Page 19 of Wild Pitch

I expect him to stop, but he just keeps going, rubbing me with a gentle pressure right to my overstimulated bundle of nerves. My thighs instinctually try to close, but he tightens his ankle around my leg, keeping me spread open. I try to fight him off because it’s way too much, but he only doubles down, tugging on the barbell that decorates my clitoral hood before massaging it with fervor. “Come for me again. Give me another one,” he growls.

“I—I can’t,” I whimper. I’ve never orgasmed back-to-back without a break in my life, and I doubt I’ll be starting now.

“You can,” he argues. “Fight through the pain. I promise you’ll come harder than you ever have.”

As he continues, I feel the discomfort as it blooms into an intense pleasure. At first, I’m in disbelief that I’m so close to falling over again already, but when he licks a hot line from my neck to my ear, sinking his teeth into my lobe, I go off like a fucking firework. My legs tremble and open impossibly wide as I come, giving him access to wring every last ounce of the climax from my body. I’m pretty sure I black out for a minute, because the next thing I know, he’s pulling his hand from my panties and resuming his gentle circles on my abdomen.

But I don’t even need it. My cramps are completely gone.

“You did so good,” he praises quietly as I turn to mush, sinking back into his chest. “Feel better?”

“Mhmm,” I sigh contentedly, closing my eyes and drifting back off, too satisfied to worry about the aftermath.

FIFTEEN

RIGGS

I don’t fall back asleepafter making Monroe come. Instead, I lie there holding her, enjoying the feel of her in my arms while my mind goes a million miles a second, replaying every detail of what just happened.

I honestly didn’t expect her to say yes to my offer. She was so hell-bent on me not touching her unless we were in front of the team that I figured she’d tell me to fuck off and hightail it out of my room. So, when she nodded her head, giving me consent to rub her sweet little pussy, I took it.

I wish I could say my intentions were completely pure, but that would be a lie. Ever since that kiss at the charity event, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. The urge to do it again has been almost unbearable, and it’s taken all my self-control not to try every time we’re alone. It was a lot easier to forget how explosive the sex was when I didn’t have to see her every day, but now that she’s here, I can feel the feral beast inside me gnawing at the bars of his enclosure.

I can usually keep that part of myself at bay, but withher? It’s justdifferent. Especially this morning, when she was weak and helpless, melting into me while I took care of her. I’m walking a fine line doing shit like this, but I can’t stop. She fucking owns me right now, even if I don’t want her to. I just want to continue with the original plan and get back to the single life I love so much.

But do Ireallylove it, or is it just a great defense against women who don’t like me for who I am, rather than what I do?

I shake the thought from my head, focusing on the slow, shallow breaths that tell me she’s fast asleep in my arms again. I catch sight of the clock on the bedside table and know that I’m down to a few minutes before I have to get up for work, so I gently press my lips to the back of her head, inhaling her scent like a did several times throughout the night. This time, though, instead of just lingering for a moment before backing away, I allow myself to kiss her hair. An incoherent sigh falls from her lips when I do, and it makes my whole body hum.

Fuck.

I’ve never dealt with feelings like these before. Normally, I find a random woman who’s in agreement with our adventures being completely physical, so we can get each other off and I can move on with my life. Not exchanging personal details is generally a dream situation for me. Monroe is the only person I’ve ever attempted to get to know, but she was an anomaly, refusing to give me more than just a quick fuck before she took off, thinking she’d never have to see me again.

That shit hurt more than I cared to admit. So, when I saw her later that morning and heard the anger in her words, I pushed back.

“You’re a little early!” my sister said, pulling out of myembrace. But my eyes were already locked onto the same blue ones that I had been looking into the night before. I couldn’t believe she was in front of me.

I woke up that morning in my hotel bed, rolling to the side in an attempt to get back inside the goddess that had consumed my dreams. I could feel my morning wood rubbing against the cool sheet, and before I even had a chance to form any type of lucid thoughts, my body was already aching for her.

But when I reached out to where she had been lying as we both passed out from exhaustion hours earlier, she was gone.

My eyes shot open and I sat up, inhaling deeply. Her scent still permeated the air, so I knew she couldn’t have been gone long. I quickly got out of bed, raced to my suitcase, got dressed and grabbed my rental car keys before heading out the door. I ran to the elevator, pushing the button rapidly like a madman, but it took forever to arrive at my floor while precious minutes ticked by, separating me from her. By the time I got down to the lobby, it was bustling with people who were going about their day as though the woman of my goddamn dreams hadn’t just slipped out the door while they watched.

I knew I couldn’t go back to my room when I could still smell her there, so I left. I got into my car and drove to see my sister in Hope Harbor, giving the housekeeping staff time to wash away all the reminders of what was easily the best night of my life.

But there I was at Praya, staring at the very last person I expected to see.

“I, uhhh…” I trailed off, trying to get my shit together. “I woke up before my alarm. Just wanted to get a jump on the day.”

Grace smiled, completely unaware of the shitstorm that was brewing in the air as we stood there. “Well,”—she turned her body, inviting the other woman into our interaction—“this is Monroe. It’s her first day at the boutique!”

I stepped forward, noticing the way her fists were clenched at her sides as I approached. “Nice to meet you,Monroe,” I said, letting her name roll off my tongue while extending my hand out for her to shake. “Riggs Valentine.”

She looked down at my offering, hesitating for a moment before finally reaching out and sliding her warm palm into mine. Neither of us blinked as electricity shot straight through my body at the contact, and I wondered if she felt it too.

“Oh!” my sister said, causing us both to look her way as she pulled her phone from her back pocket and checked the screen. She smiled and a blush crept over her sun-kissed cheeks. “It’s Cash,” she told us, speaking of her douchebag boyfriend, who I only tolerated because he made her so happy. “I have to take this.” And with that, she walked into the back room, leaving me alone with Monroe.

“You left,” I said quietly, hoping for an explanation as to why she didn’t wake me or say goodbye.

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