“Me too.” I laugh.
Then he lines up his cock and thrusts in, grabbing mythigh to wrap around his back. His fingers dig in deep, no doubt leaving marks.
My hips rock up to meet his, moving in a way that’s familiar and instinctual. Like my body knows exactly what it needs, and Brady is the one man to give it to me.
“So…good…don’t…stop…” I gasp out in between thrusts. Everything feels so much more sensitive. I have no idea if I can climax again, but having Brady inside of me, being connected to him this way, is so incredible. So perfect.
“Sage,” he grunts, dropping his forehead to meet mine. He slows his rhythm, moving at a more languorous pace. “God. The way you feel. I’ll never have enough of you.”
“Never,” I echo, tangling my fingers in his hair and tipping his head so I can kiss him. It’s messy, sloppy, and I whimper when he captures my lip between his teeth, his hips speeding up, pistoning in and out of me.
This time, when I feel my orgasm coming on, I pant out his name. He muffles my cries with his mouth, kissing me through my release before dropping his head to my shoulder. His movements grow jerky, and then his cock swells and he comes.
All too soon, he’s collapsing on top of me, rolling slightly to the side. We’re both panting heavily, our limbs tangled on top of messed-up sheets.
“Think we can rally for round two before she wakes up?” Brady asks after a few minutes.
I half laugh, half groan. “Maybe you can, but let’s remember what my body did just a few weeks ago. I might need a day in between.”
“Ah, right. Fair enough.” He presses a kiss to my lips, then rolls off the bed, swaggering into the bathroom. He comes back a minute later, and goes to climb back into bed, just as Ivy cries out through the monitor. And it isn’t the gentle sounds she makes when she wakes up happy. Oh no, this is the piercing cry that demands immediate attention. The I’m-hungry-and-wet-and-all-alone-and-someone-had-better-come-and-get-me cry.
Brady freezes. “Shit.”
I scramble out of bed and grab the clothes I’d changed out of earlier. Brady’s faster, pulling on a pair of shorts and heading to the nursery. By the time he gets back with a screaming, red-faced baby girl in his arms, I’m already in position, ready to stick her on my boob.
She settles as soon as she’s latched on, and Brady sinks down on the bed beside us. I let my head fall to his shoulder.
“She’s quite the hangry little drama queen sometimes, isn’t she?”
“More like a cuddle-blocking menace,” he says, kissing my hair. “Good thing she’s cute.”
I turn to face him for a proper kiss. “Luckily, she’ll be back asleep eventually. She didn’t cuddle block, she cuddle postponed.”
A tiny hand slaps my chest, and Brady laughs. “Drama queen for sure.” He bends down and kisses her head. “But she’s our drama queen, and she’s perfect.”
39
BRADY
“Hopefully,whatever this is about, it won’t take too long, and I’ll grab dinner on the way home. How does Mexican sound?”
“Mmm. Get extra queso and chips.”
I smile into the phone. “Still with no spice, or is Ivy gonna let you have some heat?”
Sage makes a grumbling sound. “Still no spice.”
“You got it. I’ll text you when I’m heading home, love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I pocket my phone and head inside the Thunder’s administrative offices, which are really just the top floors of the stadium. When Rafe texted and asked me to come in for a meeting with him and Dom, I’ll admit, my stomach twisted. I can’t think of why they want to see me.
Unless it’s to tell me they can’t make things work with the schedule I’ve been given by the grocery store that finally hired me as an assistant manager.Unfortunately, the store was only willing to hire me if I could commit to a certain number of weekend shifts. Which would be fine during the offseason, but when I tried to explain my reduced availability when baseball starts up again, they were not thrilled. Dom agreed to look at how the team could adjust my playing time, and the store eventually agreed to decrease my hours during that time of year, but of course, both those things mean less pay.
Basically, I’m being forced to give up some game time in order to secure a job for the offseason. And there’s no avoiding it, seeing as there’s no other job options out there. Sage tried to insist she be the one to go back to work full time earlier than she wanted to, suggesting she work during the offseason when I can be home with Ivy and then we trade off, but the thought of making her give up her maternity leave made me sick.
All of my hopes are riding on the Thunder’s management being flexible with my game time and the grocery store following through on their agreement to lighten my hours when the season starts.
