Page 114 of Bad Run

Present

It’s a little before sunset when I steer my car up the driveway to Lance’s home. Reaching for my phone, I tap open the smart home app and remote open the garage.

I park my car in my reserved spot and cut the engine with a sigh.

It wasn’t my plan to return here tonight, but when I got in the car, my autopilot switched on and I ended up at Lance’s place instead of mine. I blame Lance and his wicked mouth.

I haven’t stopped thinking about our kiss this morning. About my feelings. Our relationship. My next steps.

Work was the only thing that kept sane today.

The house is quiet—too quiet—as I enter, turning on lights and slipping off my shoes by the door. Feels cold and empty. Almost lifeless without Lance.

I hate that he’s back at the stadium, getting ready to leave for his flight while I’m here alone. Traveling is part of playing professional baseball, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to his travel schedule.

A hollow ache of loneliness blooms in my chest.

Appetite lost, I bypass the kitchen and head for our bedroom.

Our bedroom.

The thought has me smiling as I strip off my clothes and place them in the laundry basket in the walk-in closet. Our bedroom is how Lance would describe it.

I rub my fist over the ache in my sternum and take a slow, deep breath. Sleeping here without Lance feels both right and wrong. He would love to know I’m here safe and sound while he’s away.

Maybe a long, hot bath will help me relax so I can figure some things out.

Grabbing the soft pink robe—a gift from Lance—from the hook behind the door, I slip it on. It’s soft like I’d imagine a cloud to be, fluffy and light.

I freeze, catching a whiff of citrus and pepper. Lifting the robe’s collar to my nose, I take a deep inhale, breathing in the remnants of Lance’s cologne that still clings to the fabric.

The delicious scent stokes the dormant fire in my lower belly. Linked by desire, my needy clit pulses.

My gaze drifts toward the wall of windows and lands on the pool, where only hours ago Lance and I kissed.

The memory of his hands wrapped around my body, as he explored my mouth with his tongue and rubbed his cock over my heated core, has hot and wet lust gushing between my legs and dripping down my inner thighs.

The need for relief overwhelms my senses and leads me to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. I climb onto the mattress, lie back against the pillows, and untie the sash of my robe, letting it fall open around me. The cool air hits my skin and pebbles my nipples.

My skin prickles, hot and ready, as I run my nails down the middle of my torso to my aching pussy. I’m so worked up thinking about Lance that my usual need for a vibrator is unnecessary.

I dip my fingers down to my entrance, gathering my arousal on my fingertips and placing them on my clit. With a gentle touch, I tease myself, pressing harder with each circle around the sensitive bud.

As my heart rate climbs, my breath quickens and the ache between my legs grows taught. Not wanting to come so soon, I remove my fingers from my clit and dip them back down into my entrance, pushing them deep inside me. Imaging its Lance inside me instead.

The air in the room turns electric. Awareness that I’m being watched has me opening my eyes.

I freeze.

Standing in the doorway, jaw clenched and hands gripping the sides of the frame, is Lance. His heavy-lidded and intense stare is fixed on me. Dark like a stormy sea, ready to ravage my shores.

“Don’t stop. Keep going,” he rasps. His gaze drops to the space between my legs. “Please let me watch you come.”

With a nod, I slowly slide my fingers in and out of my pussy.

Lance’s tongue sweeps across his lips. “Wait. Grab my pillow and put it under your hips.”

I do as he asks and reach for his pillow, placing it under my hips.