“There you go.” His voice goes back to a seductive low tone.
Another finger joins the first, his thumb pressing just right. His tongue swirls over my nipple, every nerve ending sparking and traveling right down to my center.
“Come on, baby. I know you’re close. Don’t hold back.” He shifts to my other breast, sucking hard, his pace between my thighs quickening.
I grip his forearm as though I’m afraid he’s going to stop.
He lifts up and kisses my neck, his breath in my ear causing goose bumps to explode over my skin. “Squeeze my fingers. And after you come, I’m going to suck you off my fingers, so I have the taste of you on my tongue the entire game. And I’m going to play really good, baby. So good that you’ll want to suck my cock tonight. You want that, right, baby?”
“Zan,” I pant, my thoughts a jumbled mess.
“But I’m not going to come in that mouth, no. I’m going to come deep inside your warm, wet pussy.” His voice is so low in my ear that I clench again, not wanting this to end. “That’s it. Yes, I can feel how close you are, Romy. Now give it to me.” He plunges deeper and sucks my earlobe into his mouth.
I close my eyes as he rockets me over that cliff. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I tense, then collapse against the seat as he slowly withdraws his fingers, the wet sound echoing in the small space.
True to his word, he brings his fingers to his mouth, eyes closing as though he’s never tasted anything sweeter.
God help me. This man is going to be the death of me.
A bang on the window jolts me upright with wide eyes, but not Zander. He just leans back as though he knows no one will open the door until he says they can. I scramble, yanking my bra back in place, shoving down my shirt, and yanking my jeans back up.
Zander laughs the whole time. “Shit, baby. Calm down. Don’t worry about it.”
Then we hear DeSoto shout, “Emmett, get away from that fucking door!”
“It’s game time,” Emmett argues.
“They’ll be ready when Zander says he’s ready.”
Knowing that DeSoto won’t let anyone open the door without Zander’s word, I straddle him. “Good luck today. I feel like I should’ve been the one giving you the orgasm for taking my spot.”
“That’s okay. I’m just playing for my reward later.”
“I never actually promised you a reward.”
“Baby, you’ll be on your knees later tonight. Every time I’m at bat, I’ll be thinking about impressing you more and more, so you’ll want my cock tonight.”
I laugh and kiss him one last time. “Good luck. Don’t take it too seriously.”
He grabs my ass, pulling me against him. “What do you mean, don’t take it too seriously?”
“It’s just a regular softball game against another ranch. Well… it is competitive. We’re not playing Wild Bull Ranch tonight, but still. I think it’s the second-best team.”
He kisses my neck, then pats my ass. “All right, all right. We better get going.”
We climb out of the SUV.
Emmett is halfway to the field by now. He must hear the car door because he swings around. “Hey, Zander. Why don’t you sing the national anthem?”
“Fuck no,” Zander shoots back, laughing.
Almost everyone is here. Which means everyone knows I was in the SUV with Zander the whole time—probably saw it rocking.
I kiss him once more before heading to the bleachers, while he joins the crew in the dugout with Emmett.
Sadie, Gillian, and Briar stare at me, wearing their matching shirts—Jude’s girl, Ben’s girl, and Emmett’s girl. Daisy is playing in the dirt with Wren and Leia in front of the fence. Colter is on his mom’s lap.
Sadie nudges me when I sit down. “So it’s true.”
