“God, you’re gorgeous.” I stared at her, bared to the world. I wanted to make her fall apart with my hands. I’d done it before, but in the moonlight and on the diamond? Second best moment in my life. “Do you like it when I touch you here?”
“Y-yes.”
I traced her inner thighs, drawing small figure eights without being in a hurry. Her legs bucked, her eyes shutting the closer I got to her center. “Your body is fucking responsive. I love it.”
“Mm,” was her only reply. I took that as a good sign. I used my pitching hand to slowly enter her. “Do you like this, baby?”
“Yeah.” She bucked against my hand and I gently swirled around her clit. She trembled with need already and it wouldn’t take much. Every arch of her back and tightening of her body made me fall more for her. I desperately wanted to drag this out, draw every ounce of pleasure from her. One orgasm didn’t cut it. I wanted more, all of them. I leaned over her, pressing small kisses down her neck and biting my favorite spot on her. She jumped and I increased the pace.
“You close, baby?”
“God, yeah.” Her hot breath hit my neck and I bit down on her ear. She convulsed around my hand, body shaking. She trembled beneath me, her moans and sounds echoing off the dugout walls. It was hot as fuck. “Zade. Fuck.” She continued to shake and I held on to her, letting her ride it out. With a final moan of my name, she stilled, wide-eyed. “Holy shit.”
I laughed, pressing a soft kiss against her temple. “You aren’t done yet, Callie.”
“Huh?” Her voice was sluggish. “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, I lowered her back on the bench with her legs wide open. I used both hands to flirt with the inside of her thighs. “I want you to come again.”
“Yeah?” Her interest piqued. “I’m up for trying.”
“You will. Trust me.” I lifted her hips, bringing her center to my mouth, and added my tongue to the mix. She tasted like heaven and our love-making earlier and I moaned into her. She. Was. So. Hot. I nibbled and flicked and sucked until she fell apart in my mouth.
After her second orgasm, I picked her up and set her in my lap. She rested her head against my shoulder with a small yawn and I felt more content at that moment than I’d thought possible.
“I’d say tonight made it to my top favorite nights,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence.
“One might say it was a homerun of a night, eh? We really knocked it out of the park?” She laughed at her own joke and my chest clenched.
“God, I’m laughing at your jokes. What’s wrong with me?” I kissed her temple.
“You’re trying too hard. I won’t be your girlfriend.” She laughed and I couldn’t help but join her. I loved this girl and I needed to figure out the best way to tell her.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Callie
“Yo, G, I have a dilemma of sorts for you. I need advice.” I whipped up scrambled eggs and brought them to her on the couch. Thursday had crept up and I had the only class I disliked, the lecture.
“Hit me. I got knowledge.” She held out her hands for the plate. “Gimme.”
“So, you know how I have that class today?”
“Sure. So what’s the dilemma?”
“Well, it’s a huge lecture hall. Maybe three hundred students or so. Tell me if you think this is weird or I’m overthinking it.”
“I’m listening.”
“Zade is in that class, but I never told him I also had it.” I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Greta’s reaction.
“Okay. Why?”
“In the beginning, I wanted distance from him. This was before we became a thing. Then, the next couple of weeks I didn’t really see him there and thought maybe he transferred the class. He used to have girls follow him everywhere, still does, but he sat by them and at first, I wanted to see if he continued to.”
“Because you didn’t trust him in the beginning.” She nodded as she put it together. “You want to tell him now, but it’ll look bad, like you didn’t trust him the whole time.”
“Yup. Bingo. Things are pretty fucking perfect between us. I’m in love with him, but I can’t say that and tell him about the class. He’ll think it’s a ploy or something. And I think I’m going to ask him to be my boyfriend. Make it cute and shit.” The idea had come to me a couple of nights after our dugout frenzy. I’d told Greta about it and she’d said it was the hottest thing she’d ever heard of and I couldn’t have agreed more. I wanted to officially be his girlfriend or whatever after that.
