I reach inside her tank top, roughly moving her bra out of the way so my hand cups her naked tit. She moans my name when I pinch her nipple, and I nearly lose it again. I don’t bother biting back my groan as the friction of her ass against my cock drives me fucking wild.
A third finger joins the first two inside her cunt, and she moans long and loud.
“You’ll need this tight pussy stretched out to take my cock, Ev. It’s bigger than that toy you have.”
I feel her tighten around my fingers. She’s close. I can feel it.
“Show me,” she begs.
“Oh, I will.” I quicken my thrusting pace, twisting my fingers inside her. Her ass rubs against my cock, and fuck if I don’t feel the warmth building. I focus on her wetness, my movement wild and greedy. “But not until you’re ready to talk about that kiss. Because you know damn well it meant something.”
Everleigh comes apart against my hand, collapsing against the wall as she cries out.
No longer able to hold back, I stop fighting my release. Hot ropes of cum shoot from my cock, covering the back of her pink shorts and running down one of her legs. I refuse to move my hand from between her legs until she finally stills.
I bend down to gather my shirt off the floor and use it to catch the runaway cum. “Next time I’m coming inside you, Ev,” I say, kissing the back of Everleigh’s neck as I ball up the shirt and toss it aside.
She flashes me a flirty, sated look over her shoulder. “Bold of you to assume there’llbea next time.”
I let out a low, amused laugh. “There’ll be a next time, Ev. One where you’re begging for this cock inside you.”
CHAPTER 11
Everleigh
If I thought Wyatt Knight’s ass looked good in a pair of Levi’s, I wasn’t prepared for how great it would look in a pair of baseball pants. Whether we’ve been in the dugout or on the field, Wyatt at the pitcher’s mound, and me playing short stop between first and second, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off it. It looks delicious enough to bite into.
I’m staring at that fine ass through the dugout wire when Coach Porter calls my name.
“Everleigh, you’re on deck after Wyatt.” Kurt’s the best electrician within a hundred miles and the coed softball team’s self-appointed coach. Since no one else wants to be in charge, no one argues the appointment. He only plays when he has to. On nights like tonight when there are enough men to fill the spots, Kurt hovers with a clipboard keeping track of the batting order and who’s playing what position on the field.
“Hold that thought,” Sherri Townsend says to her sister sitting next to her as I pass them in the dugout. “Sheriff Knight’s up next.”
The way she practically coos his name has me tightening my grip on the bat I select. Is this…jealousy?
Fuck.
Although Wyatt and I didn’t have a chance to talk aboutwhatlast night was thanks to an emergency call that required him to leave in a hurry, I clung to the wholefriendsthing we agreed to when he showed up in the first place.
That it turned into friends with benefits, well, no one’s mad about that, right?
Fuck, those benefits weredivine.
“You’re single now,” Sherri’s sister Gloria says as I move in front of the dugout. It’s too early for me to practice my swing. I have to wait until Wyatt’s up to bat, so I hang back near the dugout. “You should totally go for it. Imagine the babies the two of you would have together.”
“Do you think he wants more than three?” Sherri says, giggling.
“A man like that, you should go for at least five.”
I don’t have to hear the whole conversation to know they’re talking about Wyatt. They can’t stop staring at him anymore than I can. He swings a bat off to the side, preparing to take the plate next, and I hear one of them make some type of swooning noise. Until now, I’ve given Wyatt so much shit about women like Sherri fawning all over him. Though she is attractive, she’s totally not his type. Nor have any of the women who’ve been tripping all over themselves to get Wyatt to notice them this past year.
Huh.
The sky darkens overhead, and I look up to see cumulonimbus clouds forming in the west. There’s one helluva storm on the way, and judging by the speed it’s building, we’re not making it to the end of this game. First sign of lightning, they’ll call the game.
Did I call in a thunderstorm? I laugh quietly at the thought, knowing full well Sherri won’t be the one going home with the good sheriff should we get rained out.
But she could be the one walking down the aisle to him if you don’t get your head out of your ass,James.
