“Yes, ma’am.” Snapping my hips forward, I fuck her hard and deep. Just the way I know she likes it.
“I—I—” Layla groans, her orgasm overtaking her. “I’m coming!” she screams, her pussy clamping down on me. As she climaxes, her face is absolutely gorgeous. I love Layla’s O-face.
Grunting from the force of her orgasm, I come, spilling inside her. “Layla,” I groan out as I climax, the zip of pleasure intense as it shoots down my spine. Fuck, that was…
“Amazing,” she whispers, her eyes peering up at me. “I love you.”
I didn’t realize I said it out loud. I smile and kiss her sweet lips. “I love you, too.”
EPILOGUE
I’m sitting in the stands in Blue Valley, watching Gabe coach the Vipers in his last major league game. I’m wearing the jersey he gave me with his name on the back. Glancing down to the field, I drink in the sight of my man in his element. He looks damn good in baseball pants. Hearing the crack of the bat, the Vipers player hits the ball to the outfield and over to the second baseman. “Go, go, go!” I scream, jumping up and down. He runs full speed, touching base right before the first baseman catches the ball.
“Safe!” the umpire calls. The runner on second advances to third.
I sit back down. I’m on the edge of my seat. Blue Valley is playing for the World Series title. If they win this game, they’ll be World Series Champions. I’m so proud of Gabe and his team; they’ve worked hard to get to this point. “Come on, baby,” I mumble under my breath.
“Breathe, Layla,” Cora says, laughing softly, smiling at me. She also wears a jersey, but it’s customized to their last name. Chris and their kid wear matching jerseys, too. It’s adorable.
The next batter steps into the box and I hold my breath. There are two outs. This can go one of three ways. He can hit a home run and the game is over or he can get a hit and the runner can try to score. Or he can strike out, and then the Vipers have to stop them from scoring. Either way, it’s a nail biter. The opposing pitcher winds up, throwing a curveball.
“Strike one!” the ump calls out as he signals.
Damn. Come on, guys.
The batter steps out and takes a quick practice swing, then steps back into the batter’s box, getting into his stance. The pitcher throws a missile, a fastball this time, and the batter swings and connects. Solidly. Did he… He did! He hit a home run!
“Vipers win!” the announcer cries out. “Vipers have just won the World Series!”
“They did it!” I shout at Cora. “They won!”
“They did it!” Cora cries, jumping up and down with me.
We celebrate along with the rest of the crowd. And, of course, my eyes go to Gabe, on the field, in celebration with his team. What a night! And what a way to go out. On top, baby! Sensing my eyes on him, he looks up and into the stands, his eyes meeting mine. Smiling, he motions to make my way down to the field. I do so, but wait just a bit, since he’s with his kids. I want to make sure he has time with them; they all deserve that. “I love you,” I mouth. He smiles, his eyes searing into mine. I’m so glad that he’s mine.
I make my way onto the field, and as soon as Gabe spots me, he strides toward me and picks me up. Twirling me around, he seals his lips to mine. “I love you,” he murmurs, for my ears only.
“And I love you.”
“Wait for me?” he asks, referring to when he’ll finally make it home after all the celebrations tonight.
“Always,” I reply softly, tightening my hands around his neck. We’ll be celebrating in our own way later. Of that, I am sure.
Gabe
“We did it. We FUCKING did it!” I whoop, getting in on the celebration in the locker room. What a way to end the season!
“Congrats, Coach!” Nico says, followed by each and every player on the team and every member of the coaching staff.
“Congrats, guys!” I shout, spraying champagne all over them, same as they did to me. They deserve to celebrate. Me? I just want to get home to Layla. But for now, I soak it all in. It’s my last hurrah and I’m going out with a bang.
Once the celebration dies down, I head out to do press. Then, once I do that, Layla is all mine.
“Layla?” I call out, once I’m back at my condo in Blue Valley.
“Right here,” she says, getting up from where she was curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace.
Standing in front of her, I pull her to me, kissing her like my life depends on it.
