Page 73 of Saving The Shortstop

I tear my eyes from the mirror, looking down at him. Suddenly, I feel bad for being sharp when I walked in. I know that his anger last night and his coldness when I found him in here runs much deeper than me suggesting he needs testing done. I opened old wounds without even meaning to.

This is my fault.

“I’m sorry that I upset you last night,” I whisper, my lip quivering. “Can you forgive me?”

“My anger isn’t at you,” he says quietly. “It’s at my father. My real father.” He croaks the last word. “And … myself.”

“I’m sorry,” I say softly, because it’s the only thing I can think of to say right now, cupping his face.

He stares up at me, a tear streaming from his cheek, and I know that these are the moments he was trying to avoid. Me seeing him break down.

“Kiss me, Short,” comes out in a jagged breath, followed by another tear. “You’re the only person who can numb this pain.”

I bring my mouth back to his, kissing him slow and gentle at first, but quickly, it grows deeper and faster. Soon, we’re both panting, and I’m rolling my hips against his body. His cock nudges against my ass each time my hips buck, driving us both wild.

I want him to talk to me about everything, but right now, he’s not ready. So, if this is what he needs … I’m going to give him this. As many times as he needs me to.

DALLAS

“Need to be closer to you,” I murmur into her mouth, my hand tangled in her hair. “Need to feel you wrapped around me.”

She understands what I’m asking of her, and within seconds, she’s lifting her hips up. She doesn’t slowly sink down onto my length like last time. No, this time, as if she can read my mind and knows I need this to be a little rough, she slams her heat down onto my dick, bringing a cry from her lips.

Her pussy stretches around my aching cock, swallowing me up selfishly, which is exactly what I need right now. Nothing makes sense because everything is still true—I’m still the fucked up, broken guy I was last night when she woke me up to save me from a nightmare. And yet, in this moment, as she rides me with her eyes burning into mine, everything makes sense, and none of that other shit matters.

Even through my baggie shirt she’s wearing, her full tits bounce, making me reach forward and lift it up over her head to give me a better view. I grip her hips, helping her to rock harder and faster onto my dick. She takes every inch so beautifully, whimpering in pleasure a few times.

She’s so beautiful, taking me raw without even being warmed up first.

Sliding one hand to my chest, she puts her palm flat to my heart. “You are worthy,” she whispers, keeping her hand there. She continues riding my cock, and despite how emotional we both are, it feels so good to be inside her as she claims my dick.

Her last words meant a lot, but when she bounces faster and puts her other hand on my chest, what she says next sends me over the edge.

“I’m yours, Dallas,” she says strongly. “Whether you’re fully ready for that or not, I belong to you. I have since we were kids.”

Within seconds of her confession, my balls draw up tightly, and a rush of tingles runs down my body. Through misty eyes, black spots dance in my vision, and I know I can’t hold back.

“Come with me. Own every part of me, Dallas. It’s all yours.”

She cries out just before her sweet, perfect pussy convulses on my dick. Her body shudders, stiffening as her release hits hard, bringing another cry from her perfect lips. My fingertips dig into the flesh of her waist, and I rock her back and forth, taking what I need like she told me to. As my cum shoots inside her, she slides up and down on my length with ease, and it feels so fucking good that I’m pretty sure I come again—or it’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever had.

“I love filling you with my cum,” I grunt out, my body twitching beneath her.

After a moment, she collapses on me. And until we catch our breath, we just lie on this bench while I rake my fingertips up and down her bare back.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my throat feeling raw with emotion. “For being what I need.”

“Thank you for being the man I love,” she says back, pressing a kiss to my neck. “You can’t run from me, D. I’ll find you every time.” She giggles slightly. “Just like when you were twelve and I was thirteen. And you thought it would be funny to try to ditch me for the day. Told me I was annoying and you needed a break.”

Even though everything is still heavy, it’s somehow lighter now, giving me the ability to chuckle when I think back to the day she’s talking about.

“You got your first boyfriend when you were thirteen,” I murmur. “And I couldn’t stand watching you on your phone, texting him all day.”

She pulls her head up, looking down at me and lifting a brow.

“Really?” she whispers, and I nod.

“Yeah. I told Noah that you were annoying and that we should ditch you.” I shrug. “I did it so that I wouldn’t have to watch someone else putting a smile on your face.”