When the security guy comes up, I point to the dick. “Either move him or get him out.”
The prick makes it worse by trying to blame the girls for starting it. I can see Mia’s mouth opening, but I’m not about to have security take her, too.
“Mia,” I clip, bringing her attention completely to me then changing my tone. “You’re good, honey. Let it go.”
Mia bites back her smirk, or maybe bites back a remark on me bossing her around, but the moment I turn back to home plate she does another cat-call whistle.
Yeah, she’s earned several orgasms tonight, that’s for sure.
Chapter 12
Adam
Over the years in my career, I’ve won countless games. I’ve won two World Series titles, and yet, winning today knowing Mia was in the stands…it felt different. As insignificant as this game feels in comparison to others, I get to go enjoy the high of a win and celebrate it with her. Hell, the idea of losing even sounds better knowing I can talk to her about it.
I hadn’t necessarily ever thought about that perk of being in a relationship, and I can’t help but understand more and more of what Callie was talking about.
When we get back to the hotel, Beck and I are the first ones off the damn bus and in the elevators. If I wasn’t on the twentieth floor, I probably would’ve taken the stairs.
Even though it’s my room, I decide to knock and let her answer so I don’t freak her out by practically barreling into the room just to see her.
I don’t want to hide the smile that comes to my face at the mere sound of her footsteps coming to the door.
“You know, I don’t think you have to knock when it’s your room, Reyer,” she says as she swings the door open.
Scooping her up, I bring her thighs around my waist, walking us back into the room. “I didn’t want to freak you out by breaking down the door to get to you.”
Her arms wrap around my neck. “Right, you thought it better to attack once I opened the door.”
My eyes are locked on her lips. “Exactly.” I back her up against the nearest wall and kiss her.
I can tell she’s eaten more of those chocolates, and her hair is still damp from a shower.
Her legs tighten around my hips and she lets out a hum. “Wait, are you not going to say anything about the jersey?”
Jersey? My eyes travel down to her chest. Shit, all I saw when she opened the door was a pair of bold blue eyes and a beautiful smile. “Baby, this better be mine.”
Mia snorts a laugh then unwraps her legs. “Let me go and you’ll find out.”
I take two steps back then spin my finger around for her to turn.
“Emma just dropped it off,” she says with a smirk as she slowly spins, bringing her hair over her shoulder to show me my last name and number on her back. “So, tell me, how many girls have you seen wearing your jersey?”
A smile tugs at my lips. “I’ve mostly seen grown men wearing my fan jersey.” Taking her by the hips, I spin her back to face me.
This snarky look teases her eyes. “And you don’t think you have any girl fans? That’s a bit sexist, babe.”
“You’re the only one I care about seeing in my jersey, Mia.” Cupping her cheek softly, I glide my hand back through her hair, then take a tight grip of it. “You’re the only one I’m going to fuck while wearing it, too.”
I don’t give her a chance to give me whatever sass is waiting on her tongue. I’d rather taste it instead.
Bringing my mouth down on hers, her body tenses in my hold for a second before completely giving in to the kiss.
Mia’s hands fist my shirt as I move us over to the bed. Only pulling back to lift my shirt over my head, I kiss her again as she slips a hand in my athletic shorts.
At the first workover of her hand, my whole body jolts. Fuck, I want to make this last, but I feel like a freaking twenty-year-old again. Except now it’s not just the idea of sex that excites me, it’s being with Mia. Her touch, the sounds she makes, that look in her eye when I praise her.
I’ve fucked my fist many times over these past two weeks at the mere thought of them, but now she’s here, and every fantasy pales greatly in comparison.
