Page 61 of Double Play

I shift my squeezing fingers to fingertips on the sensitive nub that will get me off, working myself in tight circles as he drags in and out, winding us up like a batter set to swing.

Typically, I’d consider side sex lazy, but the tender tease of him leaving me and the controlled rush to fill me is anything but idle. Every slow thrust is purposeful. Every deep tap is intentional. Declan flattens his hand against my lower belly, as if feeling himself within me, filling me, touching me as I’ve never been touched.

And when Declan finally presses to the hilt, jetting off inside me, I bite my lip as he sets me off and I squeeze at him buried within me.

His arm wraps around my middle, and he tugs me until my back is tight to his chest, and we lay like this despite the mess.

“India Baker, you’re my best girl,” he whispers, like the claim he made when he asked me to dance in the middle of a crowded street.

And I close my eyes, knowing it’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.

twenty-five

. . .

[Declan]

After four glorious days with India within easy reach, we are separated once again during the days. However, each night I find myself steering my pickup in the direction of her house during our next series of games, which are home against Cincinnati.

Montgomery has returned from summer camp but spends the weekend with Michelle and Brent.

We have an away matchup with New York and then return home for another three-day stretch. I can’t wait to see both my girls which happens sooner than I think.

When I pull into the garage beneath my building, I find a car parked in my assigned spot. The numbers on the ground match the apartment address. But then I watch a vision step out of her car and I fumble to set my truck into Park. Leaving the engine running, I step out of my vehicle, smile already wide and pleased.

“Wildfire?”

“I couldn’t wait another minute to see you.” She approaches me with such force that I fall back against the side of my truck, laughing while we kiss one another.

“What are you doing here?” I murmur, brushing back her wild hair and staring into her bright eyes.

“I would have met you at the ballpark, but . . .”

The team bus drops us off at the stadium after a road trip so guys can collect their cars or be picked up by their significant others. Her hesitation is the team. No one can know about us, and I understand.

I’m just fucking happy to see her and I kiss her again, hard and swift, and spinning her so her back hits the side of my truck.

“Fuck, wildfire,” I groan, moving down to her jaw. “Let me just look at you.” I pull back and stare at her, like kissing her hasn’t just proven she’s really here, standing in my garage, waiting for me.

I kiss her one more time and she hitches her leg against my hip. With my hands on the back of her upper thighs, I scoop her up, pressing her back against my truck while she wraps both legs around my waist. I grind into her, ready to bust out of my pants and take her right here in the dirty underground garage.

Instead, I say, “Let me find a place to park and then we can go upstairs.”

Within minutes, we’re making out in the elevator and fumbling into my place. Three days has been three days too long without her and we make it only as far as the peninsula before I have her shorts off and my pants down. With her seated on the countertop, I watch as I glide into her.

“Like sliding into home.” Only I don’t mean a baseball metaphor.

Entering her is like coming home, and she was here to welcome me back. A man could get addicted to someone like India. Her exotic scent. Her throaty laughter. Her body fitting so nicely against mine.

In the morning, I’m ready to take advantage of my bed partner once again when I hear the distinct slam of my apartment door.

“What the hell?” I scramble out of bed, throw open the door, and meet the angered gaze of my fourteen-year-old, whose face is streaked with tears.

Fuck. “What happened?” I step forward then stall because I’m sporting morning wood and wearing only boxer briefs. Cupping the front of myself a second, I stare at my girl, then lift a hand, motioning for one minute.

Sneaking back into my room, I close the door behind me.

“Is everything okay?” India asks, her voice groggy from sleep and sexy as fuck.