I take her hand again, this time threading our fingers together before pinning it beside her head. My movements speed up asI rock into her, watching her face as ecstasy takes over. She’s so expressive in everything she does, and sex is no different. Every reaction is right there for me, and I can’t look away.
“Mine.” I growl out the one word before dipping my head down to kiss her again. She meets me, stroke for stroke, her hips rocking in time, her tongue chasing mine. This time, there’s no holding back. No amount of baseball stats can hold off my release. But I’ll get her there first.
I let go of her hand and lean back, changing the angle. Grabbing both legs, I lift them onto my shoulders and pull out slightly, only to slam back in. The new angle hits Sadie exactly where I meant it to, her hands clutching at the sheets as her head tilts back.
“Oh my God, Maverick. Yes! Oh God, right there. Yes!”
Her pussy starts to tighten, rhythmically squeezing my dick and making me grunt with every thrust.
“Give it to me, Specs. Now.”
“Maverick!” she shrieks, her hands now gripping my forearms as I piston in and out of her. I feel her orgasm ripple through her, triggering my own as I groan, my movements now sloppy and uncoordinated as I come.
When I finally feel things slow down, I lower down on shaky arms to kiss her forehead gently. Then I climb off the bed and go to the bathroom to deal with the condom. When I crawl back in beside Sadie, I curl my body around her, pulling her back flush against my front. My hand finds a place between her breasts, her fingers tangled with mine. Her lips graze my knuckles, and I kiss her head.
“You belong here, Specs. In my arms, in my bed, and in my heart.”
Chapter thirty-nine
Maverick
Catching a pop fly sent straight to my glove, ending the last game of the season feels pretty fucking good, not gonna lie. And I’m learning to actually enjoy the attention, the cheers, and the backslaps from my teammates instead of wanting to avoid it all.
But when Willow walks into the locker room and tells us all to hurry up and get presentable before some VIP season ticket holders come through for a meet and greet, I’m annoyed. That’s beyond the limit of my peopling for today, and I just want to leave.
Standing in front of my locker, I stare at the snapshot of me and Sadie I taped up there last week. The guys gave me some grief, but it was good-natured. And honestly, I couldn’t care less. Getting to stare at her face whenever I’m here is worth the ribbing.
Except, I tend to get caught up in looking at her beautiful smile and tune out everything else.
Which is why, when strange voices filter in, I glance up, not realizing the VIPs are already here. A bunch of white dudes arewalking around with their chests all puffed out, thinking they’re a big deal.Yeah, okay.
Lawyers. I remember Willow saying it was a law firm that paid for the locker room meet and greet. It goes to charity, so I’ll suck it up, I guess.
Until I see him.
Dirtbag Dirk.
He notices me, and his face turns an interesting shade of purple-red.
It’s fucking on.
I give him a wide grin, not hiding the malice behind it. Foregoing a shirt, I leave my muscles and tattoos on display as I swagger over to the group. Some other guy’s mouth falls open when he sees me, and I turn my attention to him first.
“Maverick King. Nice to meet you. Did you enjoy the game?”
“Yeah, man, it was awesome. Great catch at the end.”
“Thanks. Want a picture?”
The guy nods, and we take a quick selfie. Yeah, I’m shirtless and probably gonna end up on some idiot’s social media, but whatever.
I make a point of ignoring the fucker who was dumb enough to walk away from my Specs as long as I can.
But then I notice Monty walking up to him, and I see my chance to truly mess with the asshole. Making my way over to them, I pitch my voice loud enough to be heard over the chatter. “Monty, you know who this is, right?” I ask, draping my arm over my teammate’s shoulder. He looks at me but manages to conceal his confusion. I give him a wink before turning a sinister smirk toward Dirk. “It’s Darren, right? Sadie’s ex. Gotta say,man, I’m glad you fucked around on her, it gave me the chance to lock down the best fucking woman I’ve ever met.”
Monty coughs out a laugh, catching on quick. “Darren, did you say? Wow, I don’t know why anyone would screw things up with Sadie. She’s top-notch.”
“It’s Dirk, actually.” The asshole tries to appear confident, but his ears are still bright red, and he won’t look at me. “And Sadie —”
