Page 251 of Out of Left Field

“Another time we’re going to see what angles we can find with pillows, but for now this will do.” He leaned down with his tongue out and flicked my nipple, watching my reaction with delight lighting up his eyes. “I have a feeling pillows will be essential since you’re so much smaller than me.” Another flick sent a jolt straight to my core.

“Pillows sound wise.” I couldn’t think anymore. With his cock deep inside me, his tongue doing amazing things to my nipples, and my fingers on my clit, there were no more thoughts. Just mind-altering pleasure.

He latched onto a nipple and slammed into me again, setting a rhythm that made my other breast bounce. It wasn’t fast, but it was steady and it was deep. Powerful thrusts that reminded me over and over again that Everett was a very large man.

And some ancient part of me found that very, very erotic.

“Oh fuck you’re so tight when you squeeze me like that. I could spend all day doing this. It feels so damn good,” he groaned, arching his head back, his eyes closed but his face so serene. Then he looked down to watch us move together. “You’re taking me so well. Like we’re made to fit together.” And then he was back, devouring my other nipple with even more intensity, sucking and flicking, making my core squeeze him even tighter.

He groaned against my breast, his hips swinging, while I clutched at his back with my free hand. I was so close. So very close. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff with my toes hooked over the edge. As soon as I jumped it would be freefall. Adrenaline. Excitement. All I had to do was jump…

“God you’re beautiful. Pink cheeks, so flushed, your face is heaven, Willa. I can’t stop staring at how beautiful you are when you take my cock like this.”

My orgasm hit like a tsunami. One massive wave of pleasure that crashed over me from my center out. I yelled, my body folding it contracted so hard.

“Oh fuck!” Everett barked. He reared back and slammed deep, setting off another wave. Then again. His arms shook as he struggled to keep moving through my orgasm. “You’re choking me. I’m not going to last.”

My hand slid up his back to his neck, using to hold myself up. “Come for me, Everett. I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyelids fluttered closed for a moment before flying open. One, two, three powerful thrusts that pushed my orgasm higher and higher, and then he moaned as his cock kicked, buried deep inside me. We were locked together as our bodies rode out our pleasure.

When I finally finished shuddering, he slid us down until my head rested on the mattress. Then he pushed a little deeper and rested his forehead against mine, panting for air. “Well that answers that,” he said with a little laugh.

“What…was…the question?” I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Does it get better each time? The answer is, obviously, yes.” Then Everett spent the next two minutes covering me with kisses and making me laugh.

16

EVERETT

Istared at my empty bed with a grin. Last night had actually happened. I was exhausted after the game. Anytime we went into extras I was tired simply because it got me home later, but if I pitched I was extra tired thanks to the rise and fall of the adrenaline from coming in at such a critical point in the game, needing to be as perfect as possible, even if my time in the game was short.

But then I pulled into the driveway and saw Willa’s car there. I freaked the fuck out. I assumed something was wrong because I had so firmly placed her in the safe zone that it didn’t even occur to me she might be there for another reason.

Not until she kissed me.

The sex was amazing. Beyond amazing. It was life altering. And then she agreed to spend the night, proving that, like the sex, sleeping beside her got better too.

Besides, I didn’t want anything to be awkward today. So she slept beside me, woke up beside me, came with me, and then let me feed her. Now she was on the way home to clean up before work and I had dishes to get into the kitchen. I was just placing them in the sink when Hannah Holland came in for more coffee. She took one look at the plates and grinned. “Well, it’s about time you brought someone home.”

“Don’t. You and I? We don’t have that kind of relationship.” But really, I just didn’t want to talk about it. I was having a hard enough time keeping our secret.

Hannah laughed. “I spend my life around ballplayers. You think a little sex talk is going to scare me off?”

“I’m the scared one.” I refilled my mug when she was done. Hannah was our shortstop’s mother and Rosie’s nanny. She also kept our house running, traveled with us when Rosie could get away from school, and made the best cookies.

“Everett, talking about sex is healthy. Did you have a good time?”

I groaned. “Yes. Yes I did.”

“Is it someone you know or a stranger?” She made the idea of a one-night-stand sound fun.

But I’d had more than enough one-night stands. They served a purpose. Occasionally they were fun. Mostly they were average.

Not one of those experiences compared to my two nights with Willa. Both nights blew every other night out of the water. Who would want a one-night stand with a stranger when you could have mind-altering, body consuming, high-inducing sex with someone you cared about?

“Why do you care, Hannah?”