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She glances at me over her shoulder, an exaggerated simper on her face. “You say the sweetest things to me.”
Ignoring her sarcasm, I grip the cage of her helmet and force her gaze forward again. Kicking her feet further apart, I settle a hand on her shoulder and push down gently until her knees are slightly bent, not too much, just enough. As my fingers skirt down her arms to adjust her grip, she leans back with a soft sigh that I'm almost sure is accidental, wiggling her ass against me in a move that I'm absolutely sure is purposeful. I guide her though a couple of swings, first with my hands covering hers, then with them on her hips, murmuring corrections under my breath.
The third time, I step back and watch her, nodding in approval. “Try again,” I call over my shoulder as I jog back to the pitching machine. “Keep your eyes on the ball this time.”
This time when a baseball comes flying her way, Luna doesn't flinch. Instead, she swings with confidence, and a loud cracking sound rings through the air as ball and bat connect. Squealing, she drops the bat and bounces toward me, throwing herself in my arms with the excitement of a player who just won the MLB World Series. “I did it!”
I wrap my arms around her, probably smiling just as wide as she is because what the fuck else am I supposed to do when a beautiful, happy woman chucks herself in my arms? “That was good, sweetheart.”
“Better than Ben?”
“Could steal his spot on the team out from under him.”
Luna scoffs and slaps me upside the head for my sarcasm but she's beaming. Fucking beaming. Beaming and blushing and so fucking beautiful. So horrendously out of my league that I'm not quite sure how I managed to get myself in this position. I'm not going to question it, though. I'm going to hang onto her for as long as she'll let me.
Not literally, though. We look weird as fuck right now, hanging off each other in the middle of the batting cages, and the looks we're garnering are making me want to bury my face in her neck and hide. I allow myself one more moment with her wrapped around me, smothered in her sweet, vanilla scent before dropping her carefully to her feet and nudging her back towards the dropped bat, slapping her ass when she pouts. “Again.”
With a wink and a mock salute, she croons, “Yes, Coach.”
20
JACKSON
It'spitch black outside by the time we leave the batting cages.
I have to drag Luna out of the place. My little perfectionist was reluctant to leave until she aced her swing, and I wasn't complaining because, shit, she looked damn hot doing it. Only when the employees start shooting me pleading eyes, silently begging me to let them close up and get home, do I force the bat out of her hands and corral her outside.
Her voice carries across the empty parking lot, her excited chatter as warm as her hand in mine as we stroll to my car parked in the furthest, darkest corner. An almost painful smile splits my face at how much she enjoyed something I do, something that’s a pretty major part of me.
“Next time, I'm teaching you how to pitch,” I tell her as I open the passenger door for her, waiting for her to slide in before jogging around and getting in the driver’s side.
Luna’s head lolls towards me, smile distorted by her cheek smushed against the headrest, gaze soft and genuine. “I’d like that.”
I'm not sure who leans in first.
Probably me.
I just know that one moment I'm staring at her, wondering how the fuck I got so lucky, and the next, blue eyes are reeling me in like there's an invisible string tugging me closer. We meet in the middle, a clash of soft, smiling lips and warm skin.
She's playful tonight. Nipping at my bottom lip, chasing my tongue with hers, gripping my wrists in an effort to keep me at arm’s length when I cup her face, stopping me from taking control.
It's a constant battle for control between us, one that I'm determined to win, one that I will win because when I let myself imagine this girl, submissive and willing…
Fuck. Mindblowing.
A gasp escapes her as my tongue lashes against hers, a sound that quickly dissolves into a moan when I bracket her throat and dip her head back for better access. Just like that, she's putty in my hands.
Her squeal rings in my ears as I haul her onto my lap, my shirt bunched in her hands as she steadies herself. Even without the halo and the wings, she's a fucking angel perched on my lap, hair wild and eyes hungry. I waste no time in reattaching our lips purely because I don't have the self-control to not do so. The hand not wrapped around her neck blindly searches for the switch that slides my seat backwards, giving us more room, and avoiding the possibility of Luna's ass jamming against the horn and accidentally drawing more attention than the rapidly fogging windows probably already are.
When we’re horizontal, her chest flush against mine and her long legs folded on either side of my thighs, I grasp her ass and push her hips even closer to mine, not wanting a single speck of distance between us, groaning as the heat between her thighs bleeds through our clothes.Too many clothes, the devil on my shoulder insists.
In one swift movement, I yank her hoodie up and the straps of her tank, tossing the former somewhere in the backset so I can properly worship the bare tits revealed. Eagerly, I suck a pretty pink nipple into my mouth, lashing and laving at it with my tongue. Her little whimper when I tug it between my teeth sends a rush of heat to my cock, her hands tugging my hair harshly having the same effect.
We groan in unison as her ass grinds against my jean-covered cock, straining uncomfortably in an attempt to bury itself where it wants to be—pure fucking heaven, I just know it.
If her wild grinding is anything to go by, Luna wants the same thing.
Her head falls back as a blissed-out whimper escapes her, depriving me of seeing her face twisted in pleasure but I'm too distracted by her tits to care. Fuck, they look good in those lacy bras she loves but they look even better like this, completely bare to me. So fucking soft and supple and sensitive.
