Page 83 of Praising the Pitcher

“I want you too, Smoke,” I growl against her lips roughly. “I want you and me.”

It’s scary how much she’s come to mean to me in such a short time. And even though I’m usually home on Christmas Eve with my parents and Haven, right here, right now … this is where I’m meant to be. I know it.

I walk her toward her room, knowing even though I’ve already come twice tonight, I’m ready for another. I don’t know how many times, if any, would be enough when it comes to being with her.

TWENTY-NINE

NOAH

I look out the window, and even though I can’t see a hell of a lot, I can see enough to know the snow is still coming down like crazy and it’s now daylight. Gigi sleeps with her head nuzzled into my side. I can see her mess of blonde hair but not her face, though I feel her shallow breaths against my ribs.

Last night was one of the best nights of my life, hands down. Being with Gigi just felt … right. I don’t know why it took me so long to figure out, but she’s truly perfect for me.

Doing my best not to wake her, I reach for my phone, and right away, I see a message in my family’s chat.

Mom: Merry Christmas to my two babies.

Mom: Both of whom decided to ditch me today.

Dad: I’m not complaining. I can walk around bare assed.

Haven: Ew, Dad. No.

Dad: Why not? I pay the mortgage.

Me: I had planned to come over this morning, but it looks pretty shitty outside.

Dad: Sure it does.

Dad: I’m joking. Yes. Stay put for today. Visibility sucks and the plow trucks are having trouble keeping up.

Haven: I can walk down the road half a mile, I’m pretty sure.

Dad: Nope. Memphis and Lane can have you today. I’ve got plans with your mom.

Haven: Again, Dad. Ew.

Mom: Both of you enjoy your day. We can get together tonight or tomorrow.

Me: Tomorrow practice begins. Tell my coach I need the day off to open presents and eat food.

Mom: I asked, and your coach says … fuck off.

Mom: Have a good day, my babies. Check back in this afternoon and we’ll make a plan.

Mom: Oh, and tell Gigi and Dallas we said Merry Christmas.

Haven: Aye Aye, Captain.

Haven: Try not to fuck it up again, Noah. Kidding. Love you.

Smiling at my phone, I shake my head and toss it to the side. I look down at the angel in my arms, and even though she was kidding and I try to shake it off, Haven’s message still irks me. Because the last thing I want to do right now is fuck this up.

Gigi stirs and I cringe, feeling bad I woke her with my movement. I had her up late last night, licking her pussy, fucking her deep, and watching her swallow my cock before burying myself inside her then finally falling asleep. Yet today, something tells me we’ll be exploring each other even more. I hope so anyway. What better way to spend Christmas than making NEU’s star pitcher come on my cock as many times as possible?

“Hi,” her sleepy voice says as she smiles at me.

Running my hand through her hair, I grin back. “Merry Christmas.”