Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all. Kelsey was on her third cocktail of the night but it didn’t seem to be alleviating her loneliness. Neither did watching her ex-boyfriend put moves on the anorexic blond across the nightclub. She shouldn’t have been surprised; Jarred put as much effort into playtime as he did work.

She hated to admit it but he looked damn good tonight. The starched white business shirt with loosened tie and rolled up sleeves was in stark contrast to his dark good looks. She grinned as she saw the blond shake her head, gather up her purse and head out the door. Strike one.

Unfazed, he looked around for another likely candidate. Maybe that brunette at the end of the bar; no, she wasn’t his type, too cheap looking and flat-chested. But…maybe she had misjudged him; his face was animated as he chatted her up. Her head was tilted to the side, listening intently to what he had to say. Oh-oh, a huge biker type parted the sea of humanity and claimed the brunette. She threw Jarred a quick apologetic smile and followed her guy outside. Strike two.

Kelsey’s broad smile faltered when she noticed Jarred heading her way, carrying two drinks. Oh, no, surely she wasn’t to be strike three. Not if she could help it.

“Hi, babe.” Jarred flashed his patented crooked smile at Kelsey. He sat down in one of the vacant chairs at her table.

“That would be ex-babe to you, in case you have forgotten.”

“Doesn’t make you any less a babe though, Kelsey.” He smacked his lips and winked at her. Why did he still have the ability to make her go wobbly in the knees? “Is that a new dress? I like it. The color matches your eyes.”

Kelsey smiled, pleased he had noticed. The cobalt blue dress had a plunging neckline, nipped in at the waistline and flared over her hips.

“So…what have you been doing? Are you still doing that coffee programming or whatever you call it?”

Kelsey rolled her eyes. “Java, not coffee, you moron.” That just didn’t come out of my mouth, did it? Time to quit drinking. “You never could keep that straight.”

His eyes riveted on her mouth and dropped to her exposed cleavage. “I remember what is important, babe. What you look like…naked, that is…curves a man could get lost in…skin like honey… bedroom eyes that devour me…” He leaned closer and whispered, “The little cries you make when you come.”

Kelsey swatted him away. “I don’t plan on being strike three tonight.” Damn, another case of foot in mouth.

A puzzled frown crossed Jarred’s handsome face. “What?”

She exhaled. “Strike one was the skinny blond and strike two was the brunette. I’m not going to be strike three.”

“Hmmm, you’ve been watching me quite a while. Why is that?”　 He scooted his chair close to Kelsey, put his arm around her and nibbled on her bare shoulder. “Have you been missing me?” His other hand crept to her upper leg and lightly stroked the inside of her thigh, above her knee.

“Maybe…is that a crime?” Oh, god, she was all gooey and melting inside, every nerve crying for those hands to inch higher. Her legs parted of their own volition as his hand crept upward. She was starting to pant now.

“Nah, but it’s criminal what you are doing to me, babe. Feel.” He placed her hand on his erection. “Come home with me, babe, for old time’s sake. You know we’re good together.”

Kelsey nodded. She wanted him too. Bad.

The ride back to his place took forever. Every red light was an opportunity to be in each other’s arms. They ran up two flights of steps rather than wait for the elevator.

Kelsey kicked off her heels right inside the door.　Next to go was her dress. Jarred shed his clothes right behind her but stumbled and fell while removing his pants. Laughing, she ran to the bedroom; he caught up with her and they fell on the bed together.

Jarred raised up on one elbow and pushed the hair from Kelsey’s face. His hands trailed down to her full breasts and scooped them out of their confinement. Her nipples were rose pink and erect, begging for his mouth.

“God, I’ve missed these beauties.” His tone was reverent as he lowered his head.

Kelsey moaned as he nibbled on one, then the other. Frissons of pleasure raced through her body. She released the front clasp of her bra and tossed it aside.

Jarred removed her lacy panties, leaving her stockings in place. He spread her legs wide, running his hands up the smooth nylon to the bare flesh above, and then paused. Kelsey knew he was admiring the new kitten tattoo on her pubes that hadn’t been there before.

“Fuck, babe, that’s hot!” He planted a quick kiss on the kitty.

His hand separated her folds, seeking the wetness she knew was there. He lowered his head and replaced his fingers with his tongue. Kelsey arched off the bed; tremors licked through her body as he teased her clit.

“Condom…quick, babe,” she implored. “I’m so close.” He complied and sheathed himself hurriedly.

Jarred positioned his erection between her legs and drove it home. Her pussy clutched in wanton abandon at his cock. One more thrust and she threw back her head…cried out his name in a keening wail. Pumping hard, he groaned and spurted into her depths.

As they lay catching their breaths, Kelsey sighed. “I didn’t want to be your third strike tonight.”

“You weren’t, babe. You were my home run!”