, with a smile.

The second batter grounded out to the first baseman. The third batter...

A first pitch foul ball... so high in the air, I thought it would touch the outer atmosphere... behind me and deep... fading toward the seats.

I was running. Eyes on the tiny white dot in the sky. Pearson, from left field was racing in, too. So was Larsen at shortstop. It was gonna be mine though... no way either Pearson and Larsen could get to it.

I glanced at the seats to judge my distance. Snapped my eyes back into the air for the ball. The wind seemed to be pushing it toward the seats. Damn. Another quick glance to the seats. This one... was gonna be close.

I stopped at the front rail of the seats. DAMN! A second later, I reached as far as I could over the railing... My glove on the edges of my hand to get that last needed millimeter... laying my body out as parallel with the ground as possible... And...

I needed just one more inch. I wiggled my left shoulder forward at the perfect time... I was so stretched out, like a rubber band, I didn't see the ball enter my glove. But... I felt... and heard... the impact of ball and leather. I squeezed my left hand so hard, I thought I would pop the baseball like a pimple. I lifted my glove in the air so any umpire could see I caught the ball.

"OUT!" I heard from the third base umpire.

The crowd around me roared. My feet were off the ground. I was lying on top of two people. I couldn't right myself. Fans were slapping me on the back, and ass. Screaming my name. The next thing I remember, Donald was in the stands, helping me. To get untangled from fans and seats.

"You fucker," he roared, with sarcasm. "You had to show off, didn't you?"

"Just get me the hell to my feet!" I roared. I felt like a beached whale. Unable to return to the water.

It seemed like an eternity, but only a few seconds. I finally got to my feet, with the help of Donald, and a young man. Just a seat away from the steps between sections, I stood upright and the crown roared louder. I looked toward the field... I was three rows into the seats.

I apologized to everyone nearby and promised I would return after the game with baseballs to sign. As I made to jump the rail back to the field, I see a young little girl next to her super-hot, blonde mother, in the first row. I leaned over, gave the foul ball I caught to the little girl, and caught a fantastic glimpse of mom's tits. I love a woman who is proud of her tits and isn't afraid to show me some cleavage.

I received a fantastic, "thank you," from the mom, a huge smile, and the crowd roared ever louder. I hopped the rail back to the field and Donald fell in beside me as we ran for the first base dugout. I was met in front of the dugout by Zinser... smiling widely as I approached...

"That was the best catch I've ever seen," he roared, over the crowd. "Fuckin' amazing!"

"Thanks."

As I entered the dugout, Stevens barked at me... "Great catch! You've got a cut on your chin, and blood on you shirt! Get it taken care of!"

Blood? Cut? I don't remember. I cut myself?

Right then, Donald was looking at my face, then Frogmire... The assistant trainer. Then, Robin. Again, smiling that sexy smile, but allowing Frogmire to fix me up. She was eyeing the cut, too.

"No stitches. Not deep enough," Frogmire reported. He turned to Robin, and she nodded her agreement. She looked at me... smiled... winked... and turned her back for the corner of the dugout. To continue watching the game. The equipment manager ordered me out of my shirt... so he could disinfect, and remove the blood stains with hydrogen peroxide.

In a matter of two minutes, I had a band aid on my chin... and my shirt was cleaned of blood, and back on my shoulders. Ready for play.

Watching from the dugout, we added no additional runs to the score in the bottom of the eighth. And, Zinser didn't allow anyone to reach base in the top of the ninth, for the save, and the team win. A ground out to Donald. A fly out to right field. And a fly out to center field.

In the top of the ninth, Zinser threw six pitches that exceeded 100 MPH. His pitching style reminds me of the great Texan, Nolan Ryan.

*****

Weeks went by in June and July.

We got our groove back. Winning 24 games and losing 6, before the All Star break in July. Also during those weeks...

I was screwing both Helen and Robin at least once a week. Helen, when I was in Kansas City, and Robin... both at home, and on the road.

I briefly worried about Robin. Her passion in the bedroom becoming intense. On occasion, to the point of demanding I fuck her... Without delay. One time...

On a road trip, against the Angels, she pushed me into a mechanical closet, (when no one was around), just past the corner from the visitors' locker room. I fucked her on a workman's bench inside the closet. Robin sitting on the bench, and me screwing her with her legs in my hands, while I stood on the floor. Robin had a towel in her mouth to mute her cries of passion. She insisted that I cum on her tummy, instead of her pussy, so she wouldn't leak my cum during the game. It was sexy to watch her swipe my cum from her tummy, and lick, and swallow, the proceeds.

She came hard, three times that day. Telling me, in between her orgasms...

"To fuck it." I think she meant her pussy. And I did fuck it with my dick. And, "It feels so good." And, "I can't believe how wonderful this is." And, "I love your dick." And, "You're so thick." And, "You're so hot." It sounded pretty weird, too, coming from a mouth full of hand towel.

I told her later, at the hotel, that we can't do that shit anymore. If caught, I'm sure the two of us would get fired. She agreed, and kissed me hard. Pushing me against the wall of the hotel lobby. Late at night after the game, no one saw us.

It also wasn't long, during road trips, that Robin shared my room with me. Leaving the room early, to return to her room, so no one would get pissed off. It was nice to have a woman in my arms after the game. To relax and fall asleep with warm, soft, feminine flesh against my chest, or lying against my back, while we spooned.

It wasn't long, though, that the team figured out, Robin was into me. And me, into her. Many of my teammates, complimenting me for landing such a hot woman. It also wasn't long before...

Helen found someone else.

Robin told me.

Not long after Helen returned to the Royals, she fell for McKuen's youngest son, from McKuen's second marriage. His first wife passed away, I'm told. A horrible car wreck, caused by the other driver. Well, anyway...

Steve McKuen... 24 years old and fresh from completing his masters in finance and business management. University of Missouri at Columbia. A shared alma mater for Helen and Steve. Steve, destined to be one of the heirs of the team, similar to the Mara's of the Giants, and the Rooney's of the Steelers.

I admit, when I met Steve, he is a fine looking young man. Well-dressed and well-groomed. I can see why Helen fell for him, despite their four year age difference. Helen is 28. His voice... attractive, much like a TV or radio announcer. Dark features, much like me. But, five-eleven and about 180, or 190. Not a large man, like me. It wasn't three weeks, after Helen returned to the Royals...

Helen took me aside in her home and told me. That she was going to date Steve, and our relationship had to end. My heart sank, she wept in my arms. I had a tear, or two, also. Helen stood on her toes and kissed me. Likely, for the last time. I told her...

"I do not regret meeting you, Helen. I still remember the day I arrived in Kansas City, and you were there to greet me. I still remember the day you brought me to your office, to tell me you were getting divorced and that you needed me. I felt... happy that someone cared enough about me to ask me to help them. I've learned a lot from you. How to manage my OCD and still be affectionate with a woman. I have let Millie go. I didn't like it, but, I understand why she left us. Well... I should let you go, too." I choked on those words.

"I will always remember you, Helen. I promise."

Helen wiped a tear from her cheek and sniffled. Then... "I will always remember you, too, David. And, I am so happy for you and Robin. I'm hopeful you've found the right woman for you."

For a while, it was awkward for me. Living with a former lover, who I paid rent each month. And, having a new lover, who also paid my former lover, rent each month.

It was very, very nice though. To have a woman who seemed to want me very much. To be with me. To sit with me and knew what I was doing when I was reviewing the scouting reports. Knew what it was, that was important in those reports. It was a first for me. A lover, who knew my job and why I did what I do. And... fucked me silly without even asking for it. Robin always initiated the sex. It was a nice difference, too... To have an athletic woman in my arms. Firm, but soft. Tender, while cuddling on the couch, but aggressive in bed. She fucked me as hard as I fucked her. I sensed we both enjoyed taking turns being the dominate lover.

*****

The All Star Game.

The Rockies as the host... in Denver.

Both Donald and I made the American League team as starters. Of course...

Interviews for both of us... ad nauseum.

During the week before the game, I yearned for Robin. And... Helen. I missed them both. But, I yearned for Robin, knowing I no longer could have Helen in my life.

During the All Star break, Robin had training requirements, mandated by the League. CPR refreshers. Spine and neck injury refreshers and updates on management. Wound care. And, other training, she told me on the phone. I called her twice a day and she loved it... she told me so.

During batting practice, a couple of days before the game...

"David Brantley!"

I turned around and there was David Gipson. The starting pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals. And, the starting pitcher in the All Star game for the National League.

"Gipson," I replied. "You're having a great season." My brother fell in beside me... smiling his ass off.

Gipson shook both our hands with a friendly smile. Small talk about baseball, and the All Star experience, for a few minutes, then...

"David. Can you and I have a few moments alone? It won't take long," Gipson offered.

"Sure," I replied. I quickly glanced at Donald, who... was furling his brow a little.

Gipson, who stands at six-two, also, took a few steps toward first base, which was unoccupied at the time. I followed. He stopped, turned and faced me.

A short awkward pause and...

"Robin Parks," he stated.

That was the last thing I expected from him. Why is he... hmm... Robin came to Kansas City from St. Louis. I don't know why, but I feared the worst was about to be told.

"Yeah," I began. "She's the new head trainer. Great at her job and works well with the players. Why are you bringing her up?"

"Because," he offered. "Word is, the two of you are dating."

I blinked. Twice. Then... "We are. Robin and I are also roommates. Along with the owner of the house. Why do you ask?"

"Because..." he paused. "Robin and I had one date." He paused to gauge my reaction. I did my best to remain neutral. "I had been trying to get her to go out with me for over a year. She said 'yes,' right before she left the Cardinals. It was a great date. She's pretty, personable, and funny. She did tell me afterwards, she didn't want to date any of the players. And... I'm wondering... what changed? Why is she dating you, and she wouldn't date me?"

I chuckled a little under my breath. It did seem weird to me, too... why wouldn't Robin date David Gipson? He likely, was the most eligible bachelor in baseball. Black, like Robin, he was from California. Pitched three years for Oregon State, then went pro. He was handsome. Well-groomed. Well spoken. Successful on the field. Just signed a new contract worth millions. I couldn't think of any reason Robin wasn't interested in David Gipson.

"I don't know," I replied. "I still haven't figured it out. I have bad OCD and she knows it. Yet... when we're alone, she greets me like boyfriend, girlfriend. Always in contact with me when we're together. Asking me about... everything. I try to do the same and she responds well... very well. It does seem natural to be with her. I presume, she feels the same."

Gipson grunted under his breath... "No fewer than a dozen players have tried to get Robin to date them, in St. Louis. Without any luck. She leaves, and suddenly, she's dating you."

I shrugged my shoulders. Then...

I changed the subject...

"Any hints on what I can expect in the top of the first on Tuesday?" I arched my eyebrows and smirked a grin.

Gipson barked out a gut laugh... "Yeah." He paused and laughed harder. Then... "I've been studying you for the past three years. I still haven't figured out your weakness. Makes sense, other pitchers haven't figured it out, either. Who hits in the.400s for three straight years? There's gotta be a weakness. How about... an intentional walk? I don't want you driving in runs on me with one of your perfectly placed hits."

Before I could say anything, Gipson grabbed my hand and shook it... "Do me a favor, will ya? Tell Robin I said, 'hello.' And... tell her I still think she favors Janelle Monáe."

I blinked twice... "Janelle, who?"

Gipson looked at me like I was an alien from another solar system.

"Janelle Monáe. The singer and actress?"

"Never heard of her. But, I'll tell Robin when I call tonight."

Later that evening... I did tell her. Her reply when I called her...

"I don't look anything like Janelle Monáe," she quipped. An attitude, too. "My eyes are narrower and my nose is bigger. David Gipson said that in an attempt to flatter me. It didn't work. I don't look like Janelle Monáe. And, David is just like all the other egomaniacal players. All about themselves."

"So... you choose to hang out with an OCD maniac instead," I offered.

Robin chuckled on the other end of the call... "David... You're one of the few players who goes out of your way to discuss anything, other than yourself. You're one of the most sincere individuals I've ever met. You're courteous. Generous. And always, redirects conversation from yourself, towards me. The compliments you offer me are perfect. You're insanely good looks don't hurt either." She paused, then whispered into the phone...

"And... you're dick is too good. I'm not giving up all of that, over a little OCD issue. Especially, you're fat cock." She paused, and I could hear her hiss...

"When we see each other in New York, I'm gonna want you really bad. I've missed you... a lot."

*****

I let one fly over the second baseman's reach.

The first pitch from Gipson. I grinned in my thoughts as I ran for first.

With Donald on first... batting second, and me batting third, I just sent him to third base on the hit. Donald's hit... a single up the middle over second base.

Hector Andrade. The home run leader from the Yankees, steps in and launches a third pitch changeup to the left field stands. No outs and the American League is up 3-0 in the top of the first. It didn't last though...

The next three batters struck out, flied out, grounded out.

In the bottom of the first... Donald on second base and me at third.

On the third pitch, the first batter, Mason Morales, of the Dodgers, hit a sharp drive to me. Hitting the ground just feet in front of me. The ball... leapt into the air like a lightning bolt. I instinctively put my glove in front of my face... GOT IT!

I quickly regained my composure and threw the ball to first with plenty of time to spare.

The second batter... Nolen May. The Rockies center fielder. A first pitch liner to me... AGAIN! DAMN IT!

This time the ball hit the ground right behind third base and was racing to foul territory. I instinctively reached for the ball in foul territory and caught it. When I stopped my momentum, I was a good 12 feet outside the foul line. Then, I turned for first and threw it. It was going to be close.

"OUT!" the umpire signaled. Amazingly... no video replay.

The third batter... Austin DeLoach. The Mets first baseman and a.377 hitter. On the sixth pitch...

Another hot liner to my left. I took two steps to my left... another step behind me... laid out and stretched. Lying on the ground, my glove... the ball skipped from the ground and I squeezed the ball in my glove. I quickly got to my knees and threw the ball to first.

"OUT!"

Donald was already heading toward me to help me off the ground...

"Show off," he mumbled, as he offered me his hand. I took his hand and got to my feet.

For the first time in my professional career, I made three consecutive assisted outs. All scored as... 5-3 outs... Third baseman to first baseman.

Donald lead the way to the first base dugout and he waved to our parents sitting behind the dugout. Our Mom. Happy. Standing. Applauding. Along with our Dad. Mom... Smiling widely as her two sons waved to her. I love my parents. The best parents ever.

The bottom of the second...

Again... I received all the attention. Not planned, I'm tellin' ya.

With one out and a runner on second, a bunt and run began. A last second, surprise bunt. The pitcher, Art Branch, of the Tigers, took the bunted ball and threw it to me covering third. Catching the runner between third and second. I ran toward him and he turned for second and tried to avoid my tag. Got him! A 1-3 out. Pitcher to third baseman. I held the ball to keep the runner at first.

On the second pitch to the next batter, I caught another line shot that skipped the ground hot... heading to foul territory. I snagged it quickly, turned and threw to

Donald at second... for the out. Donald then threw to first for the third out. A 5-4-3 double play.

Damn. I handled the ball on five batters in two innings.

In the next inning... top of the third, Donald and I both got singles but couldn't score. In the bottom of the third, Donald received all the attention. Three straight easy grounders to him ending in outs. After that...

Donald and I were benched so other All Stars could play. The score at the end of the game... American League 3, National League... Damn it... 6. The AL was up 3-0 going into the bottom of the eighth and then all hell broke loose. Five consecutive hits earning three runs. Then two walks. Then... a homer by Pat Morrell, of the Braves. Six runs in the eighth.

Damn. I really wanted to win my first All Star game.

*****

Arriving at the hotel in New York to play the Yankees.

A perfect, welcoming sight.

Robin Parks standing in the hotel lobby. Waiting on me.

Hot in New York City in July, my girlfriend was wearing a sexy sundress. Blue with white flowers. Spaghetti shoulder straps and a shelf bra. As I set my luggage down, Donald went straight to the front desk. I then took a quick step toward Robin who met me half way. Smiling her happy smile. Her arms around my neck and our lips in a welcoming kiss. Damn. I missed her more than I thought. Her lips. Sexy. Soft. A meaningful kiss. My arms around her, I pulled her closer into my body. Our lips and tongues gently exchanging our gentle passions. I broke out kiss...

"I missed you so much," I mumbled softly.

"Oh, David. You have no idea how much I've missed you," she whispered, and kissed me again. A few moments later... "You're a great kisser, Lover. One of the many reason I..."

Robin abruptly caught her next words. I arched my eyebrows and leaned toward her for a whisper...

"Let me finish," I began. "Falling in love. Am I close?"

"Yes," she replied, with a happy smile and her body relaxed. I took her hand and pulled her to a nearby couch in the lobby. After sitting...

"I love your dress. You look fantastic in a dress, Robin."

She hissed and leaned into my shoulder... "And you, David... Are way too sexy in your business suit. I love a well-dressed man."

"Now..." I whispered. Gazing into her dark brown, very sexy eyes... "Tell me everything you've done, since arriving in New York."

*****

After a light lunch in the hotel restaurant...

I had my hand up Robin's dress. My finger wiggling inside her pussy. At her request, of course.

I had her pressed against the wall in my hotel room. Just feet away from the king size bed. Our lips and tongues... urgently dueling in passion. Robin... whining and whimpering into my mouth as my finger rubbed her silky folds. Her sexual aroma already filling the room and overpowering my primal brain. My fully aroused dick pressing against the front of my trousers. Begging for a release from the confines of my underwear. Seconds later...

Robin pushed me away. My finger left her pussy with a slurp. Out of breath... moving toward the bed... Robin... urgently...

"Get out of those clothes, David. I want you inside of me... right now." Her back to me, she was already unbuttoning the front of her dress. By the time I had my shirt and pants off, Robin was waiting for me in bed. On her knees. Her body... gorgeous. Firm and athletic. Sexy tits. Beautiful dark brown skin. Erotic and sexy black nipples, in contrast to her brown skin. Her tight curls pulled out of her face with a slender head band. Her slender hands and fingers teasing her nipples, and her little clit. As I met Robin in bed...

She took me into a hug and rolled me onto my back. My head on a pillow. She straddled my waist, on her knees. Taking my firm dick in hand, she rubbed JoJo on me... Tossing the bottle the side... and guiding my dick to her slippery entrance. My eyes... hyper focused on her gently wiggling titties... "Fuck," I slurred, at the arousing sight.

Robin lowered her hips toward my dick. While my dick easily entered her pussy...

"Ho---ly fuck," she whined... Drawing out her first word, and her eyes rolled back into her brain. She inhaled and softly squeaked a sexy squeak, as she fell forward into my chest and shoulder. "You're so deep," she wheezed, into my neck. I slapped both her butt cheeks with my hands for wheezing into my neck. I felt her pussy squeeze my dick at the impact.

"You send shivers down my spine, when you're on top of me," I whispered. Robin replied with staccato breathing. The inhales... soft, sharp squeaks.

After a few moments, Robin righted herself a little. Her hand on my upper chest... the other on the pillow beside my head. Working her pussy against my dick. Soon, establishing a rhythm...

For the next minute, or so, Robin wheezed, whined, and mumbled expletives, as she fucked my dick. Her rhythm increasing and decreasing. Her weight on the hand against my chest... firm. Soon...

"OH!" she screamed, staccato. "I'm cumming." Microseconds later, she pushed her pussy hard against my pubis. Muted screams from her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut. Both hands on my upper chest now... pressing hard against me. Her pussy crushing my dick with her orgasm. As she regained her composure...

I arched my back and hugged Robin. Rolling her onto her back. On my knees, I parted her legs, lined my cock up with her slicken slit, pushed forward and...

"OhMyGod," she gargled. Her eyes rolled back. Then quivered. Her titties wiggled erotically on her chest.

I put my hands on the mattress beside her and began fucking her. A steady, moderate rhythm. She fisted my forearm. A tight squeeze. Her right hand began twinkling her little clit. Her eyes rolling back and then coming back to me. Her titties wiggling on her chest in rhythm with my thrusts... driving me insane with primal, visual lust.

Robin mumbling wheezes, whimpers, and soft inhaled squeaks. I did hear her say... twice... "It feels so good."

It does feel good. Her tight pussy causing me to aggressively reject any premature ejaculations. It does feel good. To see Robin enjoy herself with me. It does feel good. To see her cum on my dick. Only seconds on her back...

Robin came hard. I mean a seizure, hard. Lasting only a few seconds. She arched her back and grabbed me around the neck and shoulders, pulling me on top of her as she fell backwards...

A desperate tone... "You're fuckin' me too good, David." Followed immediately by urgent kissing. Whining and mumbling through my lips. I resumed fuckin' her and she squeaked loudly into my mouth.

"Holy fuck, David. I'm cumming again... OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!" Her last announcement in a crescendo, ending in a loud, sharp squeak.

Damn... her pussy is crushing my dick. I thrust harder and harder. Pounding at her pussy with my pubis. My fat cock slicing through the well slicken folds of my lover.

"Fuck it! Fuck it, hard!" she cried, in desperation. "Fuck me harder, Baby!"

And I did. She called out three, fantastic orgasms, over the next three, to four minutes. She counted them for me... and her.

I withdrew, flipped her sexy body onto her tummy, pushed her legs together, straddled her legs, inserted my needy dick into her pussy, leaned forward, and...

"YES!" she squelched. "Fuck it!" A gagged breath... "Fuck me up, Baby!" The announcements echoed from the walls of my room.

That's all it took. I long thrust into Robin's pussy, ten... maybe twenty times. My need was rapidly approaching and there was no holding it back. My mind went blank with selfish desires. I briefly remember Robin announcing, with a squeak, she was cumming again. But after that, it was all me. The tendrils of my orgasm were too much to hold back. My eyes rolled back. My spine stiffened. My toes curled. My pelvic muscles flexed and...

I withdrew, fisted my dick, and stroked my cum onto the sexy, athletic, and bubbly ass of my girlfriend. Launching three ropes against her brown skin. I strained to get oxygen into my lungs. With my orgasm completed. I rolled onto my back, beside my lover. Still straining to get oxygen... For a few seconds... then I rolled from the bed, walked to the bathroom, wetted a wash cloth, then wiped my cum from my sexy black princess.

Still on her tummy, her tits pressed against the mattress, offered me the view of her side boob. Damn. What a sexy and erotic sight.

I fell to the floor on my knees beside my lover... "That was fantastic," I whispered. Her eyes opened... slitted. A crooked smile because her faced pressed against the mattress. Her gurgled response...

"I'm still horny."

I couldn't believe it. Holy crap.

"OK," I replied. I stood, opened the small refrigerator, pulled two bottles of water from the box, sucked about a third from my bottle, and offered the other bottle to Robin. She rolled onto her back and her sexy tits wiggled, and slightly flattened against her chest. Her black nipples... erotic. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them.

I lay beside her, while she leaned against the headboard and sipped water. Robin set her water on the night table, rolled toward me and cuddled against my side. On my back, she ran her fingers through my chest hair and breathed hot breath on my neck... her head on my shoulder. Her sexy, soft, yet firm body against mine... comforting... erotic. Her nipples pressing against my chest.

"David."

Her tone told me something serious was about to be offered.

"What is it, Robin?"

"I haven't told my parents I'm dating you."

"OK. Is there something you need from me? Because... I'm ready. Anything you want."

Robin rose and leaned against a braced elbow. Looking at me with a small smile.

"You've noticed, fans have been taking pictures of you."

"Yeah, I know."

"Well. I've noticed, sometimes they get some with me and you together."

"OK." I arched my eyebrows.

"Earlier today, I saw someone in the lobby take a picture of us together. I could tell you didn't see it."

"Where's this going, Robin?" I rose, turned to face her and leaned against an elbow.

"I'm nearly certain, my sisters will see us together on some social media post. Then..." Robin paused... looked me in the eye... leaned over and kissed me. A small, brief peck. "I'm gonna have to tell my parents. And... I'm nearly certain it won't go well."

"We're just dating," I offered.

"I know. But... it won't matter to them. Besides..." Robin pulled herself close to me. Embracing me into a hug. Pressing her sexy tits into my chest. I returned her embrace. Her whisper, into my ear... "I'm falling in love with you, David. So much so, I..." I heard her swallow hard. "I'm willing to face my parents, even if there'll be bad consequences with them and me."

"Fuck no," I replied, sharply. "You'll not tell them jack shit, without me present."

She released me and looked at me like she couldn't believe it.

"I'll not let you go through that alone. I'm involved with you... Right? Well, I'll get involved then."

The look on her face told me she still couldn't believe it.

"Look. I'm not sayin' we're gonna get married, but, face it. We are dating, right? We haven't known each other long enough to commit to one another, but I'm tellin' you right now. Things are lookin' good on my end of our relationship. This is how I'm seeing it, now. If you want to wait until the end of the season, you and I will fly to Atlanta and see your parents. Just to let them know we're dating. Or... if you want, we can fly to Atlanta after the series with Tampa next week. I'll charter a private jet to Atlanta, then to Kansas City. You tell me what you want to do. I'm in."

"You'd do that for me?"

I rolled her onto her back... hovering above her, on her right side.

"Yes. You're a beautiful woman, Robin. And, you're the only woman I've met, who gets my obsessions and it doesn't creep you out. I'm thinking I got a shot at a serious relationship."

She answered me with her arms around my neck and back... pulling me into a soft, gentle kiss.

"OK," she whispered, into my lips. "We'll wait until the end of the season."

*****

It was a hot, Kansas City night, in August, and the home series with the Twins was getting brutal.

Since the All Star game, Minnesota had been gaining on the Royals for the lead of the AL Central... Within four games. The White Sox, a close third.

The series split, 1 to 1, this third game of the series was close... 0-0 in the bottom of the seventh. The two starting pitchers, still in the game with insanely low pitch counts. Only one hit for the Twins. For the Royals, two hits... Espinosa and myself.

Even the hot hitting, brother of mine was hitless. Since the All Star game, Donald had been hitting.502. Bringing his overall batting average to.391. And, Donald was on a 37 game hitting streak. Oh... my overall batting average is.413... and leading the majors.

I watched from the dugout, as my brother approached the plate to lead off the inning. I sensed a confidence in his stride to the plate. He was staring down the pitcher as he approached. A determination I had seen many times before. Then...

I felt a feminine arm embrace my right arm. I quickly glanced to find Robin tentatively smiling to me...

"What do you think?" she whispered, just enough to hear over the chanting crowd.

I waited until the crowd stopped calling my brother's name... "He's gonna do something. Something great. I just don't know what it will be."

I turned to watch my brother. I felt Robin pull harder on my arm.

Donald. Took two practice swings and stood into the left side of the plate. The pitcher... paused... then began his wind up. I held my breath because that prick on the mound was throwing fantastic pitches all night.

When the pitcher released the ball...

CRACK!

I had heard that sound before. A unique, rarely heard sound. I launched myself out of the dugout and watched the ball rise high and toward right field. Still rising and I knew then...

"I'll be damned," I mumbled. My eyes zeroing in on the ball.

That ball was leaving soon. In seconds, I watched the ball clear the Party Hut and disappear behind it. My next sensations...

Insanely loud cheers... Donald pointing to me with a cocky smile on his face as he approached first base... my heart swollen to enormous proportions in happiness... for my brother.

My teammates screaming... high fives... calling out my brother's name.

Still standing outside the dugout, I watched my brother round the bases. I drank in the moment... the happiness on his face... and prayed I would never forget it.

I stood in the dugout and waited until all our teammates had their chance to congratulate my brother. I even saw Robin give my brother a high five and hug him. Then, I took a step toward Donald. I felt a happy grin appear on my lips.

"About damn time," I groaned, in sarcasm. "You had to do it with style, didn't you?"

"Fuckin' A!" my brother yelled, so everyone could hear. "I couldn't let you be the only Brantley to hit one out of Kauffman!"

My heart swelled with pride for my brother. I stepped forward and took him into my arms. An embrace Donald and I have shared for as long as I can remember. And...

The Royals won the game... 1-0.

Donald's home run ball was found well short of where my home run ball was found. Lying in the grassy lawn beyond the stadium wall. It didn't matter to me. Donald and I are the only ones to send a ball out of the stadium.

After the way too long, post-game interviews, for which I participated, Donald and I did the simple thing to celebrate.

Denny's.

Late night.

I paid.

And... I asked Robin to come along.

Robin truly... it seemed to me... to enjoy the company of Donald and me. Robin also seemed to be sitting closer to me. Holding my hand and holding my arm. Touching me with her leg, to my leg. Hip to hip. Her foot touching mine.

She was laughing with us. Listening closely to Donald's adventures, outside of baseball. Especially the cool, and pretty women he was meeting through his social media posts. Singers. Models. Photographers. Make-up artists.

"Make up artists?" I questioned. "What the hell, Donald?" I made a lame attempt to apply a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah," my brother replied. "It seems my skin shines too much in the bright lights and they have to tone it down. Plus, I need to have my lips highlighted, for certain lighting conditions."

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, in a whisper. "My brother, the supermodel."

Robin laughed. She made an attempt to comment, but...

"Hey. Aren't you two the Brantley brothers?"

Donald replied first to the older woman... "Yeah. Who's asking? You're a Royals fan, I hope." Always a huge smile on my brother's lips.

"I am," she replied. She seemed to relax a little. "My name is Misty Poole, and I've been a Royals fan for 37 years. I just want to say 'hi' and tell you that home run tonight was the boss. I'm here with my husband. We just got off work and stopped here to eat."

"Come join us," Donald barked. "We can move to the corner table, over there, so all of us can sit together."

In minutes, Donald and I were having a blast with Robin, and Mr. and Mrs. Poole. I bought their meal, too. About one in the morning, I took a group selfie with Mrs. Poole's phone. Donald was sitting between the older couple, Robin next to Mr. Poole, and me next to Robin... holding the phone camera. The photo was great and Mrs. Poole thanked us. Then, we all left to go home.

After parking in the driveway, Robin grabbed my hand to hold me in my seat. Without a word, she leaned across the center console and kissed me. Holding and turning my head, so I had to turn myself and face her in my seat. Her tongue slithered past my lips and challenged me. The kiss was soft, and gently passionate, but after a few seconds, Robin began breathing heavily and her kiss was more urgent. Pressing her lips a little harder against mine. Her right hand pulling on the back of my neck, to press our lips harder together. I broke out kiss after a few seconds...

"I want you really bad," I mumbled, into her lips.

"Me too."

We launched ourselves from my pickup, and nearly broke the front door down, because Robin pushed me against it and attacked me. Unzipping my jeans, and stroking my stiff dick, as she urgently kissed me. I pushed her away, fumbled with the door key, and finally got us into the house. As we made for Robin's bedroom...

I heard Helen howling out an orgasm from her bedroom. Robin heard it too, and we both laughed, as we faux fought each other, trying to remove each other's clothing.

I undressed first. My stiff dick thrashing the air like a sword, as I crawled into Robin's bed. Soon, Robin followed, fully nude. Damn. She has a fantastic body. Subdued rope light making Robin look even more exotic.

Without asking, I rolled Robin onto her back, parted her legs, and began licking and sucking her pussy, and little clit. Within seconds, Robin was gently cooing and wheezing as my lips latched onto her swollen little clit. Humping her pussy against my face. She grabbed my hands and placed them over her titties. Guiding my fingers to her nipples. Encouraging me to squeeze her stiff nubs between thumb and forefinger. I squeezed her left nipple, and...

"Oh, fuck..." she whispered, drawing out her words. Her eyes closed and facing the ceiling, as my thumb and finger manipulated her nipples. "You're so sexy, David. I love it when you touch me like this."

For about two, or three minutes, I slurped on pussy, and clit, and she whined, whimpered, and softly howled. Her arousal entering my nostrils was driving me insane... My heart racing. She squeezed my thumbs and fingers to apply more pressure on her nipples. Then, she pushed me away...

"69... On our sides."

Before I knew it, her pussy was in my face, and her lips were sucking my cock. Lying on our left sides... My head between her thighs... her head between my thighs. Robin can give great head. Pulling hard suction. Sucking my balls into her mouth. Pulling my corona back with her fist, and inserting her flexible tongue into my tiny slit...

"Holy crap," I wheezed. "You've never done that before."

"A girlfriend taught it to me." Then, Robin sucked my tiny slit really hard.

I was going to ask about that girlfriend after our passions were satisfied. I sucked on Robin's little clit for about a minute. Then...

"I want you inside me, David."

I rolled out of bed, opened her dresser drawer, and applied JoJo to my throbbing dick. I tossed the bottle to Robin and she applied it to her pussy. I crawled into bed and Robin was on her back... legs parted, and extending her hands and arms to me. On my knees, I guided my dick to her slickened slit, pushed forward, fell into her arms, and...

"OhMyGod," she wheezed, as my lips kissed her neck below her left ear. "So big. I love it." Her arm around my back, and her hand on the back of my neck. Her lips whimpering into my ear. Her pussy... tight. She was working her pelvic muscles.

I quickly established a rhythmic short thrusting my lover. Lifting my hips and waist and falling back into her pubis... my cock slithering through her tight, silky folds. My feet leveraging the mattress. And Robin, quickly responded...

Her cheek against mine... her lips near my left ear, Robin howled, squeaked, mumbled, gargled, and wheezed with each of my applied thrusts. Her sexy, cute squeak on the inhaled breath. Her pussy squeezing my dick so tightly. Her nipples pressed into my hairy chest.

Her whispered and strangled words... over the next minute...

"It feels so good." And... "I don't want it to stop." And... "Fuck it, Baby."

After her last word, Robin... "OH!" she sharply announced, into my neck, and she squeezed me. Pulling me into her body and gently quivering beneath me. Her parted legs shaking in the air. "Holy fuck, David," she whimpered, after her brief orgasm. "It feels so fuckin' good...... OH!"

Again, her orgasm consumed her, as I continued to fuck her through her tight orgasms. Again, she pulled me tightly into her body. I continued fucking her and she half screamed and half wheezed through a 10 second orgasm. Her orgasm complete, she began pushing, and pulling on me while I continued to fuck her. Kissing my lips... urgently. Her mumbled, urgent words in our kiss...

"Your dick is too good, David. I need you so much right...... OH!...... OhMyGod... I'mCummingAgain! Holy fuck!" Her last two words... a sharp crescendo ending in a squeak. After her squeak, her eyes rolled back and she quivered for a couple, or three seconds. And, her pussy was getting tighter, and tighter. It was having an effect on my stamina.

A paused from thrusting. Trying to refocus. Robin began urgently humping at me.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, as her humping was having an effect with my dick. The urgent sensation of cumming, subdued, I resumed thrusting. My forearms beside her head. Her lips on my throat. Again, lying on my lover and thrusting at her pussy. In just seconds..

Robin was whining into my throat and upper chest. I increased the pace... Soon, her crescendo... "Fuck me harder!...... fuck me harder! OhMyGodOhMyGod!... Don't stop! Don't stop! " I heard her squeak in a deep inhale... "I love your dick! Holy Fuck! OH!" Robin screamed into my throat. Her arms around my back and pulling tight into her chest. Her legs quivering in the air. Then... "Can you feel me cumming on your dick?!"

I couldn't answer her. My orgasm could no longer be subdued. I lost all contact with the planet Earth. My sole focus was my orgasm. Within microseconds, I was dumping rope after rope of cum into my lover's pussy. I was wheezing for any available oxygen. Groaning disgusting groans. My full weight on top of Robin.

My orgasm lasted only a few seconds and I soon felt Robin caressing my back with her soft, slender hands. Her lips gently kissing my throat and upper chest.

"That was fantastic," I offered. I gulped for another breath and felt Robin's nipples poking into my chest. "You really know how to bring the best out of me. You're a great lover."

"You're the great lover, Lover," she mumbled beneath me. She gently pushed at me and I rolled to the side. She rolled into my side, braced on an elbow, and kissed me. A gentle kiss. I did my best to return the gentleness. Our kiss broken...

"I'm still horny." The grin on her face was precious. Sexy.

"Damn, woman. It's two, fuckin', o'clock in the morning. We both have to work tomorrow... I mean, today." I did my best to lace my words with sarcasm.

"Just for thirty minutes. Then, I'll put you to sleep."

"How?"

Without a word, Robin took my flaccid dick in hand. Gently kissing my cock. Gently sucking my cock. Making love to my cock with her lips and mouth. For a few minutes, until I was at full arousal again. Then, JoJo applied. Then, she mounted me like a horse and aggressively fucked herself with my dick. Over the next five minutes she howled out two orgasms. Out of breath, and energy, she collapsed into my arms. Wheezing hot breath into my neck. I gently spanked her left butt cheek for cumming so hard on my dick. Then, I rolled her onto her side...

"Enough?" I offered.

"Enough," she whispered. Still breathing heavily. She kissed me and cuddled into my side while I was on my back. Caressing the hair on my chest. Her head resting on my shoulder. My arm around her back. In minutes...

Both of us... asleep.

*****

With Zinser, and the other starting, and relief pitchers, the Royals managed to win the AL Central, handily. The Twins seven games back.

We always had the bats. And the gloves, to win the division. It's the pitching that always gets you to the top, and keeps you there. Having the best record in the AL, the Royals had a bye for the first round of the playoffs. During that time, I, along with Donald, worked on our batting, and fielding.

Since the middle of August, Robin began working out with us in the weights room, and running stadium steps. Robin is feminine, no doubt, but she keeps her lithe body toned. Her bubbly ass in her tight, athletic, short shorts, can give any man a hard on. Her slender body is sexy, and erotic. The players were always stopping to admire her. And, Robin was becoming closer and closer to me. Touching me in the dugout. And, on the field, during practice. But, nothing ever overt. Subtle, would be a good description. And...

I loved it. But, I was still struggling to understand why she wanted to be with me. Considering my OCD issues.

"Because," my brother interrupted my thoughts, and gaze toward Robin in the outfield. Robin was inspecting the hand of Betancourt during practice. "She's into your good looks, your athletic body, your commitment to the game, and your interests in her, instead of yourself."

I groaned and turned to face my twin brother... "I hate it when you know what I'm thinking." His reply... with a sly smile... an upturned corner of his lips...

"And, I hate it when you know what I'm thinking, yet you say nothing about it."

I groaned in my throat, smiled, and touched my brother in the chest with my glove, and ran for third base for infield practice. I took the ball and fired it to my brother. A couple of warm up tosses, then infield practice.

A few minutes later, I saw Robin and Betancourt jogging to the dugout. She opened her medical case, gave attention to Betancourt's hand, and then I watched Betancourt leave the dugout for center field. Turning back to the dugout, Robin was smiling to me. I smiled back. And later... after practice...

Robin met me outside the dugout... "I love it when you watch me," she whispered. Her sexy eyes drilling into my soul. Her slender neck and shoulders... sexy. Erotic. Her permed hair held back by the wide headband. Her sexy forehead on display. Her sexy cheek bones. Broad eyebrows. Small ears. Silky skin. I wanted to touch her. It ached to restrain myself.

"That's because I think you're very sexy, Lover," I replied, in a subdued voice. "I can't tell you how much it hurts, not touching you, right now."

Robin smiled and took a step closer. Her hand gently holding my left wrist... Her eyes with a firm, happy gaze on mine... "And, I want to kiss you so bad, right now."

I groaned an affirmative groan in my throat, squeezed her hand, and...

"Let's go to dinner tonight. Dressy. The Intercontinental."

Robin's eyes lit up like spotlights... "OK. I love the place... and... you, with me."

*****

The dinner at the Intercontinental... was fantastic.

Fantastic, because Robin looked smokin' hot. A full length, pleated skirt. Soft yellow. A matching top that showed her skin between the skirt and the top, no sleeves. Her silky, long, slender, toned arms... sexy. Her high heels put her at my height... we were eye to eye dancing slowly to the pianist after dinner. Me... I wore a custom tailored business suit with a necktie. I can't wear off the rack suits because of my athletic build. My brother is the same.

Anyway, about Robin. Sexy, smart, considerate, caring. I admired her hand as she held mine across from me at the table. Of course, my hand was much bigger than her hand. I was fascinated with the size difference and the shape of our hands. Hers... slender. Feminine. Mine... large. Calloused. Thick fingers.

"Why are you looking at my hand?" she offered, in a subdued voice. A smirky smile on the corners of her lips. Slightly squinted, happy eyes. Damn... her eyes are sultry.

"Because," I replied, still examining every detail of my lover's hand. "OCD in play. I think your hands are fascinating. Sexy. Feminine. I love the color of your skin against my hand." I looked up to arched eyebrows, sexy eyes, and a sexy smile. "I think..." I paused. "I'm developing an obsession with your hands. It's difficult not to stare and admire."

She smiled, covered our hands with her other hand, and squeezed. "Obsession, you say," she whispered. "Well... I'm developing an obsession, too. I'm... I'm falling really hard, right now, David. For you."

I leaned a little forward... Directing my gaze into my lover's eyes... "I'm falling really hard, too. I can't wait to get to the bottom of that fall, and feel the love for you in my chest."

"Oh my God," she whispered. "You 'can' be romantic." She batted her eyes at me for a brief moment.

I arched an eyebrow... "Robin. My obsessions are... strong. Being romantic is... difficult, and it just comes out without trying. It's rare. And... I know a woman desires romance from a man, and I'm telling you... you're not gonna get it very often with me. When I get focused, nothing else exists. Please... I need to know. Why are you hanging out with me? I'm not getting it... your acceptance of my faults."

"Because," she whispered, leaning a little forward, for effect. "You're not the first baseball player I've met with obsessions. Baseball has its fair share of players with obsessions. Ty Cobb. Ted Williams. Greg Maddux. It's part of the game, and... their lives." She took my hand and kissed it with her sexy lips. Then, her eyes back on mine... "Plus... the sex is fantastic with you. I've never had a lover, who is so good in bed. Not just good, David. Mind blowing sex. I can't think straight, for days, sex. From you." She lowered her voice to almost nothing. "You're dick is too good, and I'm loving it. It's perfect for me. I'm calling it, 'my obsession.' With you. I think about sex with you, constantly. I close my eyes on the plane to out of town games, and I work myself into a frenzy, thinking of you inside me." I saw her eyes roll back and her shoulders gently shiver, for just a moment. "Fuck, David. 'You' are my obsession. I want you. All the time, I want you. Your obsessions are tolerable for me. They really don't bother me at all. I just want to be with you."

I nodded... "At the end of the season, when we go to your parents' home. And afterward, you're gonna be able to deal with my OCD?"

"I've been reading up on it. Yeah. I believe I could. With you." She leaned forward a little more... "Only with you, though."

I leaned forward, too... "I have another obsession, Robin."

"Yeah. What?" she replied, with a sexy smile.

"Dancing with you. Right now."

I stood, took her chair, and offered my hand. She took my hand, smiled, and stood. Pressing herself against me. Examining my face with her eyes, darting here, and there. Her hand inside of mine... her other hand caressing my cheek.

"You really look hot, tonight."

"And you; are on fire," I slurred, in a whisper.

We danced slow. To the piano. Her head on my shoulder. My arms around her back... pressing her into my chest... gently. For 30 minutes we danced. Then...

"Let's go home," she whispered. "We both have to work tomorrow."

Without a word, we left the dance floor, I paid the check and tip, the car valet brought my truck. Once inside my truck... Robin took my hand... tugging gently. I turned in my seat to face her more directly. Damn, she looks good in the dimmed light.

"I want to ask you something personal."

"OK. Ask," I replied.

She delayed her response. I think she may have been second guessing her question. Then...

"You don't have to tell me. But, what do you do with all your money? You're making $16.7 million, plus incentives. You live like you still make $400,000. Where does it all go?"

"Hmm," I hummed, with a sly smile. I gently held her hand. "You're the first woman to ask me about my money. I'll tell ya. In general terms, OK. No details." She nodded. She looked a little worried for asking the question. I then pulled the truck away from the valet station, pulled into a parking space, and left the engine running. I turned in my seat toward my sexy lover...

"When I signed my contract with the Mariners, I didn't know what to do with my signing bonus. It was $2.25 million. I didn't start making a major league salary until I moved up to the majors. Anyway, I asked some of my teammates, and Coach Frost, at Tech, who I could talk to about money management. I majored in Finance, and had a good feeling about what to do, but I wanted an expert opinion." I paused, and Robin seemed to relax. I could feel it in her hand. I could feel myself relax, too. "Between me and Donald, one name kept repeating... Michael Woods. He was a student at Texas Tech, and he now runs the family investment firm in Brenham, Texas. I called M&T Investments and made an appointment. When Michael Woods found out who we were, he called us immediately. He had been following Texas Tech baseball and knew us well. Better than we knew ourselves." I chuckled, and so did Robin.

"He invited us to Brenham, to stay with his family, but, Donald and I were already committed to our minor league teams in Arkansas. Instead, he sent his cousin, Maggie Grayson, to speak to each of us in Arkansas. Maggie is a cool woman. Maggie and I found out, when we met, we were both OCD. After talking to me, she knew right away." I paused. "Anyway, Maggie asked about our needs, and plans, and helped us develop a money management plan. She set up our brokerage and retirement accounts with M&T Investments, showed us how to use the software to purchase stocks, ETFs, and mutual funds, and deposit money." I leaned across the center console a tiny bit. "I've got $37 million in my brokerage account. I only use about $200,000 per year, and everything else goes into my account."

I saw Robin's eyes light up.

"Dating me for my money, there Sexy?" I mumbled, with sarcasm in my voice.

Robin smiled, leaned across the console of my truck and whispered... "No, but thanks for satisfying my curiosity. I'm dating you because..." She paused and hissed in her throat. "You're the best lover I've ever had." She softened her whisper... She caressed my face with her fingers... she gazed into my eyes. "I'm guaranteed fantastic orgasms when I'm with you. Your dick is so perfect, when you're inside of me."

"I love being inside of you," I whispered, in reply. I gently squeezed her hand. And, I do. Her pussy fucks me back when were together. Robin likes to fuck me as much as I fuck her.

When we got home, Robin dropped a big one on me.

As we entered the house, she pulled me into the kitchen and lowered her voice... Because Helen was asleep in her room.

"I heard, this afternoon from Margaret, in accounting... Helen and Steve McKuen are engaged."

I blinked. Twice. Those words were not what I was expecting. They had only been dating just a few months.               Then... my mind snapped into business mode. I want to buy this house, if she wants to sell it after her marriage.

"How certain are you about this?" I asked.

"The rumor is spreading like wildfire in the front office." She kissed me a quick, little peck. "Come on. Let's go to bed. I'm exhausted, and I have a big day tomorrow."

As I undressed, brushed my teeth, and readied for bed, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind, about buying this house... instead of being happy for Helen. Later, Robin cuddled her back into my chest and hips like a spoon... placed my right hand under her pajama top, and onto her sexy left tit... and... fell asleep quickly. The feel of her nipple between my fingers, caused my dick to engorge. Pressing against her sexy ass. She had to have felt it.

It took me a few minutes to fall asleep.

Chapter 9

The Los Angeles Angels were in Kansas City for the best of seven series.

The Royals had the home field advantage all through the playoffs. The Angels beat the Twins in the first round of the playoffs. The Royals had the bye in the first round. The Angels are good. Real good. And, the series with the Angels begins tomorrow night.

After we arrived at Kauffman, I kissed Robin before she went to the training room, and I went to the locker room. She left me with that fantastic, and happy smile. Damn, I'm lucky.

As I approached my locker, Donald and Steve McKuen were talking to each other in front of my locker. Steve noticed me first, then Donald. Both of them smiling... a tentative smile from Steve? I quickly looked around and noticed my teammates watching me, Donald, and Steve... carefully and tentatively.

"What's up?" I began, as I offered a hand of greeting to Steve. Steve took my hand quickly and shook it firmly. A tentative smile. Definitely. Hmm.

"David... Dad wants to see you right away." I took notice of a worried tone in his voice. Steve turned to my brother... "Dad said you can come, too, Donald. But, he wants to see David."

Now, Mr. McKuen rarely sends someone to get me. Whatever this was, it was important.

"Let's go," I replied, as I nodded toward the front offices.

Steve led me and my brother into his dad's office. There... was the General Manager, Bob Speck, and Mr. McKuen. Both men stood as we entered Mr. McKuen's spacious office. Both men shook our hands... with smiles... that looked suspicious.

"Have a seat, gentlemen," Mr. McKuen gestured to the conference table to the side. A pitcher of water and glasses in the center of the table. Mr. McKuen smiled to us all, but I could sense a tiny sense of tension in his voice. And, where in the hell was Clint Stevens. I've never had a meeting with Mr. McKuen, without Stevens present.

After taking our seats... I was next to my brother, and Steve McKuen separated me from his father at the table. Speck was across from me.

"OK. We got the Angels to take care of this week," McKuen began, cheerfully. Still... I sensed a tone of worry.... concern.

"The team is ready, Sir," I offered. "We've worked hard. Everyone is healthy." I saw Speck tense up a little. I looked Mr. McKuen straight in the eye. "What's going on?" I stated firmly. "Everyone seems a little up tight and it's making me up tight." I saw my brother nod in agreement. "And, where is Clint Stevens? He's always been present when I'm in this room."

As calmly as I have ever seen McKuen... he looked me right in the eye, and leaned back in his chair like a king...

"You're here, because Clint isn't here," he began. A short pause and I saw him swallow...

"Clint died in his sleep last night."

On these words, I felt my stomach lurch in my chest, and I thought the entire organ was going to spew out of my mouth. I was speechless. A rational thought escaped me. I turned to Donald and saw he had the same feelings. We both looked at each other as though the world had come to an end.

As my brother and I glared at each other in disbelief... McKuen...

"The police suspect, either a heart attack, or stroke. I've reached out to his wife, Brenda. Obviously, she's distraught."

Jesus. Clint Stevens. 58 years old, 36 years of marriage, five adult children, 12 grandchildren. For active managers, number 2 in career wins. The smartest man in baseball, in my book. A baseball genius.

I turned to McKuen and blink hard. Tears falling from the corners of my eyes.

"I don't know what to say," I choked.

McKuen eyed me with a steely eye and took a moment before speaking...

"I'm naming you, David... the field manager for the Kansas City Royals, effective immediately. You'll be a player-manager for the remainder of the season."

I felt like I had been hit in the stomach with a bat. I blinked hard... twice.

"You have lost your mind?" I snapped. "What the hell? Me?"

"I have not lost my mind," McKuen chuckled. "I am making a business decision based on my assessment of you, and Clint Stevens' assessment of you."

"What?" I managed to say, in disbelief. I never felt so distraught and bewildered in my life.

"Clint Stevens has sat in this office, the last two years, and told me, over and over again, that you... David Brantley, are the smartest, most learned player he has ever coached and managed." I saw him breathe. "Clint is the one who convinced me to trade for you, and it paid off with a World Series win. Clint believed in you. I believe in you. I need you, right now, David Brantley. To lead the Kansas City Royals into the playoffs. And, before you start questioning my judgement, I did consider promoting one of the coaches to take over. I just don't...... Well... I think the coaching staff is best for the Royals in their current positions. I want you to use them like Stevens used them." McKuen stood and gestured for me, and the others to stand. He came to me and took my hand. "You are a natural born leader, David. I need the best leader on the team to lead us into a difficult future. I believe you are the only one who can do it. Lead us, David."

"OK," I choked, as I squeezed my boss's hand. "I'm gonna need help."

Looking me straight in the eye, with a fat smile on his face... with confidence in his tone...

"Steve... Anything David wants, get it for him. David, I'm sending an intern to you as an assistant. With orders to shadow you for anything you need. Work his ass off."

Our hands still in a grip, I pulled Mr. McKuen a little closer... I drilled my eyes into his... "I still think you're crazy. I'm only 28 years old and I've got a bad OCD problem."

"You also have teammates who admire everything about you," he replied, with a cool, relaxed tone... Squeezing our hand shake a little tighter.

He released his grip of my hand and stood near the door of his office... "Let's go. I have an announcement to the team in the locker room. Then we have a press conference. Don't worry, David. After this is all over, I'm either gonna to be crazy; like you say, or... when we win the World Series, I'm gonna be the most brilliant man on the planet."

He let go of a very good, hardy laugh. I felt relief, unexpectedly enter my body and soul. I turned and looked to my brother...

"You can do it, David," he offered. "I think Mr. McKuen, is crazy, too. But... he's right. I believe in you. I always have. Just as you have believed in me." He stepped forward and took me into his arms. Our firm embrace... an embrace I've longed for our entire lives. Donald's whisper into my ear... "I'm gonna make sure I don't disappoint you, or our teammates. Anything you want, tell me. I'll do it."

I choked on a tear, while still in my brother's arms... "I know," I croaked. "I love you." As always, my brother and I broke our embrace without a word. I turned toward Mr. McKuen.

As I neared him, to leave the office, he put his hand on my shoulder...

"Be yourself, David. I won't ask for anything, other than... be yourself."

*****

On the way to the locker room...

McKuen told me not to worry about Clint Stevens, and his family. That he would take care of everything, personally. My job, he said, is to beat the Los Angeles Angels. Also, I told Mr. McKuen, that I didn't want any distractions between now, and game time, by the press. No questions at the press conference today. I would make a statement, and then go to work. No interviews until after the game tomorrow night. He quickly agreed and ordered Steve to take care of it. I stopped Donald before we went into the locker room...

"I need you more than ever," I began. "I need you to..."

"Rally the team," he interrupted, with a huge ass smile. "You'll always need me, David." He laughed hard, again. "But don't worry. McKuen is right. The entire team will rally around you and will do anything you say. But here's the deal..." He pushed his index finger into my chest and spoke at the same time... "They're gonna expect you to be David Brantley. So... be David. Not Stevens, or anyone else. You'll quickly lose their respect if you try to be, anything, or anyone, else. And..." Donald emphasized is last word with a hard punch to my sternum with the back of his fist. "I'll kick your ass if I so much as think you're fuckin' this up."

Mr. McKuen, Steve, Speck, and my brother roared a laugh. I laughed, too. Leave it to Donald to relieve the tension and relax the atmosphere. Seconds later, I was in the middle of the locker room. With what seemed like a million eyes staring at me. I saw Robin, standing at the entrance to the training room, and there was a worried look on her face. Then...

McKuen announced to the team, coaches, and staff that Stevens had died. As expected, tears and disbelief flooded the locker room. I held back my emotions, but I could see Robin was losing it. Tears streaming down her cheeks. I made a gesture to her... to come to me. Just as she arrived and took my hand...

"Players... Coaches... Staff," Mr. McKuen continued. After a long pause. Holding his hand above his head. Then...

"I've named David Brantley as the field manager, until the end of the season."

I felt Robin squeeze the fuck out of my hand. I heard her gasp... ending in a tiny squeak. My throat tried to close up with emotion. I fought back. I tried to smile to her. Her smile seemed worried. McKuen continued... "There's no question, since the arrival of David, this team became, not just a winning team, but a team for the ages. A team that will be remembered by Kansas City, and it's fans. With David's presence, this team became a 'team.'" He emphasized his last word. "I don't need to point out the great qualities of David for you. You already know them. So... the Kansas City Royals need you to rally around David. Do not worry about the Stevens family. I will personally be taking care of them. Clint Stevens, I'm sure, would argue, get the job done, then mourn. Let me do the mourning for you until the end of the playoffs." He paused and looked at each and every person assembled in the locker room. "I truly believe, this team is a World Series team. With, or without, Clint Stevens. It's up to each of you to believe in yourselves, and the new leadership I have given you. Go beat the Angels, and send the world a message."

The entire locker room exploded in cheers. I felt emotion's attempt to overpower me. I refused. Robin spun in front of me and hugged me around my neck... firmly. My arms around her back. Her head on my shoulder. Her whisper into my ear...

"I believe in you, David. Everyone here believes in you, just like Mr. McKuen believes in you." She kissed me on the lips... quickly. "I'll send flowers, and a card, to the Stevens family for you. You, Mr. Brantley. Get to work." Her smile... her confident smile... nearly killed me, right there.

She kissed me a quick kiss and tried to leave me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back... "Thank you," I offered, over the deafening roar of my teammates. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two, one hundred dollar bills. Forcing them into her hand. "Let me know if this isn't gonna do it for the flowers. And... I fear you're gonna see the monster in me. The OCD and the extra responsibilities."

Her sassy smirk, and cocky reply... "I can tame you any time I want. If I see it getting out of control, all I have to do is send Donald after you." She kissed me and left for the training room. Her sexy ass... Wiggling inside her trousers. Damn.

I endured a few minutes of my teammates telling me how much they are looking forward to the remainder of the season. High fives, smiles, and slaps on the back and butt.

"OK... OK..." I raised my hand over my head... "Just a quick comment before I have to leave for a press conference." A few moments later, the room was quiet. "I didn't expect this, and you didn't either. But, all of us are here, and all of us are the same person, as we were yesterday. Play the game like you've played it all year. Like it's gonna be the last game of your career. Clint Stevens loved the game of baseball. Right up to the end." I paused and choked back the lump in my throat. "This is a wakeup call. Baseball can't last forever. I am..." I emphasized my last two words. "Gonna play baseball like it will be the last time, ever. And, I want to win it!"

"HELL, YEAH!" Boone roared from just a few feet away.

I was mobbed by my teammates. Congratulating me. Looking forward to the playoffs as their leader. Steve McKuen had to pull me out of the locker room for the press conference.

I love baseball. And... the teammates who love the game, with me.

*****

I had nothing to do with it.

Except, I did tell the pitching coach, Rodrigo Ortega, that he was in charge of the pitching. His call for the starters, and relievers. That, I would only make suggestions.

And, maybe I changed up the lineup... a lot. And, maybe... I played several bench players as starters. And, maybe... I put in pinch hitters and pinch runners when I felt I needed them. I did all of this way more than Stevens would've done it.

After that...

The Royals slaughtered the Angels in four games... 28 to 7.

Then, we slaughtered the Blue Jays in four games for the AL title... 32-5.

And, after each game, I told the media...

"I had nothing to do with it. Clint Stevens is guiding me, and my teammates... in our hearts."

Then, after the win over the Blue Jays... at the press conference... my uniform soaked in beer and champagne from our pennant win... and after my chance to raise the AL trophy... I reported to the press that I had nothing to do with it... and, a woman reporter up front said...

"I'm calling bullshit on that," she asserted. "You lead the team in RBIs, hits, and total bases in these eight games. And... you have done many things that Clint Stevens hasn't done all year. New lineup starters and, pinch runners, and hitters. Something Clint Stevens rarely did."

I saw she was about to continue, and I interrupted... "And..." I blurted. "The starting lineups each got hits and three fourths of the players got at least one run. Call it bullshit, ma'am. But I'm tellin' ya, right now. We wouldn't have won any of the games without the fielding and offensive contributions from every player who took the field."

"Subtract the contributions of the other players," she snapped. "And your numbers would have won the games alone."

"Baseball is a team sport," I growled. "Subtract all you want," I fumed. "The Angels and Blue Jays are great teams. Any one of those games could've been lost to those teams. But... it was a team effort to win them all. I will not take credit for the wins, because my teammates won those games. The coaches, won those games. Not me. The training staff, and the front office, won those games. Not me. And... the pitching. No one here has mentioned the pitching. The Royals pitching staff pitched 8 games. 72 innings. And allowed 12 runs. That's a 1.50 ERA for the team. One shutout. Rodrigo Ortega, the pitching coach, had absolute control over the pitching staff, and the selection of the starters and relievers."

With my hands and fingers I counted out...

"Johnson. Zinser. Fraser. MacAlyan. Castro. Mendez. Angelo. Marks. Cotton. Parker. Harris, and Urquhart. These pitchers are part of the team called the Royals. I've never seen a pitching performance by so many pitchers on the same team. I'm tellin' ya, right now. These men won both series for us. They kept the other team off the bases and allowed the offense to flourish."

I took a few more questions about the upcoming World Series against the Pittsburgh Pirates. When I entered the locker room, still in my wet uniform, I was mobbed by my teammates. They had watched the press conference and they told me... "Thank you. For everything." I was grateful. I love my teammates. My brother... his arm around my shoulder... his words in my ear...

"You said all the right things, David. Everyone appreciates what you're doing and how you're sellin' it to the fans. Thanks for not fuckin' it up." I hugged my brother. I held him like I didn't want to let him go. I could hear my teammates cheering the both of us.

After about ten minutes, the place began to calm down. I turned to my locker and my girlfriend was standing there. Sexy as ever. Still in her head trainer uniform. Sassy smile on her lips. Sexy, piercing eyes.

My girlfriend. Lover. Is absolutely, the hottest woman on the planet. Sexy, inside and out. She loves me back when I love her.

Still in Toronto, the team would stay overnight and travel the next morning. As I approached Robin, she took me into her arms. Kissed me. Good. I pulled her into my chest and held her. So soft. Feminine. Sexy. Our lips and tongues in a gentle duel. A couple of my teammates began to howl like dogs. Robin broke our kiss, placed her lips next to my ear, and held me firm in her arms...

"I've had enough of this sleeping in separate rooms, the last three weeks. You working your ass off, and we only have time at meals to be together." She hissed in my ear. "I'm fuckin' your brains out tonight. When I come to your room, you better let me in."

"Not my room, Lover," I hissed, in return. "I'm coming to your room."

*****

Robin answered the door, fully nude.

Damn, she's hot.

Her athletic body. Slender. Firm. Fantastic tits. Fantastic ass. Silky, dark brown skin. Slender neck. Slender shoulders. Long legs and arms. Slender hands. And...

Fantastic facial features.

Donald showed me a photo of this, Janelle Monáe. I agree with Robin, that she doesn't look like Janelle, like Donald and I look... being identical twins. However, Robin could easily be a sister to this woman, with an uncanny resemblance. And... I think Robin is much prettier than Janelle Monáe.

I closed the door behind me and she pulled me into her hotel room by my hand. Looking me straight into my eye, she began unbuttoning my shirt. Kissing my neck, chest, and nipples, as Robin unzipped my trousers. Minutes later, I was standing before her, fully nude. My engorged cock at half-mast... pointing straight at Robin. Throbbing and twitching to my heartbeat.

Robin's hand on the back of my neck, as she kissed my lips. Stoking my cock with her other hand. Gently scratching her nipples against my hairy chest. Moaning into our kiss. I palmed her left tit with my hand. Caressing it with my fingers and hand. Feeling the feminine weight of her breast in my hand. My other hand on her back... pressing her into my body. My dick pressed against her belly.

I have a hard time keeping my eyes off her sexy tits. A woman's tits drives me mad, and Robin's are the sexiest of them all. Her tits... "Sssss," I hiss at the sight.

Not large. Not small. Perfect for her petite, yet athletic torso. Teardrop shaped with erect nipples. "Fuck," I slur in my thoughts. Black nipples. Against dark brown skin. Erotic. My dick is getting harder as I continue to stare at her tits.

Robin turns for the bed. As she climbs in... "I want you to suck my titties. While I straddle you. Remember?"

"I do," I replied, as I made for my Lover's bed. In seconds, I had my lips around her right breast. Her legs straddling my torso, as I lay on my side. I slurped her nipple and she gently caressed my dick. Her other hand on the back of my neck... pulling me into her erotic breast. As I nibbled and sucked her stiff nipple...

"Fuck," she slurred, and drew out her expletive... gently quivering in our embrace. "You're so sexy, David. Watching you these past three weeks..." She hissed as I nibbled her stiff nub. "Fuck...... I'm so turned on right now. I love a confident man. A man who knows what he wants in his work. You're so fuckin' hot on a baseball field. In the dugout. In the locker room." A moment later, Robin...

"Ho---ly... fuck," she slurred, as I sucked hard on her nipple. "You just gave me a mini orgasm." She grabbed my face and began kissing me. Aggressively. Her tongue outdueling mine. Her breathing... heavy... staccato. Soft, cute squeaks as she inhaled. Still straddling my torso, her hips bumping her pussy against my waist. I could smell her arousal... the sexual aroma seeping into my blood from my nose. My brain on high alert. Seconds, later...

"On your knees," she commanded, in a firm tone. She pulled herself from my clutches, grabbed a bottle of JoJo by her bed, applied it to her hand, and stroked my dick. On her hands and knees, Robin backed her pussy up to my dick. She grabbed my cock from between her legs, placed the tip at her slick entrance, and pushed her body backward. As my dick slowly slipped through her silky, velvety folds...

"OhMyGod," she mumbled, with a hiss, as she dipped her head and shoulders. "Holy fuck, David. I've missed you so much." She craned her neck to look at me and I saw her eyes roll back into her head. Her pussy had a firm grip on my dick. I could feel her pelvic muscles squeezing me. Damn. My eyes rolled back at the sensation of her pussy accepting my dick. Energy from her pussy creeped through my dick and into my spine and brain. A second later, Robin began rocking back and forth on her hands and knees. Fucking herself with my dick... slowly... driving me insane. My eyes rolling back every few seconds and my breaths, staccato. It was difficult to refrain from thrusting. Her pussy... so fuckin' tight. I was groaning in my throat at the fantastic sensations crawling through out my body and brain. Just as I looked down to see my cock sliding back and forth through her slickened pussy, Robin softly squeaked and began a gentle quiver throughout her body. She mumbled something. Her head gently bobbing an affirmative motion. Mumbled, hissed words from her lips. The body quiver, only a few seconds.

I leaned forward, reached around Robin, and grabbed her with both hands below her throat and above her titties. I pulled her back toward me. Then, I began thrusting. A rhythmic, moderate rate. Her back nearly to my chest as I held her in place. She hissed... she mumbled... she gently squeaked when she inhaled air. Within a minute... my Robin...

"Yes......... Oh God, Yes......... Keep fuckin' me...... OhMyGod, keep fuckin' me..." Then... "YES!!!! OhGodYes!!!!" she screamed. Robin went into a body seizing orgasm. Shaking violently in my clutches. I gently let her down onto her tummy.

Robin spun around on her knees, grabbed my dick, and began fellating me. I stopped breathing and rolled my eyes back as she pulled fantastic suction on my cock. I gently laid my hands on top of her head as she bobbed on my dick. Just seconds of brain melting cock sucking, Robin stood on her knees, pushed on my chest and...

"On your back. I'm on top," she ordered. A desperate tone in her command.

Robin rides cock very well. I was looking forward to it. Even more so, her titties wiggling as she fucks me. It only took moments before Robin was riding me like a horse. Thrusting her hips forward and backward across my pubis... grinding her pussy against my pubis, as my dick twirled inside her silky folds. Her hands keeping balance on my upper chest. Concentration on her face. Her eyes rolling back every few seconds. Her tight curls gently bouncing on her head. Her titties wiggling on her chest. Mumbled expletives from her sexy lips. Fuck, I'm gonna go mad at the sight of her titties. I caught a quick glimpse of her swollen clitoral hood. Sexy.

Again, Robin hissed, as she fucked me... pushing downward on my pubis... grinding her pussy forward and backward on my hips. It was beautiful.

From her lips... Mumbled expletives. Soft, gentle squeaks when she took a breath. She... Wheezed. Whined. And whimpered. Between her noises...

"You're so deep." And...

"I've missed being with you, Baby." She drew out her last word. It was cute, because she inhaled and squeaked with the word, "Baby."... On the "y" part, was the squeak.

Robin fucked me for a good two minutes. Then, I reached around her back, pulled her into my chest, and began fuckin' her from below. She squelched and squeaked into my shoulder and ear as I thrust upward into her pussy. Robin began whimpering loudly.

"It feels so fuckin' good," she wheezed. "Gawd, I've missed you!"

Signaling an imminent...

"I'm cumming!...... I'm cumming on your fat cock!....... RIGHT!...... FUCKIN'!...... NOW! I'mCumming!"

And... Robin did.

Violently shaking in my arms as her pussy attempted to milk my cock of cum. I spanked her cute ass with both hands and she squealed into my ear.

"Holy Fuck, David," she whimpered, as she rose from my shoulder. She kissed me, aggressively. Slapping my lips and tongue with her tongue and lips. Then... "Please don't stop fuckin' me. Please?" A plea in her tone.

I reached around her back and rolled her over... onto her back. Standing on my knees, I parted her legs... I took my dick in hand, placed it at the entrance of her pussy, and pushed forward with my hips. Placing my hands onto the mattress, and letting her long, slender legs fall against the inside of my braced arms. I had her legs wide open to receive me. When I began slowly thrusting... Robin's high pitched voice...

"You're fuckin' me so good, right now. I love your dick, Baby."

She began twinkling her little clit with her fingers as I steadily thrust my dick through her tight pussy. Again, energy from Robin, flooding my body through our sexual connection. My eyes rolled back... I gasped for air... I groaned and moaned.

My Lover... in a desperate tone... Her fist clinching the sheets above her head.... my lover, screeching in a strangled tone...

"Keep fuckin' me, Baby...... Don't stop, don't stop...... Please, don't stop...... I'm gonna..."

I watched in amazement, Robin's eyes disappear into her brain. The veins in her hand, and arm, bulging as she tried to tear the sheets from her bed. The veins in her neck, pulsating... her titties...

Gentle quivers in tight circles...

"Holy fuck," I growled, at the sight. "Your tits are driving me insane."

I'm nearly certain she didn't hear me through her fantastic orgasm. I admit... I'm amazed with myself, that I'm able to give a woman an orgasm when I fuck her. I don't know why, because it just came naturally after the first time I screwed a woman in college. But in Robin's case, it's special.

Her unique personality and athletic body are a new encounter for me. Being with Robin is...

Special. Unique. Erotic. My feelings for her, I'm sure, is the reason I feel the wonderful energy from her when we... make love. Fuck. Screw.

After giving my lover a second orgasm in this position, I fall into her body. Her arms naturally take me into her chest. Her titties pressed into my chest. I breathe hot breath into her neck and shoulder. I lift my hips and thrust. Lift my hips and thrust. A moderate, rhythmic pace. And Robin responds to me...

"OhMyGod," she wheezed into my ear. Her hand on the back of my neck and her other hand raking fingernails on my right shoulder. Her cheek against my neck. Her chin on my shoulder...

"You're fuckin' me too good..." Followed by... a whimper... an inhaled soft squeak... mumbled words... a wheeze... an inhaled soft squeak... mumbled words... an inhaled soft squeak... whiney words, in a crescendo...

"Holy fuck, it feels so good..."... an inhaled soft squeak.

More squeaks. More wheezing. More whines. More whimpers. More expletives. In a strained, subdued voice... as I continue to thrust my thick cock through her tight, slippery, silky pussy. Seconds later...

Her legs begin quivering against the sides my chest. Her feet shaking in the air. Her whimpered words quivering in her throat. For only seconds... then...

She begins pushing at me. Tugging at me. Urging to me to get off of her. I rose from her chest, neck, and shoulder. She snatched my neck and shoulder and pulled me into an aggressive kiss. Whining and whimpering into my mouth with her lips. Her pussy thrusting against my pubis with my dick still inside of her. Her desperate words... kissing me aggressively...

"I want you to cum..." Kissing me... "Fuck me." Kissing me... "Fuck my pussy."

I wrenched myself from her clutches, rose to my knees, flipping her body onto her tummy like a rag doll, pushed her legs together, straddled her thighs, pointed my dick at her slick entrance, leaned forward, and...

Robin howled a grateful howl, as my dick slithered through the length of her wonderful pussy. One hand on her lower back. Another on her shoulder, at the base of her neck. I lifted my hips and thrust. My legs and pubis impacted her sexy ass cheeks. Then, I thrust again. The impact echoing from the wall of the hotel room.

"YES!" she screamed into the bedsheets, on my second thrust. "FUCK ME OUT, DAVID!" She squeaked out a squeak on her inhaled breath... "FUCK ME OUT!"

That last announcement had to have been heard down the hallway of the hotel. I feared the rooms next door would be calling the front desk. But that didn't stop me from...

Fucking Robin.

She grabbed a pillow and began screaming into it, as my dick continued to aggressively fuck my girlfriend. My legs and pubis slapping against my Lover's bubbly, cute, and athletic ass. I'm wheezing at the exertion. Gasping for oxygen. The muscles in my body strained, and beginning to sting. My dick...

Loving the fantastic sensation of being inside my Lover. Exquisite signals from Robin's pussy... into my dick... shooting throughout my pelvis, body, brain, and soul.

Within moments, I had this involuntary, selfish need. I briefly heard Robin...

"You're so deep!"

My selfish need consumed me. My balls erupted with cum. My cum raked nerves. My pelvic muscles squeezed.

"Oh, Fuck!" I managed to croak. "Oh, Fuck!"

As my cum left my body and shot into my Lover's pussy, I made disgusting groans, moans, and growls. My body involuntarily forced me to push myself further into my sexy Lover. What seemed like hours, was only a matter of a few seconds.

I had held my breath. I made a disgusting, audible inhale...

"Damn," I groaned. I realized Robin was howling, a soft howl into the mattress.

I collapsed onto the prone body of Robin. My full weight upon her. My dick slowly softening within her. As soon as the fog left my brain, I realized Robin was purring like a kitten. Humming softly within her throat.

"I'm keeping you close," she whispered... Her words partially mumbled... the left side of her face pressed against the mattress. "You're too good to give up."

"Damn, Girl," I croaked. I took three breaths. "That was fantastic." I had a mouthful of her hair... My hand feebly reached to remove the strands. I then noticed, I was soaked in sweat. Robin was, too.

I rolled off to the side. Robin made no attempt to right herself from her face down position. Robin... in a whisper...

"I'm still horny."

"OK," I wheezed. "I need to take a leak and get a glass of water. Want any water?"

"Yes. Thank you."

We both rested against the headboard... side by side... totally nude... sipping water from cold bottles retrieved from the mini-bar. I'm tellin' ya... It's really hard for me to avoid staring at Robin's titties. I can feel my dick firming up.

"You know... you have the absolute respect of all your teammates."

"Yeah," I replied, after gulping a big swallow of water. "And, that worries me."

"Why?" Robin replied, in her sexy voice. She turned to side face me. I smiled. She smiled.

"I really expected to lose a few games these past two series. In four days, we begin the series in Pittsburgh. What if... I fuck it up? Will everyone expect me to give them a series sweep after what we've done so far? Because, I don't think that's gonna happen. The Pirates are as good as we are. I mean. I really think their pitching is better than ours." I paused and gave Robin a concerned look. "Am I overreacting? OCD wise?"

"I think you are," she whispered. She squinted her sexy eyes and smiled a sassy smile. "Maybe the fans will expect it, but your teammates are pragmatic. I hear them in the locker room, and in the dugout. Their grounded. They know the eight straight was a rare achievement." She pause for a microsecond. "You know... Every time I look at you... you are 'so' good looking. More than any other man I've ever known. I can see why Donald makes the money in modeling. He has the face and build. You're an exact copy of your brother. But..."

Robin set her bottle of water on the night stand, swung a leg over my waist, and sat in my lap... on her knees. Her hands on the sides of my face. Her lips just millimeters from mine. I could feel her breath on my face.

"I like being with you, because of your humility. Your confidence in yourself, and your actions. Your commitment to your work that you love. Always giving to others, before yourself." She kissed me. Gently licking my lips and asking to enter. Our kiss... sexy. Meaningful. "Every time I need your attention, you close your computer. Stop brushing your teeth. Push your plate away from the table, and look me in the eye. Like... with a demeanor of absolute interest. Like, nothing else in the room exists, but you and me. I love that about you."

"Thank you," I whispered. "That means a lot to me. That you appreciate me as a man, instead of a baseball player. I do it because... everyone deserves attention. I enjoy what another has to say, no matter the topic. And, I especially enjoy listening to you. You have a pleasing, caring voice. Your attitude with others is the same. I can immediately see the person you're talking to, relax and smile. People love you, Robin. Respect you. Especially, me."

"Aaaah," she hummed. "Thank you."

She slithered her tongue into my mouth and challenged me to a duel. Her hairband gone, her tight curls fell into her face and brushed my forehead, and eyebrows. As our kiss became more passionate, my dick began to grow against her butt. If she didn't move soon, I would have a full boner in an awkward position. Still sitting in my lap...

"Kiss my titties," she whispered.

With her hands on my shoulders, I leaned forward and kissed her right tit. Slurping on the black nipple and teasing it with my teeth and tongue. Robin's hand on the back of my head, she pressed my lips into her tittie... smashing my mouth and nose into her breast flesh.

"You're so sexy, David. So fuckin' hot," she hissed, as my lips gave her left tit a little attention.

She lifted her hips and my dick sprung into a normal, aroused position against my belly, as I sat and leaned against the headboard. Robin sat back down... sliding her wet pussy slit against the underside of my dick. Her hands on the back of my neck for leverage and balance. Squeezing her titties between her arms. Damn! A sexy sight.

Within moments she was closing her eyes and hissing breaths from her lips. Soft squeaks as she inhaled. Pushing her pussy forward and backward against my dick. I was hands off... staring intently at my Lover's perfect tits, as her rubbing against me took a faster pace. Her wheezing and whimpering becoming staccato and erratic. Mumbles from her throat.

In strangled words... "Your dick is too good, Baby. I love your dick. Big, but just right for me. When I'm not with you, I fantasize about being with you. With you inside of me. Holy fuck..."

By now, Robin had worked herself into a frenzy. Sliding her pussy back and forth on the underside of my dick at a quickened pace. She was gagging for breath. Her grip on my neck and shoulders... firm, because of her aggressive thrusts.

She stopped thrusting, left me, reached across for the JoJo, drizzled it onto my throbbing cock, tossed the bottle off the bed, ordered me to lie down on my back, swung a leg over me, took my dick in hand, lowered her pussy to the tip, and slowly inserted my dick into her pussy. As my dick slithered the length of her pussy... Robin whimpered...

"So... fuckin'... good...... so fuckin' good inside of me. Oh, fuck." She looked down on me with slitted eyes... "You feel like your touching my lungs. Holy fuck. You feel so good, Baby."

Robin then, grabbed her tits in both her hands... then, began pushing her pussy forward and backward across my waist and hips. My dick twirling inside her firm, tight pussy.

My ass muscles flexed. My eyes rolled back into my head. My breathing stopped. Amazing how a woman can do this to a man. Amazing how Robin can immobilize me.

Within moments, Robin placed her hands on my upper chest and began fucking herself with my dick. Lifting her hips up and pushing down... my dick pumping the length of her pussy. Robin... Whimpering. Wheezing. Soft, cute squeaks on her inhaled breath. Moaning. Groaning. Growling from her throat. A mumbled "fuck" here and there. "So good" on occasion. A good portion of her weight through her hands and into my chest. Within a couple of minutes, Robin began mumbling something about cumming and she did. Hard. A subdued screech and she fell into my arms. Whining into my neck and shoulder...

"It feels so fuckin' good," she whined. "I don't want it to stop."

I wrapped my arms around Robin and began fuckin' her from below. Pumping my dick through her slicken tunnel. Within moments, Robin began screeching into the pillow over my right shoulder. Repeating the word... "fuck," over and over. Many times. In a crescendo.

I could feel her pussy cumming on my dick. A fantastic sensation. Robin's orgasm complete, she grabbed my face and began aggressively kissing me. Mumbling into my lips...

"More, Baby. I want more."

Again, I fucked her from below with arms around her back. My lips in her upper chest below her neck. I was breathing aggressively... hot breath ricocheting from her chest, back into my face. Within seconds she was quaking in my arms... whining a high pitch whine over the top of my head. Again she took my face into her hands and kissed me. Then... just millimeters from my face... so close, her eyes were crossed...

"When you cum, I want to swallow. Tell me, Baby... I want a dirty drink.

On those words, I rolled Robin off of me... onto her back. I stood on my knees between her parted legs, inserted my dick into her pussy and began fuckin' her. I pushed her legs back and placed my hands on the back of her thighs. Long stroking her pussy with my dick. She began twinkling her little clit with her fingers, and palming her left tittie. Teasing her nipple with her fingers. Her eyes rolling back. Whining and wheezing from her throat and lips. No more than 30, to 40 seconds, of good, long stroke fuckin'...

"Oh... Fuck," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum." I could feel Robin's pussy pulling the cum from my balls. I withdrew from her fantastic pussy, took my dick in hand and pointed it toward my sexy Lover. She wiggled off her back, took my dick with her hand, and swallowed the tip of my dick.

"AHRRRG!" I managed utter, before my cum began to spill from my tiny slit. I looked down on Robin through slitted eyes. Her lips around the tip of my thick cock, she was swallowing my cum like drinking water. I could see her throat muscles flexing as she gulped my cum.

My body shivered as my orgasm neared completion. The next thing I knew, Robin was face to face with me on her knees. Her arms around my neck and her tits pressed into my chest. Slithering her tongue down my throat. I could taste the remnants of my cum on her lips.

Damn. What a fuck.

What a woman. I managed...

"A dirty drink? I've never heard it call that."

*****

The next day, my brother was waiting on me, and Robin, at the entrance to the hotel before we boarded the bus to the airport.

His arms crossed. Looking directly at me with a stern look. As I neared him, with Robin on my arm...

"What?" I queried.

Donald looked at Robin with the same stern look. Then to me.

"Everyone on the 7th floor heard you two last night. Do you two..."

"What?" Robin interrupted, with a sharp tongue. Her glare at my brother... piercing.

"What?" Donald replied, with an even dirtier glare. "Your performance last night gave me, and the team on the 7th, a vivid imagination of what, might be going on in your room."

Before Robin could speak...

"Let it go, Donald."

"Let it go?" my brother replied, with arched eyebrows. "Last night, there was no way to let it go." He briefly looked at Robin and then to me... "I'd bet many on the floor are jealous. Myself included." He then winked at me. Then, winked to Robin, before he turned and boarded the bus.

"I don't care what they think," my Lover snapped, as she stepped in front of me. "So what I'm noisy. I can't help it when... Well... we'll talk about it when we get home. I'm not ashamed with being with you, David."

When Robin and I boarded the bus, I felt like there were a million eyes on us. With wicked smiles on the lips of my teammates.

*****

It was top of the first inning.

The first game. In Pittsburgh.

McNamara on the mound for the Pirates.

Two out and no one on. Boone with a 0-2 count.

I had been watching McNamara closely since the game began. The fucker had been pitching everyone inside. Too much inside, in my opinion. And... I had a feeling, there was a purpose. After that second swing and miss by Boone, I looked down to the other end of the dugout to my brother and he was looking at me. He knew what I suspected was about to happen. I saw it in his eyes.

I barked out an order to my teammates...

"If anyone leaves the dugout during this game, because of a controversial call, I will suspend you for the remainder of the Series. Don't you dare test me. If I have to suspend the entire team, I'll forfeit the World Series."

It would be an understatement to say I received some of the weirdest looks I've ever seen. I did my best to ignore them.

I turned and grabbed the phone to the bull pen. Zinser answered...

"Tell everyone out there this... If anyone leaves the bullpen because of a controversial call, or without my permission, I'll suspend them for the remainder of the World Series. Repeat back to me what I just said, and I want to hear you tell everyone what I said."

I stood there for a moment as I heard Zinser yell out my order over the phone. I hung up and walked to the home plate side of the dugout.

Before I knew it, my brother was standing next to me... "What do you need from me?"

Still looking at McNamara from the dugout... and McNamara staring me down, too, I replied...

"Rally the team. Tell them it's important they stay in the dugout."

"Are you about to pull a Coach Frost?"

I nodded as I stared down McNamara... who, was staring at me before he began his wind up. I sensed Donald left my side, and I heard him speaking to the team.

Then... the pitch.

"BALL!"

Boone bailed out of the right side of the batter's box to keep from being hit in the head.

"TIME!" I roared, as I stepped out of the dugout. An angry look on my face as I neared the umpire at home. He saw me and met me half way...

"I know what you're thinkin', Brantley. It wasn't that close."

"Wasn't close?" I snarled. Staring intently into his brown eyes, which were intense, and professional. I saw the first base umpire stand next to me.

"If anyone on my team gets hit by a pitch, I'm filing a protest with the league. That pitch on Boone nearly hit him in the ear."

"Get back to the dugout, or I'm calling Boone out for delay of game," he snapped.

I snarled in my throat, spun on a toe, and faced McNamara as I returned to the third base dugout. Then...

"What the fuck are you lookin' at, Brantley?!" McNamara roared... in my direction, from the pitching mound. Anger on his face.

Continuing my walk back to the dugout... "A cheap ass pitcher! A full-on prick!"

I turned to face the dugout and continued walking. Then, I heard the crowd begin to roar. I turned to my right and McNamara was running for me. I saw him throw his glove to the ground as he left the pitcher's mound.

I turned and continued walking to the dugout. Taking the first step down the step and turning around for McNamara. By now, he was within feet of me and the entire Pirates bench was headed in our direction. Infielders right behind McNamara. Just as McNamara was about to reach me, I backed up down the steps and deep into the dugout.

McNamara slipped on the steps, falling face first into the Royals dugout. Soon, Pirates were swarming the dugout, like a nest of hornets. Throwing fists. Screaming obscenities.

I saw Donald grab a Pirate by the arm and twist the man to the ground. Chet Riley threw a fist and broke the nose of another. Blood splattering everywhere.

I caught a fist in my right jaw and fell to the floor.

It was surreal.

Stunned from the blow.

It seemed like hours.

I felt myself lifted from the floor. I turned to find a police officer hold me upright.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I don't know."

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Police were everywhere. Dragging Pirates out of the Royals dugout by their arms and legs. I lost track of time. I sat on the bench for just a moment and Robin was in front of me on her knees...

"Look at me," she ordered. "Keep your eyes on mine," she snapped. Then, she waved a flashlight in my eyes. For just moment. Then... "Follow my finger without moving your head." I did, as ordered.

"You're fine," she growled. "You stay right here... do you hear me?" She hopped to her feet and ran to the other end of the dugout. McPherson was bleeding from a cut above his eye. A few minutes passed... I stood and walked to the steps of the dugout. Standing on the top step, I watched McNamara arguing with the umpires, along with the Pirates manager. Seconds later, the police escorted McNamara from the field. Along with three other Pirates players. Then, I saw the umpire at third base heading in my direction.

"Brantley!" he snapped. He gestured with his hand... and index finger and thumb. The digits nearly touching... "You're this close to being out of here. One more stunt like that and you'll be gone." He didn't wait for a reply as he turned and walked to third.

Rodrigo Ortega stepped in beside me... "No one left the bullpen." I nodded as I watched the new pitcher warming up. "I saw one of them hit you. Are you alright?"

"NO," Robin snapped, from behind me. "He's not alright. Get down here on the bench, right now." I turned and found my girlfriend scowling, very well. Her arm extended and pointing with her finger toward the bench. Seconds later...

"I have to give you a concussion protocol. It's mandatory."

I nodded.

A few minutes later... Robin... "You're fine." Standing over me with her hands on her hips... an angry look on her face. Donald next to her. In a lowered voice, she continued, with an attitude in her tone... "What the hell were you doing?" She gestured to the other end of the bench. Frogmire was hovering around Mitchell. "Mitchell has a concussion. He's out, for who knows, how long."

There was no doubt Robin was angry. Pissed off. Fuming. The veins in her neck bulging. Her jaw clinched.

I snapped to my feet... "I'll explain after the game. Right now, I have a game to manage." Then, I yelled for my replacement...

"Spencer! You're at third and batting seventh!"

I saw my brother grin a sly grin and squint his eyes... "Nice."

I grabbed Robin's hand... looking into her eyes... "I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt."

A few minutes later, the game resumed. Boone... still at bat with a 1-2 count, slapped a Texas Leaguer into shallow left field. It turned out... That was the last hit the Royals would get for the remainder of the game.

Spencer was nothing less than fantastic at third. Vacuuming up grounders and firing well placed throws to first base.

Bottom of the ninth. No outs. Score 0-0.

Ortega put Zinser in to pitch... to give us another inning.

Zinser looked great as he warmed up. I was confident he would give us that extra inning. But...

I watched the first pitch he delivered... get hit... and, go down the left field foul line... and hit the yellow foul pole.

The stadium exploded in cheers and chants. A walk off home run.

I met Zinser outside the dugout. A pissed off attitude on his face. He side-stepped me into the dugout, threw his glove against the back wall, and overturned the Gatorade. Expletives spewed from his lips, like fire from a dragon. He roared in disgust and entered the locker room. I watched as Donald followed him. The entire team... followed him into the dugout. Leaving me standing there. I turned to see the entire Pirates dugout greeting their hero of the moment at home plate. I also saw three Pirates give me the finger. Expletives from the fans, directed at me, as I entered the dugout for the locker room.

As I entered the locker room...

"I did this to get McNamara out of the game," I barked.

Everyone turned to me.. to listen.

"He was going to hit Boone on the next pitch and I stopped it. I expected him to charge me, and I expected him to enter the dugout. To get him thrown out of the game. I didn't expect the entire Pirates team to follow him." I saw some of my team mates nod. I saw others shake their head.

"This loss is on me," I continued, with confidence in my tone. "I saw a great team, play another great team for nine innings. All of us know... a game is won on every pitch. And... a game is lost on every pitch. Tomorrow... This great team... right here in this room, will come back tomorrow, and give the Pirates as much as they want!"

My teammates roared. Shook my hand. Hugged me. But... not Zinser.

From across the room, Zinser was still pissed. His body language screamed from across the room.

"Zinser!" I roared. He turned to me with a scowl. Fire in his eyes. For a moment, I thought he might attack me. The entire room... quiet. "You're gonna get another chance tomorrow!"

My teammates surrounded Zinser. Slapping him on the back and encouraging him. I turned for my locker and nearly stepped on Robin and Steve McKuen.

"Tell Mr. McKuen, I take full responsibility for the riot in the dugout," I directed to Steve. "If he wants to relieve me, I understand."

Steve waved his phone at me... with a smile... "He's already called. You're still the manager. He did make a request." He smiled wide. "Try your best to keep the other team out of our dugout."

I chuckled, but that was all I could manage. I couldn't get it out of my mind, just how good the Pirates pitching is.

Then, Robin took my hand and squeezed it gently. A comforting smile on her lips. Her sexy eyes. Damn. No words from her lips. I gave her a half-hearted grin. I was still pissed at myself... For only a moment, she let go and turned for the training room.

*****

Amazingly...

We had three games, to one, lead on the Pirates.

The total runs scored in the 4 games, by both teams, was 9.

Game one... 1-0. Game two, 2-1. Game three, 1-0. Game four, 3-1. Pirates pitching is tough. Royals pitching is tough, too.

Zinser got his chance in game 2, as promised. With a 2-1 lead, after the seventh, I asked Ortega to put in Zinser. Zinser came in the bottom of the eighth, and ninth, and put out six straight batters to win the save. And, Zinser would likely be brought in again tonight.

We had a chance to win it all in front of the home crowd in Kansas City in the fifth game.

During batting practice, as I waited my turn at the cage, I couldn't help thinking about Robin and me. Damn... the sex was especially hot this morning. Mmm... as my mind drifted to earlier in the day...

I groaned out of bed, and knew immediately Robin had left my bed, and the room.

Oh, by the way...

Helen sold me her home. And the furnishings, except for a few heirloom items. We closed the deal during the bye week of the playoffs. She was out of the house in three days. Living with her parents until the wedding with Steve McKuen.

Now... I'm in the master bedroom and my sexy girlfriend has taken over the huge walk-in closet!!! Damn!

I put on some cargo shorts, a t-shirt, took a leak in the bathroom... walked barefoot into the living room... then the kitchen...

DAMN!

Standing with her back to me, near the stove, Robin was buttering toast from the toaster. But, not in her usual attire. This morning... a sexy, barely there, lemon yellow bikini. It crossed my mind quickly... and then left... that it was nearly mid-November in Kansas City. It was fucking cold outside.

Her bikini, with her back to me, could barely be seen. Her perky, dark brown ass, the prominent feature, considering, there was nothing covering her ass, except a slender yellow string appearing from her butt crack, to the thin waist band, high on her sexy hips... fuckin' hot!

Before I could say anything... Robin... without turning her attention from the toast...

"Good morning, Sexy."

"Good morning, Lover." I cleared my throat as I stood under the threshold to the kitchen. "I suppose you know it's cold outside and there isn't a warm beach within a thousand miles of here."

I heard her giggle. Damn. Impossible to ignore the slender, athletic woman just 15 feet away. The yellow bikini... a perfect contrast to her sexy, dark brown skin. She chose wisely. Her thong bottoms, fully exposing butt cheeks, riding up her perky ass, appearing out of her butt crack, and hugging her figure perfectly. A slender yellow string across her back for her top. I was getting anxious... to see the second half of this swim suit. My dick was firming up.

Taking another piece of toast from the toaster... still with her back to me... "My sisters and I are going to Miami after the season is over. We do it every year."

"Miami," I slurred, in a low tone. My dick was firming up... some more. She was flexing her perky, bared ass at me. "The bikini makes sense now, but... it's still cold. And... I like what I see so far, Robin. The yellow color is really you. And... your sisters are married, right? Husbands... kids?"

I hadn't met any of Robin's family, but she told me she had two sisters... both older... a younger brother at Georgia Tech. Her dad, a senior engineering manager for the City of Atlanta, and her mother, a teacher's aide at a private high school.

"Yeah," she replied. Still facing away from me. "Paige and Shavon took me there when I graduated from high school. We've been going every year since."

"Yeah?" I mumbled. "I can imagine the trouble three sisters to manage while in Miami... Wearing super-hot bikinis, at that."

I heard a giggle... a hard one. I stepped forward in hopes Robin would turn to face me. And... she did.

Holy fuck!

Leaning against the counter top, with a piece of toast in her hand, a sexy smirk on her lips, and her hip cocked...

Her bottoms, so tight, her sexy pussy mound was well defined. The triangle top, showing peeks of side and inner boob. Nipples on high beam. My dick was still growing. The yellow cloth, like a bright light against her skin. Fuckin' sexy.

"You look so sexy, right now. That is one fantastic bikini, Robin. It's... perfect, for the perfect woman."

"So, David," she replied, her sexy eyebrows arched. I knew from her tone she was going to come back with a smartass comment. "I..." She touched her upper chest, near her throat, as she continued... "Have taken your mind off baseball, for once?" A wicked, yet feminine and sassy tone.

She caught me off guard. But... she was right. Robin managed to relieve me of my baseball thoughts.

"Hell, yeah," I conceded... a tone of frustration. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met, Robin. Absolutely... you take my thoughts away and refuse to give them back until you're ready."

"Mmm," she hissed, then took a bite of her toast. "I have some other bikinis I would like to show you after the World Series. Would you like to see them?"

"Hell, yeah, I do," I replied, with a faux attitude of frustration. She giggled, and bit her toast. Then, winked at me. I began walking toward her... "This is a fantastic surprise, Robin. I certainly didn't expect a bikini in November." Standing just a few inches away from her at her side... a lowered voice from my lips... "You... this very moment... are the most exotic, and erotic, woman I've ever known. I had no idea how exotic you look, when wearing a bikini. This is the first time with me... right?"

Robin gave me her sexy glare. The glare I've come to know when she wants to fuck me. She set her toast on the countertop, placed her arms around my neck, and I pulled her into my chest.

Our kiss... gentle at first, but within seconds, her breathing became short, and urgent. Her tongue attacking mine. Our lips, in battle. Bumping her pubis against my, now... fully engorged, dick. Seconds later...

"I love wearing bikinis, because I feel sexy in them," she slurred, urgently into my mouth. "You're the sexist man I've ever known. And... I'm wearing this one for you, Baby. And..." Robin attempted to strangle me, by forcing her tongue down my larynx. "You're a fantastic lover in bed, David." Robin's breathing was becoming ragged while we continued our kiss. "I've had more orgasms, since I met you in May, than I've ever had before." She kissed me again... aggressively. "I hope I never give you up, David. I can't imagine, ever having a lover, as good as you, Baby."

By now, Robin had her hand inside the front of my shorts... "I'm really, fuckin' horny, right now," she wheezed. Rubbing, and pumping, my massive hard on, while we kissed. I had my fingers inside her bikini top, and pinching her right nipple... Causing her to squeak into my mouth.

Without a word, Robin broke our kiss, grabbed my hand, and dragged my ass into the living room. As we neared the sectional couch, she released my hand, fingered the waist of her bottoms and raked them to her feet. I followed suit, raking my shorts and underwear over my feet. Peeling my Royals t-shirt over my head and tossing it across the room. My thick cock wagging angrily at my lover.

Robin took my hand... leading me backward toward the couch. Forcing me to sit down. She straddled my waist on her knees... Placed a hand on the back of the sectional... Reached between us and pointed my cock at her pussy entrance. Her bikini top covering only one breast. Damn!

She pushed herself onto my dick. Squeaking an inhaled breath. Quickly placing a hand on my chest... the other behind me on the sectional. As her pussy swallowed my dick...

"Ho---ly... Fuck," she whined, as she leaned into me, and kissed my shoulder. "You fill me up, so good, Baby." Gasping out her hot, humid words into my ear. Grinding her pubis against mine.

Her pussy was wet. Sopping wet. As my dick slipped through her velvety folds, there was no resistance. Just tight, hot, muscular pussy. Doing a number on me, right now. Tendrils of sexual desire attacking and flowing through my spine, brain, and blood. My DNA... ignited, and on fire. My cock... seemingly more rigid than I had ever recalled, before. And right then... Robin wheezing... ragged breaths...

"Baby... you're so big. I just need a second. Fuck, David. You feel like a log, right now. Not that you didn't before, but you feel bigger, inside me today."

"Stop talking," I whispered, into her unruly hair.

Robin had left off her headband and her tightly permed curls were everywhere. Parted hair, just right, of centerline of her head. Hair brushing her shoulders. In her face, and in my mouth. I took the palms of my hands and spanked her perky ass... a gentle love tap. She squeaked on her inhale, from the impact. I love her sexy squeaks. I pulled the two string ties on her bikini top, and off it came.

I made to thrust upward inside her. She got the message. She began riding me like a horse. One hand on the back of my neck, and the other on the sectional behind me. Thrusting her pubis and hips forward and backward across my lap. Her titties wigging in front of my face. My dick twirling circles inside her pussy. Her eyes rolling back into her head. Her unruly hair flying in all directions.

Her breaths ragged... staccato... whiney. Soft, gentle, and sexy squeaks, as she inhaled oxygen to her lungs. Whimpering my name... for nearly a minute... Whimpering... and whiney words from her lips...

"It feels so good." Followed by an inhaled squeak.

And... "Fuck it." An inhaled squeak.

And... "I love your dick." An inhaled squeak.

And... "You're so fuckin' deep." An inhaled squeak.

In less than a minute, my lover was screaming... "OhMyGod, David!"... into my shoulder. Her orgasmic pussy punishing my dick. Her cum leaving her pussy, and running down to my balls. Grinding her pussy against my pubis. Her contracting pussy, pummeling my dick. Damn, it feels so good.

Whining... squeaking... whimpering... squelching into my shoulder as her orgasm consumed her. Her titties pressed into my hairy chest. Seconds later, she caught her breath. She righted herself in front of me... her eyes still rolling around inside her head. I slapped her right butt cheek with an open palm, for cumming so good with me.

I stood with her in my arms. Laying her down along the sectional. I hovered above her. My right knee on the sectional. My left foot on the floor...

Her legs spread wide for me to enter her. She was gently pawing at her tittie with one hand, and her left hand was twinkling her little clit. She was still breathing ragged breaths. Watching me, with great, and intense interest, as I guide my dick toward her pussy. She whispered...

"Put it in." Still hyper focusing on my dick. Her hair across her brow and eyes. Sexy.

The tip of my dick at her entrance, I pushed forward. Falling onto my stiff arms, with hands beside my lover. As my dick slithered through her silky tunnel... Robin's desperate words...

"Fuck me, Baby. I want you so..."

I cut off her words with my first thrust. I watched her eyes roll out of sight... falling into her brain. She stiffened beneath me. Squeezing her titties with both hands. Gargled breaths from her lips. I quickly established moderate, rhythmic thrusts. Knowing she would be coming soon. And... she did.

I forced myself through her muscular orgasm. Resisting the urge of my own orgasm. Closing my eyes and fighting off the urge to curl my toes. It didn't help me much, resisting my need, when she muttered strangled words...

"I don't want this to stop."

Seconds later, she snapped out of her orgasm. Grabbed my neck and pulled me into her arms. Urgently kissing me. Scratching and pawing at my back, arms, and chest. Her desperate plea during our kiss...

"Keep fuckin' me, Baby. Keep fuckin' me." She began thrusting at me... encouraging me to resume.

I obliged. Re-establishing my rhythmic thrusts. She bear-hugged me in response. Whining into my ear. Wheezing into my shoulder. Squeaking into my neck on her ragged, inhaled breaths. On my elbows beside her. Huffing and puffing air over her hair and into the sectional couch. My eyes closed as I concentrated on my rhythmic thrusts.

Her nipples scratching through my hairy chest. Again, in less than a minute, she was cumming in my arms. Again... whimpering... "I don't want it to stop." Again, her orgasmic pussy punishing my dick for the intrusion. Again... her orgasm, only seconds, she thrust at me again. To resume. Her desperate wheeze...

"Don't stop fuckin' me. Don't stop. Please don't st..."

I cut off her words with simultaneous thrusts, and a kiss to her lips. She clawed at my back. Squeezing me with her arms. Robin mumbled through our kiss, as my dick continued to slither through her silky heaven...

"I can feel it cumming." She broke our kiss and squeezed me with her arms. Her lips near my ear... My hips and waist still thrusting rhythmically....

"OhMyGod...... YES! YES! YES!...... OhMyGodOhMyGod! I'm cumming on your fat dick!"

Robin began violently seizing beneath me. Staccato howls from her lips. I pushed my dick through the enormous force she was applying with her pussy. I groaned and moaned with the effort. I paused from my rhythmic thrusts.

"That was so fuckin' good," she wheezed, as she regained her sanity. She began kissing me. Dueling with my lips. Her slur into my mouth... "Your turn, Baby. Don't cum inside of me, OK? I want to fuck you on my hands and knees."

"OK," I replied, as I withdrew and rose to my feet. "Leaking all day?"... As she positioned herself, on hands and knees... on the sectional...

"Yes. I hate going to the locker room to change my panties. I want to suck you off when you're about to cum, OK? I love your dirty drink."

"OK," I replied, as I placed my knee on the sectional, my right foot on the floor. Behind my sexy lover's athletic, perky ass. I can look at her ass, all day long. I guided my dick to her slick entrance. As I touched her pussy, Robin pushed back onto me... my dick slipped through her pussy, with the greatest of ease. And...

"Ho---ly Fuck!" she wheezed, loudly. "I'm about to cum again...... OhMyGod!" She bowed her head and shoulders to the sectional seats. Forcibly pushing her pussy against me... my dick fully involved within her. Grinding against me as she shivered before me. Whining and squeaking through her orgasmic strangled breaths.

I stood stationary... on my knee, and foot, as Robin fucked herself silly, with my dick. Two more orgasms from her in three minutes. Me, watching my dick disappear within her and re-appearing with her thrusts. Fuckin' sexy to watch Robin writhe out her orgasms. Robin's strangled words...

"Can you feel me cumming on your dick?"

Without a reply, I pushed her gorgeous body onto her tummy... length-wise along the sectional couch. I pushed her legs together, straddled her, pointed my dick at her pussy, leaned forward, put both hands next to her shoulders, and began thrusting. Wide arcs of my hips and waist. Slamming my pubis and legs into her sexy butt cheeks. I put a hand on the side of Robin's head as I aggressively fucked her. My selfish needs overtaking my body. By now she was screaming into the seat of the couch. Her cries echoing from the ceiling and walls. My blood, hot with animalistic desire. I lost control of my mind, and body.

Robin... squeezing her pussy and having an effect on me. My selfish needs only allowed me to know that Robin was squealing toward another orgasm. Within a minute of aggressively fuckin' my beautiful lover...

"Oh Gawd," I croaked, as I continued fuckin' my lover's pussy. "You're so fuckin' tight."

Then... "I'm gonna cum." I roared and heard my voice boom.

I righted myself and stood on the floor. Holding my dick in my fist. My cum was racing toward my tiny slit. My body seizing in anticipation. My toes curled... There was no holding it back.

I watched Robin move into a sitting position on the couch. She grabbed my hips and pulled me toward her. Taking my dick in her hand... placing the tip into her sexy mouth... I watched her swallowing my cum, as my dick pulsated with each rope of cum I delivered to her mouth.

My orgasm consumed my rational brain. My toes curled. My ass flexed. My throat moaned in ecstasy. Robin had both hands on my ass to hold me in place. My pelvic muscles cramping, as my cum left my body.

Moments later, I looked down on my lover to see her stand and take me into her arms. Her cum stained tongue slithering through my mouth. Her lips pressed into mine. Then... her arms around my neck... my arms around my lover... nose to nose... eye to eye... her soft, sexy whisper...

"I'm never leaving you, David. Never."

I kissed her in reply. The tang of cum inside her mouth... intense.

On the way to Kauffman, in Robin's super-hot Ford Mustang, Robin told me we weren't going to Atlanta after the season. She was still working on her mom and dad about dating a white man. Seems my notoriety as a professional baseball player, couldn't swing their attitude about interracial dating... or marriage. When she told them she was dating me, her father already knew who I was.

Part of the trip to Miami with her sisters, was to plan how best to convince her parents to accept me. She also said...

"I want you to come with me to Miami, David. I want my sisters to get to know you, so they can go back and tell Mom and Dad all about you. And, how wonderful you are. Plus, I want to be with you. I want to show you off to my sisters, and at the yacht parties. I want everyone to know, you belong to me. I want to go dancing with you. My sisters will want to dance with you, too!" She giggled hard while she took the exit for Kauffman. "We'll have dinners together. All of us. I want us to be a couple. I want to show you off, because I am so happy being with you. And, we'll be alone... together, at the end of the day. Will you come with me?"

"Damn right, I will," I snapped, with a faux attitude, as she raced down the parking lot. I admired her tight, and permed, curls... Under control now, with her headband pushing them backward. "I would be accused of losing my mind if I refused." I heard her laugh softly as she turned into the players and staff parking lot. "But, it will come with a price, Sexy. Sometime, during the off season, you must come with me to Cleburne."

Robin parked her car and gently turned in her seat to face me... A huge, sexy smile on her lips... "Absolutely... I can't wait to meet your parents, and family."

I leaned across the center console and kissed my lover... "Thank you."

Then, I turned forward to face the fans who had gathered at the players entry gate.

"Good luck," Robin offered, as she giggled.

Then...

Donald stepped in front of me... snapping me out of my mind blowing, morning reflection with Robin. My brother looked at me... a good, hard second... In a whisper, so no one could hear...

"Looks like you got a 'good luck' fuck today."

"More than that," I replied, as I stepped forward to take my turn in the batting cage.

A big ass smile on my face.

*****

Again, the game was close.

In the bottom of the eighth, I stepped into the left side of the batter's box. The score tied... 0-0. Both pitchers had no hitters going. I took two practice swings and prepared to receive the pitch from, none other than...

Jamie McNamara.

The fucker who tried to bean Boone in the first game of the Series, and came after me in the dugout, after I called him a cheap-ass pitcher, and a full-on prick. Earlier in this game, this bastard had already thrown pitches at me that were too close. But, I never backed up in the box. I wanted him to throw it inside. I wanted on base, no matter the cost.

On McNamara's first pitch, he threw it low and outside. I slapped at it and hit the ball over the shortstop's head for a single. Standing on first, I could see how pissed McNamara was.

Next... Larsen stepped into the batter's box, and he too, slapped a single into right field on the first pitch.

Two pitches. Two hits. Two men on base. McNamara had to be livid by now. I only hoped the Pirates manager wouldn't take him out of the game. If it were me... I would leave McNamara in the game. He's that fuckin' good. He could easily put out the side with me and Larsen, still on base.

What I didn't expect, was... McNamara walking Estevez with a full count, to load the bases. Damn!

Bases loaded and no outs in the eighth inning? I can't believe McNamara is falling apart like this.

As I reached third base, the third base coach... Petersen, whispered... "Squeeze."

"YES!" I cried in my thoughts. Controlling my outward emotion. My heart began to race, as my brother... Donald Brantley, began his walk to home plate. He took a quick look to Petersen, who was giving his signs.

Without any emotion. Without looking at me. Without one hint of pressure.

My brother stepped into the left side of the plate. For a split second, I thought Donald was going to call off the bunt he'd been told to make, and take a hard swing at McNamara's pitch.

McNamara knew this was a bunt situation. He would be throwing the ball either inside or outside... and low, to reduce the chance of a successful bunt. The Pirates knew, too. First and third basemen were playing very swallow. In the grass. Second and short playing up in the dirt, near the grass.

My heart was pounding against my chest as the pitch was thrown. I raced toward home late. With no outs, a suicide squeeze for home, made sense. My head down to get traction. Churning my legs as fast as I could. Running with reckless abandon. I heard the crowd screaming, as I took off for home. I saw my brother...

My brother squared for the pitch... for the bunt.

The third baseman racing toward home to field any bunt.

In an instant. I saw the ball strike my brother's bat.

A half bunt, half swing. I never saw where the ball went.

As I neared home plate, my brother was racing for first, and the catcher didn't appear to be setting up to catch the ball, and tag me out...

What the Hell?!

I slid into home plate feet first. The crowd going insane. I popped up, onto my feet, and stood to the side. Scanning the field for any sign of the baseball.

The shortstop was running into very shallow left field and the third baseman was running back to third. And...

Larsen turning third for home!!! DAMN!!!

I watched Donald's very shallow fly ball to left, roll into foul territory and hit the fence, in front of the fans, behind third base. The shortstop racing for it. As the shortstop picked up the ball...

It wasn't even close. Larsen scored standing up. Estevez slid into third before the tag. And my brother...

Damn, my brother is good! A very smart baseball player!

A standup double, off a half slap, half bunt fly that hit... I was later told... the infield dirt, right behind third base. As I walked from the field back to the Royals dugout... I pointed toward my brother, and then clapped my hands when he saw me. Typical of my cocky twin brother, Donald took a deep bow at his waist, stood upright, then pointed his finger to our teammates in the dugout. They were going insane when I entered the dugout. High fives. Hugs.

I briefly saw Robin high fiving the players that were on the other end of the dugout... Along with Frogmire and March. She seemed genuinely happy and excited for our prospects. We briefly caught sight of one another, and we each gave the other, wide smiles. Hers was much better than mine, because it's a sexy, wide smile.

And the best part?

Two to nothing... with no outs.

The Pirates manager pulled McNamara, and brought in their top reliever to stop the rally. Which, didn't happen. My teammates managed to score two more runs, on three hits, before the inning was over. I saw McNamara go ballistic in the Pirates dugout, on each additional run we scored.

I am so damn proud of my teammates. All it took, was a break... to inspire them to join in on the rally.

I saw Robin at the other end of the dugout, when the inning was over. She was smiling widely as I began to approach her with my glove in hand. She briefly hugged me... so brief, one could question if it was a "true" hug.

"Go fuckin' win it!" she chirped, into my ear.

I grabbed her left hand and gave her a gentle squeeze, before a took a step toward third base.

The top of the ninth began... not like I had hoped.

Although Gabe Lopez had a no hitter, through eight innings, Ortega took him out. and put in Zinser to start the top of the ninth. My high hopes, this inning would be over quickly... were dashed as the first Pirates batter took a 2-1 pitch deep into right field. Landing fair, near the foul line, and rolling into foul territory, before hitting the fence in the corner of the field.

Melton raced to the corner, took the ball and fired it to Donald, who was in shallow right field to cut off the throw. The Pirates batter ran like a cheetah and reached third, standing up, without Donald attempting a throw to third. Donald ran the ball back into the infield to hold the runner at third.

CRAP!

The next batter, on a 1-2 pitch, hit a grounder to Larsen, at shortstop. Larsen easily scooped up the ball, looked the runner back to third, and fired the ball to first base, for the first out of the inning.

The next batter took a full count. On the next pitch, he hit a sharp liner toward Donald. Donald leaped into the air. Stretching his body... reaching for the clouds, to try and catch the ball. I had never seen Donald leap so high before. The ball skipped off the webbing of his glove and dribbled into right field.

Instantly, the Pirates runner at third, raced home and scored, as the Royals right and center fielders raced for the ball. I saw Donald slumped on the dirt infield... on a knee. Not injured, but pissed he didn't catch the ball. Mitchum threw the ball to Larsen, at second, to hold the runner at first.

As I turned to return to my position, I saw Robin at the outfield end of the Royals dugout. Holding her hands together... against her neck, and her chin resting on her hands. A worried look on her face. I smiled a confident smile, and she responded. Smiling and clapping her hands...

"Let's go, Royals! One out!" she screamed. I barely heard her over the Royals crowd.

The next Pirates batter hit a screaming line drive on the first pitch. Deep into centerfield, over Mitchum's head.

FUCK!

I quickly looked at the runner at first. He was already making the turn at second for third. Larsen was racing out to cut off the throw. When I saw Mitchum pick up the ball and throw it to Larsen, I knew we had a chance for an out at third. I took up position... on the second base side of the third base. To block the runner's effort to touch the bag. I kept my eye on Larsen. I put up my glove for the target.

Larsen threw the ball. It arced a little, because of the distance. I didn't look at the runner. I wanted to insure I caught the ball. I didn't want to miss it and let get away from me... and allow the runner to continue, and score.

Suddenly, screams from the stands and the dugout from behind me. I ignored it.

I caught the ball off a perfect skip from the dirt infield, and brought my glove to the right to apply the tag to the runner. The runner was belly sliding and stretching his left arm to avoid my tag. I nailed his fingers with my glove, just as he reached over my foot, that was blocking the bag. It was gonna be close...

"SAFE!" I heard from behind me. I popped out of my position... even before I heard the third base umpire... and fired the ball to second, where Donald caught it, after the batter safely slid into second. After Donald caught the ball...

"HELL NO!" my brother roared, from across the infield. "DAVID! REVIEW IT! CALL TIME OUT AND REVIEW!"

"REVIEW IT!" screamed Boone, from home plate. "THE FUCKER WAS OUT!"

As the field manager, I turned, stepped one step toward the pitching mound, and turned to the third base umpire.

"Time. Let's review that one," I calmly requested. I had not used any of my allotted reviews for the game.

Two minutes later, the head umpire turned toward the crowd, turned on his microphone, and... the stadium was silent...

"Upon video review, the runner at third base is out!"

Kauffman Stadium erupted into a roar, as loud as a volcano. Adrenaline entered my body, and my heart began racing. I was fired up. Larsen ran toward me, and I met him halfway. We tapped our gloves together.

"FUCKIN' GREAT THROW!" I offered, over the crowd noise.

"SHIT! I THOUGHT HE MADE IT!" Larsen replied.

We tapped gloves again, and returned to our positions.

Two outs. Runner on second... 4-1... Royals lead. Top of the ninth, in Kansas City. Game five of the World Series. Royals leading, 3 games to 1.

Zinser took the ball for the next batter. His stretch... a quick glance to the runner at second. Then, he delivered a fast ball.

The right-handed Pirates batter hit the ball. So high into the air, I briefly thought it would leave Kauffman Stadium, and orbit the Earth. I struggled to see the ball in the night sky. I couldn't judge where the ball would come down. To me? To the first baseman? I couldn't tell. It was a pin prick against a dark gray background.

"THIRD!" I heard Zinser roar.

"SHORTSTOP!" Donald screamed.

The ball was getting larger as it began to descend. I quickly looked for my position on the field, and then returned my eyes skyward. CRAP! It's going foul!

I turned and began side running beyond third base, into foul territory, as my eyes glued to the ball. A microsecond later...

"I GOT IT!" I screamed. "IT'S MINE!"

Another quick look, and I found myself ten feet from the outfield end of the Pirates dugout, and near the fence where fans were sitting. I looked up again and the ball looked huge!

I snapped my glove up...

I watched the ball enter my glove, and felt it smack the leather...

I squeezed my glove with both hands...

My heart stuck in my throat...

"OUT!" screamed the third base umpire.

I took the ball out of my glove and launched it into the crowd.

The players in the dugout out mobbed me. Gatorade dumped over my head. The crowd roaring their approval. Seconds later, my brother had me in his arms...

"YOU FUCKIN' DID IT!"

"WE ALL DID IT!" I replied.

Chapter 10

Damn.

Sipping on a margarita, while I watch my sexy girlfriend talk to her two sisters. Standing. Just a few feet away.

Trying to ignore this annoying, and very drunk, man... telling me how great I am by playing, and managing, the Royals to a World Series win. I knew better. We won as a team. I had nothing to do with it. Thankfully, the man's friends dragged his ass off, and one of the women apologized for him. She's pretty. Nice tits and ass, too.

As soon as the group left my table, my girlfriend's sisters slipped into the seats, on each side of me. Trapping me behind the table on the top deck of the yacht. Fuckin' huge yacht, by the way. Cruising the Miami River.

Paige...

"Robin is in love with you." A cute smile and an arched eyebrow greeted me. A serious tone in her voice.

"I could say I'm in love with her, too. But..."

"But nothing," Shavon quipped. I turned to my right to face her. "The girl knows your... your... OCD issues. Your career... insane hours. She can handle it. And, you."

"That still leaves the problem of your parents," I replied. "The last thing I want, is to disrespect Robin's parents."

Shavon...

"Robin's first marriage... She did what was expected of her. Married a black man. Then... DeMar fooled us all, and look what it got Robin. A divorce. And... What else, it got Robin, was you, David. A man who respects her, and would never cheat on her. I've watched you, with all these pretty, and barely clothed, women on this boat. Your eyes are always on Robin."

"That doesn't resolve the matter with your parents, Shavon. You tell me. What would they say, or do, if I walked into their home, and told them I wanted to marry Robin? A white man. Again, I don't want to disrespect their position."

"Well," Paige chimed in. "Leave that to me, and Shavon... And, Robin. Robin has already let them know how great you are. And, that she wants to get serious with you. Of course, they protested. Let the Parks girls handle it, for now. When the time is right..."

"What the hell is going on?" my sexy girlfriend snapped, with the interruption. Hands on her hips, and standing across from me and her sisters. I looked up and I'm sure I had a guilty look on my face. She was giving me a cold, hard glare. An equal glare to her older sisters.

But, I also couldn't keep my eyes off her sexy body. A growing hard on in my board shorts. Robin... A blaze orange bikini. Tight bottoms, highlighting her long legs, and pussy mound... and a bandeau top with a string from between her tits to around her neck. Her athletic body... Damn. I swallowed hard, and Shavon giggled.

Before I could say anything... Robin... with an attitude...

"I go to the bathroom, and I find my sisters cuddling up to my boyfriend."

Paige leaned forward, and whispered, just loud enough for the four of us.

"We wanted to know if David would do a foursome with us, down in the master cabin."

I blinked. Twice.

I couldn't believe my ears. I'm sure my mouth fell open... a little. I saw Robin blink, too. I could see she wasn't expecting that comment.

"Girl," Shavon whispered. "You're the one who told us about David's best assets."

"Shavon!" Robin snapped. "That wasn't meant to be repeated! Especially to David!"

Paige put her arm around my shoulders, and started breathing hot breath into my ear. Pressing her massive tits into my left arm... rubbing her hand across my chest...

"What da ya say, David? Wanna take on three women, downstairs?" I heard the tone of jest in Paige's voice... so, I relaxed.

"Paige!" Robin spewed. "David! Get out of there, right now!"

Knowing my girlfriend's sisters were messing with her, I calmly picked up my margarita... raised it to my lips... and...

"I haven't finished my drink."

If I didn't know better, I think lightning bolts left Robin's eyes and were heading right for me.

*****

It was late.

Real fuckin' late. Two in the morning, fuckin' late.

Robin on my arm, as we disembarked the yacht. Donald, my brother, had Robin's sisters on his arms. Yeah. My fuckin' brother couldn't stand the thought of me going to Miami, and hogging all the pretty girls.

Earlier, on the yacht, he told me he had two women... drunk, by the way... take him below and blew his dick in one of the state rooms. Each one takin' turns suckin' his dick and balls. I'm sure that wasn't all that happened.

Anyway, Robin's sisters loved Donald, the moment they met him. Flirting with him... Innocently... I hoped. They're married, and I told Donald so, before we left from Kansas City.

Now Paige is a big girl. Not as tall as Robin. (Robin, the tallest of her sisters.) Wide ass, and barrel chested. Big tits. Massive tits. Thick thighs. Pretty face, though. A red one-piece swimsuit.

Shavon... Somewhere between Robin and Paige... and sizable tits on her, also. Shavon wore a black bikini... with lots of underwire, and two thick straps over her shoulders. Bottoms... full coverage and up to her belly button.

There was no doubt... Robin was the sexiest, of the three sisters. A perfect, athletic body, which made me horny every time I lay eyes on her.

Donald, and Robin's sisters, got into one taxi for the hotel, and Robin and I got into another. On the way to the hotel...

"Thank you for not getting drunk, Baby," my lover whispered, into my ear. Her arm around my shoulders, and her hand rubbing my chest... then moving down to rest on my dick. "The one thing I hate about the yacht parties, are the drunk men. And, thank you for pushing that one guy away, before he got too... you know... handsy."

"You're welcome," I offered. "I do have to say, though. You were the hottest woman on the boat. Damn, Robin. You really rock a bikini. So sexy. Exotic. Hell, Donald had a hard time keeping his eyes off of you, too."

"Thank you for saying that, Baby. But you and I know, there were some pretty hot women there." Robin kissed my neck by my ear. Her right hand gently rubbing my dick through my board shorts. I could smell the tequila, from the margaritas, on my lover's breath. Not drunk, but tipsy... Well, maybe drunk.

"My sisters really like you. I knew they would, once they met you. And, Donald has a hard time keeping his eyes off any woman." Robin giggled, and I did, too.

"I like Paige and Shavon, too. I can tell they really care for you. They want to see you happy."

"You know," she hissed, into my neck. "Every time I wear my bikinis, I feel so sexy. And, right now..." She reached around, and kissed my lips. Her hand on the back of my neck... pulling me into her mouth. Her tongue slithered through my molars and challenged me to a duel. Her breathing became urgent as we kissed in the back seat of the cab. Her hand, inside my board shorts and choking my cock with her fist. I dared not feel Robin up in the cab. I'd wait until we got to the hotel.

Surprisingly, Robin broke our kiss and made to pull my dick out of my shorts. Then moved in to suck me. I stopped her. Not that I didn't want her to blow me, but... it just wasn't what I wanted at the moment. Too public. The cab driver was already peeking into the rearview mirror.

I pulled her back upright and kissed her softly... "Baby... we can't do this here, OK? The last thing we need is our photo on Instagram."

"OK," she slurred, into my lips. "But, you just wait until we get back to our room."

Which, wasn't very long. All of us were in front of the Miami Intercontinental Hotel. Not surprisingly, Donald met two women I had seen on the boat. Very pretty women by the way. Apparently, they met him here and they soon disappeared into the elevator.

Robin hugged and kissed her sisters before they entered the elevator. Then, she took my hand and dragged me to the elevator. As soon as the door closed, she pinned me against the wall. Slicing her darting tongue, and tapping my tonsils. Pressing her firm tits into my chest. Rubbing her hand across the front of my shorts.

I had a hand through the sleeveless arm hole of her sheer cover up. Cupping her tittie. It didn't last long... we got off on the fourth floor. Robin practically sprinted to our room with the security card. As soon as we entered the room...

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Lover." She tossed her flip flops to the side and began untying her bikini top. I peeled my shirt off and pushed my shorts to the floor.

"Between wearing this bikini, and watching you dance with my sisters on the yacht, I've been horny for over six hours."

Damn. Her titties are perfect orbs of sexual desire. As she pushed her bikini bottoms to the floor... Robin...

"You are so fuckin' hot," she wheezed, as she gestured, with palms facing me. Waving them, as if touching my chest. Every woman on that yacht was flirting with you, but you stayed with me. Holding my hand and keeping me close. Boring them with baseball." She giggled. "Letting them know I belong to you. I do belong to you, David." She hopped into bed. Totally nude. Pulling the sheets up to her waist. "I want to belong to you." Again, I couldn't help admiring Robin's tits. Dark brown, perfect, tear drop orbs. Black areola with firm nipples. Damn.

"I want to belong to you, too, Robin. But first... I want to go down on you. Your bikini bottoms caused me to dream about going down."

"Mmm," she hummed, as she kissed my lips. "Do it, Lover. I'm looking forward to it."

I tossed the sheets aside and Robin fluffed a pillow... lay on her back... and parted her bent legs. I relaxed on my belly... moved in on her well-groomed pussy. I took a whiff... heaven. My hormones responded to my aroused woman. Tentatively, I licked her little clit with the tip of my tongue.

"Fuck," she slurred. Drawing her expletive out, for at least three seconds. "I don't know how long I'll be able to last like this. All I can think of, is you inside me."

"We'll get there, Baby," I whispered into oozing pussy. "I love going down on you."

I spent the next five minutes licking, sucking, and slurping her pussy. Spending time on her little, and firm clit. Licking and sucking down the left side of her moist labia... slowly. Tonguing her entrance. Gently sucking her perineum. Returning to her little, stiff nub by way of the right side of her moist labia.

As I gently sucked, and licked her little clit...

I had Robin purring like a kitten.

Whimpering softly. Humping her hips to gently rub her clit, and vulva, against my mouth. Wheezing. Moaning. Staccato breathing. Mumbling. Pushing on her tits to force them into her neck. Soft, cute, and sexy squeaks from her lips on the inhalation of oxygen. And...

"Ho---ly Fuck...... that feels so good," she squeaked, in a whispered crescendo.

The aroma emitting from her pussy was driving me insane. My dick was so hard, it nearly hurt... a good hurt, though. My hormone infused blood scratched the inside of my veins. My brain had no rational thoughts. I could feel the animal in me, clawing at the cage to free itself... to maul my lover, in sexual desire.

Whimpering, Robin grabbed my hands and pulled them toward her beautiful tits... while still kissing and sucking her little clit.

"Squeeze my nipples," she wheezed. Her eyes closed. Facing the ceiling. "Soft at first... please?" Urgent desperation in her tone.

As instructed, I placed each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, as I continued to apply firm, gentle suction on her little clit. Flicking her clit with my tongue. With my tongue, rubbing just below her needy nub, while pulling soft suction. When I squeezed her nipples...

"OH GAWD!"

With ragged breaths... She placed her fingers on top of mine, and forced my fingers to squeeze her nipples... hard. She was fucking my mouth... rubbing her pussy against me. A minute later... in crescendo...

"I'm gonna cum...... I'm gonna cum... Oh, Yes Yes Yes!"

Robin seized into a paralyzed state. Her legs squeezed my head. Her titties quivered in my hands. Her neck frozen and taut. In a mumble...

"It feels so good."

Her orgasm lasted only a few seconds. Then, she began pulling on my head...

"David! I want you inside me. Right now. Hurry. Get the lube."

I scrambled out of bed for the night stand. Lubed my dick with JoJo. Returning to bed, I scrambled to my knees, between her parted legs. Pointed my dick at her pussy. Pushed forward. Fisted my hands into the mattress beside her... And...

"OhMyGod... HolyFuck," she wheezed, as my cock slipped through the slippery velvet of her pussy. She slammed her hands into the mattress and grabbed fistfuls of sheets. She arched her neck toward me, and gave me a surprised looked. Her body quivered for a moment. That was when I began, and established, rhythmic thrusts. A moderate pace.

That caused her to fall back onto the mattress and writhe before me. Whimpering and whining from her lips. She grabbed her long legs and pulled them back toward her... to allow me to penetrate her more fully. In mere seconds, she released her legs and went into a full body orgasm. Quaking beneath me. In strangled, gargled breaths...

"Yes... Yes."

I saw her eyes disappear into her skull. The veins in her neck... bulging. Her tight curls scattered across the pillow. Her titties quivering in tight circles... Again, her orgasm lasting only seconds, she arched her back and grabbed my neck. Pulling me into her arms. Desperate... Staccato breaths... an urgent plea... into my ear and neck...

"Fuck me... Oh Gawd, please fuck me... I want you so much, Baby... Please."

Again, I quickly established rhythmic thrusts. Consistent, repetitive plunges of my thick dick through her silky tunnel. And she responded immediately...

Squeezing me with her arms... kissing my neck... breathing hot breath, into my upper chest, as I wheezed breaths into the pillow above her head. Her tight curls, occasionally, hopping off the pillow, and into my mouth, with my thrusts into Robin.

I closed my eyes to fight off the urgent need to cum. Forcing my rational will against my animalistic will. A full-on wrestling match. I didn't want to cum... just yet. My lover wants me, and I want to give myself to her. It was hard task.

Her titties flattened against my lower chest. My elbows supporting me beside her. Robin was now, breathing hot breath on my lower neck and upper chest. Whimpering. Wheezing. Squeaking. Whining. Squelching. One hand on the back of my neck. The other scratching, and marking me, with her fingernails. Into my neck. Soft expletives in reply with my thrusts. Then...

"It feels so good," she whimpered, followed with an inhaled squeak. "I don't want it to stop."

Seconds later, she quaked beneath me. For just a few seconds...

"That's three, Baby. I've cum three times, and I can't..."

I cut off her words with an increased rhythmic pace of thrusts. Holding the back of her neck in one of my hands... hovering above her. My other hand planted into the mattress. Her titties wobbling on her chest. Damn. The sight of those titties will make me cum for sure. I closed my eyes. I wheezed. I groaned. I made disgusting sounds.

Robin fuckin' me back. Her hips thrusting her pussy in sync with my thrusts. Her hand on my chest... digging with her fingernails. Looking down on my lover, her eyes were rolling back and reappearing. Several times. Her garbled words...

"I'm cumming on your dick... that's four, Baby..." She squeaked an inhaled breath. "Do you feel me cumming on your dick?"

I couldn't answer her. I was too focused on pleasing my lover, without me cumming too soon. I quickly changed positions.

I withdrew from her pussy. Pushed her legs back... planted my hands on the back of her thighs... with my hips, and with Robin's help, she guided my dick back into the warm, slippery confines of her pussy. I nearly had Robin folded in half. Immediately, I re-established my rhythmic thrusts.

"Holy Fuck," she whimpered.

Within seconds, she was howling out another orgasm. A howl, sounding very much like she was lifting something very heavy. She let loose three of those howls, with inhaled squeaks in between, before regain her sanity. Out of breath, and a plea...

"That's five, David. It's your turn."

Just as she finished her last word, an orgasm hit her hard. Again... howling as just moments before. Her hands squeezing her titties, as she stiffen, beneath me.

"OK," I managed to groan.

I increased the pace of my thrusts. Slapping my pubis into her pubis. Driving my dick deep inside her. Bearing more of my weight onto the back of her thighs. Her titties violently wobbling on her chest. She grabbed her titties to keep them in place. Robin, urging me on...

"You're fuckin' me too good, Baby. Fuck me up!"

That did it!

I felt the immediate, and paralyzing effects of my orgasm, appear out of nowhere.

I whimpered... "GAWD!"

I croaked... "I'm cumming!"

I wailed... "OH, FUCK!"

With great effort, I withdrew my dick from Robin. Fisted my cock with my right hand. Pumped myself. And dumped my cum onto Robin's tummy. Below her belly button. I did this because I didn't want her leaking my cum into her bikini bottoms tomorrow.

While I unloaded on my lover, I felt my eyes roll back, and fall down the length of my spinal canal. Exquisite feelings throughout my body with my orgasm. Then...

Cramps appeared out of nowhere, in my back, legs, chest, and arms. Painful cramps. Blood rushed out of my brain and I felt like I was going to pass out. I quickly caught my breath, and reality returned.

I looked down on my beautiful black princess.

My lover.

My friend.

My...

Mate?

Forever?

I blinked. Several times. To help me recover my clarity... my sanity.

On my knees. Between Robin's parted legs, I watched her swipe my cum from her tummy and serve it to her mouth, with her fingers. An erotic sight of my white, grayish cum against her dark brown tummy. Her eyes still rolling around in her skull. Moments later... in a soft, barely audible voice...

"Seven, David. Seven orgasms. The most fantastic experience I've ever had. With you, Baby." I watched her slurp the last remnant of my cum. "Hold me?"

Slowly, I reposition in our bed. On her right side. Taking her into my arms. She snuggled into my left side. A leg over my legs. Her head on my shoulder. Her fingers grooming my chest hair. My arm around her. Holding her hip... and perky ass.

"I said I was going to fuck your brains out. I think it was the other way around, this time."

We both chuckled.

"I think I hit the lottery, David. I've never had orgasms, just by fucking. Before you, I always had to use a vibrator, or my fingers, when I was with someone."

She wiggled out of my arm, and rested on her crossed arms... on my chest. Looking down on me. In a soft whisper...

"I don't want to give you up, David. Ever."

"I feel the same."

"After this trip with my sisters, can we talk about it? I mean... I'm ready."

"Why wait?" I replied. "I am exhausted right now. It's just fuckin' four in the morning." We both chuckled. I continued...

"But, why can't we discuss the details of getting married, say... later tomorrow? Or the next day? And... I really have a problem about your parents. I absolutely, do not want to disrespect them."

"You're right. Let's not do this now. I'm feeling crazy. OK? We can talk about it before we return to Kansas City. But, I really want to sit down and work out everything we can."

I wrapped her up into my arms. Kissed her. Then...

"I need a shower," I groaned.

Robin and I rolled out of bed and entered the huge walk-in shower in our suite. Quickly bathing because we both were exhausted from the day. When Robin cuddled me in her new pajamas, I was lights out.

*****

There's nothing better than admiring Robin.

Even as she giggles and banters with her sisters.

And, it's a great feeling in my chest, when she occasionally looks towards me, with her fantastic smile. Sexy eyes. I could see her sisters were happy, too.

Robin and I were late getting up. For obvious reasons. In the hotel dining room for a late lunch, before hanging out beside the hotel pool. Robin and her sisters were looking forward to the poolside drink service. And, dancing at the clubs in Miami Beach, later in the evening.

During lunch, my mind wondered... Thinking of baseball... as my girlfriend, and her sisters, continued their conversations.

I went.411 in batting average during the season, and early playoffs. But, I only got two hits during the World Series. The Pirates pitching was that good. They had my number, and that bothered me. A lot.

Donald got nine hits, leading the team for the World Series. And, winning the Series MVP award, for the second year in a row, for that fantastic bunt in the bottom of the eighth of game five. My brother has to be the best baseball player in the league. He's so calm and cool. Many times, getting the clutch hit... or catch... or throw... or out.

I couldn't help thinking, my role as field manager, may have affected my performance in the Series. I hadn't had an opportunity to ask Donald of his opinion. I set my mind to do just that when I returned to Kansas City.

My phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID.

Mr. McKuen.

"Excuse me ladies, it's baseball."

I stepped away from the table, and Robin looked at me with a semi-worried look. I showed her the caller ID, and then walked toward the hotel lobby.

"Hello, Mr. McKuen. How is your family?"

"Fantastic, as always, David. A new daughter in law next month. The weekend before Christmas. I love, Helen. Even before she met Steve."

"That's great. How are Helen and Steve?"

For a few moments, I stood in the hotel lobby and listened to Mr. McKuen. Briefing me on his wife, and entire family. It was a brief, briefing.

"Now. Enough about the McKuen's. How's Robin, and her sisters?"

"Robin is great. They're all great, Sir. Those three are peas in a pod. Her sisters are great."

"I love that girl. Robin is in my top three of hires for the Royals. The other two are Helen Bergeron, and David Brantley. And, speaking of David Brantley... Enjoying your time off?"

"I am. But, I'm already considering next season. A habit I have."

I heard him chuckle.

"David. I'm calling today to ask if you and I can meet. Perhaps when your vacation in Miami is over. I would like to discuss your contract, and perhaps offer you new terms. With your agent involved, of course. And, don't worry. I'm not asking you to continue as the field manager. I always intended that request of you, would be temporary. Which, paid off handsomely for the Royals, didn't it?"

Now, it was my turn to chuckle... "It did. For everyone on the team, and for the fans of Kansas City. And, I'm looking forward to meeting with you on my return."

"Great! I'll inform my assistant, and Cindy will call you when you return to Kansas City."

When I returned to the dining room, Donald had those three girls in stitches. Each of them laughing.

"What'd I miss?" I asked, as I took my seat.

"That time you talked me into jumping off the roof."

"Crap," I groaned. Shaking my head. "Yeah. Mom wasn't happy when she happened to step outside and couldn't find Donald. Donald told you what happened next?"

"He did," Robin offered, as she took my hand. A soft giggle from her lips. "Three licks with a belt, for you, and Epsom salt in the tub later."

"I still blame it on Dad. He's the one who left the ladder up. And thanks, Brother, for pointing the finger at me."

"Yeah, right," Donald groaned. He leaned forward into the table... to lower his voice... "Three weeks later, we both managed to get that ladder back up, and both of us took turns jumping off the roof. We never got caught."

"You didn't break anything?" Paige asked. "Jumping off the roof? That's a little extreme, I would think."

"Donald rolled his ankle when he jumped first. He didn't tell me, he said later, because he wanted to see me jump."

Robin looked at me with a curious smile... "How old were you?"

"Six. And, more Epsom salt on the ankle. I told Mom I turned my ankle on one of those crooked sidewalks. You know. When a tree root gets underneath and pushes it up a little." On my last word... Robin...

"I suppose that's what I can expect from our children."

In an instant, Robin placed a palm over her mouth and everyone at the table froze... cold, dead silence. Surprised glares from her sisters. Donald looked right me. A cocky grin creeped onto his lips.

"That didn't come out right," Robin tried to offer.

"Did it?" Paige quipped. Her eyebrows arched with doubt. Shavon, too.

Before Robin replied...

"Robin and I have discussed it... briefly. And I mean... very brief. An offer of marriage has not been made... nor an acceptance."

Robin's sisters didn't look convinced.

"David is right. He hasn't asked me." Robin was in deep now, and she was trying to get out of the hole.

I have to admit, Robin's remark caught me by surprise, too.

"Are you pregnant?" Shavon asked.

"No," Robin replied. "I told you I'm on BC. The tube in my arm."

"Look," I began. I took Robin's hand in mine. In the hopes she would relax. "We agreed we would discuss it, off and on, while we're in Miami. And, when we return to Kansas City... serious discussions."

Right then, the waiter brought lunch. Including Donald's. After the waiter left...

Donald... like it was no big deal...

"Why don't you just get married, and figure it out later. I've seen the two of you. To me? You're perfect for one other."

I should have taken a photo of Robin's sisters' faces. Each, looking at my brother, while he chomped on his sandwich, as though he had lost his mind. The shock was priceless. And... it took me by surprise, too. But, this was typical of Donald. Always causing you to think outside the box.

Robin was giggling as she squeezed my hand, gently.

"One of many prospects," I replied. "But, for now. Let's discuss the plans for this afternoon, this evening, and the remainder of the week."

*****

It was perfect.

Robin leaning against me, on the plane for home. Napping with her head on my shoulder.

It was also a perfect week.

Dancing in Miami Beach. Robin and her sisters were having so much fun. And it was fun dancing with them. Of course, Donald was there, too. Dancing with Robin's sisters, and just about every hot woman in attendance. I saw him leaving the club with a sexy woman. I didn't see him until the next afternoon.

Two more yacht parties. And Robin was smoking hot in her bikinis. I admit, the yellow one she wore in Kansas City was the best of the five she wore during the week. However, the other four... very close seconds. Robin wears bikinis like a second skin. Catching the attention of men... and women. Three women were hitting on her. Right in front of me! Robin told me later, she was flattered. The men chatting her up as soon as she appeared on the yacht. I had no worries. Robin belonged to me. She told me so. Fortunately, there were no incidents with Robin and the men on the yacht. The men were polite, well-behaved, and no so drunk.

And... I had an opportunity to talk to both men, and women... about baseball. Many of the yacht guests recognized me, and Donald. And mentioning Donald...

Donald had women surrounding him, nearly all the time, during the yacht parties. I sensed some of the men were pissed because he was attracting most of the attention. Women pressing, and rubbing their tits against him, while chatting him up. Later, he told me he took two women back to the hotel. "A memorable experience," he informed me, the next day.

Robin brought an evening gown, at my request. So, we could dance at the hotel piano bar. Of course, her sisters wanted a dance with me... and Donald. During a dance with Robin, at the hotel...

I looked Robin in the eyes... her sexy eyes...

"I love you, Robin. I love you so much."

"Oh, Baby. I love you so much, too." She kissed me and hugged me. During our hug...

"Even through my faults, Robin? You can still love me?"

"Yes, David." She released me. Holding my face, and a hand on my chest. "A leopard can't change its spots. Neither can we. I love you, David. For you." I saw tears appear in her eyes... slowly appearing on her cheeks. "I am so lucky I found you. You'll never cheat on me. You will always be faithful. You're always there for me, during my trials, and failures. I've watched you this past season, doing these very things with your teammates. I know you will do them for me, too." She was choking on her tears, by now. In my arms. "I love you so much. I'll always be yours, David. No matter what happens."

I kissed Robin like I hadn't kissed her before. A memorable kiss. And...

Robin's sisters are cool... very tolerant of our relationship.

And for me? I had fun. This would've been something I never would've done, on my own. I thanked Robin, for bringing me along.

"I never considered it, otherwise. You were coming with me," she replied, then kissed me at the Miami airport, before boarding our flight home.

At one of the yacht parties, I told Robin about the call from Mr. McKuen. She was hopeful I would get a bonus for the World Series win. A bigger bonus... above the one that was already in my contract.

At the Miami airport, Cindy... Mr. McKuen's assistant, called and asked if I would be available, when I arrived in Kansas City. She would send a car to the airport to pick us up.

When we arrived at Kauffman Stadium, Robin took the car back to our house, while I met with Mr. McKuen. She told me to call her, and she would come pick me up.

As usual, Mr. McKuen greeted me cheerfully, and enthusiastically.

We sat together at the small round table in his office.

"First... everything we discuss here, today, I will call your agent and let her know what was discussed. I always like to spend time with the players. Just you and me."

"OK," I replied.

"David, I received a phone call from Chet Holmes, with the Houston Astros." He paused for a moment.

Damn. The Astros.

"At first, we discussed the possibility of a trade for you. I wasn't interested, despite Chet's best salesmanship. Then, he offered to buy your contract. He really wants you, David. He thinks you can bring the talent and leadership to the Astros, and everyone knows, they need it."

"OK. Why are you telling me this? I don't have a 'no trade' clause in my contract."

"David... If I sell your contract to the Astros, you will receive $12 million dollars as an incentive to go to Houston. That will be on top of your contract salary and incentives. Up front, with no conditions. Chet thinks the incentive will motivate you into helping him turn the Astros into a competitive team." He paused and sat back in his chair. "You're right, David. I don't need your permission to do this. But, this is my fault, and yours."

I blinked...

"What?"

"I'm the one that named you manager, and you're the one who capitalized on it." He laughed hard. "Damn, David. After Chet called, I received no fewer than seven phone calls, expressing interest in trading for you. Chet didn't tell me this, but I was told, Bob Morrell, the Astros manager, demanded that Chet trade for you."

"OK."

"So... David, I'm selling your contract. Effective this Friday. The offer to sell was too good to pass up. I don't believe I will ever receive an offer like this again. You're a player for the ages, David. No other player in the league could draw this offer."

"OK. And..." I could feel my emotions choking my throat. "I remember the day I arrived in Kansas City, Mr. McKuen. I promised you I would do anything for the chance to play with my brother. I will be eternally grateful to you, and the Royals, for the brief time I was here."

"Well said, David."

We both stood from our chairs and shook hands.

"I look forward to seeing you again, on the field, when the Royals meet the Astros."

"Thank you, Sir."

When I left the office, a welcome, and unexpected surprise, greeted me.

"Steve told me, David. I had to say goodbye."

Again, my throat was choked with emotion. I felt a tear fall from my eye. I stepped forward and took her hand. But...

Helen pulled me into a firm, loving hug.

"I'm going to miss you," she whispered in my ear. "I'll never forget you, and what you did for me."

"Me too," I choked. "I hope someday, you and I will meet again."

Our hug broken, we held both our hands, together...

"I called Robin, and told her we would have a driver bring you home."

I was choked up so bad, I could only nod. I kissed her on the cheek and left.

On the way home, the driver dropped me off at a floral shop, where I bought two dozen pink roses. Robin's favorite. When I entered my home, Robin greeted me, with a fantastic smile, outside our bedroom...

I saw her face turn when she saw me...

"What happened?" she asked.

"These are for you," I began, as I offered my lover the flowers. "I had a wonderful, and fun time, in Miami. I love your sisters, and I love you."

"I love you, too, David." She set the flowers on a table and took me into her arms. "What happened, Baby? Helen called. She didn't mention anything."

Amazingly, I wasn't choked up, like I was 35 minutes ago.

"My contract was sold to the Astros. Effective this Friday. I report to Houston the following Monday. For a press conference."

Robin released me and took my face into her hands. Her sexy, but worried eyes...

"You don't look happy, David. Why?"

I put my hands over her hands... "From a career point of view, it's very good. From a bank account, point of view, it's very good. From a..."

"Loss of your brother, point a view, its...?"

I nodded... "I'm gonna miss him."

Robin took me into her arms, again and held me tight... "Oh, Baby. I love you so much. I can't imagine the hurt you're feeling right now."

"I'm used to it. It's the second time now."

I wrenched myself from Robin's embrace, grabbed the flowers, and knelt in front of her...

"OhMyGod," Robin whispered, as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"I love you, Robin. Marry me... please."

In a flash, Robin knelt with me and kissed me... "I will. I will marry you."

We wept in each other's arms... For a moment or two. We were both so happy.

I whispered into her ear..."I want you with me in Houston, Robin. I want everyone to know I belong to you. After Houston... Marry me... In Atlanta."

"What?" She broke our embrace... She looked me in the eye. A little worried.

"I want you, Robin. Right now. You and me... I'm certain, whatever happens, you and I will always be able to work it out. I want to marry you in Atlanta. Next week. Maybe, the week after. With..." I paused, as I choked on my emotions. "With the hopes, your parents will accept me. And be there for us."

Robin wept in reply. In my arms, and on my shoulder.

*****

I knew my brother was at home.

I called him from outside, and asked him to meet me in his yard.

"What the hell?" he roared, as he came through the front door. His arms extended in question.

I replied by taking him into my arms... just as we had done hundreds of times before.

"I'm leaving for Houston, Donald," I whispered, in his ear. "My contract was sold."

For a few awkward seconds, Donald looked at me in disbelief. Then, Robin got out of my truck and walked toward us.

"And," I continued, as Robin took my hand. "Robin and I are getting married. Next week. After I get to Houston."

"Damn," he whispered. "Robin, I get. Houston? Really?"

"Yeah. I'm getting $12 million as an incentive. Money the Astros didn't have to give me. And McKuen said he couldn't pass up the money. It was too good. They want me to be involved in making winners out of them. I have to be there on Monday."

"I want to be there, too. But... I guess not." Then, Donald looked at Robin and took her hand. "You'll take of him, OK?"

Robin hugged my brother. A good, firm hug... "I will. I want him, and... I need you to be with us, when we get married."

"Of course." They broke their embrace, and I took my brother in my arms again.

"I'm gonna miss you," we both whispered... in unison.

*****

At the small chapel in Atlanta...

My future in laws appeared, unexpectedly, to attend our wedding.

My lover.

My bride.

She wept so much, in the arms of her parents, in happiness, I feared we would have to call off the wedding. My entire family, in attendance, too.

I received a welcoming hug from my mother in law, and... a firm handshake with a smile from my father in law.

I suppose I can thank my sister in laws for this. To make my wife happy.

I received a phone call from Steve McKuen, informing me, his father was pissed, because, I stole the best athletic trainer he had ever hired. We both laughed.

Robin and I were warmly received in Houston, prior to our wedding. Chet Holmes and Bob Morrell, eager for me to return from our wedding, to help them build a winning team.

A honeymoon in Paris, France... filled with romance, and lots of sex, we returned to Houston. Robin had indicated an interest in taking time off from her career to find, and make a home for us in Houston. She had the feeling we would be there for some time.

With some of the money from the bonus I received, Robin found us a home in The Woodlands, Texas. A home large enough to raise a family. The family Robin told me she wanted with me.

But... that family we wanted, was put on hold.

My agent called me and wanted to speak to Robin!

I handed the phone to my wife with a curious smirk on my lips. Robin giggled when she took the call from Teresa Brock, my agent. Twenty minutes later...

"I can't believe what just happened," my lover offered, as she returned my phone. "The press conference, when we came to Houston?"

"Yeah."

"The media did a search on me."

I blinked. And Robin giggled.

"All the photos my sisters and I posted on Instagram, X, Tik Tok, Facebook... from our trip to Miami?"

"OK."

"Lisa was contacted by a modeling agency, and they want to sign me as a swimsuit model."

I couldn't believe my ears. My wife... A swimsuit model? Hell... I knew Robin was hot in a bikini. Unbelievable athletic figure. Gorgeous looks. I considered myself very fortunate to have her take notice of me and want me to marry her.

A week after we moved into our house, Robin was off to New York for two weeks. Which, turned into six weeks. Robin came home for a few days, then she was off to Paris. She wasn't just a swimsuit model any longer. She was modeling everything. Dresses. Lingerie. Business suits. The photos she sent me from Paris, Milan, London, Madrid, Lisbon... I didn't realize I had married someone so gorgeous. The photos... I don't know how someone did it, but they turned my wife into a desirable, exotic woman.

Robin was getting job, after job, after job. And made her way to the top ten models in the world, in less than a year. She was making so much money, I had to hire an accountant, and business attorney to make sure our taxes were paid properly.

But, it didn't very last long...

Robin came home during the baseball off season. Exhausted.

"I can't do this anymore," she whispered, in my ear, as we greeted each other in our home... in each other's arms. "Eighteen months of constantly being pulled from location, to location, to location. Barely enough time to call you. Or my sisters. Strangers touching me when I dress... makeup... hair. We've only seen each other maybe... what? Ten times?" She broke our embrace and kissed me. A long, welcoming kiss.

"I've missed our kiss, David. I lie in bed at night and think of you, and how much I miss you. I want to come home."

"I've missed you, too. It's been a tough first year in Houston, and you haven't been there. To share it with. Its lonely in this big ass house you bought." We both chuckled.

"I know." She dragged her luggage to our bedroom. "I called my agent and told her I'm finished. That I'm burned out." She turned and faced me. "I may do some more modeling, but... I'll pick and choose. For our schedule."

"Sounds great. I'm looking forward to seeing you more often."

Robin stepped into my arms, put her back to me and I held her in my arms. Holding her close. I kissed her neck... her shoulder.

"I've missed this so much. Being in your arms. I'm... so secure in your arms." She hummed in her throat. "David?"

"Umm."

"I want to start a family."

And... we did.

That very night. It was fantastic to make love to my woman again. No pressures. Just....

Love.

And children?

Six girls and one boy. Beautiful children.

And my Robin... became a full-time mom... part time model... and full-time lover to me. My love for Robin grew to enormous proportions during our life together.

She coached our daughters' softball teams. Dance classes. Gymnastics. Helped them with homework. Turning our children into college graduates before they were 21. All the while, still modeling through social media, podcasts (as a model, wife, and mother), and charitable events.

My wife is Super Mom. Super Wife. Super Model.

And...

The rebuilding of the Astros began that first winter in Texas. Right after Robin left for New York, and her modeling career.

Lots of trades. And lots of scouting from the team's minor league system. And... it paid off.

The Astros made it all the way to the AL championship, the following year, but lost to the Orioles. The following two years... again losing in the AL championship, to the Red Sox, and the Angels.

And finally, making it to the World Series, in my fourth year as an Astros third baseman. The Astros beat the Dodgers in seven games, that year. And...

The Astros made it to the World Series, two more times in my twelve year career with the Astros. Winning both of them.

I retired from baseball at the age of 42. The bat was no longer fast enough. And the arm was no longer strong enough. I never had a batting average over.400 after my first year with the Astros. But, I managed a few All Star appearances, and two MVP awards. I had a great career.

I was offered many opportunities to manage baseball teams. But, I wanted to be with my Robin, and our seven children. I soon realized how much I missed of my children's lives, when I retired. I made it a point to be the best father I could be. To be involved in their lives.

Robin and I earned enough money, that we lived off the interest and dividends for the remainder of our lives.

And my brother, Donald.

He never married.

My brother had two careers. One in baseball.

The other, in womanizing.

He was very good at both careers. A multiple MVP, and All Star player with the Royals. And...

His second career resulted in eleven children, with nine women. Six boys and five girls. I'm very certain, my parents never anticipated grandchildren in this way.

There was one thing my brother did very well... he made it a point to spend quality time with all of his children. Going out of his way to make sure the brothers and sisters knew each other well. Hell... even his lovers became great friends. It couldn't have worked out, any better for Donald, considering the unusual family dynamic. And it worked out even better, when Donald decided on a vasectomy, after the sixth daughter.

At 72, I had a heart attack, from which, I never really recovered. It was pretty bad, I was told by the doctor. Oh, I lingered for a couple of weeks. My lover, and my brother at my side during those difficult days. My children, and their families holding me in their arms. Former teammates holding my hand and recalling the great times on the field. Then...

One night. My Robin, lying with me, in my hospital bed.

"I love you, David."

I struggled to gain a decent breath... "I love you, Robin Parks."

"You have been the most important person in my life. The best thing that ever happened to me, was meeting you, that day at Kauffman. Not long after you hit that home run out of the stadium."

"I agree. You have been..." I gulped for oxygen to restore my senses. "The most important woman...... that has happened in my..." I wheezed. "In my life. I am grateful for you, and our children, and....... our grandchildren."

My fantastic.

My wonderful.

My Beautiful.

Robin.

I struggled as I watched her doze next to me.

Uncontrolled thoughts appear, and disappear.

Kissing Robin the moment we were married.

Holding our daughter for the first time.

Looking through my lover's modeling portfolio. So fuckin' hot.

Sharing the stage with my brother, during our induction into the Hall of Fame... together.

My parents... appearing to me. Out stretched arms, with welcoming smiles.

Thank you, for my life. Filled with love and blessings from others.

Fading memories.

I can feel my heart... Do I? Feel it?

Then...

It was over.

The End...

Of an old man's fantasy.