Page 34 of Finally Home

“That was the most amazing day I’ve had in years, Rho. Those kids are so sweet in spite of some of the awful things they’ve been through and seen in such a short amount of time.”

Rhodes and I are lying in the outfield on a blanket he grabbed out of his SUV, along with dinner from Lotus. Camp is over for the day and everybody but us has gone home, so we’re relaxing under the stars as we talk about everything and nothing.

He sighs happily, rolling on his side so he can prop himself up on one elbow. “You were a natural with those kids, Wren. They adored you.”

My stomach clenches with anxiety. I know where he’s going with this, and I’m not ready to have this conversation. I don’t know that I’ll ever be. Glancing around desperately for a distraction, my eyes catch on the dugout, and a plan forms. Before Rhodes can say anything else, I hop up, back away slowly and unzip the jacket I borrowed from him. “You know what I’ve always kinda wanted to do?”

He looks like he wants to continue the conversation but then is distracted when I make it another ten feet away and pull off my top. I watch his eyes widen and smug satisfaction glides through my veins when he chokes on his own spit. “Wren I?—”

“I’ve always wanted to have sex in a dugout,” I interrupt with a smirk. “I was wondering if you might want to help me make that fantasy come to life.”

A mischievous glint enters his eyes and before I can turn to run, Rhodes is right there, tossing me over his shoulder as he sprints to the home team dugout. I screech when he slaps his hand against my ass. “Shush, Starling. You need to be quiet in case anybody is still here.” There’s laughter in his voice, so I don’t really think we’ll get caught, but knowing there’s a possibility turns me on in a way I didn’t expect.

When we make it to the dugout, he drops me on the bench and then we’re a frantic tangle of limbs, lips, and clothing as we rush to get naked. The thrill of getting caught makes my heart race and I’m already wet.

Rhodes glides his hand through my slick core and growls. “Look at you, my dirty girl. Does the thought of getting caught turn you on? You’re fucking dripping.”

He pulls out his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep groan that reverberates through my body. We’re on the same page without words, so when he sits down on the bench and pulls me into his lap, I straddle him without complaint.

Lifting up on my knees, I line his cock with my entrance and sink down slowly as our moans echo around us. “Jesus, Starling. You’re practically strangling my cock in this position.” Rhodes’s words sound like gravel, and I squeeze around him to increase the pleasure.

I love that sex with him feels just as good when it’s slow and sweet as it does when it’s quick and dirty—like right now. The sound of slapping skin, grunts, and praises echo around the empty field, and I must get too loud because Rhodes slaps his hand over my mouth and growls in my ear. “Hush, Wren. You wouldn’t want anybody to come out here and catch us defiling the dugout, would you?”

Even if I tried to deny it, the way I clench around his thick length would show just how much I’m affected by his words. Voyeurism has never been something I thought I’d be into, but I think it’s the idea of someone catching me with Rhodes.

Being caught might force us to confront whatever this thing is between us, and a small part of me wants that. I’m sure it’s just my hormones talking, because someone actually seeing us would be a nightmare. Just as my thoughts start to spiral into anxiety, Rho licks his thumb and brings it to my hypersensitive clit, rubbing in circles.

“Fuck you feel so good when you tighten around my cock, Starling. Are you gonna come for me?”

I nod frantically and grind down on his shaft. He takes his thumb off my clit and wraps both hands around my hips, using the leverage to buck up into me. His pelvis hits me at just the right angle to add new pressure to my g-spot. A warm sensation that I’ve never felt before floods through my core, and I writhe on top of him. “Oh my god, Rho. Don’t stop!”

He grits his teeth, “I’m there, baby. Come for me, now!” He yanks me down hard one last time and the combination of friction on my clit with the pulse of his cock as he comes inside me sets off the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. I scream and white dots float across my vision, leaving me a sticky, panting mess.

“Holy shit, Wren.” Rhodes’s voice is full of awe that I barely hear through my post-orgasm haze.

I’m sure my words are slurred when I ask him what’s wrong, but he seems to understand because he glances from his lap to my face repeatedly. He’s quiet for long enough that the fog starts to clear from my mind, and I get nervous.

“Are you okay?” He still doesn’t say anything, but his lips tilt up in a feral grin.

He pulls me into a filthy kiss and chuckles when he releases me, both of us struggling for air. “Have you ever squirted before, Starling?”

My mouth drops open and when I glance down, I notice the bench and his lap are both way more wet than they should be. “Oh my god, I did that?”

Rhodes tries really hard to mask it, but he still looks smug as hell. “Not bad for a recently reformed virgin, huh?”

I can’t help the laugh that bursts free at his words, and I smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. I swear if you weren’t so cute, I’d take your car and leave you to find your own way home.” I move to get off of his lap and moan at the feeling of his semi-hard cock dragging along my sensitive core.

He snickers as he helps me clean up with a towel he pulls from…somewhere.

Where the hell did he get that?

With a yawn, I get redressed and hum in satisfaction when Rhodes cuddles me into his arms.

“Tired, pretty girl?”

“Yeah,” I say through another yawn. “It kind of just hit me all at once. It’s been a long day.”

He smiles and bends down in front of me. “Hop on then, Starling, so we can get you home to bed.”

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