Page 104 of Verdict

"Cohen—" she whimpered.

"Ride me, baby."

And fuck, did she. She rolled her hips agonizingly slow, and it felt in-fucking-credible. I gripped her hips, my knuckles turning white. I'd probably leave bruises… I didn't fucking care. She’s mine now.

Ava removed her hands from my chest and leaned back, placing her hands on the tops of my thighs as she continued her torture. Her eyes hooded, locked on me. I leaned forward and pulled one of her perfect tits into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, rolling the other between my fingers, pulling a moan from her pretty lips.

If she kept making those goddamn noises, I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I leaned back and let her take the lead. Let her take what she wanted. I was hers; she had complete control. My hands closed around her hips again, and I met her thrust for thrust until we unraveled together.

Once we both came down and caught our breath, a small cry came over the monitor sitting on the nightstand. I picked it up as a small laugh escaped. "Right on time." Our daughter reminding us that the real world still existed.

Ava rolled out of bed, giving me a fantastic view of her round ass before she grabbed a robe and threw it on. "I've got all of five minutes to get ready for work." She walked back over to the bed and leaned down, placing a kiss on my mouth. "Totally worth it," she murmured against my lips. "When do you plan to let Boston down easy?" she threw over her shoulder as she entered her bathroom.

“I turned them down yesterday,” I said, my head propped in my hand as I absently picked at a loose thread on her comforter.

Ava peeked her head back out from the bathroom. "You what?"

"Scott told them yesterday and talked with the Aviators last night." I watched Ellie roll around in her crib, kicking her little legs that were trapped inside her sleep sack. I pushed up out of the bed. "I'll go grab Ellie."

Ava was still frozen in place, as if she couldn't quite process what I had just told her. I walked up to her and grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to look at me. "Hey, Ava?" I spoke softly before giving her a quick kiss.

"Hmm?" Her eyes drifted up to mine.

“I love you.”

Her mouth curved into a soft smile, her eyes bright.

“I love you too.”

Those words. Coming from her mouth? Yeah. They would never get old.

Best choice I ever made.

Now that the Aviators had officially announced they'd secured me for another four years, much to Boston's annoyance, the whole team knew.

And would not stop giving me shit about it.

We were gearing up to leave for spring training in a couple of weeks, so the team was at the field getting our final practices in before we left for Florida. I lifted my hat off my head, running a hand through my hair before placing it back on when Beckham called my name from third.

"Hey Jordan."

I turned to face him.

"Glad you didn't sell out."

I barked a laugh. "Thanks, man."

Maddox walked in from centerfield to join the conversation. "Yeah, guess Boston wasn't pretty enough for him," he teased.

Drake stood up from behind the plate. "Can you girls quit gossiping and focus? We need to run through some fielding drills. I'd like to be done with practice sometime today." Since Walker retired last year, Drake had taken over as the clubhouse captain. I told him it was just because he was old—he didn't find that funny.

After delivering the right amount of complaining and shit-talking, we did as we were told and finished up practice. We were all in the dugout, grabbing water, when Walker walked over with Shane and Hudson.

It was funny. Now that Ava and I were exclusive, Hudson didn't bother me anymore. I hated to admit it, but I almost liked the guy.

Shane thumbed at Walker behind him. "Your friend becoming your pitching coach? One out of ten. Do not recommend."