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“You mean you don’t want to take me here? You don’t want to fuck me against this door? Hear the sounds of my body pounding against it as you pound into my pussy?”
A growl rumbled low in Milton’s chest. “I want to be able to see you when I fuck you. I want to be able to see your lips wrapped around my cock and your hands pump my shaft.” He grabbed her hand and placed it against his straining erection.
“It is hard.” She massaged his balls. “And I do want it in my mouth.” He felt her push closer and whisper in his ear as if her warm breath would be a distraction from her pulling at the button of his jeans. “Are you sure we just can’t–”
Amie whined as he reached behind her and turned the door handle, shedding light into the dirty closet.
“Let’s go, Woods. We have all night for you to get in my pants.”
Chapter 11
The crack of the bat echoed throughout the field. The ball sailed over Milton’s head on the pitcher’s mound, and definitely farther than Carrie could handle at shortstop. Rob released his grip on the bat and let it fall to the ground. He took off to first base in one fluid movement.
Aleks bolted from his position at right field and vaulted into the air, stretching out his body, holding out his arm, positioning his glove until the ball rested gently inside the leather.
“Son of a bitch!” Rob cursed from second base.
Aleks picked himself up and dusted off the dirt with a grin the length of the diamond.
Milton didn’t think the skills from his youth would easily surface, but he found himself transported back to a time when life was fun and carefree. When all that mattered was baseball, good grades and girls. It seemed as if pitching a no-hitter was like riding a bike. Except, his bike was old, rusty and full of defects.
He felt twenty years old again. And he owed it all to Amie.
“Uncle Milty, pitch to me! Pitch to me!” the little bug screamed from home plate.
How Amie had managed to get all of his favorite people on the diamond he would never figure out. Besides his University buddies and their significant others, his sister Marilyn and the bug and also Sam his foreman. But he had a sinking feeling it wasn’t Amie who had extended the invitation to Sam. Uck! Even his old friends Marc and Billy Bob were there.
Alexandria jumped up and down on home plate with a plastic bat in her hand. Milton grabbed the plastic ball out of his pocket and took his stance.
“Remember what I told you, bug,” he yelled from the pitcher’s mound. “Keep your eye on the ball.”
His niece nodded as he wound up and lobbed the blue plastic toward her. She swung hard, clipping the ball and sending it spinning toward him.
“Run, Alexandria! Run!” Marilyn shouted.
She took off with the bat still in her hand. She was a quick little girl, because she actually made it to first base before Milton could run to grab the ball and throw it over to Sam at first base.
Alexandria reveled in the sounds of clapping and hollering for her as she jumped up and down on the base, her tiny face beaming with accomplishment.
Arms snaked around Milton’s body and clasped together against his stomach. “Having fun?” Amie ducked under his arm and twisted around his body, bringing them face to face.
Milton rested his chin on her head. “I don’t know how you managed to pull this off–” He pulled back to look her in the eye. “–without my knowledge…but it’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Get a room, you two,” Aleks screamed from first base where everyone was still huddled around congratulating the bug.
They both laughed. “Guess we should join the crowd,” Milton said.
“Do you think you could start the grill? We should eat.” Amie took his hand in hers and together they walked to the caged dugout to get started with food.
The men had gathered around the fire and the woman around the picnic table. Most of the men. Marc and Billy Bob had taken a liking to Marilyn and were giving Sam a run for his money.
The sprawling park was home to dozens of other families enjoying the warm summer sunshine. Children played tag and Frisbee. Parents chatted and held their youngest ones in the splash pad.
“I can’t believe you have to go already,” Rob whined.
“Oh, don’t get emotional.” Aleks sneered at Rob. “Ever since Martina got knocked up you’ve been a blubbering idiot.”
“Not true,” Rob defended himself.
