Page 45 of Hard Ball

That does it. That image of him stroking himself until he comes all over my body sends me barreling over the edge and I scream into the room, my pussy squeezing his cock, causing Josh to shudder. Just as I come down from the high, Josh pulls out and a few strokes later his cum lands all over my chest and stomach and we’re left there, each breathing heavy.

“You are way too good at that,” I admit, loving the satisfied smile that crosses his face. “Don’t look so cocky.”

He laughs, bending down and kissing me lightly as he stands and heads toward the bathroom and I hear the water running. When he comes back into the room, he cleans me up as his eyes continue to devour my body.

“I think after that, we both deserve to be a little cocky. You are magnificent.” His kiss is gentle and when he’s done cleaning me off, he lies back down and pulls me to his side. “Can you stay the night?” he asks, and I nod against his chest, my arm settling over his stomach as my eyes grow heavy. “Good night, Sunshine,” he whispers against my temple.

“Good night, Josh.”

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When I was with Cole, we would sleep on separate sides of the bed. He hated cuddling, he was always too hot, too uncomfortable, and uninterested in the fact that I loved it. So, when I wake up and find myself wrapped around Josh like an octopus, I can’t help but smile.

From the steady beat of his heart and the shallowness of his breathing I know he’s still asleep, so I peer up at his face and sigh, loving and hating the butterflies that haven’t left my stomach since I pulled that dart out of his arm. I haven’t felt this way since Cole and I first got together and honestly, I’ve missed it. I missed looking at my phone every five minutes, wondering if he’s called or texted. I miss that sensation of my heart stopping whenever he looks at me like I’m the only person in the room and if I’m honest, I miss how fucking amazing sex is again.

“You thinking about running, Sunshine?” His voice is hoarse from sleep and when our eyes meet, his gaze tired but steady, he smiles.

“Just making sure you’re real,” I admit before thinking better of it. I shut my eyes and silently curse at my inability to keep those thoughts to myself, but Josh just laughs, his chest rumbling as my head rests over his heart.

“I’m very real. I promise.” He takes the hand that’s resting against his chest and intertwines our fingers and brings them to his mouth where he kisses each one softly. “You realize you’re mine now, right?” he rumbles against me, my head lifting off his chest as a smirk plays on the edges of his lips.

“Is that right?” I rest my chin on my other hand as his plays with a loose strand of my hair.

“Yup, after last night, you sealed it. There is no way I can walk away from you… you’re stuck with me.” He winks before kissing my fingers one more time.

“I guess you’re not a bad guy to be stuck with…” I tease before he hauls me on top of him and I straddle his lap. It’s not lost on me the way his hardness thickens the longer I sit here, and when I grind harder down onto his cock, that is now at full attention, he groans.

“Sweetheart, you’re testing my resolve here,” he admits, his fingers digging into my hips, stopping my movement. “I’m holding on by a thread.”

I tilt my head, questioning why he’s holding back when one of his hands travels up my stomach, softly caressing my skin as he stops right between my bare breasts.

“Why do you need restraint?” I pant, trying, but failing, to rock my hips and get some kind of pressure against my clit. I don’t know what happened between last night and this morning. I’m addicted to him. I’m addicted to the way he makes me feel inside this room, and right now I want more of it before we have to leave and go back to the reality of our lives.

“I took you three times last night.”

I nod my head, my eyes still closed as I take the hand that is still resting between my breasts and move it so it’s cupping one of them. He squeezes, growling at the way my body moves when he does.

“And?” It’s a fair question. Have I ever had this much sex in a twelve-hour period? No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take it. The dull ache between my thighs has turned into a raw need to have him one more time.

“Sunshine, I don’t want to hurt you.”

My eyes lock with his, my gaze softening as I lean forward and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“As much as I love this Captain America thing you’ve got going on right now, and I really do, I need you to listen to me right now.” I take both of his hands and place them above his head as my lips trail up the side of his neck.

“Fuck, Harper, you’re killing me.”

“Now you know how I feel right now. I want you to fuck me.” I bite his ear and that seems to flip a switch because he flips me onto my back and proceeds to show me just how dirty Captain America can be.

19

Josh

“Can I get a picture with you?” a boy asks as his father holds his shoulders in support.

My eyes catch Harper’s who gives me a sad smile and I make a point to apologize later because after the fifth time, I know she’s getting annoyed and if I’m honest, I am too.

“Sure.” My smile seems genuine but in the back of my mind, all I want to do is have a quiet dinner with my girlfriend and talk about her day. I have the night off, one of the few I have in the next month, and I want to spend it looking at her beautiful face and not at the front-facing camera that is now thrust in front of me.

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