Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Do I look stupid? Of course, I am.”
“Good,” I murmur, ignoring the image of Marigold pregnant with my child that floats through my mind. That’s just pure craziness. Obviously having the best sex I’ve ever had in my life has fried more than a few brain cells. “Then I say we continue what we’ve started.”
“We can’t.”
I frown, pulling back to look at her. I can’t lie, having her deny me is pissing me off. “Why the hell not?”
“Because I may have slipped up once—”
“I’d say twice,” I grumble just because I can, grinding against her. This time Marigold’s nails bite so deeply into my skin I’m pretty sure she scores my skin and fuck if I don’t like that idea. I want to carry her mark. I want her to have mine. With that in mind I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth. I capture it with my teeth flicking my tongue against the hardened tip.
“Damn it, Slater…”
“Mm,” I moan, the sound vibrating against her nipple. I let go to look down at her. “I like it better when you call me honey,” I respond, realizing I crave hearing her calling me honey while I’m tunneling in and out of her. It’s something I’ve tasted tonight, and I want more. I doubt I’ll ever have enough of it.
“Honey,” she says, and I know she’s annoyed right now, but it comes out as a moan and the sound wraps around my cock.
“That’s better.”
“We have to stop.”
“Why? You said you were protected.”
“No, I said I was on birth control. There’s more to worry about.”
“You said it had been a while for you. I’m—”
“It hasn’t for you. Do I need to remind you that you had Bat-Bunnies hanging all over you when we first met? Not to mention my brother told me your nickname.”
“Nickname?” I ask, confused as hell and wondering why we’re having this conversation when I’m buried deep inside of her and have yet to mark her tits like I want to. Fuck, I want to mark her whole body.
Maybe I should start with the inside of her thighs.
“Beaver Tamer.”
“I think… What the fuck?”
“Exactly. So, pull out and wrap it up.”
This isn’t good. She’s mad and that’s not the emotion I want from her. “I’m going to pull out, baby, but I’m doing it just to turn your ass pink. Remember what I told you? When we’re in our bed there is no past. There is only you and me.”
“That doesn’t count, when we’re talking about the need for protection.”
“I’m clean we get regular physicals because of the team. Believe it or not, until you I’ve always been gloved up. As for that damn nickname, I’d never heard it until you used it and if you ever use it again, I’ll make it so you can’t sit down for a week.”
She studies me and I’d love to know what she’s thinking, but I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen.
“Don’t make me regret being here, Slater,” she says, her eyes full of confusion.
“I’m going to make that my mission, baby. I’m going to make it my mission,” I vow.
I lean back down and take her nipple back in my mouth, sucking it hard, while her body arcs beneath me and she cries out in hunger. I release her with a popping noise and run my tongue along her breast, nibbling in places because I can’t stop myself from tasting her skin.
This woman is an addiction and I’m never going to get enough of her.
Never.
CHAPTER 17
Slater
One Week Later
“Strike!”
“Shit,” I hiss.
“Dag-nab-it, BT! Where in hell is your brain? Gladys could hit that ball it was right in the old breadbasket,” Rooster snaps, yanking his ballcap off his head and wadding it up in his hand.
“I want that to stop right now, Rooster. If you don’t, I swear I won’t care you’re my coach or an old man, I’ll lay you out,” I growl being an asshole.
“You feel froggy, go ahead and jump. I’ll send you to your knees to get in touch with your maker,” he responds, sounding surprisingly sane. With Rooster, I’ve learned sanity comes in short bursts. He always makes sense, but sometimes he almost sounds normal.
“Stop calling me that,” I argue throwing my bat down on the ground.
Some of the guys start walking toward us and that’s the last thing I want. For the first time in my life, playing baseball is not where I want to be. It has been a week since I’ve seen Marigold. To make matters worse, she texted me this morning to let me know she has to work this weekend and won’t be at the game tomorrow night. I needed her back in my bed, but I also wanted to see her in the stands.
Damn it, I just wanted her with me.