“Awwwww,” Ivory and Bree gush over the puppy and Miller shoots a smug ”I told you so” smile to Fields over their heads.
Sure enough, we leave the stadium after the event with a new puppy. The girls haven’t stopped loving on him all afternoon, and Miller’s more goofy than normal. I have no idea how he’s going to manage a puppy and another month of baseball.
The jersey he wore to the charity appearance yesterday is lying on the floor by the bed when I wake up from a blissful sleep. The hours after we got back are a blur, but it ended with us once again tangled in the sheets. Picking up his jersey, I pull it to my face and inhale deeply. His scent clings to the fabric. It’s starting to smell a lot more like peace than the thrill of lust. He’s long gone, most likely getting in a workout before the game later today. Slipping the jersey over my shoulders, I button it up as I pad to the bathroom. It’s big and hangs off my body in places, but it feels good to wear something of his. After my conversation with Grant, I wonder how it would feel to wear it to the game instead of Miller’s jersey.
My stomach growls, reminding me that I slept in and haven’t eaten in far too long. I also desperately need to hydrate. I’m not sure when he’ll be back, but I’m not ready to leave, so I head into the kitchen in search of food, hoping the fridge is stocked. Grabbing a glass from beside the sink, I fill it up with the water from the freezer door and gulp it down quickly before refilling it and opening the refrigerator. Sitting on the top shelf is a tub of my favorite yogurt with sliced berries beside it. On the front of the container is a note that says “eat me” with a smiley face.
Knowing he was thinking of me and made sure I would have my favorite breakfast warms my heart. He surprises me every day and I can feel myself falling. It’s terrifying and exhilarating.
I’m pulling a bowl down from one of the cabinets beside the stove when I hear the front door close. Something drops to the floor and then footsteps sound against the hardwood floor.
“I could get used to this,” he says from the entrance to the kitchen where he’s leaning against the wall to stare at me. Why is that so sexy? He hasn’t changed from his workout. Black athletic shorts hang low on his hips. His white T-shirt is beginning to cling to the sweat on his body. He clearly worked out without his shirt on because it’s not fully drenched in sweat yet. His hair is wet and disheveled like he just ran his hands through it. He must’ve dropped the signature blue baseball hat on the floor when he came in.
My mouth goes dry. He’s so fucking hot. When I finally meet his eyes, they sparkle with desire, reminding me he said something when he came in. “Used to what?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound as distracted as I am. Busying my hands, I finish making my breakfast.
“You,” he says, immediately causing me to blush, “in my kitchen when I come home from a workout.” He pushes up from his leaned position and walks toward me. “Waking up to you in the morning.” Coming up behind me, he cages me into the countertop, kissing the side of my neck. I instantly melt back into him. “Seeing you in my jersey with my name across your back.”
“Which part can you get used to? That was a lot and we’ve done the whole wake up in the morning thing for a few weeks now.” My breath stutters as he continues his assault on my neck. He grips my hips and slowly turns me around, then effortlessly lifts me to the countertop. My legs spread automatically giving him room.
“You in nothing but my jersey in my kitchen after waking up from a night spent inside you.” He smirks when I blush. My legs lock behind his back and I pull him into me. His hands flex on my hips in response. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his lips. A groan falls from his mouth as his hands rise to tunnel into my hair and take control of the kiss. Tongues tease and lips clash ina heated passion unlike anything I’ve felt with anyone else. The effect he has on my mind and my body has ruined me.
“All of it,” I murmur against his lips.
“Every single thing,” he affirms before laying me back on the counter. “Now, I haven’t had my breakfast yet and I’m starved.”
“I haven’t had mine either. You interrupted it,” I smart, but I am already panting in anticipation of his mouth on me.
“I’ll give you your breakfast after.” He winks, trailing his hand down my front then unhooking my legs from his waist. “Feet on the counter, Princess. I need full access to your sweet pussy.” My heels balance on the edge of the counter. He pushes my knees apart, exposing me. “Look at you, already drenched for me. My girl knows how to give me just what I want.” He drops to his knees before I can snark back at him.
“Oh my god,” I pant at the feel of his tongue lapping at the wetness. “Fuck.” It feels so good. He’s thorough in his exploration of my sex. Licking every drop. Swirling his tongue over the bundle of nerves. Delving into my entrance. Every single thing he does takes me higher and higher. He hums against my clit and my eyes roll back as the vibration sets off sparks of pleasure. My legs shake as he sucks my clit into his mouth, simultaneously shoving a finger into my pussy to hit that secret spot inside.
“I’m going to come. Chase, shit.” My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to me. “Fuck. Oh my god,” I scream as I fall over the edge. My legs clamp closed around his head as the orgasm rips through me.
He doesn’t let up, dragging the orgasm out of me until my legs loosen and the aftershocks cause spasms where he continues to lick me clean.
Once I’m fully sated, he stands and says, “I love watching you fall apart for me” before kissing me deeply. My taste on his tongue and the hard ridge of his cock in his shorts makes me feral.
“I need you,” I say, rocking my hips against him.
“Then take it out and give yourself what you need.” He oozes control in his commands. I’m desperate for it as I reach down between my legs and push his shorts down. His cock juts out, hard and ready. Precum already beading the top. With my finger, I bring it to my mouth. The saltiness hits my tongue as I suck on my finger and moan. His cock jumps against my core. “Come on, Princess. Stop playing and put it in,” he drops a condom onto the counter beside me as he trails his cock over my pussy.
“Yes, sir,” I purr, rolling the condom on and positioning his cock at my entrance. It’s the first time I’ve ever said that, and it didn’t feel as gross as I thought it would. Instead, it’s filthy hot and I’m about to burst into flames from the fire in his eyes.
“I need to see you.” He starts unbuttoning the jersey from the bottom. Slowly pulling it apart as he goes to reveal my stomach, then my ribs, then my breasts, and finally my collarbone. “But I’m going to leave this on so I know my name is painted on your back as I claim your pussy.” And claim me he does. Right as he places a kiss to my collarbone, he pushes deep inside on one stroke.
“Yes,” I hiss, bucking into him, causing him to push deeper. He pulls back a fraction and pushes deep again in quick, short pulses that drive us both wild. His mouth is everywhere. Over my breasts. On my nipples. Kissing along my ribcage. Licking up the valley of my breasts back to my collarbone where he nipslightly before continuing up my neck and along my jawline. All the while, he’s drawing out our pleasure in small pulses. “More. Please, more,” I claw at his back.
“Is this what you need Princess?” he asks, withdrawing to the tip and then ramming back inside to the hilt, stealing my breath.
“Fuck, yes!” I mewl as he does it again and again.
“Is this mine, Bree? Hmm?” My skin flushes as he claims me, mind, body and soul. If I wasn’t wrecked before, I am now. I can’t form a coherent thought as he pounds into me, bringing us both to the precipice.
“Answer me,” he demands. “Is this pussy mine?”
“Yes, fuck, yes. Don’t stop. Keep going.” My head thrashes back and forth on the counter as he drills into me. My hips rock against his, creating the friction I need. Reading me like a book, he thumbs my clit and takes me over the edge.
“Fuck, Bree. Squeeze me, baby. Just like that.” Abruptly, he pulls out of me, rips the condom off and jacks his cock once, twice, then sprays all over my stomach and chest. But he doesn’t stop there—he replaces his cock with two of his fingers, reigniting my orgasm.
