Page 112 of Passed Ball

"Good. I've been in a daze since the day I found you in my hallway. This list, and you . . . you've been the ultimate distraction. There hasn't been a day since that you haven't occupied half my mind."

My heart lately too.

I pull the toy out in retaliation for how quickly she's made herself a permanent fixture in my life.

"God. No. Please," she whines. All one word sentences and thrashing legs. "I don't want to stop."

It's exactly the way I feel when our schedules or her hang-ups keep us apart.

"Are you going to think about me while you're home?"

"Of course," she breathes out too quickly.

"I'm always thinking of you. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but I'm helpless in this. I want you every second of every day, and that wasn't part of the agreement. I wasn't prepared for what you'd do to me."

"I know," she says, sagging into me, giving me the intimacy and honesty I'm looking for.

Fuck it.

I'm breaking our rules and I don't care. If we're honest with each other, we've been bending the rules we set for a while. This hasn't been just sex since she risked showing up in the locker room. Our day together during the All Star Break sure as hell counts as a date. And the kiss at the game was as public as it could get. We both said we weren't looking for a relationship and I meant it, but that last rule is quickly closing in on me. Every day the need for more with her gets harder to ignore.

I might not be outright asking for it, but the connection between us is real and pretending it doesn't exist is killing me. She's leaving tomorrow and I want to know where her head is at.

"Sounds like we might need to set some new rules."

She hums, taking my face in her hands and pressing her forehead to mine. "Can any negotiation wait until I get back from California? My family--spending time back there is all I can handle. Let me get my head on straight? Because I want this, I want you, but I need to fix things with them first."

Everything about the moment is real and intimate. She's being real with me. So I give her an inch of the toy like she gave me an inch of truth. "Promise not to avoid me when you get back."

Still connected, her mouth drops open and her lids drift closed. "I promise." She seals it with a sweet kiss.

I reward her with a flick of my wrist driving the toy inside her the way she needs.

"Shit!" she cries out, her grip on my face nearing painful. She slides her hands back into my hair and I let her pull me back to her chest.

I give her what she needs: a reprieve from the stress of getting on that plane tomorrow. It's not long before my marks are blossoming all over her chest and the toy between her legs has her singing my praises, trembling in my arms.

"Xavier. Oh god. So good. Don't stop."

"Don't you know by now? I never want to stop, sweetheart."

She shudders, the fake cock drags to a stop as her muscles clamp down around it.

I'm impossibly hard from watching her come, so I flick off the toy, handing it to her. She takes it wordlessly, her chest still heaving as she comes down from her release.

"We're not done with that," I tell her, rising to my knees.

Her laughter chimes through the silent bedroom as I strip out of my clothes at lightning speed.

"Someone is excited."

"Sweetheart, you wrapped yourself up for me like my favorite fantasy. Have you seen yourself? Stunning." My lips brush her neck as I stretch out next to her. "You waited for me, making it premeditated. And it gotyouhot. Other than the baby one door down, this is the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. So yeah, I'm fucking excited." I press my hips forward showing her how eager I'm to have her like this.

I kiss her and she hums against my lips. One sweep of my tongue over the seam of her lips and she lets me in. Taking my time, I explore, savoring the taste of her, absorbing the way it feels to have her like this: willing and pliant in my arms, her guard temporarily down.

She kisses me back, deepening it, putting her whole body into it and throwing her leg over my hip. I can't help but groan at how wet she is when she grinds her hot center against my thigh.

Our kiss continues to build and she rolls on top of me, holding on to me like I'm her anchor. The sharp bite of her nails scores my scalp. It's like she's committing every second of this to memory, taking as much as she can get before life forces us apart again when she leaves tomorrow.

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