“Yessss.I want it, Bennett. I want your cock inside me. Filling me up, fucking me until I can’t think—”
The words dissolved into a moan as he curled all three fingers at once, stroking that spot inside me with brutal precision while his thumb ground down hard on my clit.
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, fingers pumping faster now.
Heat coiled tight in my belly, building fast. My thighs shook. My grip on his forearm turned bruising.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers like you’re gonna squeeze my cock.”
I shattered with a choked cry, walls clamping down hard around him. Pulsing, fluttering. Wave after wave crashed over me. The only thing that kept me from going under was the hairy arm wrapped around my middle.
When the aftershocks finally ebbed, he eased his fingers out gently and kissed my temple.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me, Arabella.”
When I could breathe again, I twisted enough to look at him. “I want you inside me,” I told him. “I’m ready.”
He kissed me again, but this time when he pulled back, his expression was soft.
“I want that more than anything,” he said. “But not tonight. Not the way I want to do it.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He brushed a wet curl off my forehead. “I want you forhours, Arabella. I’m going to take my time with you, baby, taste every inch of you.Twice.Fuck you slow until you’re begging, and then fast until we both can’t think straight and you fall asleep with me buried inside you.”
My breath caught at the raw want in his voice.
“But tomorrow is a big day,” he continued, thumb tracing my lower lip. “Batting practice at eight and my first game back after that. If we start tonight, I’m not stopping until the sun comes up. And I can’t do that to you, or to myself, when I need to be sharp tomorrow.”
I exhaled shakily, torn between frustration and understanding. “You’re killing me, King.”
He chuckled. “I know. I promise, tomorrow night, after the game, I’m all yours. I’ll barricade the doors shut if I need to.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
I settled back against his chest, his arms wrapping around me again. The water was starting to cool, but neither of us moved to get out.
It was hard to believe that just three days ago, I’d been terrified I was losing him. Tonight, he was holding me like he would never let go. And tomorrow . . .
I turned my head just enough to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, tasting salt and warm skin.
“Tomorrow night,” I whispered.
“Tomorrow night,” he echoed. “I’m going to make you forget every minute we waited.”
Bennett
“Are we still doing the tequila bar after the game?” Roman leaned against the rail beside me, arms crossed like he was already mentally halfway there. “Because I may or may not know a bartender there who may or may not have sucked my dick a few times.”
Matty snorted from my other side. “Is that your way of saying you wanna go somewhere else?”
“No, it’s my way of saying that I can make one call and get us the banquet room if we want it,” Roman shot back.
A mixture of laughter and teasing broke out amongst the dugout. It was the bottom of the eighth and we were up by two. Bases loaded, two outs. The crowd noise rolled in like a living, breathing thing. Stadium lights burned hot overhead, turning the infield grass electric green.
Wes leaned forward from his spot on the other end of the bench, grinning wide. “That’s it? No bottle service? Maybe your dick game isn’t what you think it is, Garcia.”
