“Fuck, I need to see you.” Dan pulls out and drops down onto the couch before grabbing me by my waist and lifting me onto his lap. I reach down and take his cock, lining it up andsinking down with a satisfied groan.
“That’s better. Look at you. So fucking gorgeous.”
I smile and take his hand, leading it back down between us. He gets the message and returns to playing with my clit as we kiss, our hips moving in perfect sync.
“Fuck, Dan,” I pant as I feel my climax building. “Faster. Please.”
“I’m there, baby,” he grunts, letting go of my clit to grip my hips and rock us faster. But I need that stimulation. This time when I reach down myself he doesn’t stop me.
Our eyes lock and my mouth falls open just as I feel his hips shudder. “Yes,” I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. Dan follows, groaning out my name as he thrusts up into me shakily.
I collapse onto his chest, feeling incredibly satisfied and incredibly sleepy. Lips press to my forehead.
“I’m gonna go deal with the condom.”
I nod, my eyes still closed, perfectly content to let him lift me off his lap and set me down on the couch.
“Mmmkay.”
“You gonna fall asleep on me, Birdie?” he says with a chuckle, and I smile.
“Nah. We’re gonna snuggle.”
The last thing I remember before waking up in my bed the next morning, Dan wrapped around me from behind, is hearing that chuckle again and feeling lips pressing a soft, loving kiss to my forehead.
Chapter thirty-one
Monty
I stroke Lark’s hair away from her face, unable to ignore how worried I am any longer. We should be heading to the airport together this morning, bound for Arizona and spring training. But Lark’s been feeling under the weather for a week or so and threw up a couple of times yesterday. So she’s staying home and going to the doctor later this week instead. The plan is for her to fly out with the rest of the team that starts training next week. This week it’s just pitchers and catchers.
I’m hoping she’ll feel better and can make the trip down south. Because the idea of being away from her, even for a short while, physically hurts my chest.
“Hey, Birdie, I gotta go,” I say softly, bending down to kiss her forehead. Her eyes slowly flutter open, but it’s the dark circles underneath those beautiful baby blues that have me concerned. She’s been sleeping like the dead, barely making it to nine most nights before I’m tucking her in bed. Something’s not right, and it’s freaking me out.
“Do you want me to drive you to the airport?” she asks sleepily, covering her yawn with her hand.
“Nah, stay here and rest. I’ll get one of the guys to pick me up. You see the doctor on Thursday, right? I know we’ll be talking before then, but you better let me know what they say as soon as you can.”
She nods. “I will, but it’s just a virus, I’m sure. I hope you don’t come down with it.”
I thump my chest lightly with my fist. “My immune system is strong. I’ll be fine.” I don’t tell her that if it were a virus, she’d be getting better by now. “Can I get you anything? Coffee, water, a milkshake?”
She gives me a small smile. “Some coffee would be amazing.”
I lean down again and kiss the tip of her nose. “Coming right up.”
Out in the kitchen, I shoot off a message to Yami asking for a lift to the airport, then busy myself making Lark some coffee. Grabbing the stack of sticky notes on the counter, I scribble out a message and hide it in the cupboard that holds the mugs. When her coffee is ready, I carry it back into the bedroom to find her curled up on her side, holding her stomach protectively.
“Baby, are you okay?” I set the coffee down and crouch beside her.
Her face is so pale and drawn, but she manages a nod. “Yeah, I tried to get up and my stomach revolted on me. I’m better now that I’m lying down.”
I blow out a long sigh. “Fuck, I hate that I have to leave you like this.”
She reaches out a hand and pats my shoulder lightly, mustering a tiny smile. “I’ll be okay, Dan. It’s not the first time I’ve been sick.”
“Maybe so, but it’s the first time you’ve been sick when I’ve been the one who gets to take care of you, and here I am, failing that job by abandoning you.” I give her an exaggerated pout, and it earns me a slightly bigger smile.
