Page 29 of Forbidden Love

I could just imagine what he’d look like in uniform, the pants stretching tightly over his ass. I cocked my head. “Our brothers aren’t here. We should be able to play a nice, clean game of baseball.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he said with a smirk.

We probably should have warmed up, but he was already in the batter’s box, so I got into position, remembering the stance and the motion. I started the windup, everything coming back to me in a rush. I used my legs for extra momentum, and it flew past him.

I smiled. “Caught you looking.”

He dropped his bat. “Wasn’t expecting you to be that fast.”

“I love when people underestimate me,” I said with a saucy smile.

“I bet you do.” His light tone quickly turned to his game face when he stepped inside the box.

“Be ready this time.”

He rocked the tip of his bat while he focused on my hands. “I’m always ready.”

I swear my panties got wet as I wound up for a second time. This pitch was even faster and clipped the outer edge of the plate. He swung but missed.

I wasn’t proud of my loud whoop and holler, but Tyler brought out the kid in me.

“Hey now. No need to rub it in my face.”

I covered my smile with my glove.

“I can still see you smiling through the leather,” he grumbled.

That made me laugh. I leaned over, my hands on my knees. I heard a growl before I was lifted into the air, my body draped over his shoulder as he ran with me to the outfield. Before I could ask to be put down, I was falling and twisting until I landed with a thud on a very hard body.

A hand pressed against my back, keeping me in place.

“Are you okay?” His voice rumbled through my body.

“I think so.” I barely got out the words before I was twisted to my back, and he was hovering over me. He grabbed my hands and placed them over my head. “You call mercy?”

“Never,” I said, my voice coming out breathless.

I couldn’t seem to draw in a deep breath with his weight pressing me down. I felt every ridge and valley of his body, my legs widening for him to drop between them. This was intimate. He kept his dick apart from my body, but it didn’t seem to matter. I was on high alert for any contact.

Then his mouth was on mine, and I couldn’t form a complete thought. He nipped my lower lip with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. I let him take the lead, opening for him, welcoming his tongue in my mouth, his body pressed fully against me. I felt every hard inch of his cock at my core. A spasm ran through my body, almost like a mini orgasm.

I writhed against him, needing the friction. I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. Not since my mistake of a boyfriend back in Paris. Tyler always felt different, more intense somehow. Like fireworks were exploding when we came together. I’d previously thought it was my teenage crush amplifying things, but it wasn’t.

He continued to grind his cock against my center while he kissed me. I was going to have an orgasm in the middle of the outfield where anyone could see us. I didn’t care about anything except chasing this feeling I had when I was around him.

He lifted his lips from mine, his eyes dark with desire, and then he lowered his mouth to my neck, sucking there as he increased his pace. Lights flashed behind my lids as the orgasm rolled through me, wave after wave of pleasure, and I still wanted more.

I wanted his bare skin pressed against mine, his lips on my clit. I wanted so many things as I rode it out.

“That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Me coming like a teenager.”

He groaned. “Fuck. Don’t talk like that. I can barely handle you without the dirty talk.”

I sobered, considering him. Was he as attracted to me as I was to him? I felt this irresistible pull any time he was near.

Then he was lifting off me, extending a hand so he could help me up. I straightened my clothes and tried to finger-comb my hair. “How does an innocent game of baseball end up with you having your way with me in the outfield?”

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