Page 20 of Wild Pitch

“You lied,” she shot back.

My eyes went wide. “I—” I cut myself off, because I didn’t lie, but I also didn’t tell the truth.

She scoffed, pushing her hands through her hair, the scent of my cologne probably still lingering from the way I had wrapped it around my fist. The motion exposed her neck, where a clear bite mark was still very visible against her creamy skin. My dick hardened slightly at the reminder of how she let me fuck her in a way that I’ve only ever dreamed of doing.

“It doesn’t matter,” she spit. “All I wanted was a night of fun, anyway. So, thanks for that, but how about we forget it ever happened?”

I flinched at her request but recovered by barking a sarcastic laugh. “Great idea, Mayhem. I really appreciate you letting me off the hook. I thought for sure you’d be one of those needy girlsthe morning after, but I took my chances because you suck cock like a fucking porn star.”

As soon as the words were out, I wanted to take them back. I knew I shouldn’t have degraded her like that, but being rejected was not something I had much experience with, and I reacted before my brain could sort through the emotions.

“Sorry about that! Where were we?” Grace said cheerfully as she bounced back into the room, cutting off the heated interaction before I could do any more damage than I already had.

Every time I’ve seen Monroe since, her hatred toward me seemed to get more and more intense, so I matched her energy. She didn’t want me anyway, so what was the point of trying to fix things? But now that we’re here, living together, and I can feel her soft body pressed to mine, I realize how fucking stupid I was. Even if she didn’t want anything else from me, we wasted two whole years fighting when we could’ve at least been friends. Just knowing how she’s helping me by pretending to be my girlfriend, I can tell that she’s loyal to a goddamn fault, and when she says she’ll do something, she puts her entire heart and soul into it.

“Riggs,” she moans, backing her ass into my body. I watch as her thighs rub together, soft whimpers coming from her lips as she shifts onto her back, then turns toward me.

“Yeah, sweet thing?” I say quietly, but she doesn’t answer. “Monroe?” She breathes slowly and steadily as I wait for a response, still completely asleep.

Is she dreaming? About me?

Holy fucking shit.

“Mmmm…” she hums, and I clench my jaw tightly as she slings a leg over mine so that my thigh is pressed against her warm center. I’m trying to figure out a way to get out of this without waking her, but when she begins grinding her hips, I abandon that plan—because like hell I’m leaving. She’s obviously needy, and the orgasms helped her earlier, so letting her get herself off on me is the nice thing to do. Right?

Fuck. I know I shouldn’t. This is wrong.

“Riggs,” she mumbles again, and my morality flies out the fucking window as I surrender, staying as still as I can while she rides my thigh. My arm is draped over her waist, where it has been all night, but I pull back slightly so that she can move more freely.

“There you go, Mayhem,” I say so quietly, that even if she were awake, she could barely hear me. “Grind that hot pussy on me. Make that little clit nice and tingly.” I’m playing with fire here, but I can’t fucking stop myself from talking her through it. If she hears me and wakes up, I know she’ll cut my balls off. Yet, I continue.

“Fuck, baby,” I whisper as her breathing becomes more labored, her orgasm clearly building as she rides. “If you were awake, I’d pull that tampon out and push my thick fingers so deep in your tight cunt, you’d come all over my hand.”

The thought has me lightheaded, and I have to count backwards from ten just to regain control of myself. I need this to be over. I shift my thigh just barely, applying more pressure to her clit as she stills, her body trembling as she finally falls over the edge of her orgasm. A guttural moan leaves her lips as it crests, and I watch in wonder while she comes against my leg.

She’s fucking beautiful.

Eventually, the pleasure ebbs away and she relaxesback into the pillow with a sigh. She’s still fast asleep, so I wait another couple of minutes before I slip out from under her, pulling the thin blanket over her body. I immediately turn with my back facing her in case she wakes up. I can’t really explain away the steel rod that’s straining against my briefs right now.

I tiptoe into the bathroom and take a cold-as-fuck shower because, while I just lost my grasp on right versus wrong out there, I’m not that much of a piece of shit that I’d rub one out two minutes after Monroe unconsciously fucked my thigh.

I move as fast as I can, washing my body while the freezing water makes my dick deflate. After drying off and wrapping the towel around my waist, I quietly make my way to the closet, where I get dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a black Fury t-shirt. Then I quickly slip on my slides, grab my duffle bag and sling it over my shoulder.

Thankfully, she’s still out cold as I pass back through the room. I look down at her one last time before reluctantly heading out the door with a secret that I’m positive I’ll be thinking about for the rest of my fucking life.

SIXTEEN

MONROE

“The WAGs’suite is this way,” Taylor says as I follow her down the long, carpeted hallway. If you had told me yesterday that I would be feeling well enough to come to the game today, I’d have told you to lay off the sauce. But Riggs was right. The two orgasms he gave me did the trick, and I woke up feeling like myself again.

I have to admit that sleeping next to him was different than I had expected. Sure, I’ve done it once already, but that wasn’t the same. That was sex. But this? I don’t know what it was, but between you and me…I really fucking liked it. I inwardly groan at the thought.

I opened my eyes, expecting to feel lingering cramps, but they were completely gone. I sat up carefully, just in case, and looked around to find myself all alone in the room. I knew he had to be at the stadium early, so I took my time getting out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for some much-needed food and caffeine. Sitting on the counter was a bag of Mini Reese’s Peanut ButterCups, the bottle of ibuprofen I ordered yesterday, and a glass of water sitting on top of a note.

Mayhem,

If you aren’t feeling better this morning, stay in bed. I don’t want you leaving unless you’re back to your snarky, sarcastic, radiant self.

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