Page 76 of Coastal Rewind

She ended the statement by saying it’s stupid and tried to change the subject but I made it clear that if this was an activity she liked then I was going to ask about it.

She flipped the book over and rubbed her lips together to hide her smirk. “It’s a sports romance.”

“Oh yeah? You reading about baseball players behind my back?” I asked, taking a sip from my glass.

She shook her head. I furrowed my brows and my head tilted to the side. “Not baseball?”

She tried to hold the book to her chest but I snagged it from her hands and flipped it over to see the cover. There was a cartoon drawing of a hockey player with his arm around a girl in a pantsuit.

My jaw dropped.

“First MJ, and now you? Is baseball just not cool anymore?”

“Hockey romances are all the rage right now.” My little nomad fucking shrugged like my ego wasn’t in the toilet.

“Fine. Read your stupid hockey romance,” I mumbled. I stood and stripped my shirt and sweats off before walking into the pool in my briefs.

“Don’t get broody.” Ryleigh waved her finger at me. “You’re still the sexiest player in major league baseball.”

“Yeah, well, no one is writing a fucking book about it.”

Ryleigh’s head fell back on a laugh and then she stood. She was still in her jean shorts and tank top from the game and I was fairly certain she wasn’t hiding a bikini underneath.

“Can I make it up to you?” Her tone was smooth as silk as her fingers lifted the hem of her tank and she pulled it over her head exposing the most delicious light pink lace bra.

“I don’t know. I’m kind of hurt.” I pouted.

“We can’t have that.” She unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the pavement. I was already revved up after the game and seeing her standing in front of me in next to nothing had me ready to explode.

She slowly walked down the stairs into the water and approached me, moving to stand between my legs. I gripped her bare waist and pulled her into me.

“I think, maybe, I can forgive you.” I leaned down and trailed kisses from her shoulder up to her jaw.

“You think?”

I nodded. “Maybe.”

She smirked at me. “Sit on the edge of the pool, Superstar.”

I arched a brow but complied as I leaned on my palms and pushed out of the water to sit on the edge. She scooted slower until her palms were running the length of my thighs.

“I think I can convince you.” Her hand brushed up and over my rock hard cock.

A groan left my body as she gripped it through my wet briefs. Her expression was downright temptress when she hooked her thumbs under my briefs and peeled them down my thighs.

She peered up at me through dark, wet lashes and lowered her head until she licked me from base to tip and sucked me all the way to the back of her throat. It was like fucking heaven. She gagged and pulled back a little before pushing back down and giving herself a second to adjust.

I pulled the scrunchie out of her hair so her dirty blonde curls fell around her shoulders. I wrapped the long strands around my fist and held her tightly in place.

“You take my dick so well, baby.”

She moaned at my praise and somehow took me even deeper. The sound that escaped me was one of pure ecstasy. If I died in this moment, I’d have lived an extremely good life knowing this is what Ryleigh Kelly’s fucking mouth felt like.

She gripped my balls and worked them in her hands as I lifted her head up by her hair and pushed her back down.

One of the most surprising things about Ryleigh was how compliant she was in the bedroom. She surrendered to me any chance she could, as if she wanted a break from always being in control.

I picked up the pace, pulling her up and pushing her back down faster and faster until I could feel my balls tightening. I tried lifting her head off me, but she gripped my thighs tighter and fought my pull.