Page 24 of Wild Pitch

“Monroe?” I growl as my brain finally registers what I’m seeing. I blink rapidly, rubbing my eyes and refocusing to make sure I’m not imagining things.

But I’m fuckingnot. It’s her. Out there almost naked, where anyone could see.

In a flash, I’m out the door and running toward the stairwell, knowing that the elevator will take way too long. I practically fly down each flight, shoving the door to the lobby open and racing toward the exit that leads to the beach. I’m seeing red as I bump into random bodies, not even bothering to apologize as I bulldoze through the obstacles that are slowing down my pursuit.

By the time my feet hit the warm sand, I’m fuckingferal. My only concern is getting her away from this beach and back inside before anyone else looks at her tits the way I just was. I run as fast as I can, only stopping when I’m hovering over her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I say through clenched teeth. My body feels wound tight, like it’s ready to spring into action at any moment as I angle myself between her and the building in hopes of hiding her from potential onlookers. Unaffected by my presence, she cracks one eye open and smiles up at me sweetly.

“I wasn’t expecting you until later. How was your flight?” she asks as if I’m not about to rip her to shreds right here.

“What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing?” I ask again, enunciating every word as my fingers curl intofists at my sides. My chest is heaving with my heavy breaths, and my heart feels like it might explode at any second.

“Ummmm, sunbathing?” she replies as if the answer is obvious. Which, it is, but I’m too blinded by anger to see that.

“Get up,” I command.

Her eyes narrow. “I will when I’m done,” she says.

“Get up, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you off this beach.” My body feels like it’s on fire as angry heat radiates from my skin. This is it. This is where I snap. And once I do, there’s no going back. I give her another few seconds to reconsider going against my orders, but she just looks up at me, never breaking eye contact as she lifts to her elbows and drags her pink tongue across her top teeth. She’s doubling down.

Big. Fucking. Mistake.

In one fluid motion, I lean down, grab her by the torso, and toss her over my shoulder as I stand to my full height. Breath whooshes from her lungs, and I can feel the metal of her piercings as they rub against me.

“You’re fucking crazy, Riggs!” she shouts, kicking her feet. But her attempts are futile because my grip on her is so tight that she may actually have marks on her tomorrow. “Put me down!”

“Shut the fuck up,” I grit out, looking around because I know we won’t make it back to my condo before my control breaks. Spotting a row of empty outdoor shower stalls, I head straight for them, my rapid heartbeat mixing with her protests in my ears.

I step inside, close the door behind us, and turn the lock. There’s a small space at the bottom where our feetwould be visible to passersby, and the top is tall enough so they’d only be able to see part of my head. But they’d be able to heareverything.

I slide her down my body, and she brushes along my erection, her eyes widening in surprise as it grazes her thigh. “What the fuck, Riggs?” she yells. “You can’t just pick me up and carry me off the beach like a goddamn caveman! You don’town me.” Her nostrils flair with every breath and her jaw is clenched tightly as she rebels.

I step into her, so that her tits are pressed against my bare skin. She looks up at me, pupils blown completely wide, and I watch her throat roll as she swallows thickly.

I’ve got her right where I want her.

“You see, Monroe. While you’re here pretending to be my girlfriend, these,” I say, reaching up and squeezing her tits in my large palms, “are mine.” She gasps, but it quickly turns into a moan when I pinch the barbells, giving them a firm tug. Her knees buckle, and she tucks her lips tightly over her teeth in an effort to stop the involuntary sounds from escaping, but it’s no use. I catch her, wrapping an arm around her waist for support as my free hand lowers down, releasing the tie on her bathing suit bottoms and letting them fall to the ground at our feet.

“And this,” I say with my lips pressed to her ear as I ghost a fingertip over her pierced clit, “is mine.”

“I hate you,” she says on a shaky breath, but I can tell they’re empty words.

I answer by stuffing two fingers inside her. She whimpers in response, and her inner muscles immediately suck me in further. “Your pussy is a drooling mess for me, Mayhem. It doesn’t matter if you like me.She does.”

Her body melts into me for a moment when I startpumping in and out, and it only takes a couple of thrusts before her arousal begins to drip down my palm. She lets herself enjoy it for a few more seconds before her fight returns, and she tries to pull away from me. She slips out of my grasp, so I reach out, spinning her roughly until her back is facing me. Pushing between her shoulder blades, I press her against the wall of the shower stall before sealing myself to her back.

“Mine,” I growl, yanking my shorts down enough for my hard cock to spring free. I grab the base, dragging it up the cleft of her ass, and she widens her stance, giving herself to me.

I chuckle darkly. “What a needy little slut you are, Mayhem. You say you hate me, but you open right up when I pin you down. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to lose control.”

“What I want is for you to fuck off,” she replies, not even trying to get away anymore.

“Nahhh,” I chide, completely aware of the fact that she’s full of shit. “I know your secret, Monroe,” I whisper against her ear. “I know you haven’t been properly fucked since that night. Guess what?Neither have I.”

She gasps as I thrust inside her without warning. Her body struggles to adjust, and I’m doing everything I can to hold onto the very last thread of my self-control so I don’t hurt her. “Tell me to stop at any time,” I say quietly.

“Okay.”

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